WALKING SONGS
Chanson des Pèlerins by J. Claude Bénazet
Tous les matins nous prenons le chemin,
tous les matins nous allons plus loin.
Jour après jour la route nous appelle,
c'est la voix de Compostelle.
Ultreia, Ultreia, et Suseia, Deus, adjuva nos!
Chemin de terre et chemin de foi,
voie millénaire de l'Europe,
la voi lactée de Charlemagne,
c'est le chemin de tous les jacquets.
Ultreia, Ultreia, et Suseia, Deus, adjuva nos!
Et tout là-bas au bout du continent,
messire Jacques nous attend,
depuis toujours son sourire fixe,
le soleil qui meurt au Finistère.
Ultreia, Ultreia, et Suseia, Deus, adjuva nos!
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Sung to the tune of 'We are Working on the Railroad"
We are walking el Camino
all the live long day.
We are walking el Camino
in the wind and sun and rain.
When we get to Santiago
we will hug Saint James
and we'll get the Compostela
to prove we've walked The Way.
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She'll be coming round the mountain
When she comes
She'll be coming round the mountain
When she comes
She'll be coming round the mountain,
She'll be coming round the mountain,
She'll be coming round the mountain
When she comes
She'll be driving six white horses
When she comes
She'll be driving six white horses
When she comes
She'll be driving six white horses,
She'll be driving six white horses,
She'll be driving six white horses
When she comes
Oh, we'll all go out to meet her
When she comes
Oh, we'll all go out to meet her
When she comes
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
She'll be wearing red pajamas
When she comes
She'll be wearing red pajamas
When she comes
She'll be wearing red pajamas,
She'll be wearing red pajamas,
She'll be wearing red pajamas
When she comes
She will have to sleep with Grandma
When she comes
She will have to sleep with Grandma
When she comes
She will have to sleep with Grandma,
She'll have to sleep with Grandma,
She will have to sleep with Grandma
When she comes
Chorus:
Singing yay-yay yippee-yippee yay!
Singing yay-yay yippee-yippee yay!
Singing yay-yay yippee
Singing yay-yay yippee
Singing yay-yay yippee-yippee yay!
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Amazing Grace
Amazing Grace
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now am found
Was blind, but now I see
‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my tears relieved
How precious did
That grace appear, the hour, I first believed
When we’ve been there
Ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun
We’ve no less days, to sing god’s praise
Than when, we first begun
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Blaze Away
We'll make a bonfire of our troubles and we'll watch them blaze away
and when they've all gone up in smoke clouds,
we'll never worry should they come another day
and as the bonfire keeps on burning,
happy days will be returning,
while the band keeps playing
we'll let our troubles blaze away
Here we are, there's work to do,
and don't let troubles trouble you.
Bring them along and we'll burn them up,
bring them along and we'll burn them up ha ha, ha hey
Start and throw them right into the fire
Watch the flames go higher and higher
Blazing away, blazing away, oh, come along bring your worries round today.
We'll make a bonfire of our troubles and we'll watch them blaze away
and when they've all gone up in smoke clouds,
we'll never worry should they come another day
and as the bonfire keeps on burning,
happy days will be returning,
while the band is playing
we'll let our troubles blaze away
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Do Your Ears Hang Low?
Do your ears hang low?
Do they wobble to and fro?
Can you tie them in a knot?
Can you tie them in a bow?
Can you throw them o’er your shoulder like a Continental soldier?
Do your ears hang low?
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Down in the Valley - Full Version
Down in the valley, the valley so low
Hang your head over, hear the winds blow
Hear the winds blow, dear, hear the winds blow
Hang your head over, hear the winds blow
Down in the valley, walking between
Telling our story, here's what it means
Here's what it means, dear, here's what it means
Telling our story, here's what it means
Roses love sunshine, violets love dew
Angels in heaven know I love you
Know I love you, dear, know I love you
Angels in heaven know I love you
Build me a castle forty feet high
So I can see him as he rides by
As he rides by, dear, as he rides by
So I can see him as he rides by
Writing this letter, containing three lines
Answer my question, "Will you be mine?"
"Will you be mine, dear, will you be mine"
Answer my question, "Will you be mine?"
