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The Lovely Ohio
Come all ye brisk young fellows who have a mind to roam

All in some foreign counteree, a long way from home

All in some foreign counteree along with me to go

And we'll settle on the banks of the lovely Ohio

We'll settle on the banks of the lovely Ohio
Come all you pretty fair maids, spin us some yarn

To make us some nice clothing to keep ourselves warm

For you can knit and sew, my loves, while we do reap and mow

When we settle on the banks of the lovely Ohio

When we settle on the banks of the lovely Ohio
There are fishes in the river, just fitted for our use

There's tall and lofty sugar cane that will give to us its juice

There's every kind of game, my boys, also the buck and doe

When we settle on the banks of the lovely Ohio

When we settle on the banks of the lovely Ohio
When we settle on the banks of the lovely Ohio

When we settle on the banks of the lovely Ohio



The Wisconsin Emigrant
Since times are so hard, I've thought, my true heart

Of leaving my oxen, my plough, and my cart

And away to Wisconsin, a journey we'd go

To double our fortune as other folks do

While here I must labor each day in the field

And the winter consumes all the summer doth yield


Oh husband, I've noticed with sorrowful heart

You've neglected your oxen, your plough, and your cart

Your sheep are disordered; at random they run

And your new Sunday suit is now every day on

Oh, stay on the farm and you'll suffer no loss

For the stone that keeps rolling will gather no moss


Oh wife, let's go; oh, don't let us wait

Oh, I long to be there; oh, I long to be great

While you some rich lady - and who knows but I

Some governor may be before that I die

While here I must labor each day in the field

And the winter consumes all the summer doth yield


Oh husband, remember that land is to clear

Which will cost you the labor of many a year

Where horses, sheep, cattle, and hogs are to buy

And you'll scarcely get settled before you must die

Oh, stay on the farm and you'll suffer no loss

For the stone that keeps rolling will gather no moss


Oh wife, let's go; oh, don't let us stay

I will buy me a farm that is cleared by the way

Where horses, sheep, cattle, and hogs are not dear

And we'll feast on fat buffalo half of the year

While here I must labor each day in the field

And the winter consumes all the summer doth yield


Oh husband, remember that land of delight

Is surrounded by Indians who murder by night

Your house they will plunder and burn to the ground

While your wife and your children lie murdered around

Oh, stay on the farm, and you'll suffer no loss

For the stone that keeps rolling will gather no moss


Now wife, you've convinced me; I'll argue no more

I never had thought of your dying before

I love my dear children, although they are small

But you, my dear wife, are more precious than all

We'll stay on the farm, and suffer no loss

For the stone that keeps rolling will gather no moss


Shenandoah

O Shenandoah, I long to hear you

Away, you rolling river

O Shenandoah, I long to hear you

Away, I'm bound away

'Cross the wide Missouri


Missouri, she's a mighty river

Away, you rolling river

The Indians camp along her borders

Away, I'm bound away

'Cross the wide Missouri
The white man loved an Indian maiden

Away, you rolling river

With notions his canoe was laden

Away, I'm bound away

'Cross the wide Missouri
O Shenandoah, I love your daughter

Away, you rolling river

For her I've crossed the rolling water

Away, I'm bound away

'Cross the wide Missouri
Seven long years I courted Sally

Away, you rolling river

Seven more I longed to have her

Away, I'm bound away

'Cross the wide Missouri
Farewell, my dear, I'm bound to leave you

Away, you rolling river

O Shenandoah, I'll not deceive you

Away, I'm bound away

'Cross the wide Missouri

Once More a-Lumb’ring Go
chorus:

