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Page 1 The Swarthmore Rounds Thu, Nov 24, 2011 1, *1 2 1, 1 2 3 2 1, 1 2 3 4 3 2 1, 1 2 3 4 5 4 3 2 And into plowshares beat their swords, and nations 1, shall learn war no more (x2) 1 2 3 4 5 6 5 4 3 2 1, 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 6 5 4 3 2 1, 123456787654321 Anytime you need a calypso, here is what you must do: Abide with us, O Lord, First of all, you need a rhythm, so you shake a For it is now the evening. little, shake a little, shake a little shaker; then The day is past and over. you Bang a drum, and you sing and strum, and then Ah, comme c‘est chose bel- there‘s a calypso for you! -le; de te louer. Sei- -gneur, et de tres haute l‘honneur. Artichokes and broccoli, Chantez de coeur fide- Lettuce and tomatoes, -le, chantez! Brussel sprouts and celery, Onions and potatoes. Ah Fear! Ah frantic Fear! I see, I see thee near. Autumn time, red leaves fall I know thy hurried step, thy haggard eye! While the weeping sky, looks over Like thee I start, like thee disordered fly, All. Demeter sadly walks the land, For lo, what Monsters in thy train appear! ( )The dying grasses in her hand. Ah, Robin, lend to me thy bow. Baby cares for, my (3x) baby cares for only me! Sweet Robin, lend to me thy bow. Baby just, baby just, baby just cares for,(3x) For I will go a-hunting, with my lady go, me-ee, oo-ee. With my sweet lady go. ( )Everybody loves my baby, yeah. Baby cares for only me. All is ( )My baby I'd sigh for, oh, my pretty baby I'd die Loneliness here for me (x2) for, ‗cause my baby don't love nobody but me- Loneliness. e, I'm so lucky! All praise to thee, my God, this night, for Bacon & eggs & pieces of pie. Bacon & eggs & All the blessings of the light. Keep pieces of pie. Blue is my love and red is her Me, oh keep me, Lord of life, with- eye-yi- in thy love and free from strife. yi. Bacon & eggs & pieces of pie. Bacon & eggs & pieces of pie. Purple her hair as high as the All things shall perish from under the sky sky-yi- Music alone shall live (2x) yi-yi. Bacon & eggs & pieces of pie. Bacon & Music alone shall live, never to die. eggs & pieces of Hello there, Myrtle; hello and goodbye! Alleluia (2x). ( ) Alleluia (5x). Al- Banished now is love‘s sweet glow. -leluia, Alleluia (3x). Gone is the dearest heart I know Now hear my sorrow, my sadness, my wail of And ev‘ry man ‗neath his vine and fig tree, shall Woe. Oh, why did you go? live in peace and unafraid (x2) Page 2 The Swarthmore Rounds Thu, Nov 24, 2011 Be like a *bird, who halting in her flight, on a By moonlight, by moonlight. limb too slight, feels it give way beneath her, I search in the moonlight. yet sings, sings, knowing she has wings; yet The pale light, silver light. sings, sings, knowing she has wings. ( ) A-ah, a-a-ah. Bells of evening By night and day we circle the sun, from year to Calling me to pray; calling me at end of year go round.. So Day. Bless the day that‘s been our rest begins with Silently the planets revolve; sleep sweetly and angel sleep sound. Now the Night bird sings of Saturn‘s rings, and the Benedicite omnia Heaven‘s starry crown, while Opera Domini You, my child, are circled in love; sleep sweetly Domino and sleep sound. Domino By the waters, the waters of Babylon Benjy met the Bear; the We lay down & wept & wept for thee, Zion Bear met Benjy. The We remember (3x) thee, Zion. Bear was bulgy; the Bulge was Benjy. Call John the boatman; call him again. Loud is the river and fast falls the rain Black socks, they John is asleep; he sleeps very sound. His oars are Never get dirty; the adrift, and his boat is aground Longer you wear them the Loud roars the river, so wide and so deep, but the Blacker they get. louder you call John, the sounder he will sleep. Sometimes I Think I should launder them; A camel am I, ‗tis plain to see, Something keeps telling me, But am I a Bactrian or Dromedary? Don't wash them yet, not D B Yet, not yet, not yet. Lay down the ‗ ‘, and then the ‗ ‘ [parody] And which one I am is clear as can be. Black socks, it never is over; the longer we sing it the faster we get. Somebody started us Can you dig it? Can you dig it? Can you dig that singing it; someday we‘ll stop, but it‘s not crazy gibberish? (x2) over yet, not yet, not yet, not yet Hey look, there‘s a chicken on the barnyward fence; oh look, there‘s another one comin‘ Blossoms on the plum, down the road! Wild winds and merry, Maw! Maw! Get that sonagun offa my tractor. Dig Leaves upon the cherry, that crazy gibberish! And one swallow come. Cantate Domino Bumpity, bumpity, bumpity bay, Alleluia, alleluia Lions went to the matinee. They Jubilate Deo Said they enjoyed the violinist even Though she was thinnest! Page 3 The Swarthmore