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NANCY CASSIDY'S
KidsSongs 2

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She'll Be Coming Round the Mountain | Soundclip
Sandwiches
Rig-a-Jig-Jig
Fooba Wooba John
The Desperado
The Bus Song | Soundclip
Lavender's Blue | Soundclip
There's a Little Wheel A-Turning
Ol' Texas
Ghost Riders in the Sky
Michael, Row the Boat Ashore
La Bamba | Soundclip
Boom, Boom, Ain't It Great to be Crazy
Cluck, Cluck, Red Hen
Hey Dum Diddley Dum
The Old Chisholm Trail
My Dog Rags
Head and Shoulders
Rockin' Robin
Mail Myself to You
Mrs. Murphy's Chowder
He's Got the Whole World in His Hands

SHE'LL BE COMING
ROUND THE MOUNTAIN

She'll becoming 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 6 white horses when she comes
(whoa back),
She'll be driving 6 white horses when she comes
(whoa back),
She'll be driving 6 white horses,
She'll be driving 6 white horses,
She'll be driving 6 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 will have to sleep with Grandma,
She will have to sleep with Grandma when she comes
(snee snore, scratch scratch, hi babe, whoa back,
toot, toot.)

TRADITIONAL

SANDWICHES

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 roaming and a rambling and a wandering 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 Oueen,
I swear she was the grandest lady that I've ever seen,
I told her she was beautiful and could not ask for more,
She handed me a sandwich
      and she 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.
I like sandwiches, how about you?

(CHORUS)

BOB KING
©1980 Armchair Publications
Used by permission. All rights reserved

RIG A JIG JIG

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)

Additional lyrics N. CASSIDY

FOOBA-WOOBA JOHN

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.
Saws 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, tooba-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.

TRADITIONAL

THE DESPERADO

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 everywhere he went he gave his BIG whoop-Hey!

He was a desperado from the wild and woolly West,
But evry 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 everywhere he went he gave his BIG whoop-Hey!

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 everywhere they'd go the peopled 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)

Additional lyrics N. CASSIDY

THE BUS SONG

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, "Clunk, 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.

TRADITIONAL

LAVENDER'S BLUE

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

THERE'S A LITTLE WHEEL
      A-TURNING IN MY HEART

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.

Additional lyrics N. CASSIDY

OL' TEXAS

I'm gonna leave ol' Texas now,
They've got no use for the long-horned cow.
They've plowed and fenced my cattle range,
And the people there are all so strange.

I'll take my horse, I'll take my rope,
And hit the trail upon a lope;
I'll bid Adios to the Alamo,
And turn my head toward Mexico.

TRADITIONAL

NANCY CASSIDY'S
KidsSongs 2

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Lyrics, Chords & Soundclips

She'll Be Coming Round the Mountain | Soundclip
Sandwiches
Rig-a-Jig-Jig
Fooba Wooba John
The Desperado
The Bus Song | Soundclip
Lavender's Blue
| Soundclip
There's a Little Wheel A-Turning
Ol' Texas
Ghost Riders in the Sky
Michael, Row the Boat Ashore
La Bamba | Soundclip
Boom, Boom, Ain't It Great to be Crazy
Cluck, Cluck, Red Hen
Hey Dum Diddley Dum
The Old Chisholm Trail
My Dog Rags
Head and Shoulders
Rockin' Robin
Mail Myself to You
Mrs. Murphy's Chowder
He's Got the Whole World in His Hands

GHOST RIDERS IN THE SKY
      (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 got '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-ridin' 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.

WORDS AND MUSIC BY STAN JONES
©1949 EDWIN H. MORRIS & COMPANY, A Division of MPL Communications, 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

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 warms the soill, hallelujah.
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah;
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah.

TRADITIONAL
Verse 1: CODY CASSIDY

LA BAMBA

Samba bamba, bamba bamba, bamba bamba,
Para bailer la bamba, para bailar la bamba
Se necesita una poca de gracia,
Una poca de gracia, y otra cosita,
Arriba arriba, y arriba arriba,
      arriba ire porti sere, porti sere.

