(All Choirs)
AN AMERICAN SONGBOOK
Join the jubilee, everyone come singing,
Leave your cares behind, hear the banjos ringing.
Sing and dance with joy, brothers, all be cheerful.
Sisters too, be glad, no need to be tearful.
Swing low – sweet chariot, comin’ for to carry me home.
Swing low – sweet chariot, comin’ for to carry me home.
I’m goin’ away-----------for to stay-------- a little while.
But I’m comin’ back if I go ten thousand miles.
Oh, who will walk with you? And who will hold your hand?
And who will keep you company when I am gone over Yandro?
There is a girl named Cindy, she lives up on the hill,
And everyday I see her dancing through the daffodils.
Getalong home, Cindy, Cindy, get along home, Cindy, Cindy,
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, you’ve been too long at play.
Oh Shenandoah--------, I long to hear you----------, Away-------------- you rollin’ river,
Oh Shenandoah-------------, I long to hear you----------. Away--------- I’m bound away---------------‘cross the wide Missour--------------i.
Come and sit by my side if you love me,
Do not hasten to bid me adieu,
But remember the Red River Valley,
And the one who loves you so true,
And the one who loves you so true.
When the saints go marching in, when the saints go marching in,
How I want to be in that number, when the saints go marching in.
Good-------night----ladies--------Fare------well---------gentlemen.
Good--------bye------everyone,
We are sorry but we must go----------.
When the saints go marching in, when the saints go marching in.
How I want to be in that number, when the saints go marching in.
Ching ching ching chinga ring ching ching
Ching ching ching chinga ring ching ching
Chinga ringa ring chinga
Ringa ring chinga ring
Chaw-------------.
PEACE ROUND
(All choirs)
What a goodly thing
If the children of the world
Could live together
In peace.
THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER
Oh, say, can you see by the dawn’s early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight
O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming.
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say, does that star spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
(Harrison alone)
PICK A BALE OF COTTON
You gotta jump down, turn around, pick a bale of cotton,
Gotta jump down, turn around, pick a bale a day.
You gotta jump down, turn around, pick a bale of cotton,
Gotta jump down, turn around, pick a bale a day.
Oh, Lordy, pick a bale of cotton.
Oh, Lordy, pick a bale a day.
Oh, Lordy, pick a bale of cotton.
Oh, Lordy, pick a bale a day.
I’ve been pickin’ this cotton all day long,
And as I work I sing this song.
My back is breaking, can’t you hear me sigh,
But singing keeps my spirits high.
I’ll pick ‘neath this blazing sun
‘til all of my work is done.
And I’ll keep on singing, too,
‘til all of my work is through.