Rounds Thu, Nov 24, 2011 Caution! Disconnect cable‘s at Come down, come down! Come to the buryin‘. Roof and ground level before uncoupling! Come down, come down to that old buryin‘ Danger do not board moving train. ground. Dead in tow. Airspring supply cock. Way down in that old buryin‘ ground, (2x) Lay that body down. (2x) Charlottestown is burning down; Goodbye, goodbye. Come life, Shaker life! Come life eternal! Burning down to the ground; Shake, shake, out of me all that is carnal. Goodbye, Liza Jane. I'll take nimble steps; I'll be a David. Ain't you mighty sorry? I'll show Michael twice how he behavèd! Goodbye, goodbye. [derivation] Ain't you mighty sorry? Dance, dance, sisters dance, come dance Goodbye, Liza Jane. eternal Our love is mystical, our love is carnal. [The rounds above and below work well sung I'll dance nimble steps; I'll be a Miriam, together] Leading my people across the water. Ezekiel saw two wheels a-rollin' Way in the middle of the air. Come on and see the sun rising high; see the glow A wheel within a wheel a-rollin' of the morning sky! Come on and see the sun, Way in the middle of the air if you don‘t wake up soon, all you‘re gonna see One wheel ran by faith; is the moon. The other ran by the grace of God: Wake up toes, wake up knees, wake up your whole A wheel within a wheel a-rollin' body if you please. Stretch those arms, open your eyes. Everyday‘s a big surprise. Way in the middle of the air. I like sleeping; waking is a crime. Call me for breakfast when it‘s lunchtime! Cuckoo, as I was COFFEE -- don't drink too much coffee. Walking, on a May Not for children is this Turkish brew; hurts ( ) Morning, I heard a the brain and the nervous system, too. Take this advice from me -- have a nice cup Bird sing. of tea! Da pacem cordium (x2) [derivation] Da pacem FROGGY -- don‘t stick that froggy in your eye. Da pacem Don‘t believe him if he says you‘ll get a wish; think about it, would you do this with a fish? Dance and sing for the harvest is over. If you just have to try, don‘t come to me and cry! All of the barns are full; all of the barns are full, Come, and follow (word 6x) me. hey! Now let it snow! The Whither shall I follow, follow, follow; whither Leaves are whirling around, around; the leaves are shall I follow, follow thee? whirling around and down to the ground. Hey! To the greenwood (phrase 3x), greenwood tree! Dear Miss Smith, do be careful! Do not heed that wolf, his honey-dripping Words, Miss Smith, will break your tender heart. Page 4 The Swarthmore Rounds Thu, Nov 24, 2011 He Dream a but is life Says you‘re sweet; he says you‘re pretty, says Merrily (4x) he‘ll never kiss another girl and then he does Stream the down gently and says he‘s true to you — the gay deceiver! Boat your row, row, row. Der Hahn ist tot (x2) A dream is spoken, circle unbroken Der Hahn ist tot (x2) A new way joins with old, safe in the valley‘s fold. Er kann nicht mehr singen ko-ko-di, ko-ko-do And ‗neath the rising moon they dance to fiddler‘s Er kann nicht mehr singen ko-ko-di, ko-ko-do tune. Ko-ko-ko-ko, ko-ko-ko-ko, di ko-ko-do Our life beat sounds through the mountains. Did you ever go down a water pipe, way down to Ego sum pauper the bottom of the water system? Nihil habeo There you‘ll find a little alligator; if he answers Cor meum dabo to the name of Alfred, then he‘s Mine. I lost him. I flushed him down the water Est ist ein Ros entsprung- pipe, and -en aus einer wur-zel Now I‘m really sorry ‘cause he‘s gone. I miss Zart, wie uns die Alten sung- him. -en, von Jesse kam die Art. [translation] Dona nobis pacem, pacem. Dona nobis pacem Lo, how a rose e‘er bloom- Dona nobis pacem (2x) -ing, from tender stem hath Dona nobis pacem (2x) sprung! Of Jesse‘s lineage com- ing, as men of old have sung. Dona nobis pacem (x2) Dona nobis pacem (x2) Even the rabbits inhibit their habits when carrots Dona nobis pacem, pacem. Dona are green (2x) no-o-o-o-o-o-bis pacem The chickens get into the to-ma-toes (2x) Squish. Squash. Squish. Squash (2x) Don‘t put your trash in my backyard, my backyard, my backyard. Don‘t put your trash Ev‘ry white will have its black, in my backyard, my backyard‘s full! And ev‘ry sweet its sour. Fish and chips and vinegar, vinegar, vinegar, Fish Most cruel thorns will ever lurk and chips and vinegar, pepper pepper pepper Nearest the sweetest flower. salt! One bottle-a-pop, two bottle-a-pop, three bottle-a- Father, father, goodbye; pop, four bottle-a-pop, five bottle-a-pop, six Fare thee well, mother. bottle-a-pop, seven bottle-a-pop, POP! I‘m a-leavin‘ you now To begin with another. Doo-be-doo-wah. I‘m a-leavin‘ you now Doo-be-doo-wah be-doo-be-wop To begin with another. Doo-doo-doo-be-wop, doo-wop-wop Doodilly-doobie-doobie-doobie-doo-wah- -op! Wop! Doo-wop