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The Frogbird
01:27
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The Frogbird
by Anonymous
What a wonderful bird the frog are
When he stand he sit almost;
When he hop he fly almost.
He ain’t got no sense hardly;
He ain’t got no tail hardly either.
When he sit, he sit on what he ain’t got almost.
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Be A Pirate
02:13
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Be A Pirate
Mommy will I be a pirate
and carry a shiny sword?
Well baby don’t you know that pirates are villains
If you be a pirate then you’ll never be happy
Sister will I be a pirate
and travel the seven seas?
Well don’t you know that pirates can’t be trusted
If you be a pirate then you’ll never be happy
Daddy will I be a pirate
and call a galleon my home?
Well baby don’t you know that pirates are losers
If you be a pirate then you’ll never be happy
It’s a choice I’d never make
Even if it were my one and only
If it’s the course you plan to take
Then you better get used to being lonely
Grandpa will I be a pirate
and sail with all my friends?
Well sonny that sounds like a fine idea
I wish I’d done that cus now I’d be happy
Now I guess I’ll be a pirate
And sail the seven seas
Wherever I go I’ll make people happy
I’ll be the pirate who makes everyone happy
I’ll be the pirate who makes everyone happy
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By Kevin Hendrickson & Ann M. Tohey.
The Tale of Bunratty Castle
I once heard a tale of Bunratty Castle
where bunnies and rats are good friends
They pass the day freely with nary a hassle
and there are no hutches or pens
All of the Shamrocks in Bunratty Castle
bring luck to the creatures within
Long live the children of Bunratty Castle
May we always honor their kin
At first break of morning the bunnies rise early
to gather their carrots and peas
The rats wake up later all grumpy and surly
and scurry to spread all their fleas
All of the shamrocks in Bunratty Castle
bring luck to the creatures within
Though we seem pleasant
we Bunratty rascals are vermin with vigor and vim
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Gataki
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Gataki
Lyrics by Sylvia Hackathorn & Inanna McGraw
There is a kitten on the isle of Crete
In Greek they call a kitten gataki
She loves chasing mice and she loves cheese
But mostly she loves to play her bouzouki
Ela tho little gataki
Play us a tune on the bouzouki
Ela ela little gataki
Play us a tune on your bouzouki
Her mama lives in the taverna
She loves to sing the rembetika
Her father roams around the agora
He dances the sirtaki and he shouts opa!
Opa little gataki
Play us a tune on the bouzouki
Ela tho little gataki
Play us a tune on your bouzouki
When the moon is full and the village sleeps
Into the square the cats all creep
There they frolic and they dance with glee
Around the gataki and her bouzouki
Yasou little gataki
Play us a tune on the bouzouki
Ela tho little gataki
Play us a tune on your bouzouki
Opa little gataki
Play us a tune on your bouzouki
Ela tho little gataki
Play us a tune on your bouzouki
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The Cat Circus
02:09
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Stark & Dormy
02:36
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Stark and Dormy
Unknown, collected from Eloise McGraw
The night was stark and dormy
And the wind went beeping swy
The lightening fashed in flurry
And the runder thoared on high.
A little old cog labin
Stood by a rountain mode
And from its woken brindow
A flickering shandle cowed
To those githout its widence
Who might go star affray
The dabin core stood open
And from it meered a paid
Intent on soing gomewhere
And in rad glags arrayed
But when she law the sightening
And heard the rashing dain
She wumbled to the teather
And dut the shore again
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Johnny Appleseed
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Johnny Appleseed
Small and lean and penniless
He was a small time farmer from Massachusetts
But he had dreams as tall as any man
That’s how Johnny Appleseed began
Hey Johnny Johnny let your apples grow
down in the valley of the Ohio
Hey Johnny thank you for your deeds
Thanks for planting those apple seeds
Now he headed out West on a country trail
with a barefoot tan and a rusty pail
He planted them seeds wherever he roamed
And where they grew it felt like home
Hey Johnny Johnny let your trees grow tall
Your courage and your kindness have touched us all
Hey Johnny thank you for your deeds
And thanks for growing them apple trees
Soon his beard was long and gray
And stopped to rest a while in the shade
Then he looked straight up and he said “oh my”
Will you look a them apple trees touching the sky
I’ll follow you wherever you go
You’re a true pioneer hero
I wanna thank you for your deeds
And thanks for growing them apple trees
Hey Johnny Johnny let your apples grow
Down in the valley of the Ohio
Hey Johnny thank you for your deeds
And thanks for growing them apple trees
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Paul Bunyan
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Paul Bunyan
In the forest land of Oregon
lived a fabled lumber man
whose strength was like a locomotive train
He did the work of two or three
and wrote a little poetry
He was tall enough to see from there to Maine
Crouched in misty mountain passes
eating flapjacks with molasses
some say his coffee cup was barrel sized
And when he’d finally had his fell
He’d set those choker’s on the hill
So fast the other loggers were in awe
Did I mention that this guy was my Grandpa?
I think my Grandpa was Paul Bunyan
though he never had an ox named Babe
I guess the legends must have got it wrong
He was no tall tale or mystery
Just a giant heart among the trees
My Grandpa was Paul Bunyan all along
He did every job they offered
From whistle punk to chopper
With a glimmering of sorrow in his eyes
‘Cus he could speak the tongue of trees
Calling softly on the breeze
“No more cutting, please be on your way” they cried
I think my Grandpa was Paul Bunyan
Though he never had an ox named Babe
I guess the legends must have got it wrong
He was no tall tale or mystery
Just a giant heart among the trees
My Grandpa was Paul Bunyan all along
Na na na na na na.......
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Nils Karlsson
01:41
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by Kevin Hendrickson
Nils Karlsson
A lonely lad inside his lonely house
Winter days so long without his parents by his side
Not a friend to talk to
He waits alone for them to come home
Then one morning
the pitter-pattering of tiny feet
underneath the bed now
Nils Karlsson creeping underneath the bed
Nils Karlsson mischief in his little head
Nils Karlsson magic powers to amaze
Nils Karlsson
An elvish guy short as an apple pie
Wooden shoes and merry eyes that twinkled when he spoke
With a voice like laughter
“Would you like to be small like me?
Hold on tightly!”
A magic charm reduced the boy
And they ran into a mouse hole
Nils Karlsson creeping underneath the bed
Nils Karlsson mischief in his little head
Nils Karlsson magic powers to amaze
Nils Karlsson a little friend to help him pass the days
Nils Karlsson creeping underneath the bed
Nils Karlsson mischief in his little head
Nils Karlsson magic powers to amaze
Nils Karlsson a little friend to help him pass the days
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Nils Karlsson's Polska
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Sylvia Hackathorn Eugene, Oregon
Sylvia HackathornI am a multi-instrumentalist from Portland, Oregon. now residing in Eugene, Oregon. Her musical career has traversed several genres and found her exploring many instruments, mostly stringed. From guitar, bouzouki, mandolin, harp, banjo and tin whistle, she has expressed her passions and musical voice. ... more
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