And once more a-lumb'ring go

And once more a-lumb'ring go

And we'll range the wild woods over

And once more a-lumbring go
Come all you sons of freedom

That run the Saginaw stream

Come all you roving lumberjacks

And listen to my theme

We'll cross the Tittabawassee

Where the mighty waters flow

And we'll range the wild woods over

And once more a-lumb'ring go


When the white frost takes the valley

And the snow conceals the woods

Each farmer has enough to do

To earn the family food

With the week no better pastime

Than to hunt the buck and doe

And we'll range the wild woods over

And once more a-lumb'ring go


You may talk about your farms

Your houses and fine ways

And pity us poor shanty boys

While dashing in our sleighs

Around a good campfire at night

We'll sing while the wild winds blow

And we'll range the wild woods over

And once more a-lumb'ring go


With our axes on our shoulders

We'll make the woods resound

And many a tall and stately tree

Will come tumbling to the ground

With our axes on our shoulders

To our boot tops deep in snow

We'll range the wild woods over

And once more a-lumb'ring go


When navigation opens

And the waters run so free

We'll drive our logs to Saginaw

Then haste our girls to see

They will welcome our return

And we'll in raptures flow

And we'll stay with them through summer

And once more a-lumb'ring go


When our youthful days are ended

And our jokes are getting long

We'll take us each a little wife

And settle on a farm

We'll have enough to eat and drink

Contented we will go

And we'll tell our wives of our hard times

And no more a-lumb'ring go



Across the Western Ocean
Oh, the times are hard and the wages are low

Amelia, where you bound for?

The Rocky Mountains is my home

Across the Western Ocean


Beware these packet ships I say

Amelia, where you bound for?

They'll steal your stores and clothes away

Across the Western Ocean


There's Liverpool Pat with his tarpaulin hat

Amelia, where you bound for?

And Yankee John the packet rat

Across the Western Ocean


Father and Mother, say goodbye

Amelia, where you bound for?

Brother and sister, don't you cry

Across the Western Ocean



Ho! For California!
chorus:

Then, ho! Boys ho!

To California go

There's plenty of gold in the world we're told

On the banks of the Sacramento

Heigh ho and away we go

Digging up the gold on the Francisco

Heigh ho and away we go

Digging up the gold on the Francisco
We've formed our band, and we're all well manned

To journey afar to the promised land

Where the golden ore is rich in store

On the banks of the Sacramento shore


As off we roam through the dark sea foam

We'll ne'er forget kind friends at home

But memory kind shall bring to mind

The love of those we left behind


Oh don't you cry, nor heave a sigh

For we'll all come back again by and by

Don't breathe a fear, nor shed a tear

But patiently wait for about two year


We expect our share of the coarsest fare

And sometimes sleep in the open air

On the cold damp ground we'll all sleep sound

Except when the wolves come howling 'round


As the gold is thar most any whar

And they dig it out with an iron bar

And where 'tis thick, with a spade or pick

They can take out lumps as big as a brick


As we explore the distant shore

We'll fill our pockets with the shining ore

And how 'twill sound as the wind goes 'round

Of our picking up gold by the dozen pound


Oh the land we'll save for the bold and brave

Have determined there never shall breathe a slave

Let foes recoil, for the sons of toil

Shall make California God's Free Soil



Sweet Betsy from Pike
Did you ever hear tell of sweet Betsy from Pike

Who crossed the wide prairies with her lover Ike

With two yoke of cattle and a one-spotted hog

A tall Shanghai rooster and an old yellow dog


One evening quite early they camped on the Platte

Made down their blankets on a green shady flat

Where Betsy, sore-footed, lay down to repose

With wonder Ike gazed on his Pike County rose


Their wagons broke down with a terrible crash

And out on the prairie rolled all sorts of trash

A few little baby clothes, done up with care

'Twas rather suspicious, though all on the square


The Shanghai ran off and the cattle all died

That morning the last piece of bacon was fried

Poor Ike was discouraged, and Betsy got mad

The dog drooped his tail and looked wondrously sad


They soon reached the desert, where Betsy gave out

And down in the sand she lay rolling about

While Ike, half distracted, looked on with surprise

Saying "Betsy, get up, you'll get sand in your eyes"


Sweet Betsy got up in a great deal of pain

Declared she'd go back to Pike County again

But Ike heaved a sigh, and they fondly embraced

And they traveled along with his arm 'round her waist


They swam the wide rivers and climbed the tall peaks

And camped on the prairies for weeks upon weeks

Starvation and cholera, hard work and slaughter

They reached California spite of hell and high water


That morning they stood on a very high hill

And with wonder looked down into old Placerville

Ike shouted and said, as he cast his eyes down

"Sweet Betsy, my darling, we've got to Hangtown"


Long Ike and sweet Betsy attended a dance

Where Ike wore a pair of his Pike County pants

Sweet Betsy was covered with ribbons and rings

Said Ike "You're an angel, but where are your wings?"


