 
![]() SHE’LL BE COMING ‘ROUND THE MOUNTAIN 2:00
She’ll be coming ‘round the mountain ;when she comes. Toot! Toot!
She’ll be coming ‘round the mountain when she comes. Toot! Toot!
She’ll be coming ‘round the mountain,
She’ll be coming ‘round the mountain,
She’ll be coming ‘round the mountain when she comes. Toot! Toot!
She’ll be driving six white horses when she comes. Whoa, back!
She’ll be driving six white horses when she comes. Whoa, back!
She’ll be driving six white horses,
She’ll be driving six white horses,
She’ll be driving six white horses when she comes. Whoa, back!
Oh, we’ll all go out to meet her when she comes. Hi, babe!
Oh, we’ll all go out to meet her when she comes. Hi, babe!
Oh, we’ll all go out to meet her,
We’ll all go out to meet her,
We’ll all go out to meet her when she comes. Hi, babe!
She’ll be wearing red pajamas when she comes. Scratch, scratch!
She’ll be wearing red pajamas when she comes. Scratch, scratch!
She’ll be wearing red pajamas,
She’ll be wearing red pajamas,
She’ll be wearing red pajamas when she comes. Scratch, scratch!
She will have to sleep with Grandma when she comes. Snee, snore!
She will have to sleep with Grandma when she comes. Snee, snore!
She will have to sleep with Grandma,
She’ll have to sleep with Grandma,
She’ll have to sleep with Grandma when she comes. Snee, snore!
Scratch! Scratch! Hi Babe! Whoa, back! Toot! Toot!
Traditional. Adapted by Nancy Cassidy © 1988.
![]() SANDWICHES 1:47
CHORUS:
Sandwiches are beautiful, sandwiches are fine,
I like sandwiches, I eat them all the time.
I eat them for my supper and I eat them for my lunch.
If I had a hundred sandwiches, I’d eat them
all at once.
I’m a-roamin’ and a-travelin’ and a-wanderin’ all along,
And if you care to listen, I will sing a happy song.
I will not ask a favor and I will not ask a fee,
But if you have a sandwich, won’t you give a bite to me?
(CHORUS)
Once I went to England, I visited the Queen,
I swear she was the grandest lady that I’d ever seen.
I told her she was beautiful and could not ask for more,
She handed me a sandwich and threw me out the door.
(CHORUS)
A sandwich may be egg or cheese or even peanut butter,
But they all taste so good to me, it doesn’t even matter.
Jam or ham or cucumber, any kind will do.
Well, I like sandwiches, how about you?
(CHORUS twice)
Bob King © 1980 Armchair Publications.
Used by permission. All rights reserved.
![]() RIG A JIG JIG 1:18
As I was walking down the street,
Down the street, down the street,
A very good friend I chanced to meet,
Hi Ho Hi Ho Hi Ho.
CHORUS:
Rig a jig jig and away we go,
Away we go, away we go,
Rig a jig jig and away we go,
Hi Ho Hi Ho Hi Ho.
We clapped our hands and stomped our feet,
Stomped our feet, stomped our feet,
We clapped our hands and stomped our feet,
Hi Ho Hi Ho Hi Ho.
We jumped up high and came back down,
Came back down, came back down,
We jumped up high and came back down,
Hi Ho Hi Ho Hi Ho.
(CHORUS)
We climbed on a train and tooted the horn,
Tooted the horn, tooted the horn,
We climbed on a train and tooted the horn,
Hi Ho Hi Ho Hi Ho.
Kissed my ma and hugged my pa,
Hugged my pa, hugged my pa,
Kissed my ma and hugged my pa,
Hi Ho Hi Ho Hi Ho.
(CHORUS)
Traditional. Adapted by
Nancy Cassidy © 1988.
Additional lyrics:
Nancy Cassidy
![]() FOOBA-WOOBA JOHN 1:36
Saw a snail chase a whale, Fooba-wooba, fooba-wooba.
Saw a snail chase a whale, Fooba-wooba John.
Saw a snail chase a whale, all around the water pail.
Hey, John, Ho, John, Fooba-wooba John.
Saw a frog chase a dog, Fooba-wooba, fooba-wooba.
Saw a frog chase a dog, Fooba-wooba John.
Saw a frog chase a dog, sitting on a hollow log.
Hey, John, Ho, John, Fooba-wooba John.
Saw a flea kick a tree, Fooba-wooba, fooba-wooba.
