collected by Lucien Plauzoles

bis (Lat): twice;
  i.e., repeat relevant action or passage once
ter (Lat): thrice;
  i.e., repeat relevant action or passage twice

Happy Wanderer
I love to go a wandering
Along the mountain track
And as I go, I love to sing
My knapsack on my back.

CHORUS: Valderee, valdera, valderee
Valder-ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, Valderee, Valdera,
my knapsack on my back.

I love to wander by the stream
That dances in the sun.
So joyfully it calls to me
Come join my happy song.

High overhead the skylarks wing
They never rest at home
But just like me, they love to sing
As o’er the world we roam.

I wave my hat to all I meet,
And they wave back to me
And blackbirds call so loud and sweet
From ev’ry greenwood tree.

Oh, may I go a wandering
Until the day I die.
And may I always laugh and sing
Beneath God’s clear blue sky.

She'll Be Coming 'Round the Mountain
She’ll be comin’ round the mountain
  when she comes. Whoo! Whoo!
(Blowin steam off like a fountain)
She’ll be ridin’ 6 white horses
  when she comes. Whoa! Back!
She’ll be wearin’ pink pajamas
  when she comes. Scratch scratch!
Oh we’ll all go out to meet her when
  she comes. Hi babe!
(and we’ll all be glad to meet her)
Oh we’ll kill the old red rooster when
  she comes. Hack, hack.
(cause he don’t crow like he useter)
Oh well all have chiken’n’dumplins
  when she comes. Yumm, yumm!
(Cause we all have chickens to dump in)
When the Saints Go Marching In
Oh When the saints (bis) Go marchin’ in (bis)
Oh when the saints go marchin’ in
Oh lord, I want to be in that number
When the saints go marchin’ in.

And when the new world is revealed

And when the sun refuse to shine

And when the moon has turned to blood

And when they crown Him King of Kings

And on that Ha...llelujah day

Oh, Susanna
Oh, Susanna, now don’t you cry for me!
I come from Alabama with my banjo on my

I come from Alabama
  with my banjo on my knee
I’m goin’ to Loosiana
  my true love for to see
It rained all night the day I left,
  the weather it was dry,
The sun so hot I froze to death,
  Susanna don’t you cry. (Chorus, above)

I had a dream the other night,
  when ev’rything was still,
I thought saw Susanna dear,
  a comin’ down the hill
The buckwheat cake was in ‘er mouth,
  da tears was in her eye
Says I I’m comin’ from the South,
  Susanna don’t you cry. (chorus)

I soon will be in New Orleans,
  and then I'll look around,
An when I find Susanna,
  I’ll fall upon the ground,
But if I do not find her I’ll surely die
And when I’m dead and buried,
  Susanna don’t you cry. (chorus)

Down by the Riverside
I’m gonna lay down my sword and shield,
Down by the riverside,
I ain’t gonna study the war no more

I’m gonna lay down my burden there...

I’m gonna walk with the Prince of Peace...

I’m gonna meet my old father there...

I’m gonna meet my old mother there...

I’m gonna shake hands around the world...
Swing Low Sweet Chariot
Swing Low Sweet Chariot
Comin’ for to carry me home. (bis)

I looked over Jordan and what did I see?
Comin’ for to carry me home
A band of angels comin’ after me
Comin’ for to carry me home.

If you get there before I do, (comin’...)
Jes’ tell my friends that I’m comin’ too.

The brightest day I ever saw
When Jesus washed my sins away.

I’ sometimes up and I’m sometimes down
But still my soul feels heavenly boun’

I never went to heaven but I been told.
The streets in heaven are paved with gold.

Waltzin’ Matilda
Once a jolly swagman camped by a
Under the shade of a coollibah tree
And he sang as he watched and waited till
 his billy boiled,
You’ll come a waltzin’ Matilda, with me.

Down came a jumbuck to drink at the
Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him
 with glee,
And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck
  in his tucker bag.
You’ll come a waltzin’ Matilda, with me.

Up rode the squatter, mounted on his
Down came the troopers, one, two, three
“Where’s that jolly jumbuck you’ve got in
  your tucker bag?”
You’ll come a waltzin’ Matilda, with me.

Up jumped the swagman, sprang into the
“You’ll never catch me alive!” said he
And his ghost may be heard as you pass
  by that billabong,
You’ll come a waltzin’ Matilda, with me.

Kum Ba Yah
Kum Ba Yah, my lord, Kum ba yah (ter)
Oh Lord Kum Ba Yah

Someone’s cryin’ lord, Kum Ba Yah

Someone’s Singing Lord, Kum Ba Yah

Someone’s Prayin’ Lord, Kum Ba Yah