Posts Tagged ‘sound file’

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Auld Lang Syne / lyrics wav mp3 video

December 30, 2009

Our old friend Bobbob_dylan_image Dylan has cited Scottish poet and songwriter, Robert Burns,robert20burns41 as his major influence.

The Lychen singers, give us a lusty rendering of the most famous song in the world – Auld Lang Syne…  written by Robert Burns. Why is it the most famous song in the world? Because on Millenium Night, Year 2000, it was sung, nation by nation, all the way across the planet, in a massive, twelve hour Mexican wave. When will that happen again? And, yes, I am totally biased.

 

Scotland featuring Alan Mars, Harriet Anderson and the ancient Lychen swamp people!

AULD LANG SYNE

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!

Chorus: For auld lang syne, my jo,
For auld lang syne, We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne.

And surely you’ll be your pint stoup,
And surely I’ll be mine,
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne!

Chorus

We twa hae ran about the braes,
And pou’d the gowans fine,
But we’ve wander’d monie a weary fit
Sin’ auld lang syne.

Chorus

We twa hae paidl’d in the burn
Frae morning sun til dine,
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin’ auld lang syne.

Chorus

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gie’s a hand o’ thine,
And we’ll tak a right gude willie waught
For auld lang syne!

Chorus

Meaning of unusual words:
Auld lang syne = Old long since (old time’s sake)
jo = dear
stoup = tankard
gowans = daisies
braid = broad
Gude willie waught = a friendly drink and blether


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Frère Jacques – lyrics and sound file

June 6, 2009

Frère Jacques – lyrics and sound file

Graham leading us in a rousing and powerful Frere Jaques.

Frere Jaques + Frere Jaques-wav downloadable audio file

Frère Jacques, frère Jacques,
Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?
Sonnez les matines! Sonnez les matines!
Din, dan, don. Din, dan, don.

 

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She is the Belle of Belfast City / I’ll Tell me Ma / lyrics mp3

May 28, 2009

She is the Belle of Belfast City / I’ll Tell me Ma

She is the Belle of Belfast City mp3

Tell my ma when I go home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone,
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
But that’s all right ’till I go home.

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city,
She is courting, one two three
Please won’t you tell me who is she?

 Albert Mooney says he loves her,
All the boys are fighting for her,
Knock on the door and they ring the bell
Oh my true love, are you well?

Here she comes, as white as snow,
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
Old Johnny Mary she says she’ll die
If she doesn’t get the boy with the roving eye.

Tell my ma when I go home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone,
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
But that’s all right ’till I go home.

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city,
She is courting, one two three
Please won’t you tell me who is she?

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumbling from the sky
She’s as nice as apple pie
She’ll get her own boy, by and by

When she gets a lad of her own,
She won’t tell her ma ’till she comes home,
Let the boys stay as they will,
For it’s Albert Mooney she loves still.

 Tell my ma when I go home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone,
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
But that’s all right ’till I go home.

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city,
She is courting, one two three
Please won’t you tell me who is she?

 Tell my ma when I go home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone,
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
But that’s all right ’till I go home.

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city,
She is courting, one two three
Please won’t you tell me who is she?

 Tell my ma when I go home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone,
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
But that’s all right ’till I go home.

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city,
She is courting, one two three
Please won’t you tell me who is she?

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Waltzing Matilda – lyrics and sound file

April 1, 2009

Waltzing Matilda

Once a jolly swagman sat beside the billabong,
Under the shade of a coolabah tree,
And he sang as he watched and he waited till his billy boiled
You’ll come a waltzing matilda with me

Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
You’ll come a waltzing matilda with me
And he sang as he watched and he waited till his billy boiled
You’ll come a waltzing matilda with me.

Down came a jumbuck to drink beside the billabong
Up jumped the swagman and seized him with glee
And he sang as he tucked jumbuck in his tucker-bag
You’ll come a waltzing matilda with me

Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
You’ll come a waltzing matilda with me
And he sang as he watched and he waited till his billy boiled
You’ll come a waltzing matilda with me.

Down came the stockman, riding on his thoroughbred,
Down came the troopers, one, two, three.
“Where’s the jolly jumbuck you’ve got in your tucker-bag?
You’ll come a waltzing matilda with me

Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
You’ll come a waltzing matilda with me
And he sang as he watched and he waited till his billy boiled
You’ll come a waltzing matilda with me.

Up jumped the swagman and plunged into the billabong,
“You’ll never catch me alive,” cried he
And his ghost may be heard as you ride beside the billabong,
You’ll come a waltzing matilda with me.

Glen tells and sings us the true story of Waltzing Matilda
Download 50meg wav file here:-“australia-waltzing-matilda“ – might take a bit of time.
http://www.glennbswift.com/alexander/about.html

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No More Double-Bunking. New Zealand folk song lyrics & sound file

March 31, 2009

No More Double-Bunking

I heard this sad song-oh
In the Orongorongo:
“There’ll be no more double-bunking, double-bunking for me.”
I said to the vocalist,
“Oh, why do you so insist,
‘There’ll be no more double-bunking, double-bunking for me’?”

There’ll be no more double-bunking,
Double-bunking, double-bunking.
No more double-bunking, double-bunking for me.

He said, “I’ve had a gutsful
Of tramps where the hut’s full.
There’ll be no more double-bunking, double-bunking for me.
I’ve weakened and lost weight.
I’m nervously prostrate.
There’ll be no more double-bunking, double-bunking for me.”

My tongue’s covered with fur too,
And I can’t eat my burgoo.
There’ll be no more double-bunking, double-bunking for me
I’m washed out like a dish rag,
And, I’ve ruptured my sleeping bag.
There’ll be no more double-bunking, double-bunking for me.

Louise sings No More Double Bunking – does that sound a bit racey or what? You be the judge!

Download 20meg wav file here:- “new-zealand-no-more-double-bunking“ – Everyone sounds in fine voice as usual.