Saw a flea kick a tree, Fooba-wooba John.
Saw a flea kick a tree, in the middle of the sea.
Hey, John, Ho, John, Fooba-wooba John.
Heard a cow say “me-ow,” Fooba-wooba fooba-wooba.
Heard a cow say “me-ow,” Fooba-wooba John.
Heard a cow say “me-ow,” then I heard it say “bow-wow.”
Hey, John, Ho, John, Fooba-wooba John.
Hey, John, Ho, John, Fooba-wooba John.
Traditional. Adapted by Nancy Cassidy © 1988.
![]() THE DESPERADO 2:27
CHORUS:
For a bold bad man was this desperado,
From Badman’s Gulch way down in Colorado.
And he rode around like a big tornado,
And ev’rywhere he went he gave his BIG whoop — Hey!
He was a desperado from the wild and woolly West,
But ev’ry now and then he’d go and give the West a rest,
He’d saddle up his horse, put on his spurs and leather vest,
And ev’rywhere he went he gave his BIG whoop — Hey!
(CHORUS)
He had a skunk named Arnie but he thought he was a hat,
He’d put him up on top his head and wear him just like that,
And ev’rywhere they’d go the people’d point and say what’s that,
And Arnie’d wag his tail and give his BIG whoop — HEY!
(CHORUS)
He had a horse named Lightnin’ but she wasn’t very quick,
She never liked to run but she could snort and buck and kick,
And when our desperado saddled up and gave a kick,
She’d throw him so you’d really hear his BIG whoop — Hey!
(CHORUS)
Traditional. Adapted by
Nancy Cassidy © 1988.
Additional lyrics:
Nancy & John Cassidy
![]() THE BUS SONG 1:41
The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round.
The wheels on the bus go round and round,
All through the town.
The wipers on the bus go, “Swish, swish, swish,”
“Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish,”
The wipers on the bus go, “Swish, swish, swish,”
All through the town.
The horn on the bus goes, “Beep, beep, beep,”
“Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.”
The horn on the bus goes, “Beep, beep, beep,”
All through the town.
The gas on the bus goes, “Glunk, glunk, glunk,”
“Glunk, glunk, glunk, glunk, glunk, glunk.”
The gas on the bus goes, “Glunk, glunk, glunk,”
All through the town.
The money on the bus goes, “Clink, clink, clink,”
“Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, clink.”
The money on the bus goes, “Clink, clink, clink,”
All through the town.
The baby on the bus says, “Wah, wah, wah,”
“Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah.”
The baby on the bus says, “Wah, wah, wah,”
All through the town.
The mommy on the bus says, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
The daddy on the bus says, “I love you, too.”
All through the town. All through the town.
All through the town.
Traditional. Adapted by Nancy Cassidy © 1988.
![]() LAVENDER’S BLUE 1:50
CHORUS:
Lavender’s blue, dilly dilly, lavender’s green,
When you are King, dilly dilly, I shall be Queen.
Who told you so, dilly dilly, who told you so?
’Twas my own heart, dilly dilly, that told me so.
Call up your friends, dilly dilly, set them to work.
Some to the plough, dilly dilly, some to the fork.
Some to the hay, dilly dilly, some to cut corn.
While you and I, dilly dilly, keep ourselves warm.
(CHORUS)
Traditional.
Adapted by Nancy Cassidy © 1988.
![]() THERE’S A LITTLE WHEEL A-TURNING 2:40
There’s a little wheel a-turning in my heart,
There’s a little wheel a-turning in my heart,
In my heart, in my heart,
There’s a little wheel a-turning in my heart.
There’s a little song a-singing in my heart,
There’s a little song a-singing in my heart,
In my heart, in my heart.
There’s a little song a-singing in my heart.
There’s a little frog a-leaping in my heart,
There’s a little frog a-leaping in my heart,
In my heart, in my heart.
There’s a little frog a-leaping in my heart.
I see the sun a-rising in my heart,
I see the sun a-rising in my heart,
In my heart, in my heart,
I see the sun a-rising in my heart.
We’re dancing ‘round the world in my heart,
We’re dancing ‘round the world in my heart,
In my heart, in my heart,
We’re dancing ‘round the world in my heart.
(Repeat first verse.)
Traditional. Adapted by Nancy Cassidy © 1988.
