Songs
Songs from Nana
I’ve hunted online for traces of nearly all these songs, with no luck. I doubt my mother made them up, so it’s hard for this 21st century girl to get her head around them not being on Google!
Rocking Horse
I’ll gallop away on my rocking horse
Far and far away
I’ll ride and I’ll ride and I won’t come back
For a year and a week and a day.
There’s many a strange place I shall see
And many a strange thing hear
But on my trusty rocking horse,
There’ll be never a thing to fear.
And when we’ve done with adventuring
And want no more to roam
Back we will come, my horse and I,
Galloping, galloping home.
In A Toyshop
In a toyshop in the west we reside
And though you’ll find us side by side
Gazing upon us you will quickly see
SHE’S only made of wood and not as good as me.
“Only made of wood”, I like that much!
I won’t melt like you at any little touch
Poo to your remarks Miss Poo Poo Poo
I’m only a doll, I know, but so are you.
You’re only common little doll
Made of wood that’s all
Not like me you must confess
In a nice silk dress for a young princess.
I’m only a common little doll
Alone that’s very true
But the poor who buy me think as much of me
As the princess thinks of you.
The Windmill
The windmill stands up on the top of the hill
And when the wind blows the great arms ne’er stand stil
I’ll go up and talk to the miller so gay
And how to make flour he will show me the way.
The great arms go round and the wheels go click clack
The white flour goes down and is caught in a sack
The miller man carries it home to make bread
So little boys, little girls, all might get fed.
How Much is that Doggie in the Window?
Chorus:
How much is that doggie in the window?
The one with the wag-gle-y tail;
how much is that doggie in the window?
I do hope that doggie’s for sale.
I must take a trip to California
and leave my poor sweetheart alone.
If he has a dog he won’t be lonesome,
and the doggie will have a good home.
Chorus
I read in the papers there are robbers
with flash-lights that shine in the dark;
my love needs a doggie to protect him
and scare them away with one bark.
Chorus
I don’t want a bunny or a kitty.
I don’t want a parrot that talks.
I don’t want a bowl of little fishies,
I can’t take a gold-fish for walks.
Chorus
Oh, Oh, Antonio
Oh, oh Antonio, he’s gone away
Left me alone-i-o, all on my own-i-o,
I’d like to meet him with his new sweetheart,
Then UP would go Antonio and his ice-cream cart.
[Source (including complete lyrics)]
Songs from Gaga
I Know an Old Lady
(to be completed)
Kingston Town
(to be completed)
Silent Night
(to be completed)
Away in a Manger
(to be completed)
Traditional Lullabies
Brahms’ Lullaby
Lullaby and good night
In the sky stars are bright
Close your eyes
Start to yawn
Pleasant dreams until the dawn
Close your eyes now and rest
Lay your head on my breast
Go to sleep now and rest
May your slumber be blest
Hush Little Baby
Hush, little baby, don’t say a word.
Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird won’t sing,
Mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring turns brass,
Mama’s gonna buy you a looking glass
And if that looking glass gets broke,
Mama’s gonna buy you a billy goat
And if that billy goat won’t pull,
Mama’s gonna buy you a cart and bull
And if that cart and bull turn over,
Mama’s going to buy you a dog named Rover.
And if that dog named Rover won’t bark,
Mama’s going to buy you a horse and cart.
And if that horse and cart fall down,
You’ll still be the sweetest little baby in town.
Scottish Songs
A Scottish Soldier
There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier
who wandered far away and soldiered far away
there was none bolder, with good broad shoulders,
he fought in many a fray and fought and won
He’s seen the glory, he’s told the story
of battles glorious and deeds victorious
But now he’s sighing his heart is crying
to leave these green hills of Tyrol.
Chorus:
Because these green hills are not highland hills
or the islands hills they’re not my land’s hills,
as fair as these green foreign hills may be
they are not the hills of home.
And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier,
who wandered far away and soldiered far away
sees leaves are falling, and death is calling
and he will fade away, on that dark land
He called his piper, his trusty piper
and bade him sound away, a pibroch sad to play
upon a hillside but Scottish hillside
not on these green hills of Tyrol.
Chorus
And now this soldier this Scottish soldier
who wanders far no more, and soldiers far no more
now on a hillside, a Scottish hillside
you’ll see a piper play this soldier home
he’s seen the glory, he’s told the story
of battles glorious and deeds victorious
but he will cease now, he is at peace now
far from these green hills of Tyrol.
Chorus
Scotland the Brave
An ancient pipe tune and stirring words from the heart of Scotland.
