But those who wish to be civilians,
Jesus, they run into millions.
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The man cut his throat and left his head there.
When they got there they put the head in a sack.Farther on the head fell out onto the ground.They put the head back in the sack.Farther on the head fell out again.Around the first sack they put a second one thatwas thicker.But the head fell out just the same.It should be explained that they were…
‘Oh where ha’e ye been, Lord Randall, my son!
‘I ha’e been to the wild wood: mother, make my bed soon,For I’m wearied wi’ hunting, and fain wald lie down.’‘An wha met ye there, Lord Randall, my son?An wha met you there, my handsome young man?’‘I dined wi my true-love; mother, make my bed soon,For I’m wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie doon.’‘And…
I know a funny little man,
Who does the mischief that is doneIn everybody’s house.There’s no one ever sees his face,And yet we all agreeThat every plate we break was crackedBy Mr., Nobody‘Tis he who always tears our books,who leaves our doors ajar;he pulls the buttons from our shirts,and scatters pins afar,that squeaking door will always squeak,because of this you see:we…
If you evah go to Houston,
You better not gambleAnd you better not fight.T. Bentley will arrest you,He’ll surely take you down;Judge Nelson’ll sentence you,Then you’re jailhouse bound.O let the Midnight SpecialShine a light on me,Let the Midnight SpecialShine a evah lovin’ light on me!Every Monday mawnin’,When the ding-dong rings,You go to the table,See the same damn things;And on the table,There’s…
YE Highlands and ye Lawlands,
They hae slain the Earl of Murray,And hae laid him on the green.Now wae be to thee, Huntley!And whairfore did ye sae!I bade you bring him wi’ you,But forbade you him to slay.He was a braw gallant,And he rid at the ring;Ana the bonny Earl of Murray,O he might hae been a king!He was a…
The voice that beautifies the land!
The voice of thunderWithin the dark cloudAgain and again it sounds,The voice that beautifies the land.The voice that beautifies the land!The voice below,The voice of the grasshopperAmong the plantsAgain and again it sounds,The voice that beautifies the land.
But those who wish to be civilians,
Jesus, they run into millions.
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No one can know the potential,
With courage – the challenge it faces,To achieve great success in the end!So, explore the Dimension of Greatness,And believe that the world CAN be won;By a mind that is fully committed,KNOWING the task can be done!Your world has no place for the skeptic,No room for the DOUBTER to stand;To weaken your firm resolutionThat you CAN…
At liberty I sit and see
Whipp’d with the whip that scourged me:And now they ban that they were born.I see them sit full soberlyAnd think their earnest looks to hide;Now, in themselves, they cannot spyThat they or this in me have spied.I see them sitting all alone,Marking the steps, each word and look;And now they tread where I have gone,The…
This song was composed while George Latimer, the fugitive slave, was
to Virginia by James B. Gray, his claimant.Sadly the fugitive weeps in his cell,Listen awhile to the story we tell;Listen ye gentle ones, listen ye brave,Lady fair! Lady fair! weep for the slave.Praying for liberty, dearer than life,Torn from his little one, torn from his wife,Flying from slavery, hear him and save,Christian men! Christian men!…
There is a tavern in the town, in the town,
And drinks his wine ‘mid laughter free,And never, never thinks of me.Fare thee well, for I must leave thee,Do not let this parting grieve thee,And remember that the best of friends must part, must part.Adieu, adieu, kind friends, adieu, adieu, adieu!I can no longer stay with you, stay with you,I’ll hang my harp on a…
Praise we the Lord! let songs resound
Songs of thanksgiving, songs of praise —For we are slaves no more.Praise we the Lord! His power hath rentThe chains that held us long!His voice is mighty, as of old,And still His arm is strong.Praise we the Lord! His wrath arose,His arm our fetters broke;The tyrant dropped the lash, and weTo liberty awoke!Praise we the…