be-doodilly-op. Page 5 The Swarthmore Rounds Thu, Nov 24, 2011 Fie, nay prithee, John, do not quarrel, man; will find a mill. let's be merry and drink a bout! See those blades turn round & round & round on You're a rogue; you cheated me, I'll prove yonder hill, and round and before this company; I caren't a farthing, Round again, and round again; those blades are sir, for all you are so stout. turning still! Sir, you lie, I scorn your word, or any man who wears a sword; for all your huff, Good night, good night, good night, my friends; who gives a damn, and who cares for you? it‘s time for us to part. But through my day in work or play I‘ll keep you in my heart. Fleecy clouds at sunset glow Sharing my trials, sharing my joys, though we may O‘er the hill are bending. be so far apart. And if or when, we meet again, Not a breath above, below; your face will warm my heart. Softly day is ending. Grasshoppers three a-fiddling went. Hey! Ho! Fly, fly away, fly away, fly away. He Never be still. They Offered a kiss; I gave a blush. He Had no money; they paid no rent, but all day long Offered a song, but I bade him hush. He with their elbows bent they Offered a swan, but I took a thrush. Let me Fiddled a tune called rillaby, rillaby, fiddled a tune Fly, fly away, fly away, fly away. called rillaby rill. Fly, fly, fly. The great bells of Osney, ( )The leaves are leaving the They ring, they jing, they ring, they jing, Branch, cold are the winds; And the tenor of them goes merrily. Winter is coming. Great Tom is cast, and Four long hours of driving, for Christchurch bells ring one, two, three, One short swim in the ocean. Mi- four, five, -iserere Nobis Six, and Tom comes last. Gaudeamus, gaudeamus, gaudeamus hodie, hodie. Happy days to all those that we love Gaudeamus, gaudeamus, gaudeamus hodie Happy days to all those that love us gaudeamus, gaudeamus hodie. Happy days to all those that love them that love Gaudeamus, gaudeamus hodie. those That love them that love those that love us! George Bi-*zet, for Carmen is best known; he wrote great music, some of which was not his Hark, the bonny Christchurch Bells, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 own. This old tune, from medieval France, he they sound so worldly great, so woundrous stole! L’arlesienne now it does enhance. sweet, and they troll so merrily, merrily. Hark, the first and second bell that every day at Go to Jane Glover and Four and Ten cries ―come, come, come, come, Tell her I lover her and come to Pray‘rs‖ and the Verger troops before By the light of the moon the Dean. I will come to her. Tingle-tingle-ting goes the small bell at Nine to call the bearers home, but there‘s not a soul Go to the top of the path in the garden; there you will leave his hole ‗til he hear the mighty Tom. Page 6 The Swarthmore Rounds Thu, Nov 24, 2011 I am an acorn, the packet, the seed. Hashivenu hashivenu, hashem alecha God is within me, and God is the tree. Venashuva venashuva I am unfolding the way I should be, Hadesh hadesh, yamenu k'kedem Carved in the palm of his hand. (x2) Hava nashira, shir halleluia (x3) I am off down the road where the fairy lanterns glowed, Hear the lively songs of the And the pretty flittermice are flying. Frogs in yonder pond: A slender band of grey runs creepily away, Crick, crick, crickety-crick And the hedges and the grasses are sighing. Brrrrrrrr-ump! I have promises to keep, and Heave and ho, rumbelow Miles to go before I sleep. And Row the boat, Norman, row; Miles to go before I sleep. Row to thy leman. I need a waiter, with some water. I need a waiter with some water for my daughter. ―Hey, ho!‖ cried the merry dwarves. I need a waiter with some water, with some water, ―It‘s off to the wars we are for my daugh- To strike our foes both blind and dumb!‖ -ter, so my daughter doesn‘t die of thirst! Hey ho, nobody home I sat next to the duchess at tea Meat nor drink nor money have I none It was just as I thought it would be Yet will I be merry! Her rumblings abdominal were simply phenomenal Hie we to the other world lads, Everyone thought it was me! Where ‗tis thought they very merry be. There the Man in the Moon drinks claret, a Health to you and me. I stand a-lone, in dust-swirled ground. The drying tinder, beneath my feet. High tide, The sun burns high on the snow-capped Full moon, mountains, Red The branded rock, the dusty trees. Blood moon. Dance at the... I went to bed with a tune in my head, and I woke Hineh mah tov umah nayim, shevet ahim gam up in the middle of the night. yahad (2x) To my dolls and my bears harmonizing on the chairs; when they sang their song I just had to sing along, Hineh mah tov, shevet ahim gam yahad (2x) For the melody was in a major key, and this is the Ho,* ho, ho-ta-a-ru koi way that it goes. A-chi no-mi-zu wa ni-gai zo Ko-chi no-mi-zu wa a-mai zo I'll take my fiddle if you'll bring your flute. Ho, ho, ho-ta-a-ru koi Then I'll scrape the catgut while you blow toot-toot I'll scrape the gut; you blow toot-toot. Page 7 The Swarthmore Rounds Thu, Nov 24, 2011 I‘ve been waiting all the day long to see the stars Joy in the in your eyes. My Gates of Love, come, dance with me now; see how the Jeru- evening flies. And -salem. As you sleep my dear, know that I‘ll be near, to Peace be in hold you when you arise. Zion. I‘ve got music in my soul today. Jubi- Makes me feel so good I wanna say -late Deo ―Sing and ev‘rythng will be OK.