Folk Medley

May we repeat
Give us a beat
Rhythmic or sweet
And you can have the men who make more
We'll save our applause
For a wingin' swingin' band
A music maker

All day singin', supper on the ground
Old folks and youngins, gather 'round
Every kind of fiddle you ever did see
Come along merry and sit by me

Bring your fried chicken and chocolate cake
All the best foods you can make
Bring along your fiddle and guitar too
Come along merry and sit by me

And then Pat, then will come game time

Green grows the willow tree
Green grows the willow tree
Come my love that used to be
Come sit you down upon my knee

Green grows the rushes, o
Green grows the rushes, o
Kiss her quick and let her go
For yonder stands her pappy, o

Green grows the willow tree
Green grows the willow tree
Come my love that used to be
And sit you down upon my knee

He's gone away for a stay a little while
But he's comin' back if he goes 10,000 miles
Oh who will tie my shoes?
And who will glove my hand?
And who will kiss my ruby lips
When he is gone?

Look away, look away
Over endow

One mornin', one mornin', one mornin' in May
I saw a fair couple makin' their way
And one was a lady, a lady so fair
The other a soldier, a brave volunteer

Brave soldier, kind soldier, will you marry me?
Oh no, pretty lady, that never could be
I've a true love in London who's waitin' for me
Two loves in the army's too many for me

I'll go back to London and stay there a year
And often I'll dream of you, my little dear
And if ever I return, 'twill be in the spring
To see waters glidin', hear the nightingale sing

Some like 'em light, some like 'em brown
Some like 'em thin as possible
Give me my sorghums thick 'n' sweet
That's the way they're fittin' to eat
(That's the way they're fittin' to eat)
Fetch off the pew, hitch to the mill
Ride my sugarcane if you will
But make my sorghums thick 'n' sweet
That's the way they're fittin' to eat
(That's the way they're fittin' to eat)
Light up the fire, heat up the pan
Skim that fire through the if you can
But cook my sorghums thick 'n' sweet
Well that's the way they're fittin' to eat

Dance to your daddy, my little lady
Dance to your daddy, my little man

You shall have a fishy in your little dishy
You shall have a fishy when the bowl comes in

Prettiest little boy in the county, oh
Prettiest little boy in the county, oh
Prettiest little boy in the county, oh
Poppy and mommy both say it so

What are we gonna do with the baby, oh?
What are we gonna do with the baby, oh?
What are we gonna do with the baby, oh?
Whipped him good and let him go

Hush baby, hush baby
Be-o-bye, oh baby bye, oh baby bye