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ONE TIN SOLDIER
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Listen, children, to a story that was written long ago,
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'Bout a kingdom on a mountain and a valley fold below.
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On a mountain was a treasure buried deep beneath a stone,
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And the valley people swore they'd have it for their very own.
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Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend.
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Do it in the name of Heaven, you can justify it in the end.
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There won't be any trumpets blowin, come the Judgement Day.
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On the bloody morning after, one tin soldier rides away.
So the people of the valley sent a message up the hill,
Asking for the buried treasure, tons of gold for which they'd kill.
Came an answer from the kingdom, "With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain, all the riches buried there."
Now the valley cried with anger, "Mount your horses, draw your swords!"
And they killed the mountain people so they won their just reward.
Now they stood beside the treasure, on the mountain, dark and red.
Turned the stone and looked at it, "Peace on earth" was
all it said.
PUFF THE MAGIC DRAGON
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Puff the Magic dragon lived by the sea
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And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honnilee
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Little Jackie Paper, loved that rascal Puff
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And brought him string and sealing wax and other fancy stuff.
Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail
Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's gigantic tail
Noble kings and princes would bow when 'er they came
Pirate ships let down their flag when Puff roared out his name
A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys
Giant strings and painted wings make way for other toys
One gray night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more
Puff that mighty dragon creased his fearless, mighty roar.
His head was bent in sorrow, green scales feel like rain
Puff no longer came to play along the cherry lane
Without his lifelong friend Puff could not be brave
So Puff that magic dragon sadly slipped into his cafe.
(cry when appropriate)
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MR. BOJANGLES By Jeff Walker
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I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you,
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In worn out shoes.
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With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants,
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The old soft shoe.
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He jumped so high, jumped so high,
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Then he lightly touched down.
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Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles - dance.
I met him in a cell in New Orleans
I was down and out.
He looked at me to be the eyes of age
As he spoke right out.
He talked of life, talked of life
He laughed, slapped his leg a step.
He said his name Bojangles, then he danced a lick
Across his cell.
He grabbed his pants, a better stance, oh, he jumped so high,
And he clicked his heels.
He let go a laugh, let go a laugh,
Shook back his clothes all around.
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bonjangles, Mr. Bojangles - dance.
He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the South.
He spoke with tears of fifteen years, how his dog and he
Traveled about.
Hid dog up and died, he up and died
After twenty years he still grieved.
He said, "I dance not at every chance in honky tonks
For drinks and tips.
But most of the time I spend behind these county bars,"
He said, "I drinks a bit."
He shook his head, and as he shood his head,
I heard someone ask please.
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles - dance.
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AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL (Capo-1) By Katherine Lee Bates
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Oh beautiful for spacious skies,
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For amber waves of grain,
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For purple mountains majesties,
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Above the fruited plain,
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America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
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And crown thy good with brotherhood
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From to sea to shining sea.
Oh beautiful for pilgrim feet,
Whose stern, impassioned stress,
A thoroughfare for freedom beat,
Across the wilderness!
Americal! America! God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!
Oh beautiful for heroes proved,
In liverating strife,
Who more than self their coutry loved,
And mercy more then life!
America! America! May God thy gold refine,
Till all success be nobleness,
And every gain divine!
Oh beautiful for patriot dream,
That sees, beyond the years,
Thine alabaster cities gleam,
Undimmed by human tears,
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
From sea to shining sea.
GOD BLESS AMERICA By Irving Berlin
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God bless America From the mountains, to the prairie
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Land that I love To the oceans white with foam.
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Stand beside her God Bless America
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And guide her My home sweet home.
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Thru the night with God Bless America
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a light from above. My home sweet home.
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BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of
wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible
swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
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Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watchfires of a hundred circling
camps;
They have building Him an altar in the evening dews and
damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring
lamps;
Our God is marching on.
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I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel;
"As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall
deal;
Let the hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
Since God is marching on."
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He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call
retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgement
seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! by jubliant,
my feet!
Our God is marching on.
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In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was born across the
sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me;
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
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THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER By Francis Scott Key
Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous
fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of hte free and home of the brave!
On the shore dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses:
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream;
"Tis the star-spangled banner; oh, long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where is the band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
A home and a country shall leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their fould footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terrors of flight or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Oh, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand,
Between their loved home and wild war's desolation,
Blest with victr'y and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land
Praise the Pow'r that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust!"
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
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YANKEE DOODLE By Richard Schuckburgh
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Father and I went down to camp
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Along with Captain Good'in
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And there we saw the men and boys
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As thick as hasty puddin'.
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Yankee Doodle, Keep it up,
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Yankee Doodle dandy
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Mind the music and the step,
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And with the girls by handy.
Yankee Doodle went to town
Riding on his pony
Stuck a feather in his cap
And called it macaroni.
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DIXIE By Dan D. Emmet
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I wish I was in the land of cotton,
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Old times there are not forgotten;
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Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.
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In Dixieland where I was born in,
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Early on one frosty morin';
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Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.
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Then I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!
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In Dixieland I'll take my stand to live and
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die in Dixie;
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Away, away, away down south in Dixie.
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Away, away, away down south in Dixie.
There's buckwheat cakes and Indian batter.
Makes you fat or a little fatter;
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.
Then hoe it down and scratch your grabble.
To Dixieland I'm bound to travel,
Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixieland.
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