‖ Jubilate Deo I Will not plead a kiss; Allelu- I will not seek a smile, -ia ( ) For if I Gain a kiss, you will my heart be- Jubilate Deo -guile. A smile would make me Omnes terra Proud, so proud the while. Servite Domino In laetitia If I had a child, I‘d name him Harold, and Alleluia, alleluia Harold would be his name—not Fitzgerald— In laetitia And this child Harold would carol around Alleluia, alleluia And Round and round and round and round. In laetitia If the people lived their lives, as Keep feet off seats (x2) If it were a song, for singing out a light... Spitting prohibited (x2) Provide some music for the stars to be Emergency brake valve (x4) Dancing circles in the night. Caution – door closes automatically when train starts (x2) Jack boy, ho boy, news, News! The cat is in the well. Kiwi fruit, it‘s the fruit that is so cute. Kiwi kiwi Let us ring now for her knell: kiwi is the key, kiwi kiwi you and me for kiwi Ding, dong, ding, dong, bell. kiwi kiwi kiwi fruit. It‘s got Itsy bitsy seeds on the inside, teensy-weensy hairs John, come kiss me now, on the outside, oh, how I love my kiwi fruit. Once again, for my love gentle, Kiwi, kiwi, kiwi kiwi-ay. Hey! Oh, you and me John, come kiss me now. for kiwi fruit. [alternate John and Joan] Kyrie, kyrie eleison Joy & temperance & repose! Kyrie, kyrie eleison Slam the door on the doctor's nose. Kyrie, kyrie eleison Slam the door on the doctor's nose. The Doctor's nose, the doctor's nose, slam, Slam the door on the doctor's nose! Lachend, lachend, Lachend, lachend Kommt der sommer Page 8 The Swarthmore Rounds Thu, Nov 24, 2011 Über das feld Lord, turn not away thy face from him who lies Über das feld kommt der prostrate, Sommer, ha, ha, ha, Lamenting sore his sinful life before thy mercy‘s Lachend über das gate, Feld Which gate thou open wide to those that do lament their sin. The lark in the morn does arise from her nest, and Shut not that gate against me Lord, but let me flies through the air with the dew on her enter in. breast. And like a young plow boy she‘ll whistle and The love your deepest heart desires sing, and at night she‘ll return to her own nest Is offered with ev‘ry breath you take. again. The rose whose scent you seek is blooming at your very feet. A lazy vicar, born in Bray. Allowed his roses to decay; Make a joyful noise unto the Earth His wife, more alert, bought a powerful squirt, Make a joyful noise. and said ―let us spray.‖ Let our voices rise up to the sky Make a joyful noise unto the Earth The leaves turn gold in the fall. Turn red, turn old in the fall. Margery, Fall down, turn brown, grumble and crumble, Serve well the black sow Under my feet in the fall. All on a misty Morning Let us have songs to fill our mouths as full Come to thy dinner, sow; as the Come, come come, or Sea. Let us have songs to fill our hearts Else thou shalt have as full Never a crumb. As the sea. Full as the sea. Matthew, Mark, Luke and John List to the bells, list to the bells Bless the bed that I lie on. Rhyming and chiming their melody swells Four angels round my bed. O, the beautiful rhyming of bells, Two of them stand at my head. bells, bells, beautiful bells. Two of them stand at my feet. All will watch me while I sleep; Little Jack Horner sat in a corner, eating his While I sleep. Christmas pie. He Stuck in his thumb and pulled out a plum and Matthew, Mark, Luke and John went to bed with said, ―yum, yum, yum, their britches on. John got up in the middle of Yum. What a good boy, what a good boy, what a the night and said his britches were too tight good boy am I!