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Contents

Ging Gang Goolie
God Bless America
The Grand Old Duke Of York
Green Grow the Rushes, Oh
Gonna Build a Mountain
Grandma's Feather Bed
Green Green
Garbage Man's Daughter
Granny's In the Cellar
Going On A Lion Hunt


Ging Gang Goolie

Ging gang goolie, goolie, goolie, goolie watcha,
Ging gang goo,
Ging gang goo.
Ging gang goolie, goolie, goolie, goolie watcha,
Ging gang goo,
Ging gang goo.

A law, a law shay law,
A law, shay law a law o - o - o
A law, a lay shay law,
A law, shay law a law ooo.

Shally wally, shally wally, shally wally, shally wally,
OOmpah, oompah, oompah, oompah, ...


God Bless America

God bless America, land that I love,
Stand beside her and guide her;
Through the night, with a light from above.

From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oveans, white with foam.

GOD BLESS AMERICA, my home sweet home.
GOD BLESS AMERICA, my home sweet home.


The Grand Old Duke Of York

The Grand Old Duke of York, he had ten thousand men,
He marched them up a hill and then he marched them down again.
And when youíre up youíre up, and when youíre down youíre down,
And when youíre only half way up youíre neither up or down.


Green Grow the Rushes, Oh

Iíll sing you one Ho.
Green Grow the Rushes, Oh
What is your one Ho?
One is one and all alone and ever more shall be it so.

Iíll sing you two Ho.
Green Grow the Rushes, Oh
What is your two Ho?
Two, two lily white boys, clothed in all green ho.
One is one and all alone and ever more shall be it so.

Iíll sing you three Ho.
Green Grow the Rushes, Oh
What is your three Ho?
Three, three the rivals (Boom! Boom!)
Two, two lily white boys, clothed in all green ho.
One is one and all alone and ever more shall be it so.

Four for the gospel makers
Five for the cymbals at your door
Six for the six proud walkers
Seven for the seven stars in the sky
Eight for the April rainers
Nine for the nine bright shiners
Ten for the Ten Commandments
Eleven for the eleven that went to Heaven
Twelve for the twelve Apostles


Gonna Build a Mountain

Gonna build a mountain, from a little hill.
Gonna build a mountain, least I hope I will.
Gonna build a mountain, gonna build it high,
I don't know how I'm gonna do it,
only I know I'm gonna try.

Gonna build a dream, from a little hope.
Gonna push that day dream up the mountain slope.
Gonna build a day dream, gonna see it through,
Gonna build a mountain and a day dream,
gonna make 'em both come true.

Gonna build a heaven from a little hell.
Gonna build a heaven, and I know darn well
If I build a mountain with a lot of care,
And take my day dream up the mountain,
heaven will be waiting there.

When I've build that heaven, as I will some day,
And the Lord sends Gabriel to take me away,
Wanna fine young son who will take my place,
I'll leave a son in my heaven on Earth,
with the Lord's grace.

Gonna build a heaven, from a little hell,
Gonna build a heaven, and I know darn well,
With a fine young son who will take my place,
There'll be a son in my heaven on earth
with the Lord's grace.

Gonna build a mountain, from a little hill.
Gonna build a mountain, least I hope I will.
Gonna build a mountain, gonna build it high,
I don't know how I'm gonna do it,
only I know I'm gonna try.


Grandma's Feather Bed

1. When I was a little bitty boy just up off a floor,
We used to go down to Grandma's house every monthend or so.
We'd chicken pie and country ham 'n homemade butter on the bread,
But the best darn thing about Grandma's house
Was her great big feather bed!

CH: It was nine feet tall and six geet wide and soft as a downy chick.
It was made from the feathers of forty-'leven geese,
It took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick.
It'd hold eight kids 'n four hound dogs and a piggy we'd stolen from the shed.
We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun, On Grandma's Feather Bed!

2. After supper we'd sit around the fire, The old folk's spit and chew,
Paw would talk about the farm and the war, and Granny'd sing a ballad or two.
I'd sit and listen and watch the fire 'til the cobwebs filled my head.
Next thing I'd know I'd wake up in the morning.
In the middle of the old feather bed.

3. Well I love my Ma, I love my Pa, Love Granny and Grandpa too,
Been fishing with my uncle, and rassled with my cousin, I even kissed Aunt Loo (ooouu!)
But if I ever had to make a choice, I guess it ought to be said
That i'd trad them all plus the gal down the road,
For Grandma's feather bed!


Green Green

1. Well I told my mama on the day I was born,
"Don't you cry when you see I've gone,
There ain't no woman gonna settle me down,
I just got to be traveling on."

CH: Green, green, it's green they say,
On the far side of the hill.
Green, green, I'm goin' away
To where the grass is greener still.

2. Now, there ain't nobody in the whole wide world
Gonna tell me how to spend my time.
I'm just a good lovin/ ramblin' man, saying,
"Buddy, can you spare me a dime?"

3. Yeah, I don't care when the sun goes down
Where I lay my weary head.
Green, green valley or rocky road,
It's there I'm gonna make my bed.


Garbage Man's Daughter

1. I'm in love with the garbage man's daughter,
Who lives down by the mill.
I love the smell of her garbage,
But her breath is sweeter still.

CH: Um slop slop. Um slop slop. Um slop slop.

2. Last night we strolled through the garbage,
Her greasy hand in mine,
Her clammy lips on the back of my neck,
Oh life is so divine.


Granny's In the Cellar

1. Granny's in the cellar.
Oh brother can't you smell her?
She's working at the greasy grimy stove.
In her eye there is some matter,
That keeps deippin' in the batter.
And she whistles as the (sniff) runs down her nose.

CH: Down her nose. Down her nose.
And she whistles as the (sniff) runs down her nose.

2. Auntie's in the attic,
A combin' out the static.
In her haid there is a membrane,
That keeps cloggin' up the sink drain.
And she whistles as the (sniff) runs down her nose.


Goin' On a Lion Hunt

      [Audience echos each line and sets up clap/lap-slapping rhythm.]

         Goin' on a lion hunt.
         Goin to catch a big one.
         I'm not afraid.
         Look, what's up ahead?
         Mud!
         Can't go over it.
         Can't go under it.
         Can't go around it.
         Gotta go through it. [Make sloshing sounds and move hands as
         if slogging.]

         Sticks. [Snap fingers.]
         Tree. [Make gestures climbing up and down.]
         Gate. [Make gate-opening gestures.]
         River. [make swimming gestures.]
         Cave. [Go in it and find lion. Reverse all motions quicky to
         get home.]

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