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[Bearbeiten] This land is your land

"This Land Is Your Land" is one of the United States' most famous folk songs, written by Woody Guthrie in 1940. It was originally written in response to Irving Berlin's "God Bless America." Guthrie considered that song unrealistic and complacent, and was tired of hearing Kate Smith sing it on the radio, so he wrote a different song, originally called "God Blessed America for Me." Guthrie varied the lyrics over time, sometimes including more overtly political verses that often do not appear in recordings or publications.

This land is your land, this land is my land

From California to the New York Island

From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters

This land is made for you and me.

As I go walking this ribbon of highway

I see above me the endless skyway

And all around me the wind keeps saying:

This land is made for you and me.

I roam and I ramble and I follow my footsteps

Till I come to the sands of her mineral desert

The mist is lifting and the voice is saying:

This land is made for you and me.

Where the wind is blowing I go a strolling

The wheat field waving and the dust a rolling

The fog is lifting and the wind is saying:

This land is made for you and me.

Nobody living can ever stop me

As I go walking my freedom highway

Nobody living can make me turn back

This land is made for you and me.

In the squares of the city, In the shadow of a steeple;

By the relief office, I'd seen my people.

As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking,

Is this land made for you and me?

As I went walking, I saw a sign there;

And on the sign there, it said, 'No Trespassing.'

But on the other side; it didn't say nothing!

That side was made for you and me.

"This song is Copyrighted in U.S., under Seal of Copyright # 154085, for a period of 28 years, and anybody caught singin’ it without our permission, will be mighty good friends of ourn, cause we don’t give a dern. Publish it. Write it. Sing it. Swing to it. Yodel it. We wrote it, that’s all we wanted to do." Vorlage:PD-US-no-renewal

[Bearbeiten] I wish I was in Dixie's Land

Daniel Decatur Emmett (*1815 – †1904) Vorlage:Notes

I wish I was in de land ob cotton,

Old times dar am not forgotten;

Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.

In Dixie Land whar I was born in,

Early on one frosty mornin,

Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.

(Chorus)

Den I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!

In Dixie Land, I'll took my stand,

To lib an die in Dixie,

Away, Away, Away down south in Dixie,

Away, Away, Away down south in Dixie.

Old Missus marry "Will-de-weaber,"

Willium was a gay deceaber;

Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.

But when he put his arm around'er,

He smilled as fierce as a forty-pound'er,

Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.

(Chorus)

His face was sharp as a butchers cleaber,

But dat did not seem to greab'er;

Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.

Old Missus acted de foolish part,

And died for a man dat broke her heart.

Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.

(Chorus)

Now here's a health to the next old Missus,

And all de galls dat want to kiss us;

Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.

But if you want to drive 'way sorrow,

Come an hear dis song to-morrow.

Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.

(Chorus)

Dar's buck-wheat cakes an 'Ingen' batter,

Makes you fat or a little fatter;

Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.

Den hoe it down an scratch your grabble,

To Dixie land I'm bound to trabble.

Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land.

[Bearbeiten] Polly wolly doodle

Polly Wolly Doodle was introduced by Daniel Decatur Emmett's Virginia Minstrels in the 1840s and is a popular children's song today.Vorlage:Wikipediaref

Oh, I went down South
For to see my Sal
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day
My Sal, she's a spunky gal
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day

Fare thee well, Fare thee well,
Fare thee well my fairy fay
For I'm going to Lou'siana For to see my Susyanna
Sing Polly wolly doodle all day

Oh, my Sal, she is A maiden fair
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day
With curly eyes And laughing hair
Sing Polly wolly doodle all day

Fare thee well, Fare thee well,
Fare thee well my fairy fay
For I'm going to Lou'siana For to see my Susyanna
Sing Polly wolly doodle all day

Behind the barn, Down on my knees
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day
I thought I heard A chicken sneeze
Sing Polly wolly doodle all day

Fare thee well, Fare thee well,
Fare thee well my fairy fay
For I'm going to Lou'siana For to see my Susyanna
Sing Polly wolly doodle all day

He sneezed so hard With the whooping cough
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day
He sneezed his head And the tail right off
Sing Polly wolly doodle all day

Fare thee well, Fare thee well,
Fare thee well my fairy fay
For I'm going to Lou'siana For to see my Susyanna
Sing Polly wolly doodle all day

Oh, a grasshopper sittin' On a railroad track
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day
A-pickin' his teethlink to a non-NIEHS site
With a carpet tack
Sing Polly wolly doodle all day

Fare thee well,
Fare thee well,
Fare thee well my fairy fay
For I'm going to Lou'siana For to see my Susyanna
Sing Polly wolly doodle all day

Oh, I went to bed But it wasn't any use
Sing Polly wolly doodle all the day
My feet stuck out Like a chicken roost
Sing Polly wolly doodle all day

Fare thee well, Fare thee well,
Fare thee well my fairy fay
For I'm going to Lou'siana For to see my Susyanna
Sing Polly wolly doodle all day

[Bearbeiten] Follow me up to Carlow

author = Patrick Joseph McCall

Lift MacCahir Óg your face, brooding o'er the old disgrace
That black FitzWilliam stormed your place, drove you to the Fern
Grey said victory was sure - Soon the firebrand he'd secure
Until he met at Glenmalure with Fiach MacHugh O'Byrne.

Chorus;

Curse and swear Lord Kildare

Fiach will do what Fiach will dare

Now FitzWilliam, have a care

Fallen is your star low

Up with halberd out with sword

On we'll go for by the lord

Feach MacHugh has given the word,

Follow me up to Carlow!

See the swords of Glen Imall, flashing o'er the English Pale
See all the children of the Gael, beneath O'Byrne's banners
Rooster of a fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock- fly up and teach him manners.

From Tassagart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore
Och, great is Rory Óg O'More, sending the loons to Hades.
White is sick and Lane is fled, now for black FitzWilliam's head
We'll send it over, dripping red, to Queen Liza and the ladies.