Adopted as the national anthem of Scotland at Commonwealth Games (RobinP, 19 April 2006)
Hark when the night is falling
Hear! hear the pipes are calling,
Loudly and proudly calling,
Down thro’ the glen.
There where the hills are sleeping,
Now feel the blood a-leaping,
High as the spirits of the old Highland men.
Chorus:
Towering in gallant fame,
Scotland my mountain hame,
High may your proud standards gloriously wave,
Land of my high endeavour,
Land of the shining river,
Land of my heart for ever,
Scotland the brave.
High in the misty Highlands,
Out by the purple islands,
Brave are the hearts that beat
Beneath Scottish skies.
Wild are the winds to meet you,
Staunch are the friends that greet you,
Kind as the love that shines from fair maiden’s eyes.
Chorus
Far off in sunlit places,
Sad are the Scottish faces,
Yearning to feel the kiss of sweet Scottish rain.
Where tropic skies are beaming,
Love sets the heart a-dreaming,
Longing and dreaming for the homeland again.
Chorus
The Skye Boat Song
Commemorating his escape from these shores when Flora Macdonald took Bonnie Prince Charlie, disguised as a serving. maid, from Uist to Skye in a small boat. Flora is buried at Kilmuir on Skye, Prince Charlie near Rome where he was born.
Chorus:
Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing,
Onward, the sailors cry.
Carry the lad that’s born to be king,
over the sea to Skye.
Loud the winds howl,
loud the waves roar,
Thunderclaps rend the air,
Baffled, our foes stand by the shore,
Follow they will not dare.
Chorus
Though the waves leap,
soft shall ye sleep,
Ocean’s a royal bed.
Rock’d in the deep,
Flora will keep watch o’er your weary head.
Chorus
Burned are our homes,
exile and death,
Scattered the loyal man.
Yet ere the sword,
cool in the sheath,
Charlie will come again.
Chorus
Miscellaneous
Maxwell’s Silver Hammer
Joan was quizzical; studied pataphysical
Science in the home.
Late nights all alone with a test tube.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Maxwell Edison, majoring in medicine,
Calls her on the phone.
“Can I take you out to the pictures,
Joa, oa, oa, oan?”
But as she’s getting ready to go,
A knock comes on the door.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell’s silver hammer
Came down upon her head.
Clang! Clang! Maxwell’s silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead.
Back in school again Maxwell plays the fool again.
Teacher gets annoyed.
Wishing to avoid an unpleasant
Sce, e, e, ene,
She tells Max to stay when the class has gone away,
So he waits behind
Writing fifty times “I must not be
So, o, o, o..”
But when she turns her back on the boy,
He creeps up from behind.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell’s silver hammer
Came down upon her head.
Clang! Clang! Maxwell’s silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead.
P. C. Thirty-one said, “We caught a dirty one.”
Maxwell stands alone
Painting testimonial pictures.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Rose and Valerie, screaming from the gallery
Say he must go free
(Maxwell must go free)
The judge does not agree and he tells them
So, o, o, o.
But as the words are leaving his lips,
A noise comes from behind.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell’s silver hammer
Came down upon his head.
Clang! Clang! Maxwell’s silver hammer
Made sure that he was dead.
Whoa, oh, oh, oh.
Silver hammer man.
The Saga Begins (Weird Al Yankovic)
To the tune of American Pie by Don McLean.
A long, long time ago
In a galaxy far away
Naboo was under an attack
And I thought me and Qui-Gon Jinn
Could talk the federation into
Maybe cutting them a little slack
But their response, it didn’t thrill us
They locked the doors and tried to kill us
We escaped from that gas
Then met Jar Jar and Boss Nass
We took a bongo from the scene
And we went to Theed to see the Queen
We all wound up on Tatooine
That’s where we found this boy…
Chorus:
Oh my my this here Anakin guy
May be Vader someday later – now he’s just a small fry
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye
Sayin’ “Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi”
“Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi”
Did you know this junkyard slave
Isn’t even old enough to shave
But he can use the Force, they say
Ahh, do you see him hitting on the queen
Though he’s just nine and she’s fourteen
Yah, he’s probably gonna marry her someday
Well, I know he built C-3PO
And I’ve heard how fast his pod can go
And we were broke, it’s true
So we made a wager or two
He was a prepubescent flyin’ ace
And the minute Jabba started off that race
Well, I knew who would win first place
Oh yes, it was our boy
We started singin’ …
Chorus
Now we finally got to Coruscant
The Jedi Council we knew would want
To see how good the boy could be
So we took him there and we told the tale
How his midi-chlorians were off the scale
And he might fulfill that prophecy
Oh, the Council was impressed, of course
Could he bring balance to the Force?