‖ Matthew, Mark, Luke and John went to bed with their britches on. John Lord, bring our lost and lonely home again as you Got up in the middle, in the middle of the night bring and said his britches, said his britches were too Forth the Spring from Winter‘s stony hand. tight. John got up in the middle, in the middle Amen, amen, amen. of the night and said his britches were too tight. Page 9 The Swarthmore Rounds Thu, Nov 24, 2011 Flashing with silver May I be an * instrument of peace. May I be an Follow the wild goose flight instrument of peace. Dip, dip, and swing Dip, dip, and swing her back May lamb and lion lie down together, Flashing with silver Joy and wonder never cease, Follow the wild goose track Halleluia, halleluia, Dip, dip, and swing. Grant us peace. [parody] Nanosaurus, Tyrannosaurus, Sinraptor, Ozraptor, May lime and lemon go well together, Diplotomodon Coke and Pepsi never stop Talarurus, Sinocoelurus, Afrovenator, Troodon. Mr. Pibb and Dr Pepper Jubbulpuria, Augustia, dinosaurs died but their Grant us pop. names do go on. Moon, moon, Nero's expedition up the Nile Rolling moon; Failed, because the water hya- Round is the -cinths had clogged the river, Moon. Denying Nero's vessels Passage through the sudd of Nu- The morns are meeker than they were; -bia. The nuts are getting brown. The berry‘s cheek is plumper; Nicaragua vencio; El Salvador vencerá. (2x) The rose is out of town, out of town. Sera libre; sera,sera libre. (2x) Con el apoyo de todo el pueblo. (2x) Mother morning, I must leave you; I must go to carry the light. Night has come, my wee one; the dark wraps Mother ev‘ning, I will return to you; around us. Night is here, my wee one; the stars Safely held in the arms of night gather round. If you listen, quiet and still, you will hear the stars My bed is too small for my tiredness, whisper your name. Give me a hilltop with trees. Through the dark silence, they dance above you, Tuck a cloud up under my chin. and all through the night they will sing their loving secret song. Lord, blow the moon out, please. No loaf, no jug, no thou, no way, nothin‘ doin‘. My friend Sharon saved an armadillo from a (x2) crocodile one day. My friend Sharon saved an armadillo from a Poor me; I‘m feelin‘ sorry for myself. Pour me another bottle of that stuff. crocodile one day. It was Mope around or turn around, it‘s all up to you. Out in Amarillo where this vile child had an armadillo by the tail, and he would have sent it Mope around or turn around, it‘s easy to do. sailing to some Now I walk in beauty; Smiling crocodile, only Sharon hollered ―Stop, Beauty is before me; you rotten kid!‖, and he did. Beauty is behind me, a- -bove and below me. My paddle's keen and bright Page 10 The Swarthmore Rounds Thu, Nov 24, 2011 O my love, Now is the longest night of Lov'st thou me? Then Winter, when all the world a- Quickly come and save him, that waits the sun‘s return. Dies for thee. Sing farewell to all we knew, Ring out the old! Bring in the new! O, the time, time, time goes on. O, the time, time, time. Let it ring. O * bruit doux de la pluie par terre et sur les toits ( ) Chime, chime, chime. Let it ring. Chime, pour un coeur qui s‘ennuie. O, le chant de la chime, chime. pluie. (4 voices) Time goes on (x2) O, if I had wings just like Noah‘s dove O, the wind, it is a song that harbors through ( ) I would fly away to the one I love. the winter. ( ) I would fly away to the one I love. O, the sail, it is a door that bids the song to enter. Then Let us sail the sea, good friend, and let us sing O joy upon this earth to live and see the day together. The when Singer lasts a season long, while the song, it Rockefeller senior shall up to me and say lasts forever. Brother [comrade] can you spare a dime? O O, who is so merry, hey ho, hey ho O, merry, merry gathering folk, As the light-hearted fairy, hey ho, hey ho. Lift the plough, and She dances and sings to the sound of her wings Sow the seed in the dark rich Earth With a hey and a heigh and a ho. Spring is now. Let the sun shine up- Oak and ash and on the Earth, and Thorn Let us praise the work of All on a midsummer‘s Giving birth. O, Morn Surely we sing of O Mister Miller, what a swing that you bring to No little thing in the band.... with your Oak and ash and Saxophone, and your trombone, ring-a-ding Thorn. through the land! Ba-ba-da-Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-badabadaba-dabadaba-da- Oaken leaves, in the merry woods so wild, da-Da. when will you grow green, oh? Fairest maid, and thou be with child, lullaby O my friends, the night is long; one more dance, may'st thou sing, ah. one more song! Lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby, lullaby There‘s still time before we part for one toast, may'st thou sing, ah. from the heart: Here‘s to life and may it bring friends to dance Of all the falling leaves of with, songs to sing! Fall, the leaves that fall from Maple trees fall best, I feel. Page 11 The Swarthmore Rounds Thu, Nov 24, 2011 Rain on the tree. On a grey and misty morning Rain on the housetops, but I looked out upon the sea Not on me. Sea birds cried; soft breezes sighed As you sailed away. Reaching and winding the Trumpet vine grows; Only