Samba bamba, bamba bamba, bamba bamba,
Lets 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.)

Samba bamba, bamba bamba. bamba bamba,
Softer and softer-bamba Ia bamba- bambal

TRADITIONAL
English Lyrics N. CASSIDY

BOOM, BOOM, AIN'T IT GREAT
     TO BE CRAZY

CHORUS:
Boom, Boom ain't it great to be crazy,
Boom, Boom ain't 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 his 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)

TRADITIONAL; 2ND VERSE J. CASSIDY

CLUCK, CLUCK, RED HEN

Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes sire, yes sir, three bags full,
One for your sweater and one for your rug,
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.

JACKIE REINACH
©Childways Music. Used by Permission. All Rights Reserved.

HEY DUM DIDDLEY DUM

CHORUS:
Hey dum diddley dum,
Hey dum diddley dum,
Hey dum diddley, Hey dum diddley,
Hey dum didd]ey 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 kind of a help-along song,
It can help you Out when things go wrong.
When you're feeling sad, when your day's gone bad,
Hey dum diddley dum.

(CHORUS)

MARC STONE
Additional lyrics J. CASSIDY
©Pachyderm Music. Used by Permission. All Rights Reserved.

OLD CHISHOLM TRAIL

Well, come along friends, list0en 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, yay1

It's bacon and beans 'most every day,
I'd sooner be a-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 just 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, yay1

TRADITIONAL

NANCY CASSIDY'S
KidsSongs 2

Available as Cassette or CD.
To order, send email inquiry.
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Lyrics, Chords & Soundclips

She'll Be Coming Round the Mountain | Soundclip
Sandwiches
Rig-a-Jig-Jig
Fooba Wooba John
The Desperado
The Bus Song | Soundclip
Lavender's Blue
| Soundclip
There's a Little Wheel A-Turning
Ol' Texas
Ghost Riders in the Sky
Michael, Row the Boat Ashore
La Bamba | Soundclip
Boom, Boom, Ain't It Great to be Crazy
Cluck, Cluck, Red Hen
Hey Dum Diddley Dum
The Old Chisholm Trail
My Dog Rags
Head and Shoulders
Rockin' Robin
Mail Myself to You
Mrs. Murphy's Chowder
He's Got the Whole World in His Hands

MY DOG RAGS

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

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 love 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)

ELIZABETH DEUTSCH
EVELYN ATWATER
SING 'N DO CO., INC
©1954 Elizabeth Deutsch & Evelyn Atwater.
©1954 Sing 'n Do Co., Inc.
Renewed 1982 by Elizabeth Deutsch (ASCAP).
Used by Permission. All Rights Reserved.

HEAD AND SHOULDERS

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, and feet and seat;
Hair and hips and chin and cheeks,
Ankles, elbows, feet and seat, feet and seat.

Additional lyrics: NANCY & JOHN CASSIDY

ROCKIN' ROBIN

He rocks in the treetops all day long,
Hoppin and a-boppin and a-singin his song.
All the little birdies on i-Bird Street,
Love to hear the robin go tweet, tweet, tweet.

CHORUS:
Rockin' robin (tweet, tweet, tweet)~
Rockin' robin (tweet, tweedle-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 out-bopped the buzzard and oriole.

(CHORUS)

He rocks in the treetops all day long,
Hoppin' and a-boppin' and a-singin' his song.
All the little birdies on i-Bird Street,
Love to hear the robin go tweet, tweet, tweet.

(CHORUS)

Go rockin' robin, we're really gonna rock tonight.

J. THOMAS
© 1958 Recordo Music. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

MAIL MYSELF TO YOU

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.

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 of my head,
Pour me full of ice cream sodies,
Put me in my nice warm bed.

(Repeat first verse.)

W000Y OUTHRIE
©1962 and 1963 by Ludlow Music Inc. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

MRS. MURPHY'S CHOWDER

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, floating 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)

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
Arrangment: N. CASSIDY

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 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.

TRADITIONAL
Additional lyrics N. CASSIDY