This Pike County couple got married, of course

But Ike became jealous, obtained a divorce

And Betsy, well satisfied, said with a shout

"Goodbye, you big lummox, I'm glad you backed out"



Old Settler’s Song
I've traveled all over this country

Prospecting and digging for gold

I've tunneled, hydraulicked and cradled

And I have been frequently sold


For each man who got rich by mining

Perceiving that hundreds grew poor

I made up my mind to try farming

The only pursuit that was sure


So rolling my grub in my blanket

I left all my tools on the ground

I started one morning to shank it

For the country they call Puget Sound


Arriving flat broke in midwinter

I found it enveloped in fog

And covered all over with timber

Thick as hair on the back of a dog


When I looked on the prospects so gloomy

The tears trickled over my face

And I thought that my travels had brought me

To the end of the jumping off place


I staked me a claim in the forest

And sat myself down to hard toil

For two years I chopped and I loggered

But I never got down to the soil


I tried to get out of the country

But poverty forced my to stay

Until I became an old settler

Then nothing could drive me away


And now that I'm used to the climate

I think that if a man ever found

A place to live easy and happy

That Eden is on Puget Sound


No longer the slave of ambition

I laugh at the world and its shams

As I think of my pleasant condition

Surrounded by acres of clams



Many Thousand Gone
No more auction block for me

No more, no more

No more auction block for me

Many thousand gone


No more peck of corn for me

No more, no more

No more peck of corn for me

Many thousand gone


No more driver’s lash for me

No more, no more

No more drivers’ lash for me

Many thousand gone


No more pint of salt for me

No more, no more

No more pint of salt for me

Many thousand gone


No more hundred lash for me

No more, no more

No more hundred lash for me

Many thousand gone


No more mistress call for me

No more, no more

No more mistress call for me

Many thousand gone


No more children stole from me

No more, no more

No more children stole from me

Many thousand gone


No more slavery chains for me

No more, no more

No more slavery chains for me

Many thousand gone



Southern Soldier
I'll place my knapsack on my back

My rifle on my shoulder

I'll march away to the firing line

And kill that Yankee soldier

And kill that Yankee soldier

I'll march away to the firing line

And kill that Yankee soldier
I'll bid farewell to my wife and child

Farewell to my aged mother

And go and join in the bloody strife

Till this cruel war is over

Till this cruel war is over

I'll go and join in the bloody strife

Till this cruel war is over
If I am shot on the battlefield

And I should not recover

Oh, who will protect my wife and child

And care for my aged mother

And care for my aged mother

Oh, who will protect my wife and child

And care for my aged mother
And if our Southern cause is lost

And Southern rights denied us

We'll be ground beneath the tyrant's heel

For our demands of justice

For our demands of justice

We'll be ground beneath the tyrant's heel

For our demands of justice
Before the South shall bow her head

Before the tyrants harm us

I'll give my all to the Southern cause

And die in the Southern army

And die in the Southern army

I'll give my all to the Southern cause

And die in the Southern army
If I must die for my home and land

My spirit will not falter

Oh, here's my heart and here's my hand

Upon my country's altar

Upon my country's altar

Oh, here's my heart and here's my hand

Upon my country's altar

Then Heaven be with us in the strife

Be with the Southern soldier

We'll drive the mercenary horde

Beyond our Southern border

Beyond our Southern border

We'll drive the mercenary horde

Beyond our Southern border



Oh Freedom!
Oh, freedom!

Oh, freedom!

Oh, freedom over me!