Additional lyrics: Nancy Cassidy
![]() OL’ TEXAS 1:37
I’m going to leave ol’ Texas now,
I’m going to leave ol’ Texas now,
They’ve got no use for the long-horned cow.
They’ve got no use for the long-horned cow.
They’ve plowed and fenced my cattle range,
They’ve plowed and fenced my cattle range,
And the people there are all so strange.
And the people there are all so strange.
I’ll take my horse, I’ll take my rope,
I’ll take my horse, I’ll take my rope,
And hit the trail upon a lope.
And hit the trail upon a lope.
I’ll bid adiós to the Alamo,
I’ll bid adiós to the Alamo,
And turn my head toward Mexico.
And turn my head toward Mexico.
Traditional. Adapted by Nancy Cassidy © 1988.
![]() GHOST RIDERS IN THE SKY 2:51
(A COWBOY LEGEND)
An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day,
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way,
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw,
A-plowing through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw.
Yipee-yi-ay, Yipee-yi-oh, Ghost Riders in the sky.
Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel,
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel,
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky,
For he saw the riders coming hard and heard their mournful cry.
Yipee-yi-ay, Yipee-yi-oh, Ghost Riders in the sky.
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts were soaked with sweat,
They’re riding hard to catch that herd but they ain’t caught ‘em yet.
They have to ride forever on that range up in the sky.
On horses breathing fire, as they ride I hear them cry.
Yipee-yi-ay, Yipee-yi-oh, Ghost Riders in the sky.
The riders loped on by him and he heard one call his name,
“If you want to save your hide and soul a-riding on this range,
Then cowboy, change your ways today or with us you will ride,
Trying to catch the devil’s herd across the endless sky.”
Yipee-yi-ay, Yipee-yi-oh, Ghost Riders in the sky.
Yipee-yi-ay, Yipee-yi-oh, Ghost Riders in the sky.
Words and Music by Stan Jones
© 1949 Edwin H. Morris & Company, A division of MPLCommunications, Inc.
© Renewed 1977 Edwin H. Morris & Company, A division of MPL Communications, Inc.
International Copyright Secured. All Rights Reserved. Used by permission.
![]() MICHAEL, ROW THE BOAT ASHORE 1:58
Michael, row the boat ashore, hallelujah,
Michael, row the boat ashore, hallelujah.
My brothers and sisters are all aboard, hallelujah,
My brothers and sisters are all aboard, hallelujah.
Michael, row the boat ashore, hallelujah,
Michael, row the boat ashore, hallelujah.
The river is deep and the river is wide, hallelujah,
Milk and honey on the other side, hallelujah.
Michael, row the boat ashore, hallelujah,
Michael, row the boat ashore, hallelujah.
Jordan’s river is chilly and cold, hallelujah,
Chills the body but not the soul, hallelujah.
Michael, row the boat ashore, hallelujah,
Michael, row the boat ashore, hallelujah.
Michael, row the boat ashore, hallelujah,
Michael, row the boat ashore, hallelujah.
Traditional. Adapted by Nancy Cassidy © 1988.
Verse 1: Cody Cassidy
![]() LA BAMBA 2:31
Bamba bamba, bamba bamba, bamba bamba.
Para bailar la bamba, para bailar la bamba,
Se necesita una poca de gracia,
Una poca de gracia, y otra cosita,
Y arriba arriba, y arriba arriba, y arriba arriba iré
Por ti seré, por ti seré.
Bamba bamba, bamba bamba, bamba bamba,
Let’s dance with the music,
Let’s dance with the music.
When we dance, we sing a song,
We sing a song of thanks,
And clap our hands and we go
Faster and faster, higher and higher, louder and louder.
(Repeat first verse.)
Bamba bamba, bamba bamba, bamba bamba,
Softer and softer — bamba la bamba — bamba!
Traditional. Adapted by Nancy Cassidy © 1988.
English lyrics: Nancy Cassidy
![]() BOOM, BOOM, AIN’T IT GREAT TO BE CRAZY 1:58
CHORUS:
Boom, boom, ain’t it great to be crazy,
Boom, boom, ain’t it great to be crazy,
Giddy and foolish all day long,
Boom, boom, ain’t it great to be crazy?
Way down South where bananas grow,
A flea stepped on an elephant’s toe.
The elephant cried with tears in eyes,
“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?”
(CHORUS)
Late last night I had a real strange dream,
Ate a nine pound marshmallow momma gave me.
When I woke up I knew something was wrong,
I looked around, saw my pillow was gone.