in silence the word, only in Hummingbird hovers and Dark the light, Sips ambrosia, Only in dying life: bright the hawk‘s Feathers and flowers Flight on the empty sky. Glowing, Trumpets and breezes Orleans, Beaujency, Blowing. Notre Dame de Cléry, Ven- -dome, Vendome Rejoice, rejoice! Turn, turn, each part a voice Ostende nobis Domine, While with the heartstrings we all rejoice. Misericordiam tuam. Amen, amen Los relojes grandes dicen tik-tak, tik-tak Maranatha, maranatha Los relojes chicos dicen tik-tak, tik-tak, tik-tak, tik-tak Passengers will please refrain from Los relojes del bolsillo tikataka-tikataka-tikataka- Flushing the toilets while the tik! Train is standing in the Rise up, oh * flame, by thy light glowing show to Station. I love you! us beauty, vision and joy. Pride of trees, swiftness of streams The road is calling as leaves are falling; Magic of frost have shaped their dreams. It‘s back to home; my travels are now done. No baser vision their spirit fills, who So I‘ll sit by the fireside and drink a toast to all of Walk by night on the naked hills you; Farewell, I must be gone. Quand la nuit se pose se pose se pose, quand toutes les choses reposent sans bruit. A rose that here all mortal eyes behold Quand les paupieres se closent, se closent, se Through all eternity in God is old. closent comme une rose qui se replie. It flowers with no reason but to flower, J‘aime ce moment. J‘aime ce moment, quand l‘on And needs no idle eye to tell its power. dit doucement, ―bonne nuit, bonne, bonne nuit, bonne nuit.‖ Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose Shall I ever see thee wed? Rain falls down on the streets where the cars I will marry at thy will, sire, go At thy will. Rain falls pitter-pat on my head Ah poor bird Rain makes the grass grow Who art thou Rain makes the whole world wet. Sleeping in the shadows at This dark hour? Rain on the green grass. I won’t be my father‘s Jack Page 12 The Swarthmore Rounds Thu, Nov 24, 2011 I won’t be my mother‘s Jill Shangee Mama (x8) But I will lead a fiddler‘s life Ee susie-ka ee ya ee termina (x2) And fiddle when I will Ya too yavona ee yavona termina susie-ka (x2) [derivations] Sing a sing of popcorn when the snowstorms rage, Dear friends, dear friends, Fifty little brown men put into a cage. Shall I tell you how I feel? Shake them ‗til the laugh, and crowding to the top, You have given me such pleasure, Watch them burst their coats, pop! pop! pop! I love you so. Peace, peace, peace, peace, Sing, oh you falling rain, dance, oh snow; Wars have been and wars must cease Swell, you river, river, river; We must learn to live together, Blow wind blow. Peace, peace, peace. Singt dem herrn. Round and round the Earth is turning. Singet ihm und jubilieret. Turning always round to morning, Alle sammt And from morning round to night. In dieser Morgen stunde. Commt herein und danket Round and round we dance. We hold each other‘s Ihm. hands and Weave ourselves in a circle. Our Smetana, Dvorak and Janacek Time is done; the dance goes on. Are the most famous composers of Czechoslovakia. They Samba chill, samba brazil (x4) Often wrote tunes in this curious rhythm. Rio de Janero, dancing all the night. Rio de Janero, black as well as white. Samba do The snow falls lightly. Lashes sparkling with Brazil, samba do Brazil. silver. Our voices lift into the air on clouds of Samba do Brazil samba. (x4) light. We sing a song of cheer with all who gather here on this the shortest day, the longest Sev‘n great towns of Greece, ‗tis said, night. Claimed Homer‘s birth when he was dead We sing of spirit, sing of hope. We call each one Through which, in life, he begged his bread. to shine. We bind, by ribbon bell and song our people to an older time. Shadow striking on the wall, see the candle drip Peace like a river to all lands will flow. We sing, and fall. gloria in excelsis, Peace on Earth below. Shadow dancing in the night, faded colors run in spite. Soft autumn breeze slowly winds through the night Shadow slip into the gloom, trickling light come as the moon in the hills starts to rise into sight fill the room. All around is the quiet sound of the crickets and owls saying, ―hush, all is right‖ Shalom, chaverim, shalom, chaverim Oo--oo, Oo--oo, now let your dreams hold you Shalom, shalom tight. L‘hitraot, l‘hitraot Shalom, shalom Page 13 The Swarthmore Rounds Thu, Nov 24, 2011 A southerly wind and a cloudy sky proclaim it a name, hunting morning. And departed a long time before us. To horse my brave boys and away; bright Phoebus the hill is adorning. There was an invisible fox, by chance Hark! Hark! Forward! Tantara, tantara, tantara. Did meet with two visible, visible geese. He taught them a fine invisible dance For a hundred hundred crowns apiece. Spreading my long-winged feathers as I fly Spreading my long-winged feathers as I fly There was an old man, an old man who said, I circle around (2x) ―How The bound'ries of the earth, Shall I soften the heart of this terrible cow? The bound'ries of the sky. If I sit by the stile and continue to smile Will I soften the heart, the heart of this cow?