1. Let Bacchus' sons be not dismayed But join with me, each jovial blade Come, drink and sing and lend your aid To help me with the chorus: Chorus: Instead of ...

Airly one morning young William arose. It's off to his comrade's bedchamber he goes, Saying, "Comrade, royal comrade, rise and let no one Know For this is a fi...

The Lakes of Pontchartrain by Harvey Reid (as sung by Martin Simpson ) Through streams and bogs and under bush, I made my weary way, Though windfalls thick and...

You were never any good with money. You couldn't even hold a job, Not steady enough for the office, Not hard enough for the hod. You'd rather be riding your N...