(CHORUS twice)
Traditional. Adapted by Nancy Cassidy © 1988.
2nd Verse: John Cassidy
![]() CLUCK, CLUCK, RED HEN 1:30
Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full,
One for your sweater and one for your rug,
And one for your blanket to keep you warm and snug.
Cluck, cluck, red hen, have you any eggs?
Yes sir, yes sir, as many as your legs,
One for your breakfast and one for your lunch,
Come back tomorrow I’ll have another bunch.
Moo, moo, brown cow, have you milk for me?
Yes sir, yes sir, as tasty as can be,
Churn it into butter, make it into cheese,
Freeze it into ice cream or drink it if you please.
Buzz, buzz, busy bee, is your honey sweet?
Yes sir, yes sir, sweet enough to eat,
Honey on your muffin, honey on your cake,
Honey by the spoonful, as much as I can make.
Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.
Words and music © Jackie Reinach, Childways Music (ASCAP).
Used by permission. All right reserved.
![]() HEY DUM DIDDLEY DUM 1:59
CHORUS:
Hey dum diddley dum,
Hey dum diddley dum,
Hey dum diddley, Hey dum diddley,
Hey dum diddley dum.
C’mon and sing along,
I’ve got the world’s most singable song,
It’s got a hey and a hum and a diddley dum,
And I hope you’ll sing along.
(CHORUS)
It’s a kind of a help-along song,
It can help you out when things go wrong.
When you’re feeling sad, and your day’s gone bad,
Sing, hey dum diddley dum.
(CHORUS twice)
Hey dum diddley, Hey dum diddley,
Hey dum diddley dum.
Marc Stone.
© 1979 Pachyderm Music. Used by permission.
All rights reserved.
Additional lyrics: John Cassidy
![]() OLD CHISHOLM TRAIL 1:27
Well, come along friends, listen to my tale,
I’ll tell you my troubles on the old Chisholm trail.
Come-a ti yi yippy, yippy, yay, yippy yay!
Come-a ti yi yippy, yippy, yay!
On a ten-dollar horse, a forty-dollar saddle,
I started out a-punchin’ those long-horned cattle.
Come-a ti yi yippy, yippy, yay, yippy yay!
Come-a ti yi yippy, yippy, yay!
I’m up in the morning before daylight,
Before I get to sleep the moon’s shining bright.
Come-a ti yi yippy, yippy, yay, yippy yay!
Come-a ti yi yippy, yippy, yay!
It’s bacon and beans ‘most every day,
I’d sooner be eatin’ the prairie hay.
Come-a ti yi yippy, yippy, yay, yippy yay!
Come-a ti yi yippy, yippy, yay!
I’ll sell my outfit as soon as I can,
‘Cause I ain’t punchin’ cattle for no mean boss man.
Come-a ti yi yippy, yippy, yay, yippy yay!
Come-a ti yi yippy, yippy, yay!
With my knees in the saddle, my seat in the sky,
I’ll quit punchin’ cattle in the sweet by an’ by.
Come-a ti yi yippy, yippy, yay, yippy yay!
Come-a ti yi yippy, yippy, yay!
Come-a ti yi yippy, yippy, yay, yippy yay!
Come-a ti yi yippy, yippy, yay!
Traditional. Adapted by Nancy Cassidy © 1988.
![]() MY DOG RAGS 1:35
I have a dog, his name is Rags,
He eats so much his tummy sags,
His ears flip flop, his tail wig wags,
And when he walks, he walks zig zag.
CHORUS:
He goes flip flop, wig wag, zig zag,
He goes flip flop, wig wag, zig zag,
He goes flip flop, wig wag, zig zag,
I love Rags and he loves me!
My dog Rags he loves to play,
He rolls around in the mud all day,
I whistle, he won’t obey,
He always runs the other way.
(CHORUS twice)
Elizabeth Deutsch & Evelyn Atwater © 1954.
© 1959 Sing ‘n Do Co., Inc. Renewed 1982 by
Elizabeth Deutsch (ASCAP). Used by permission.
All rights reserved.
![]() HEAD AND SHOULDERS 1:47
Head and shoulders, knees and toes,
knees and toes.
Head and shoulders, knees and toes,
knees and toes,
And eyes and ears and mouth and nose,
Head and shoulders, knees and toes,
knees and toes.
Ankles, elbows, feet and seat, feet and seat.
