For sociables and voice exercisin', these old timey songs will be found
particular good.
OLD OAKEN BUCKET
Verse
How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood,
When fond recollection returns them to view,
The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wildwood.
And every loved spot that my infancy knew.
Chorus
The old oaken bucket,
The iron bound bucket,
The moss covered bucket,
That hung in the well.
GRANDFATHER'S CLOCK
Verse
Our grandfather's clock was too big for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor,
It was taller by half than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a single ounce more,
It was bought on the morn of the day he was born
And 'twas always his pleasure and pride.
Chorus
But it stopped--short,
Never to go again,
On the day the old man died.
WHEN YOU AND I WERE YOUNG MAGGIE
Verse
I wandered today to the hill, Maggie,
To watch the scene below;
The creek and the creaking old mill, Maggie,
As we used to, long ago.
The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie,
Where first the daisies sprung;
The creaking old mill is still, Maggie,
Since you and I were young.
Chorus
And now we are aged and gray, Maggie,
And the trials of life nearly done;
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie,
When you and I were young.
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Barber Shop
Harmony
by
Mose Moots
MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME
Verse
The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home,
'Tis summer, the darkies are gay;
The corn tops ripe, and the meadows all in bloom,
While the birds make music all the day.
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor.
All merry, all happy and bright;
By'n by hard times come a knocking at the door,
Then my old Kentucky home, goodnight!
Chorus
Weep no more, my lady, Weep no more today;
We will sing one song of our old Kentucky home,
Of our old Kentucky home, far away.
SWING LOW, SWEET CHARIOT
Chorus
Swing low, sweet
chariot,
Coming for to carry
me home,
Swing low, sweet
chariot,
Coming for to carry me
home.
Verse
I looked over Jordan
and what did I see,
Coming for to carry
me home?
A band of angels coming for me,
Coming for to carry me home.
Verse
If you get there before I do,
Coming for to carry me home,
Tell all my frien's I'm coming too,
Coming for to carry me home.
DIXIE
Verse
Oh I wish I was in de land ob cotton,
Old times dar am not forgotten,
Chorus
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land.
Den I wish I was in Dixie, hooray, hooray!
In Dixie land I'll take my stand to lib and die in Dixie,
Away, away, away down south in Dixie,
Away, away, away down south in Dixie.
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