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MEDLEY Sung by: Emma Puterbaugh Medlin Recorded on 5/6/62 Click here to listen to the original recording We'll call all hands up on deck. Hurrah, the wolf is on the hill; I hear him calling still. Well, ain't I glad I got out of the wilderness, Got out of the wilderness, Got out of the wilderness, Got out of the wilderness. Well, ain't I glad I got out of the wilderness. Put me in my little old oaken bucket, The iron bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket That hung in the . . . Little white cot by the mill, Where the water wheel is heard all the day. Back to childhood my thoughts will return, Though my heart may be low (?). And I hear the children calling; I see their sad tears falling. My heart turns back to Dixie, And we must hale. Columbia, happy band, Yankee Doodle hand in hand. Three cheers for the red, white, and blue. Three cheers for the red, white, and blue. The army and navy forever, Three cheers for the red, white, and Bluebeard was a soldier; His hair was jet white black. He dressed in regimentals With a knapsack on his back . . . He was a jolly fellow; Of gold there was no lack. He dressed in regimentals With a knapsack on his back. I say, don't come to town A-riding on your pony. Stick a feather in your hat And call him maca . . . Come with me, come with me, To my home down by the sea. Row, brothers, row. Row, brothers, row. |
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