Ankles, elbows, feet and seat, feet and seat,
And hair and hips and chin and cheeks,
Ankles, elbows, feet and seat, feet and seat.
(Repeat first verse, then second verse, then first verse again.)
Traditional. Adapted by Nancy Cassidy © 1988.
Additional lyrics: Nancy & John Cas sidy
![]() ROCKIN’ ROBIN 1:35
He rocks in the treetops all day long,
Hoppin’ and a-boppin’ and singin’ his song.
All the little birdies on J-Bird Street,
Love to hear the robin go tweet, tweet, tweet.
CHORUS:
Rockin’ robin tweet, tweet, tweet,
Rockin’ robin tweet, tweedly-dee,
Go rockin’ robin, we’re really gonna rock tonight.
Every little swallow, every chickadee,
Every little bird in the tall oak tree.
The wise old owl, the big black crow,
Flappin’ their wings singin’, go bird, go.
(CHORUS)
The pretty little raven and the red-rock hen,
Talkin’ how the robin was boppin’ again.
He started goin’ steady and “bless my soul,”
He bopped out the buzzard and the oriole.
He rocks in the treetops all day long,
Hoppin’ and a-boppin’ and singin’ his song.
All the little birdies on J-Bird Street,
Love to hear the robin go tweet, tweet tweet.
(CHORUS)
Go rockin’ robin, we’re really gonna rock tonight.
Traditional. Adapted by Nancy Cassidy © 1988.
![]() MAIL MYSELF TO YOU 1:17
I’m gonna wrap myself in paper,
I’m gonna daub myself with glue,
Stick some stamps on top of my head,
I’m gonna mail myself to you.
Well, I’m gonna tie me up in a red string,
I’m gonna tie blue ribbons too,
I’m gonna climb up in my mailbox,
I’m gonna mail myself to you.
When you see me in your mailbox,
Cut the string and let me out,
Wash the glue off of my fingers,
Stick some bubble gum in my mouth.
Take me out of my wrapping paper,
Wash the stamps off my head,
Pour me full of ice cream sodies,
Put me in my nice warm bed.
(Repeat first verse.)
Words and music by Woody Guthrie. TRO — © Copyright 1962
(Renewed) 1963 (Renewed) Ludlow Music, Inc., New York, NY.
Used by permission.
![]() MRS. MURPHY'S CHOWDER 1:53
Won’t you bring back, won’t you bring back,
Mrs. Murphy’s chowder?
It was tuneful, ev’ry spoonful, made you yodel louder.
After dinner Uncle Ben used to fill his fountain pen,
From a bowl of Mrs. Murphy’s chowder.
CHORUS:
There was ice cream, cold cream, benzine, gasoline,
Soup beans, string beans, floatin’ all around.
Sponge cake, beef steak, mistake, stomach ache,
Cream puffs, ear muffs, many to be found.
Silk hats, door mats, bed slats, Democrats,
Cow bells, door bells, beckon you to dine.
Meat balls, fish balls, moth balls, cannon balls.
Come on in, the chowder’s fine!
(CHORUS)
Oh, won’t you bring back, won’t you bring back, Mrs. Murphy’s chowder?
It was tuneful, ev’ry spoonful, made you yodel louder.
If they had it where you are, you might find a motor car,
In a bowl of Mrs. Murphy’s chowder.
(CHORUS)
Traditional. Adapted by Nancy Cassidy © 1988.
![]() HE'S GOT THE WHOLE WORLD IN HIS HANDS 1:54
He’s got the whole world in his hands,
He’s got the whole world in his hands,
He’s got the whole world in his hands,
He’s got the whole world in his hands.
He’s got my brothers and my sisters in his hands,
He’s got my brothers and my sisters in his hands,
He’s got my brothers and my sisters in his hands,
He’s got the whole world in his hands.
He’s got the sun and the rain in his hands,
He’s got the moon and the stars in his hands,
He’s got the wind and the clouds in his hands,
He’s got the whole world in his hands.
He’s got the rivers and the mountains in his hands,
He’s got the oceans and the seas in his hands,
He’s got you and he’s got me in his hands,
He’s got the whole world in his hands.
He’s got everybody here in his hands,
He’s got everybody there in his hands,
He’s got everybody everywhere in his hands,
He’s got the whole world in his hands.
(Repeat first verse.)
Traditional. Adapted by Nancy Cassidy © 1988.
Additional lyrics: Nancy Cassidy
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