They interview the kid
Oh, training they forbid
Because Yoda sensed in him much fear
And Qui-Gon said “Now listen here”
“Just stick it in your pointy ear”
“I still will teach this boy”
He was singin’ …
Chorus
We caught a ride back to Naboo
‘Cause Queen Amidala wanted to
I frankly would’ve liked to stay
We all fought in that epic war
And it wasn’t long at all before
Little Hotshot flew his plane and saved the day
And in the end some Gunguns died
Some ships blew up and some pilots fried
A lot of folks were croakin’
The battle droids were broken
And the Jedi I admire most
Met up with Darth Maul and now he’s toast
Well, I’m still here and he’s a ghost
I guess I’ll train this boy
And I was singin’ …
Chorus
We were singin’ …
Chorus
Shaddup Your Face (Joe Dolce)
What’s-a matta you, hey, got-a no respect
What do you tink you do, why you look-a so sad
It’s-a not so bad, it’s-a nice place
Ah, shaddup-a you face
Otto Titsling
“This next story is a true story.
It concerns two of my favorite subjects:
industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts!
Mmm, what a combo! This is the story . . .
The inventor of the modern foundation garment
that we women wear today was a German scientist
and opera lover by the name of Otto Titsling!
This is a true story.
His name was Otto Titsling.
What happened to Otto Titsling shouldn’t happen to a schnauzer.
It’s a very sad story. I feel I have to share it with you.”
Otto Titsling, inventor and kraut,
had nothing to get very worked up about.
His inventions were failures, his future seemed bleak.
He fled to the opera at least twice a week.
One night at the opera he saw an Aida
who’s t-ts were so big they would often impede her.
Bug-eyed he watched her fall into the pit,
done in by the weight of those terrible t-ts.
Oh, my god! There she blows!
Aerodynamically this bitch was a mess.
Otto eyeballed the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds,
and he suddenly felt the fire of inspiration
flood his soul. He knew what he had to do!
He ran back to his workshop
where he futzed and futzed and futzed.
For Otto Titsling had found his quest:
to lift and mold the female breast;
to point the small ones to the sky;
to keep the big ones high and dry!
Every night he’d sweat and snort
searching for the right support.
He tried some string and paper clips.
Hey! He even tried his own two lips!
Well, he stitched and he slaved
and he slaved and he stitched
until finally one night, in the wee hours of morning,
Otto arose from his workbench triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the worlds first
over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Hooray!
Exhausted but ecstatic he ran
down the street to the diva’s house
bearing the prototype in his hot little hand.
Now, the diva did not want to try the darn thing on.
But, after many initial misgivings,
she finally did.
And the sigh of relief that issued forth
from the diva’s mouth
was so loud that it was mistaken by some
to be the early onset of the Siroccan Winds
which would often roll through the Schwarzwald
with a vengeance!
Ahhhhh-i!
But little did Otto know,
at the moment of his greatest triumph,
lurking under the diva’s bed
was none other than the very worst
of the French patent thieves,
Philippe DeBrassiere.
And Phil was watching the scene
with a great deal of interest!
Later that night, while our Brun Hilda slept,
into the wardrobe Philippe softly crept.
He fumbled through knickers and corsets galore,
’til he found Otto’s titsling and he ran out the door.
Crying, “Oh, my god! What joy! What bliss!
I’m gonna make me a million from this!
Every woman in the world will wanna buy one.
I can have all the goods manufactured in Taiwan.”
“Oh, thank you!”
The result of this swindle is pointedly clear:
Do you buy a titsling or do you buy a brassiere?
“Ohhh! Thank you!”
Baby Mine
Baby mine, don’t you cry.
Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head close to my heart,
never to part, baby of mine.
Little one, when you play,
pay no heed what they say.
Let your eyes sparkle and shine,
never a tear, baby of mine.
If they knew all about you,
they’d end up loving you, too.
All those same people who scold you,
what they’d give just for the right to hold you.
From your hair down to your toes,
you’re not much, goodness knows.
But, you’re so precious to me,
sweet as can be, baby of mine.
When You’re Smiling
When you’re smiling
When you’re smiling
The whole world smiles with you
When you’re laughing
Oh, when you’re laughing
The sun comes shining through
But when you’re crying
You bring on the rain
So stop your sighing
Be happy again
Keep on smiling
’cause when you’re smiling
The whole world smiles with you
But when you’re crying
You bring on the rain
So stop your sighing
Be happy again
Keep on smiling
’cause when you’re smiling
The whole world smiles with you.
