Contents

Michael Row Your Boat Ashore
The More We Get Together
Mother - In - Law
Muffin Man
My Brother Bill
My Countey, 'Tis of Thee
My Duty is to Love
The Men from Nirobi
The Men from the Congo
The M.T.A.
MacTacish is Dead
Mama Don't Allow

Michael Row Your Boat Ashore

CH: Michael row your boat ashore, Hallelujah.
Michael row your boat ashore, Hallelujah.

1. Sister help to trim the sails, Hallelujah.
Sister help to trim the sails, Hallelujah.
2. River Jordan is chilly and cold, Hallelujah.
Chills the body, but not the soul, Hallelujah.
3. River Jorday is deep and wide, Hallelujah.
Milk and honey on the other side, Hallelujah.
4. Brother lend a helping hand, Hallelujah.
Brother lend a helping hand, Hallelujah.

The More We Get Together

The more we get together, together, together,
The more we get together, the happier we’ll be.
For your friends are my friends,
And my friends are your friends,
The more we get together, the happier we’ll be.

Mother - In - Law

My mother - in - law, she is dead,
Hum - de - de - de - de - de.
She got caught in a folding bed,
Hum - de - de - de - de - de.
Ever since my mother - in - law’s been dead,
People have come to me,
Wanting to buy that bed.
For they all have mother - in laws you see,
Oh, Hum - de - de - de - de - de.
Hum - de - de - de - de.
Hum - de - de - de - de - de.

Muffin Man

Oh, do you know the muffin main,
the muffin man, the muffin man?
Oh, do you know the muffin man,
who lives on Cherry Lane?

Oh, yess I know the muffin man,
the muffin man, the muffin man?
Oh, yess I know the muffin man,
who lives on Cherry Lane.

We all know the muffin man,
the muffin man, the muffin man.
We all know the muffin man,
who lives on Cherry Lane.

My Brother Bill

My brother Bill is a fireman bold
He puts out fires.
He went to a fire last night I’m told
‘Cause he puts out fires.
The fire lit some dynamite,
Which blew poor Bill right out of sight,
But where he’s gone he’ll be all right,
‘Cause he puts out fires,

My Country, 'Tis of Thee

My country 'tis of thee,
God bless America, land that I love,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride
From every mountain side,
Let freedom ring.

My Duty is to Love

CH: On my honor I will try.
There's a duty to be done,
And I say aye.
There's a reason here for a reason above
My honor is to try,
And my duty is to love.

1. People don't need to know my name.
If I've done any harm, then I'm to blame.
If I've helped another, then I've helped me.
I've opened up my eyes to see.

2. I've tucked away a song or two,
When you're feeling low there's one for you.
If you need a friend then I will come,
And there's many more where I come from.

3. Come with me where a fire burns bright.
We can even see better in a candle's light.
And we find more meaning in a campfire glow,
Then we'd ever leadn in a year or so.

4. We've made a promise to always keep.
And pray "Softly Falls" before we sleep.
We'll be Scouts toghther and when we're gone,
We'll still be truing and singing this song.

The Men from Nirobi

1. We're the men from Nirobi, and our team's a good one,
We play the Watusi, they're seven feet tall.
The cannibals may eat us, but they'll never beat us,
'Cause we're the Nirobi, the beat of them all.

CH: Singing...
Ungawa, Ungawa, Ungawa, Ungawa,
Ungawa, Ungawa, Ungawa, Wa!

2. They sent fifteen men down from Killemenjaro,
But they didn't have what it takes! What it TAkes!
We took all our players out into the jungle,
And left them tied up for the snakes! Poor Snakes!

3. The men from Dark Canyon know our team's a good one,
We played them round this time last year, Last Year!
Their number one player was disqualified,
When he fell on a Nirobi spear.
What a Shaft! Get the Point! That's Sharp!!

The Men from the Congo

Oh, we're from the Congo. Our team is a good one.
We play the Swahili. We're three feet tall.
The cannibals won't eat us, 'cause they'll never see us,
'Cause we're from the Congo, and we're on the ball.

The M.T.A.

1. Let me tell you all a story aout a man named Charlie
On a tragic and fateful day,
He put ten cents in hes pocket,
Kissed his wife and family,
Went to ride on the M.T.A.

CH: Well, did he ever return? No! he never returned,
And his fate is still unlearned (what a pity),
He may ride forever /neath the strets of Boston,
He's the man who never returned.

2. Charlie handed in his dime at the Kendall Street Station
In exchange for Jamaica Plain,
When he got there the conductor told him,
"One more nickel,"
Charlie couldn't get off of that train.

3. All night long Charlie rides through the station
Crying "what will become of me?"
How can I afford to see
My sister in Chelsea
Or my cousin in Roxbury?"

4. Charlie's wife goes down to the Scully Square Station
Every day at a quarter part two.
And through the open window
She hands Charlie a sandwich
As the train goes rumblin' through.

5. Oh, ye citizens of Boston, don't you think it a scandal
How the people have to pay and pay?
Fight the fare increase,
Vote for George o'Brien!
And get Charlie off the M.T.A.

MacTavish is Dead

MacTavish is dead and his brother don't know it,
His brother is dead and MacTavish don't know it,
They are both of them dead, and they're in the same bed,
But they neither of them know that the other is dead.

Mama Don't Allow

1. Mama don't allow no guitar playing here,
Mama don't allow no guitar playing here,
I don't care what Mama don't allow, I'll play my guitar anyhow,
Mama don't allow no guitar playing here.

2. Mama don't allow no campfire singing here,...
I don't care what Mama don't allow, I'll keep on singing anyhow, ...

3. Mama don't allow no banjo picking here, ...
I don't care what Mama don't allow, I'll pick my banjo anyhow, ...

4. Mama don't allow no folk songs here, ...
I don't care what Mama don't allow, I'll sing those folk songs anyhow, ...

5. Mama don't allow no tent pitching here, ...
I don't care what Mama don't allow, I'll pitch my tent anyhow, ...

6. Mama don't allow no jazz band playing here, ...
I don't care what Mama don't allow, I'll play that jazz music anyhow, ...

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