And before I'd be a slave

I'll be buried in my grave

And go home to my Lord and be free


No more moanin'

No more moanin’

No more moanin’ over me

And before I’d be a slave

I’ll be buried in my grave

And go home to my Lord and be free


There'll be singin'

There’ll be singin’

There’ll be singin’ over me

And before I’d be a slave

I’ll be buried in my grave

And go home to my Lord and be free


There'll be shoutin'

There’ll be shoutin’

There’ll be shoutin’ over me

And before I’d be a slave

I’ll be buried in my grave

And go home to my Lord and be free


Oh, freedom!

Oh, freedom!

Oh, freedom over me!

And before I'd be a slave

I'll be buried in my grave

And go home to my Lord and be free



Rambling Gambler
I'm a rambler and a gambler

And a long ways from home

If the people don't like me

They can leave me alone


Oh, it's dark and it’s a-rainin'

And the moon gives no light

My pony won't travel

On this dark road at night


Go put up your pony

And give him some hay

Come take your seat by me

Just as long as you stay


My pony isn’t hungry

No, he won't eat your hay

We’re headed for Wyoming

We’re gonna graze on the way


I used to have me a pretty little sweetheart

Her age was nineteen

She was the flower of Belton

And the rose of Saline


But her parents were against me

And now she is the same

If I'm on your book, love

Won’t you blot out my name


I'm a rambler and a gambler

And a long ways from home

If the people don't like me

They can leave me alone


Oh, it's dark and it’s a-rainin'

And the moon gives no light

My pony won't travel

On this dark road at night



Old Chisholm Trail
chorus:

Coma ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea

Coma ti yi youpy, youpy yea
Come along, boys, and listen to my tale

I'll tell you of my troubles on the old Chisholm Trail


I started up the trail October twenty-third

I started up the trail with the 2-U herd


O a ten dollar hoss and a forty-dollar saddle

And I'm goin' to punch in Texas cattle


I woke up one morning on the old Chisholm Trail

Rope in my hand and a cow by the tail


Stray in the herd and the boss said to kill it

So I shot him in the rump with the handle of the skillet


My hoss throwed me off at the creek called Mud

My hoss throwed me off round the 2-U herd


Last time I saw him he was going 'cross the level

A-kicking up his heels and a-running like the devil


It's cloudy in the west, a-looking like rain

And my darned old slicker's in the wagon again


The wind commenced to blow and the rain began to fall

Hit looked, by grab, like we was goin' to lose 'em all


I jumped in the saddle, grabbed holt of the horn

Best darned cowpuncher that ever was born


I popped my foot in the stirrup and gave a little yell

The tail cattle broke and the leaders went as well


Feet in the stirrups and seat in the saddle

I hung and rattled with them longhorn cattle


I don't give a darn if they never do stop

I'll ride as long as an eight-day clock


We rounded 'em up and put 'em on the cars

And that was the last of the old Two Bars


Goin' to the boss to git my money

Goin' back south to see my honey

With my hand on the horn and my seat in the sky

I'll quit herding cows in the sweet by-and-by



Streets of Laredo
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo

As I walked out in Laredo one day

I spied a dear cowboy wrapped up in white linen

Wrapped up in white linen and cold as the clay


"I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy"

These words he did say as I boldly stepped by

"Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story

I am shot in the breast and I know I must die


"It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing

It was once in the saddle I used to go gay

But I first took to drinkin' and then to card playin'

Got shot in the breast and I am dying today


"Oh, beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly

Play the dead march as you carry me along

Take me to the green valley, there lay the sod o'er me

For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong


"Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin

Get six pretty maidens to bear up my pall

Put bunches of roses all over my coffin

Put roses to deaden the sods as they fall


"Then swing your rope slowly and rattle your spurs lowly

And give a wild whoop as you carry me along

And in the grave throw me and roll the sod o'er me

For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong


"Go bring me a cup, a cup of cold water

To cool my parched lips," the cowboy then said

Before I returned his soul had departed

And gone to the round-up, the cowboy was dead


We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly

And bitterly wept as we bore him along

For we all loved our comrade, so brave, young, and handsome,

We all loved our comrade although he'd done wrong



Old Paint
chorus:

Ride around, little dogies

Ride around them slow

For the fiery and snuffy are a-rarin' to go


I ride an old paint

I lead an old Dan

I'm goin' to Montan'