‖ Such a long way from ho- -o-o-o-o-o-ome, love- -ly on the wind There‘s a submachine gun in my violin case And water. And a pistol in my shoe; There‘s a Bank of America on my block, The sun descending in the west, I‘ll meet you there at two! the evening star does shine. The birds are silent in their nest They for sudden joy did weep, and I for sorrow And I must seek for mine. sung That such a king should play Bo-Peep, and go the Sure as the wind, fools among. La la My sisters and La, la la, la la, la la la, la la la la la la la. Sure as the rai--- ---n This old Freedom Train is such a Sure as the sun Long time in a-comin‘, and no- Does shine we will raise -body can afford it, so you Our song agai--- Better climb aboard it. Gimme that ---n ( ) Freedom, gimme that Sweet the evening *air of May, soft my cheek ( ) Freedom, gimme that caressing; sweet the unseen lilac spray, with Freedom, freedom, freedom (ch-ch) its scented blessing. White and ghostly in the gloom, shine the apple trees in bloom (apple This pretty planet, spinning through space, you‘re trees in bloom). a garden, you‘re a harbor, you‘re a holy place. Golden sun going down, gentle blue giant, spin us Tender shepherd, tender shepherd, around. Let me help you count your sheep. All though the night, safe ‗til the morning light. One in the garden, two in the meadow, Three in the nursery, fast asleep. Those who will an alehouse keep must have three There once was an ichthyosaurus things in store: a Who lived when the Earth was quite porous. Chamber and a featherbed, a chimney and a hey But he fainted with shame when he first heard his nonny nonny, Page 14 The Swarthmore Rounds Thu, Nov 24, 2011 Hey nonny nonny, hey nonny no, hey nonny no, All that dies shall be reborn he-ey nonny no! Seed and grain (2x) All that falls shall rise again. Though my soul may set in darkness, It will rise in perfect light. We wish you a happy birthday ( ) I have loved the stars too A joyous and celebrated birthday Fondly to be fearful of the For you, dear [name] Night, fearful of the night. We wish you a long, long life. To stop the train, in cases of emergency, Well rung, Tom boy; well rung Tom Pull on the cord, Pull on the cord! Well sung, cuckoo, well rung Tom. The Penalty for improper use: five pounds! Owl and the cuckoo, the fool and the song Well sung, cuckoo; well rung, Tom. Turpitude, moral turpitude! Depravity, depravity! Inherent What a queer bird the frog are! When he Baseness, inherent baseness! Sit he stand, almost; when he walk he fly, almost; when he Ubi caritas Sing he cry, almost, and he ain't got no sense, Et amor hardly; Ubi Caritas Ain't got no tail, hardly, either! He sit on Deus ibi est what he ain't got hardly... Under the full moon- When I‘m under pressure I get speedy and tense -light we dance, spirits up and then ironically I don‘t get as much done Dance we dance, joining as I could if I would slow Hands we dance, joining Down, breathe deep, stay centered and calm. I Souls rejoice! Try, but I can‘t; I‘m thinking of adding a relaxation class into my schedule, so Vivaldi was the quickest of men; I can be more steady even though I‘m adding Music flowed from his vi----- more, ‗cause ---igorous pen. He wrote scores by the ton, When Jesus wept, a falling tear Though some say it‘s just In mercy flowed beyond all bound. One written over and over again! When Jesus groaned, a trembling fear Seized all the guilty world around. Warm hands, warm. The Men have gone to plow. When stark winter‘s darkest dark is, If you want to warm your hands, Bless us each in boots and parkas. Warm your hands now. Teach us creatures where some spark is, Which, by it, to park our carcass. We all come from the mother Earth And to her we shall return, like a When the winter comes, we gather to dance and Drop of rain sing together. When the winter comes, we Falling to the ocean. gather to dance our cares away. [derivation] ( ) Everybody clap hands, everybody sing now. Hoof and horn (2x) Sing a song of gladness, sing a song of joy. Page 15 The Swarthmore Rounds Thu, Nov 24, 2011 Winter, cold winter, blows hard against the Twice as much as thine! windowpane. Dance round the fire till springtime comes again. Wind spi- *rit sing above, earth spirit deep below, water dancing with the moon, fire within me! When will this hike be over? I am so tired of marching, of marching. I am so