Handsome Molly From Grayson and Whitter. Key of G
Wish I was in London,
Or some other seaport town;
I'd set my foot in a steamboat,
I'd sail the ocean 'round.
While sailing around the ocean,
While sailing around the sea,
I'd think of handsome Molly
Wherever she might be.
(Course I would!)
She rode to church a-Sunday,
She passed me on by;
I saw her mind was changing
By the roving of her eye.
(Handsome Molly! Oh you little Molly!)
Don't you remember, Molly,
When you gave me your right hand?
You said if you ever marry
That I'd be the man.
Now you've broke your promise,
Go home with who you please,
While my poor heart is aching
You're lying at your ease.
Hair was black as a raven,
Her eyes was black as coal,
Her cheeks was like lilies
Out in the morning grown.
(Prettiest woman in the world!
Handsome Molly!
Little Molly darling!)
Happy Land From: Tom, Brad and Alice
There is a happy land
Far far away
Where saints in glory stand
Bright bright as day
chorus:
Oh to hear the angels sing
Glory to the Lord our King
Loud let His praises ring
Praise praise for aye
Come to that happy land
Come come away
Why will ye doubting stand
Why still delay
chorus:
Oh we shall happy be
When from sin and sorrow free
Lord we shall live with Thee
Blest blest for aye
Bright in that happy land
Beams every eye
Kept by the Father's hand
Love cannot die
chorus:
Oh then to glory run
Be a crown and kingdom won
And bright above the sun
We reign for aye
There is a happy land
Far far away
Where saints in glory stand
Bright bright as day
repeat first chorus
repeat first chorus
Hard Times Stephen Foster Key: F
1. Let us pause in life's pleasures and count it's ma-ny tears,
While we all sup sorrow with the poor:
There's a song that will lin-ger forever in our ears,
Oh! Hard Times come a-gain no more.
Chorus:
'Tis the song, the sigh of the wea-ry;
"Hard Times, Hard Times come again no more;
Many days you have linger'd a-round my cabin door,
Oh! Hard Times come a-gain no more.
2. While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay,
There are frail forms faint-ing at the door:
Though their voi-ces are silent, their plead-ing looks will say,
Oh! Hard Times come a-gain no more.
3. There's a pale drooping mai-den who toils her life a-way,
With a worn heart whose bet-ter days are o'er:
Though her voice would be mer-ry, 'tis sigh-ing all the day,
Oh! Hard Times come a-gain no more.
4. 'Tis a sigh that is waft-ed across the troubled wave,
'Tis a wail that is heard up-on the shore;
'Tis a dirge that is murmured a -round the lone-ly grave,
Oh! Hard Times come again no more.
Hell Amongst the Yearlings Seven foot Dilly and the Dill Pickles
Dilly. Break out your dinner boys
DP. Ma- an I done eat so much now I’m bout to bust
Dilly. Well Just bring your chairs and lets go out in the yard where it’s cool, and have some music. What do you say?
DP. Fine
Dilly. Alright, let’s play Hell amongst the Yearlings
DP Bust Down
Hog Eye Popes Arkansas Mountaineers. Key of A
Chicken in the bread tray, pecking that dough (or kicking up dough)
Sally will your dog bit, no sir no
(then straight into)
Chorus 1: Sallys in the garden, sifting, sifting
Sally’s in the garden, sifting sand
Sally’s in the garden, sifting, sifting
Sally’s in the garden sifting sand
Chorus 1: Sally’s in the garden sifting, sifting
Sally’s upstairs with the hogeye man
Sally’s in the garden, sifting, sifting
Sally’s in the garden sifting sand
Chorus 1. Sally’s in the garden sifting, sifting
Sally’s upstairs with the hogeye man
Sally will your dog bite, no sir, no
Daddy cut his biter off a long time ago
Chorus 2 Sally’s in the garden sifting sand
Sally’s upstairs with a hog-eyed man
Hop Along Peter From Old Time String Band Songbook. Key of G.
Old Uncle Peter, He got tight
Started up to heaven on a stormy night
The road being rough and him not well
He lost his way and went to……….
Chorus
Hopalong Peter, where you going?
Hopalong Peter, where you going?
Hopalong Peter, won’t you bear in mind
I ain’t coming back till the gooseberry time
Old mother Hubbard and her dog were Dutch
A bow legged rooster and hobbled on a crutch
Hen chawed tobacco and the duck drank wine
The goose played the fiddle on the pumpkin vine
Chorus
Down in the barnyard playing seven up
The old tom cat and the little yellow pup
The old mother Hubbard, she’s a picking out the fleas
The rooster in the cream jar up to his knees
Chorus
I’ve got a sweet gal this here town
If she weighs an ounce she weighs seven hundred
Every time my sweet girl turns once around
The heel of her shoe makes a hole in the ground
Chorus
Hop High Ladies From: Kenny Hall on Good Friends Good Music, Boys of the Lough TRA 384. Key G
Do you love fried chicken Uncle Joe, Uncle Joe
Do you love fried chicken Uncle Joe, Uncle Joe
Do you love fried chicken Uncle Joe, Uncle Joe
Don’t mind that weather, when the wind don’t blow
If you want to go to heaven, I’ll tell you what to do
Just grease your belly in a mutton stew
Get fried up on devilled ham
And slide right up to the promised land
House Carpenter The From Mudcat Cafe
'Well met, well met, my own true love
And very well met,' said he.
