Pack Up Your Troubles
Words: George Asaf
Music: Felix Powell
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 worthwhile, so
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag,
And smile, smile, smile.
It's a Long Way to Tipperary
Words and Music: Jack Judge and Harry Williams
It's a long way to Tipperrary, It's a long way to go;
It's a long way to Tipperary To the sweetest girl I know!
Goodbye Piccadilly, Farewell, Leiscester Square,
It's a long, long way to Tipperary, But my heart's right there!
Alexander's Ragtime Band
Words and Music: Irving Berlin
Oh, ma honey, oh, ma honey, better hurry and let's meander.
Ain't you goin', ain't you goin', to the leader man,
ragged meter man?
Oh, ma honey, oh, ma honey, let me take you to
Alexander's grand-stand brass band.
Ain't you comin' along?
Come on and hear, come on and hear Alexander's ragtime band.
Come on and hear, come on and hear, it's the best band in the land.
They can play a bugle call like you never heard before,
so natural that you want to go to war.
That's just the bestest band what am, honey lamb.
Come on along, come on along, let me take you by the hand.
Up to the man, up to the man who's the leader of the band.
And if you care to hear the Swanee River played in ragtime,
Come on and hear. Come on and hear, Alexander's ragtime band.
Keep the Home Fires Burning
(Till the Boys Come Home)
Words: Lena Guilbert Ford
Music: Ivor Novello
Keep the Homes fires burning
While your hearts are yearning,
Though your lads are far away
They dream of home,
There's a silver lining
Through the dark clouds shining,
Turn the dark clouds inside out,
Till the boys come Home.
A Bicycle Built For Two
Words and Music: Henry Dacre (1892)
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do.
I'm half crazy all for the love of you.
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage;
But you'll look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built
for two.
Henry, Henry, this is my answer true:
I'm not crazy over the likes of you.
If you can't afford a carriage,
Forget about the marriage;
I won't be jammed,
I won't be crammed
On a bicycle built for two.
Un Canadien errant
Folklore canadien
Un canadien errant, banni de ses foyers (bis)
Parcourait en pleurant des pays étrangers. (bis)
Un jour triste et pensif, assis au bord des flots (bis)
Au courant fugitif il adressa ces mots. (bis)
Si tu vois mon pays, mon pays malheureux, (bis)
Va, dire à mes amis que je me souviens d'eux. (bis)
O jours si pleins d'appas vous êtes disparus (bis)
Et ma patrie, hélas! Je ne la verrai plus! (bis)
Non, mais en expirant, O mon cher Canada (bis)
Vive la canadienne!
Marche régimentale du Royal 22e
régiment
Vive la Canadienne, Vole, mon coeur, vole,
Vive la Canadienne, et ses jolis yeux doux.
Et ses jolis yeux doux, doux, doux,
Et ses jolis yeux doux.
Et ses jolis yeux doux, doux, doux,
Et ses jolis yeux doux.
Vive la Canadienne, vole, mon coeur, vole,
Vive la Canadienne, et ses jolis yeux doux.
On danse avec nos blondes, vole, mon coeur, vole,
On danse avec nos blondes;
Nous changeons tours à tours.
Nous changeons tours à tours, tours, tours.
Nous changeons tours à tours.
Nous changeons tours à tours, tours, tours.
Nous changeons tours à tours.
On danse avec nos blondes, vole, mon coeur, vole,
On danse avec nos blondes;
Nous changeons tours à tours.
Vive la Canadienne, Vole, mon coeur, vole,
Vive la Canadienne, et ses jolis yeux doux.
Et ses jolis yeux doux, doux, doux,
Et ses jolis yeux doux.
Et ses jolis yeux doux, doux, doux,
Et ses jolis yeux doux.
Vive la Canadienne, vole, mon coeur, vole,
Vive la Canadienne, et ses jolis yeux doux.
Partons la mer est belle
Folklore acadien
Amis, partons sans bruit;
La pêche sera bonne,
La lune qui rayonne
Éclairera la nuit.
Il faut qu'avant l'aurore
Nous soyons de retour,
Pour sommeiller encore
Avant qu'il soit grand jour.
(refrain)
Partons, la mer est belle;
Embarquons-nous, pêcheurs,
Guidons notre nacelle,
Ramons avec ardeur.
Aux mâtissons les voiles,
Le ciel est pur et beau;
Je vois briller l'étoile
Qui guide les matelots!
Ainsi chantait mon père,
Lors qu'il quitta le port,
Il ne s'attendait guère
À y trouver la mort.
Par les vents, par l'orage,
Il fut surpris soudain;
Et d'un cruel naufrage
Il subit le destin. (refrain)
Je n'ai plus que ma mère,
Qui ne possède rien,
Elle est dans la misère
Je suis son seul soutien.
Ramons, ramons bien vite,
Je l'aperçois là-bas;
Je la vois qui m'invite
En me tendant les bras. (refrain)
REMEMBRANCE DAY -
(from "Into the Fire" A&M 1987)
Bryan Adams
For our king and our country, and the promise of glory
We came from Kingston and Brighton to fight on the front lines
Just lads from the farms and boys from the cities
Not meant to be soldiers, we lay in the trenches
We'd face the fighting with a smile ... or so we said
If only we had known what danger lay ahead
The sky turned to grey as we went into battle
On the fields of Europe young men were fallin'
I'll be back for you someday - it won't be long
If I can just hold on `til the bloody war is over
The guns will be silent - on Remembrance Day
There'll be no more fighting - on Remembrance Day
By October of `18 Cambrai had fallen
Soon the war would be over and we'd be returning
Don't forget me while I'm gone far away
Well, it won't be long `til I'm back there in your arms again
The guns will be silent - on Remembrance Day
There'll be no more fighting - on Remembrance Day
One day soon I don't know when
You know we'll all be free and the bells of peace will ring again
The time will come for you and me
We'll be going home when this bloody war has ended
The guns will be silent - on Remembrance Day
We'll all say a prayer - on Remembrance Day
... on Remembrance Day ...
... say a little prayer ...
... on Remembrance Day ...
Well, the guns will be silent
There'll be no more fighting
We'll lay down our weapons
On Remembrance Day
... on Remembrance Day ...
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