If you don't love me, love whom you please
Throw your arms round me, give my heart ease
Give my heart ease, dear, give my heart ease
Throw your arms round me, give my heart ease
Throw your arms round me, before it's too late
Throw your arms round me, feel my heart break
Feel my heart break, dear, feel my heart break
Throw your arms round me, feel my heart break
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SIDE BY SIDE
Oh! We ain't got a barrel of money
Maybe we're ragged and funny
But we'll travel along
Singing a song, side by side
Don't know what's comin' tomorrow
Maybe it's trouble and sorrow
But we'll travel the road
Sharin' our load, side by side
Through all kinds of weather
What if the sky should fall
As long as we're together
It doesn't matter at all, side by side
When they've all had their quarrels parted
We'll be the same as we started
Just travellin' along, sing a song
Side by side, side by side
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Happy Wanderer
I love to go a-wandering,
Along the mountain track,
And as I go, I love to sing,
My knapsack on my back.
CHORUS:
Val-de-ri, val-de-ra,
Val-de-ri, val-de-ra, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
Val-de-ri, val-de-ra
(repeat last line of previous verse).
I love to wander by the stream,
That dances in the sun,
So joyfully it calls to me,
Come join my happy song.
(CHORUS)
I wave my hand to all I meet,
And they wave back to me,
And the blackbirds call so loud and sweet,
From every greenwood tree.
(CHORUS)
High overhead the skylarks sing,
They never rest at home,
Just like me they laugh and sing,
As o'er the world they roam.
(CHORUS)
Oh, may I go a-wandering
Until the day I die,
Oh, may I always laugh and sing,
Beneath God's clear blue sky,
(CHORUS)
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"lt's a long way to Tipperary
It's a long way to go;
It's a long way to Tipperary
To the sweetest girl I know!
Good-bye, Piccadilly!
Farewell,
Leicester Square
It's a long, long way to Tipperary
But my heart's right there! "
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Pack up Your Troubles
Pack up your troubles
In your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile.
While you've a lucifer
To light your fag.
Smile, boys,
That's the style.
What's the use of worrying,
It never was worth while,
So ---- Pack up your troubles
In your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile.
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By yon bonnie banks,
And by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
Where me and my true love
Were ever want to gae,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
Oh! ye'll take the high road and
I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
But me and my true love
Will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
'Twas then that we parted
In yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond
Where in purple hue
The Highland hills we view,
And the moon coming out in the gloaming.
Oh! ye'll take the high road and
I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
But me and my true love
Will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
The wee birdie sang
And the wild flowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping,
But the broken heart it kens
Nae second Spring again,
Tho' the waeful may cease frae their greeting.
Oh! ye'll take the high road and
I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
But me and my true love
Will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
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There is a Tavern in the Town
There is a tavern in the town, in the town
And there my true love sits him down, sits him down,
And drinks his wine as merry as can be,
And never, never thinks of me.
cho: Fare thee well, for I must leave thee,
Do not let this parting grieve thee,
And remember that the best of friends
Must part, must part.
Adieu, adieu kind friends, yes, adieu
I can no longer stay with you, stay with you,
I'll hang my harp on the weeping willow tree,
And may the world go well with thee.
He left me for a damsel dark, damsel dark,
Each Friday night they used to spark,
Used to spark,
And now my love who once was true to me
Takes this dark damsel on his knee.
And now I see him nevermore, nevermore;
He never knocks upon my door, on my door;
Oh, woe is me; he pinned a little note,
And these were all the words he wrote:
Oh, dig my grave both wide and deep, wide and deep;
Put tombstones at my head and feet, head and feet
And on my breast you may carve a turtle dove,
To signify I died of love.
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Michael row the boat ashore
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah
Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah
The river is deep and the river is wide, hallelujah
Green pastures on the other side, hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah
Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah
Jordan's river is chilly and cold, hallelujah
Chills the body but not the soul, hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah
Sister help to trim the sail, 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
Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah
Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah
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El Camino de Santiago 
We meet different pilgrims everyday
No bagpipes to meet us, no cheering, no medal
Caught a bus to Fistera - the end of the world
