SONG SHEET - PAGE TWO
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


My Bonnie Lies over the Ocean
My Bonnie lies over the ocean
My Bonnie lies over the sea.
My Bonnie lies over the ocean,
O, bring back my Bonnie to me.

CHORUS: Bring back, Bring back,
  Bring back my Bonnie to me, (to me) bis

Oh blow ye winds over the ocean,
& blow ye winds over the sea,
And blow ye winds over the ocean,
and bring back my Bonnie to me.

Last night as I lay on my pillow,
last night as I lay on my bed,
Last night as I lay on my pillow,
I dreamed that my Bonnie was dead.

The winds have blown over the ocean,
the winds have blown over the sea,
The winds have blown over the ocean,
and brought back my Bonnie to me.

My Bonnie has tuberculosis,
Me Bonnie has only one lung,
My Bonnie can cough up raw oysters,
and roll them around on her tongue.

My Bonnie’s complexion was lovely,
her face, it was beauteous to see.
One day she got caught in a rainstorm,
oh bring back my Bonnie to me.

My Bonnie leaned over the gas tank,
the height of its content to see,
I lighted a match to assist her,
Oh bring back my Bonnie to me.

Last night as I lay on my pillow,
last night as I lay on my bed,
I stuck my feet out the window,
Next morning the neighbors were dead.
(Bring back, Bring ...my neighbors to me)

Our Paddles Keen and Bright
Our Paddles Keen and Bright
  flashing like silver
Swift as the wild goose flies
  dip, dip and swing
Dip, dip and swing them back
  flashing like silver
Swift as the wild goose flies
  dip, dip, and swing		 Three Jolly Coachmen
Three jolly coachmen sat
  in an English tavern (bis)
And they decided (ter)
  to have another flagon.

Landlord fill the flowing bowl
  until it doth run over (bis)
For tonight we’ll merry be (ter)
  tomorrow we’ll be sober.

Here’s to the man who drinks dark ale
  and goes to bed quite mellow (bis)
Lives as he ought to live (ter)
  and dies a jolly good fellow.

Here’s to the man who drinks water pure
  and goes to bed quite sober (bis)
Falls as the leaves do fall (ter)
  he’ll die before October.

Here’s to the girl who steals a kiss
  and runs to tell her mother (bis)
She’s a foolish foolish thing (ter)
  for she’ll not get another.

Here’s to the girl who steals a kiss
  and stays to steal another (bis)
She’s a boon to all mankind (ter)
  for she’ll soon be a mother.

Here’s to the boy who steals a kiss
  and runs to tell big brother (bis)
Does a very useful thing (ter)
  and brother gets another.

Here’s to the man who drives 99
  at 90 miles an hour (bis)
has a pretty pretty funeral (ter)
  and many pretty flowers.

Sippin’ Cider
The prettiest girl, I ever saw,
Was sippin’ ci..der through a straw.

I says to her, “whatcha doin that fer?
A sippin’ ci..der through a straw?”

She say to me, “it’s nice to be
A sippin’ ci..der through a straw.”

So cheek to cheek, then jaw to jaw
We both sipped ci..der through a straw.

And all at once, that straw did slip
And I sipped ci..der from her lips.

That’s how I got, my mother-in-law
From sippin’ ci..der through a straw.

The wedding was, a formal one
Her daddy brought, a white shotgun

Now 49 kids, all call me “Pa”
From sippin’ ci..der through a straw.

The moral of, this story’s clear
Don’t you sip ci..der you sip beer.		 Clementine
In a cavern in a canyon,
excavating for a mine
Lived a miner, forty-niner,
and his daughter, Clementine.
CHORUS:
Oh, my darlin’ oh my darlin’,
oh my darlin’ Clementine!
You are lost and gone forever.
Dreadful’ sorry, Clementine.

Light she was and like fairy,
and her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes without topses,
sandals were for Clementine
CHORUS

Drove her ducklings to the water
every morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter,
fell into the foaming brine.
CHORUS

Ruby lips above the water,
blowing bubbles soft and fine.
But alas i was no swimmer,
so I lost my Clementine.
CHORUS

In a churchyard near the canyon,
where the myrtle does entwine,
There grow roses and other posies,
fertilized by Clementine.
CHORUS

In my dreams she still does haunt me,
robed in garments soaked in brine.
Though in life I used to hug her,
now she’s dead, I draw the line.
CHORUS

How I missed her, how I missed her,
how I missed my Clementine.
Till I kissed her little sister,
and forgot my Clementine.
CHORUS

Listen, Boy Scouts, heed the warning
of this tragic tale of mine:
Artificial respiration
could have saved my Clementine.



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