'I have just returned from the salt, salt sea,
And it's all for the sake of thee. '
'I could have married a queen's daughter,
And she would have married me,
But I refused a crown of gold,
And it's all for the sake of thee.'
'If you could have married a queen's daughter,
Then she should have married thee,
For me, young man, you have came too late,
For I've married a house carpenter.'
'If you will leave your house carpenter
And go along with me,
I will take you down where the grass grows green
On the banks of the River Dee.'
'If I were to leave my house carpenter
And go along with thee,
What have you got to maintain a wife
Or to keep her from slavery ?'
'I have seven ships at sea
And seven more in port,
And a hundred and twenty-four jolly, jolly boys,
And they all will wait on thee.
' She called then her two pretty babes
And she kissed them most tenderly,
Saying, 'Stay at home, my two pretty babes'
And bear your own father company.
' She had not sailed on sea two weeks,
I'm sure not sailed on three,
Till here she sat in her new husband's cabin,
Weeping most bitterly.
'Oh, do you weep for gold ?' he said,
'Or do you weep for fear?
Or do you weep for your house carpenter
That you left when you came here ?'
'I do not weep for gold,' she said,
'Nor do I weep for fear,
But I do weep for my two pretty babes
That I left when I came here.
' She had not sailed on sea three weeks,
I'm sure not sailed on four,
Till overboard her fair body she threw _
And her weeping was heard no more.
Her curse did attend a sea sailor's life,
Her curse did attend a sailor's life,
For the robbing of a house carpenter,
And stealing away his wife.
How Can I Miss You, When You won’t Go Away? From Dan Hicks and His Hot Licks. Original Recordings. ERIC BN 26464 Key of A
I’ve talked to your Mother, and I’ve talked to your Dad
They say they’ve tried but it’s all in [D]vain
I’ve begged and I’ve pleaded, I’ve even got mad
Now we must face it, you give me a pain
Chorus:
Oh, How can I miss you when you wont go away
Keep on telling you, day after day
But you wont listen, you always stay and stay
How Can I Miss You, When You won’t Go Away?
How can I miss you, when you wont go away
Your never ending presence, really cramps my style
I dreamed, that it wont always be the same
At first I was attracted, but after a while
Have you ever heard of, a hard to get dame
Chorus
Out of three billion people, why must it be me
Oh why, oh why wont you cut me loose
Just do me a favour, and listen to my plea
I’m not the only chicken on the roost
Chorus
Howling At The Moon comp Peter Rowan. From Peter Rowan on Down Home. CD Lismor. in E.
She put on her red dress, she let her long hair down
She put on her red dress, she let her long hair down
She said goodbye to her husband, she went out to paint the town.
She went out to paint the town.
Daddy oh dear daddy, why’s mamma been gone so long
Daddy oh dear daddy, why’s mamma been gone so long
Hush little darling don’t you cry, Mamma’s learning right from wrong
She’s learning right from wrong
Break
Mommy oh dear Mommy, please don’t stay out all night
Mommy oh dear Mommy, please don’t stay out all night
Me and daddy’s lonely for you, and we want to hold you tight
Yea we want to hold you tight Don’t you cry little darling, your mama be home real soon
Don’t you cry my darling, mama be coming home real soon
She’s painting the town tonight, she’s howling at the moon
She’s howling at the moon.
Break
She went down to the honky tonk, she had two things on her mind
She went down to the honky tonk, she had two things on her mind
One was the man she left at home, the other one was the one she hoped to find
Oh the one she hoped to find She put on her red dress, she let her long hair down
She put on her red dress, she let her long hair down
She said goodbye to her husband, she went out to paint the town.
She’s howling at the moon.
END
Howling at the Moon Intro (on refrain)
Refrain
Howling At The Moon Intro (on refrain)
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How Long From Volo Bogtrotters. Volo Bogtrotters Marimac 9024. Key of D. From Cofer Brothers
Structure. AAB. Sing verse on A1, instrumental A2, sing chorus on B, then instrumental AAB between verses
I got a girl, she’s long and tall
Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall
Chorus:
How long, baby how long
I got a girl, all dressed in red
When she dies, gonna kill me dead
I got a girl, all dressed in blue
When she dies, gonna take me too
I got a girl all dressed in white
When she goes, gonna be alright
There ain’t no use in me working so hard
I got a girl in the rich folks yard
She kills chickens and sends me the head
Thinks I’m working when I’m sleeping in bed
I got a wife and a bulldog too
Wife don’t love me but the bulldog do..
Hungry Hash House From: Charlie Poole
I'm a boarder and I dwell, in that second-class hotel
If I stay here long, I think I'll be insane;
For I lay here on my bunk and I cannot get my trunk
For board I owe would break a millionaire.
Oh they feed on chicken pie, if you eat it you will die
Beef you cannot cut it with a sword;
Oh, the undertakers hang around, for there's work to be found
In that awful hungry hash house where I board.
Oh, they carried me upstairs one night, I had neither gun nor knife
Something they had never done before;
Oh, the fleas held me down while the chinches crept around
In that awful hungry hash house where I board.
Oh, the beefsteak it was rare and the butter had red hair
And the baby had its feet both in the soup;
Oh, the eggs they would not match, if you touched one it would hatch
In that awful hungry hash house where I board.
Repeat last verse