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I sat within the valley green
I sat me with my true love
My sad heart strove the two between
The old love and the new love
The old for her the new that made me
Think on Ireland dearly
While soft the wind blew down the glen
And shook the golden barley

T’was hard the woeful words to frame
T’was worse the tide that bound us
But harder still to bear the shame
Of foreign chains around us
And so I said the mountain glen
I’ll seek at morning early
And join the bold United Men
While soft wind shakes the barley

While sad I kissed away her tears
My fond arms ’round her flinging
When a foeman’s shot burst on our ears
From out the wild wood ringing
A bullet pierced my true love’s side
In life’s young spring so early
And on my breast in blood she died
While soft wind shakes the barley

And blood for blood without remorse
I’ve taken to Oulard Hollow
I’ve lain my true love’s clay cold corpse
Where I full soon will follow
An ’round her grave I’ve wandered drear
Noon, night, and morning early
With breaking heart when ’er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley

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Noi vogliamo l’uguaglianza
Siam chiamati malfattori
Ma noi siam lavoratori
Che padroni non vogliamo

E giù la schiavitù,vogliam la libertà
Siamo lavoratori, siamo lavoratori
E giù la schiavitù, vogliam la libertà
Siamo lavoratori, vogliamo la libertà

Dei ribelli sventoliamo
Le bandiere insanguinate
E farem le barricate
Per la vera libertà.

E giù la schiavitù,vogliam la libertà
Siamo lavoratori, siamo lavoratori
E giù la schiavitù, vogliam la libertà
Siamo lavoratori, vogliamo la libertà

E ancor ben che siamo donne
Noi paura non abbiamo,
Per amor dei nostri figli
Noi in lega ci mettiam(o)

E giù la schiavitù,vogliam la libertà
Siamo lavoratori, siamo lavoratori
E giù la schiavitù, vogliam la libertà
Siamo lavoratori, vogliamo la libertà

Traditional
Battlefield Band
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No lark in transport mounts the sky
Nor leaves with early plaintive cry.
But I maun bid my last goodbye
My last farewell to Stirling, O.

[chorus] Tho’ far awa’, my hairt’s wi’ you

Our youthful hours on wings they flew;
But l will bid my last adieu.
My last farewell to Stirling, O.
Nae mair I’ll meet you in the dark.

Nor gang wi` you to the king’s park.
Nor raise the hare oot frae their flap
When I gang far frae Stirling, O.
Nae mair I’ll wander through the glen

Nor disturb the roost o’ the pheasant hen
Nor chase the rabbits to their den
When I gang far frae Stirling, O.
There’s one request before I go,

And that is to my comrades all:
My dog and gun ye’ll keep for me
When I gang far frae Stirling, O.
Noo fare ye weel, my Jeannie dear.

For you I’ll shed a bitter tear.
But I hope you’ll find some other, dear.
When I am far frae Stirling, O.
Then fare ye weel, for I am bound

For twenty years to Van Dieman’s Land.
But speak of me and what I’ve done
When I gang far frae Stirling, O.
Nae lark in transport mounts the sky,

Or leaves wi early plaintive cry;
But I maun bid my last goodbye,
My last fareweel tae Stirling O.
Chorus (repeated after each verse):

Though far awa ma hert’s wi you,
Our youthfull hours upon wings they flew;
But I maun bid my last adieu,
My last fareweel tae Stirling O.

Nae mair I’ll meet ye in the dark,
Or gang wi you to the king’s park;
Or hunt the hare oot o his flap,
When I am far fae Stirling O.

Nae mair I’ll wander through the glen,
And raise the roosts o pheasant hen;
And chase the rabbit tae his den,
When I am far fae Stirling O.

There’s one request that I do have,
And that is tae my comrades all;
Ma dog and gun tae keep for me,
Till I come back tae Stirling O.

Noo fare ye weel my Jeannie dear,
For you I’ll shed a bitter tear;
And I hope ye find anither dear,
When I am far fae Stirling O.

So fare ye weel for I am bound,
For twenty years tae Van Diemen’s Land;
But speak of me and what I’ve done,
When I am far fae Stirling O.

Final Chorus:
Though far awa my hert’s wi you,
Our youthfull hours upon wings they flew;
But I will bid a last adieu,
My last fareweel tae Stirling-oh.

Cab Calloway

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Folks, here’s a story ’bout Minnie the Moocher
She was a red-hot hoochie-coocher
She was the roughest, toughest frail
But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale

Hi-dee hi-dee hi-dee hi
Whoa-a-a-a-ah
Hee-dee-hee-dee-hee-dee-hee
He-e-e-e-e-e-e-y

She messed around with a bloke named Smokey
She loved him though was cokey
He took her down to Chinatown
And he showed her how to kick the gong around

Hi-dee hi-dee hi-dee hi
Whoa-a-a-a-ah
He-e-e-e-e-e-e-y
Oh-oh-oh-oh

She had a dream about the King of Sweden
He gave her things that she was needin’
He gave her a home built of gold and steel
A diamond car with a p-la-ti-num wheel

Hi-dee hi-dee hi-dee hi
Ho-dee-ho-dee-ho-dee ho
Skip-de-diddly-skip-de-diddly-diddly-oh
Bour’rrigy-bour’rrigy-bour’rrigy-oh

He gave her his townhouse and his racing horses
Each meal she ate was a dozen courses
She had a million dollars worth of nickels & dimes
She sat around & counted them all a million times

Hi-dee hi-dee hi-dee hi
Whoa-a-a-a-ah
He-e-e-e-e-e-e-y
Whoa-a-a-a-ah
Poor Min, poor Min, poor Min

Stan Rogers
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Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage
To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea;
Tracing one warm line through a land so wild and savage
And make a Northwest Passage to the sea.

Westward from the Davis Strait ’tis there ’twas said to lie
The sea route to the Orient for which so many died;
Seeking gold and glory, leaving weathered, broken bones
And a long-forgotten lonely cairn of stones.

Chorus

Three centuries thereafter, I take passage overland
In the footsteps of brave Kelso, where his “sea of flowers” began
Watching cities rise before me, then behind me sink again
This tardiest explorer, driving hard across the plain.

Chorus

And through the night, behind the wheel, the mileage clicking west
I think upon Mackenzie, David Thompson and the rest
Who cracked the mountain ramparts and did show a path for me
To race the roaring Fraser to the sea.

Chorus

How then am I so different from the first men through this way?
Like them, I left a settled life, I threw it all away.
To seek a Northwest Passage at the call of many men
To find there but the road back home again.

Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage
To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea;
Tracing one warm line through a land so wild and savage
And make a Northwest Passage to the sea.

Randy Newman
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