very tired. Winter calls a clear horizon I have lost my best companion, my pipe, my pal, Like the sea calls to the port my friend on the hike, friend on the hike, my Like the sky calls to the desert pretty little meerschaum pipe. Like the love calls to the heart. I have found my best companion, my pipe, my pal, my friend on the hike, friend on the hike, Winter is icumen in; lhude sing Goddam! my pretty little meerschaum pipe. Raineth slop and never stop and how the wind doth ram. Where is the moon when the moon is new? It‘s a I must escape the snow; off to Aruba I go! sliver on the right, growing bigger every night. Where is the moon when the moon is round? Wipe the dishes. Dry the dishes. Rising as the sun is going down. Ring the bell for tea, oh Where is the moon when the moon is waning? Three good wishes, three good kisses Sliver on the left, ‗til there‘s no moon I will give to thee, oh. remaining, With beating wings and crying, White coral bells, upon a slender stalk I heard the wild geese flying, Lilies of the valley line my garden walk. And dreams in my heart sighing Oh, don't you wish that you could hear them Followed their northward flight. ring? That will only happen when the fairies sing. Yemaya-o, ago akoyo Yemaya Yemaya-o, ago akoyo Yemaya White sands & gray sands, Who'll buy my gray sands? Yonder come day; day is a breakin‘. Yonder come Who'll buy my white sands? day, oh my soul. Yonder come day; day is a breakin‘, sun is a risin‘, in my soul. Why can‘t we all live in peace together? Sun rise, sun rise oh yonder. Sun rise, sun is a Why can‘t we all live in harmony? risin‘, in my soul. Peace flowing on majestic as the river. Yonder (x6). Sun is a risin‘, in my soul. Why can‘t we all live in peace? Why can‘t we all live in peace? You have your water and your grain. You have your fields all full of grass. You have horizons far and wide. Why is the Fourth of July? Flutter along, my little birds. Jay is the first, and You is the second and Ell is the third and so therefore You kick, and then you glide. You kick, kick, and then you glide. Why shouldn't my goose It‘s all in the rhythm (3x) of the heart. Sing as well as thy goose? Keep breathing; it‘s the most important part (2x) When I paid for my goose Page 16 The Swarthmore Rounds Thu, Nov 24, 2011 Young rider, apple-cheeked one, *come whither riding? **On your steed so proud and prancing, come whither riding? No matter where I ride,Slavic mountains at my side, to Shemora, to Shemora. Page 17 The Swarthmore Rounds Thu, Nov 24, 2011 Retired rounds (oversung, don‘t know well Sweetly sings the donkey, at the break of day. enough to teach, just not worth it, etc) If you do not feed him, this is what he'll say: hee haw, hee haw, hee haw, hee haw, hee haw! Alleluia, amen (x3) There once was a man from Calcu-u-u-u-ta, who had a most terrible stutter. Apple maggot He said, "P-p-p-please pass Quarantine area — the Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cheese, Do Not Transport And the b-b-b--b-b-b-b--b-b--b-b--b-b-b-b-b- Home-grown Fruit! butter!" ―Gee, Darling, is that Darjeeling?‖ in- Waiting for the answer to my question, waiting for -fused Earl the time when doubt is gone. Wonder what will Grey, teasingly. happen come tomorrow, waiting in the darkness for the dawn. Liszt and Brahms wrote music in the Gypsy vein Better not to move with no direction, better to be Many think that this is true Hungarian still till sight is clear. Everything before led to If the Magyar style you truly wish to know, this moment. Ready to decide, the time is near. To the tunes of Bartok and Kodaly you must go. What a goodly thing My dame has a lame tame crane If the children of the world My dame has a crane that is lame Could dwell together Oh, gentle Jane, does your dame's lame tame In peace. crane Drink, and come home again? When the spirit of the Lord moves on my heart, People who live, people who live, I will pray as David prayed People who live in glass houses When the spirit of the lord moves on my People living in glass houses should not throw, heart, should not throw, I will pray as David prayed People living in glass houses should not, should I will pray, I will pray, not throw I will pray as David prayed (2x) Stones. 2. ...sing as David sang... 3. ...dance as David danced.... Pink pants on the line, I‘m so glad they aren‘t mine but Whose pigs be *these? Whose pigs be these? They Mary‘s, but Mary‘s panties that she got on Easter be Tom Watts‘, I can tell ‗em by their spots, Sunday; don‘t you like them? Pink pants, pink and I found them in the vicarage garden. pants. Some trust all; some trust some, Ho! Some trust one; ( ) I trust none, ho! ( ) Not even myself.
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