For to throw the hoolihan

They feed in the coulees

They water in the draw

Their tails are all matted

Their backs are all raw


Old Bill Jones

Had two daughters and a song

One went to Denver

And the other went wrong

His wife she died

In a poolroom fight

Still he sings

From morning till night


O when I die

Take my saddle from the wall

Put it on my pony

Lead him out of his stall

Tie my bones to his back

Turn our faces to the west

And we'll ride the prairies

That we love the best



Paddy Works on the Railway
chorus:

Fil-i-me-oo-ree-eye-ri-ay

Fil-i-me-oo-ree-eye-ri-ay

Fil-i-me-oo-ree-eye-ri-ay

To work upon the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-one

I put me cord'roy breeches on

I put me cord'roy breeches on

To work upon the railway


In eighteen hundred and forty-two

I left the Old World for the new

Bad cess to the luck that brought me through

To work upon the railroad


When we left Ireland to come here

And spend our latter days in cheer

Our bosses, they did drink strong beer

And Pat worked on the railway


Our boss's name, it was Tom King

He kept a store to rob the men

A Yankee clerk with ink and pen

To cheat Pat on the railroad


It's "Pat do this" and "Pat do that"

Without a stocking or cravat

And nothing but an old straw hat

While Pat works on the railroad


One Monday morning to our surprise

Just a half an hour before sunrise

The dirty divil went to the skies

And Pat worked on the railroad


And when Pat lays him down to sleep

The wirey bugs around him creep

And divil a bit can poor Pat sleep

While he works on the railroad


In eighteen hundred and forty-three

'Twas then I met Miss Biddy MacGhee

And an illygant wife she's been to me

While workin' on the railway

In eighteen hundred and forty seven

Sweet Biddy MacGhee, she went to heaven

If she left one child, she left seven

To work upon the railway


In eighteen hundred and forty eight

I learned to take my whiskey straight

'Tis an illygant wife and can't be bate

For working on the railway



This Old Hammer
chorus:

This old hammer killed John Henry

But it won't kill me, Lord

No, it won't kill me


When John Henry was a baby on his mama's knee

He picked up a hammer and steel

He said "This hammer's gonna be the death of me, Lord, Lord

This hammer's gonna be the death of me"


Well, the captain told John Henry "Gonna bring a steam drill 'round.

Gonna put that steam drill on the job

Just watch that steam drill drive that steel down, Lord, Lord

Just watch that steam drill drive that steel down"


John Henry told his people "A man is just a man,

But I can beat any trap that has ever been made

Or I'll die with my hammer in my hand, Lord, Lord

I'll die with my hammer in my hand"


John Henry just getting started, steam drill halfway down

John Henry said "You're ahead right now,

But I'll beat you on the last go-around, Lord, Lord

I'll beat you on the last go-around"


Well, the men who built that steam drill, they thought they were mighty fine

John Henry, he drove his fourteen feet

That steam drill, it only made nine, Lord, Lord

That steam drill, it only made nine


John Henry told his woman "Polly fix my bed.

I want to lie down and get some rest.

For I've got an awful roaring in my head, Lord, Lord

I've got an awful roaring in my head"


Now every train that leaves the station and heads into Big Bend

Blows a whistle for poor old John

In the tunnel you can hear his hammer ringing in the dark, Lord, Lord

You can hear his hammer ringing in the dark



Wanderin’
I've been wanderin' early and late

From New York City to the Golden Gate

And it looks like I'm never gonna cease my wanderin'
My daddy is an engineer, my brother drives a hack

My sister takes in washing and the baby balls the jack

And it looks like I'm never gonna cease my wanderin'
Been a-workin' in the city, been a-workin' on the farm

And all I've got to show for it is the muscle in my arm

And it looks like I'm never gonna cease my wanderin'
Snakes in the ocean, eels in the sea

A redheaded woman made a fool out of me

And it looks like I'm never gonna cease my wanderin'
I've been wanderin' far and wide

I come with the wind, and I drift with the tide



And it looks like I'm never gonna cease my wanderin'


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