C O L L E C T I O N V O L U M E X I X Reproducible Song Sheets For more information about the Sentimental Sing-Along Collection SENTIMENTAL PRODUCTIONS P.O. Box 14716 Cincinnati, OH 45250 1-800-762-0338
220 PACK UP YOUR TROUBLES IN YOUR OLD KIT BAG Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag, And smile, smile, smile. While you ve a Lucifer to light your cig, 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. 221 BY THE BEAUTIFUL SEA By the sea, by the sea, By the beautiful sea, You and I, you and I, Oh how happy we ll be. When each wave comes a rolling in We will duck or swim And we ll float and fool around the water. Over and under and then up for air, Pa is rich, Ma is rich, So now what do we care? I love to be beside your side, Beside the sea, beside the seaside, By the beautiful sea. 222 VOLUME XIX: Songs from Far Away & Long Ago HOW YA GONNA KEEP EM DOWN ON THE FARM, away from Broadway; Jazzin a roun and paintin the town? away from harm? That s a mystery They ll never want to see rake or plow, and who the deuce can parleyvous a cow., away from Broadway; Jazzin a roun and paintin the town? away from harm? That s a mystery; Imagine Reuben when he meets his pa, he ll kiss his cheek and holler oo-la-la! 223 IT S A LONG LONG WAY TO TIPPERARY It 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. Goodbye Piccadilly, Farewell Leicester Square, It s a long, long way to Tipperary, But my heart s right there 224 I M ALWAYS CHASIN RAINBOWS I m always chasing rainbows, Watching clouds drifting by. My schemes are just like all my dreams, Ending in the sky. Some fellows look and find the sunshine, I always look and find the rain. Some fellows make a winning sometime, I never even make a gain. Believe me, I m always chasing rainbows, Waiting to find a little bluebird in vain.
VOLUME XIX: Songs from Far Away & Long Ago 225 M-O-T-H-E-R M is for the million things she gave me, O means only that she s growing old, T is for the tears were shed to save me, H is for her heart of purest gold, E is for her eyes with love-light shining, R means right and right she ll always be, Put them all together, they spell Mother, A word that means the world to me. M is for the mercy she possesses, O means that I owe her all I own, T is for her tender sweet caresses, H is for her hands that made a home, E means everything she s done to help me, R is real and regular you see, Put them all together, they spell Mother, A word that means the world to me. 226 CHICAGO (THAT TODDLIN TOWN) Chicago, Chicago, that toddlin town. Chicago, Chicago, I will show you around. Bet your bottom dollar you lose the blues in Chicago, Chicago, The town that Billy Sunday couldn t shut down. On State Street, that great street, I just want to say They do things They don t do on Broadway. They have the time, the time of their life. I saw a man, he danced with his wife in Chicago, Chicago my hometown. 227 IRELAND MUST BE HEAVEN 1) I ve often heard my daddy speak of Ireland s lakes and dells. The place must be like heaven, If it s half like what he tells. There s roses fair and shamrocks there And laughing waters flow. I have never seen that Isle of Green, But there s one thing, sure I know. Ireland must be heaven For an angel came from there. I never knew a living soul one half as sweet or fair. For her eyes are like the starlight, and the white clouds match her hair. Sure Ireland must be heaven for my mother came from there. 2) I ve pictured in my fondest dreams Old Ireland s vales and rills. I see a stairway to the sky, formed by her verdant hills. Each wave that s in the ocean blue Just loves to hug the shore. So, if Ireland isn t heaven, Then sure, it must be right next door. 228 LOCH LOMOND 1) 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 wont to gae On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. O, ye ll take the high road And I ll take the low road, And I ll be in Scotland afore ye, For me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. (continued on next page)
2) Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen On the steep, steep sides of Ben Lomond. Where deep purple hue, the highland hills we view and the moon comin out in the gloamin 3) The wee birdies sing and the wildflowers spring, and in sunshine the waters are sleeping, The broken heart will ken, no second spring again and the world does not know how we re greeted. 229 VOLUME XIX: Songs from Far Away & Long Ago BOTANY BAY 1) Farewell to old England forever, farewell to my rum culls as well. Farewell to the well known Old Bailee where I used for to cut such a swell. Singing too-ral li-oo-ral li-ad-di-ty, singing too-ral li-oo-ral li-ay. Singing too-ral li-oo-ral li-ad-di-ty, singing too-ral li-oo-ral li-ay. 2) There s the captain as is our commander, there s the bo sun and all the ship s crew. There s the first and second class passengers, knows what we poor convicts go through. 3) For seven long years I ll be staying here, For seven long years and a day. For meeting a cove in an area and taking his ticker away. 4) Oh, had I the wings of a turtle dove! I d soar on my pinions so high. Slap bang to the arms of my Polly love, and in her sweet presence I d die. 5) Now, all my young Dookies and Duchesses, take warning from what I ve to say. Mind all is your own as you touchesses, Or you ll find us in Botany Bay. 230 PUT ON YOUR OLD GREY BONNET 1) On the old farm house veranda there sat Silas and Miranda, thinking of the days gone by. Said he Dearie don t be weary, you were always bright and cheery, but a tear, dear, dims your eye. Said she They re the tears of gladness Silas, they re not tears of sadness. It is fifty years to today since we were wed. Then the old man s dim eyes brighten d, and his stern old heart it lighten d, as he turn d to her and said: Put on your old grey bonnet With the blue ribbon on it, While I hitch old Dobbin to the shay And through the fields of clover we ll drive up to Dover on our golden wedding day. 2) It was in the same old bonnet with the same blue ribbon on it, Iin the old shay, by his side, That he drove her up to Dover thro the same old fields of clover to become his happy bride. The birds were sweetly singing and the same old bells were ringing as they pass d the quaint old church where they were wed. And that night when stars were gleaming, the old couple lay a dreaming dreaming of the words he said: (continued on next page)
VOLUME XIX: Songs from Far Away & Long Ago Put on your old grey bonnet With the blue ribbon on it, While I hitch old Dobbin to the shay And through the fields of clover we ll drive up to Dover on our golden wedding day. THERE S A LONG, 230 LONG TRAIL 1) Nights are growing very lonely, days are very long; I m a-growing weary only, list ning for your song. Old remembrances are thronging, through my memory. Till it seems the world is full of dreams, just to call you back to me. There s a long, long trail a winding into the land of my dreams, Where the nightingales are singing and a white moon beams. There s a long, long night of waiting until my dreams all come true; Till the day when I ll be going down that long, long trail with you. 2)All night long I hear you calling, calling sweet and low; Seem to hear your footsteps falling, everywhere I go. Though the road between us stretches, many a weary mile. I forget, that you re not with me yet when I think I see you smile...