Row, row, row your boat

Gently down the stream.

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,

Life is but a dream.

Row, row, row your boat

Gently down the stream.

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,

Life is but a dream.

Rip, rip, rip your

Gently down the steam,

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,

Here’s the lady’s scream.

Rip, rip, rip your

Gently down the steam

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,

Here’s the lady’s scream.

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Oh, where have you been,

Billy Boy, Billy Boy?

Oh, where have you been,

Charming Billy?

I have been to seek a wife,

She's the joy of my life,

She's a young thing

And cannot leave her mother.

Did she ask you to come in,

Billy Boy, Billy Boy?

Did she ask you to come in,

Charming Billy?

Yes, she asked me to come in,

There's a dimple in her chin.

She's a young thing

And cannot leave her mother.

How old is she,

Billy Boy, Billy Boy?

How old is she,

Charming Billy?

Three times six and four times seven,

Twenty-eight and eleven,

She's a young thing

And cannot leave her mother.

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Oh, give me a home

Where the buffalo roam,

Where the deer and the antelope play,

Where seldom is heard

A discouraging word,

And the skies are not cloudy all day.

Home, home on the range;

Where the deer and the antelope play,

Where seldom is heard

A discouraging word,

And the skies are not cloudy all day.

Home, home on the range;

Where the deer and the antelope play,

Where seldom is heard

A discouraging word,

And the skies are not cloudy all day.

D3 - 23

There's a yellow rose in Texas
I’m going on to see,
She wants no other fellow,
Nobody, only me.
Oh, she cried so when I left her,
That it nearly broke her heart,
And I hope that way we meet again
We never mosh apart.

She's the sweetest little lady
A fellow ever knew,
Her eyes are bright as diamonds,
They sparkle like the dew.
You may talk about your dearest girls
and sing of Rosa Lee,
But the Yellow Rose of Texas
Beats the belles of Tennessee.

Down beside the Rio Grande,

The stars were shining bright,

She walked along to desert

On the quiet summer night:

I hope that she remembers,

How we parted long ago,

I’ll keep my promise to return

And never let her go.

D3 - 24

All around the cobbler's bench

The monkey chased the weasel,

The monkey thought 'twas all in fun

Pop! Goes the weasel.

II’ve no time to wait and sigh

No patience to wait ‘til by and by

Kiss me quick, I’m off… Goodbye!

Pop! Goes the weasel.

Half a pound of tupenny rice,

Half a pound of treacle.

That’s the way the money goes,

Pop! Goes the weasel.

I’ve no time to wait and sigh

No patience to wait ‘til by and by

Kiss me quick, I’m off… Goodbye!

Pop! Goes the weasel.

D3 - 25

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