The Kingston Trio Album

Dave Guard

One, two, and three jolly coachmen sat at an English tavern. Three jolly coachmen sat at an English tavern,
And they decided, and they decided, and they decided to have another flagon.

Landlord, fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over. (Repeat)
For tonight we merr-I be, (Repeat twice)
Tomorrow we'll be sober. (What!)

Here's to the man who drinks dark ale and goes to bed quite mellow! (Repeat)
He lives as he ought to live (Repeat twice)
He'll die a jolly good fellow! (Ha! Ha! Ha!)

Here's to the man who drinks water pure and goes to bed quite sober. (Repeat)
He falls as the leaves do fall, (Repeat twice)
He'll die before October! (Ho! Ho! Ho!)

Here's to the maid who steals a kiss and runs to tell her mother. (Repeat)
She's a foolish, foolish thing. (Repeat twice)
For she'll not get another. (Pity!)

Here's to the maid who steals a kiss and stays to steal another. (Repeat)
She's a boon to all man kind. (Repeat twice)
For soon she'll be a mother!

Paul Campbell/Tom Geraci

Oo - 'round the bay of Mexico. Way up, Suzianna! Mexico is the place I belong in. 'Round the bay of Mexico.

Wind from the East and it's blowin' strong. Way up, Suzianna!
Looks like a hurricane comin' along, well, 'round the bay of Mexico.
Wind will blow and that rain will pour. Way up, Suzianna!
Better get the sugar boats up on the shore, now, 'round the bay of Mexico.

Why those young gals love me so? Way up, Suzianna!
'Cause I don't tell ev'rything that I know. 'Round the bay of Mexico.
When I was a young man and in my prime. Way up, Suzianna!
Court those young girls ten at a time, boys. 'Round the bay of Mexico.

Nassau girls ain't got no comb. Way up, Suzianna!
Comb their hair with a whipper back bone. 'Round the bay of Mexico.
When I leave the sea, I'll settle down. Way up, Suzianna!
With a big, fat mama from Bimini town. 'Round the bay of Mexico.
'Round the bay of Mexico. Oo--

Dave Guard

Banua, Banua, banua, oh! Banua, Banua, baby, I don't know. (Hit it!) ( Once again!)(Repeat)

Won't you come to me, baby? Won't you bring me my bail?
For a drink and a fight on a Saturday night, they put down in the Banua jail.

(Chorus)

I didn't mean to be fightin' and bringin' you all of this shame,
But the tongue of Jonathan Brighton was scandalizin' your name.

(Chorus)

This Banua jail is cold and damp. The rats, they cover the floor.
Just ten and three will set me free and I'll be yours forever more. (Soft!)

(Chorus)

Banua!

(Spoken recitation over musical accompaniment)
Throughout history, there have been many songs written about the eternal triangle. This next one tells the story of Mister Grayson, a beautiful woman, and a condemned man named Tom Dooley. When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley must hang.

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Poor boy, you're bound to die.

I met her on the mountain. There I took her life. Met her on the mountain. Stabbed her with my knife.

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Poor boy, you're bound to die.

This time tomorrow. Reckon where I'll be. Hadn't-a been for Grayson, I'd-a been in Tennessee.

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Poor boy, you're bound to die.

This time tomorrow. Reckon where I'll be. Down in some lonesome valley hangin' from a white oak tree.

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Poor boy, you're bound to die.

Terry Gilkyson

As I listen for the whistle, lie awake and wait. Wish the railroad didn't run so near,
'Cause the rattle and clatter of that old fast freight keeps a-makin' music in my ear. Go bum again. Go bum again. Oo-

Chorus:
Hear the whistle blow. Hear the whistle blow. Clickety clack, clickety clack. The wheels are saying to the railroad track.
Well, if you go, you can't come back. If you go, you can't come back. If you go, you can't come back.

Well, I wouldn't give a nickel for the bum I use to be, work as hard as any man in town.
I got a purty gal. She thinks the world of me. Man would be a fool to let her down. Go bum again. Go bum again. Oo-

(Chorus)

So ev'ry night I listen, wonder if it's late. In my dreams I'm ridin' on that train.
I feel my pulse a-beatin' with that old fast freight and thank the Lord I'm just a bum again. Go bum again. Go bum again. Oo-

(Chorus)

Woody Guthrie

Chorus:
Well, it's hard. Ain't it hard? Ain't it hard (oh, yes) to love one who never
did love you.
Well, it's hard. Ain't it hard? Ain't it hard, great God, to love one who never
will be true?

Well, there is a house in this old town. That's where my true love lays around.
She sits down upon another's knee (do tell) and tells him what she never will
tell me.

(Chorus)

The first time I seen my true love she was a-standin' by my door,
And the last time I seen her false-hearted smile, she was dead on that bar room
floor! (Poor girl!)

(Chorus)

Well, who's gonna kiss your ruby lips? (Not you, sweetie!) Who's gonna hold
your little hand? (Hand?)
Who's gonna do, well, you know what, when I'm down in that promised land? (I
will!)

(Chorus)

Well, don't go drinkin' and gamblin'. Don't go there your sorrows for to drown.
This hard liquor place is a low-down disgrace. It's the meanest damn place in
this town!

(Chorus)

Louis Gottlieb

Rock-a-bout, rock-a-bout, rock-a-bout.

Chorus:
Come on and rock-about my Saro Jane. (Repeat)
Oh, there's nothing to do but to sit down and sing and rock-about my Saro Jane.

I've got a wife and five little children. Believe I'll take a trip on the big Macmillan. Oh, Saro Jane.
A guy like me don't have no home. I make my livin' on my shoulder bone. Oh, Sara Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane.

(Chorus)

Woke up this mornin' feeling mighty mean, thinkin' 'bout my good gal in New Orleans. Oh, Saro Jane.
Fireman, keep those boilers hot. I want to reach town by six o'clock. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane.

(Chorus)

Back's getting' tired and shoulder's gettin' sore. Each sack is bigger than the one before. Oh, Saro Jane.
A rock in my stomach and a watchin' my head. Gettin' superstitious 'bout my pork and bread. Oh, Saro Jane. Oh, Saro Jane.

(Chorus)

Lee Hays/Carl Sandburg

We come on the sloop John B, my grandfather and me. Around Nassau town we did roam.
Drinkin' all night. Got into a fight. Well, I feel so break up, I want to go home. (I want to go home. So now,)

Chorus:
Hoist up the John B's sails. See how the main sails set. Call for the captain ashore, let me go home. (Let me go home.)
Let me go home. (I want to go home.) I want to go home. (Why don't you let me go home?)
Well, I feel so break up, I want to go home. (I want to go home.)

First mate, he got drunk. Broke up the people's trunk. Constable had to come and take him away.
Sheriff John Stone (Sheriff John Stone), why don't you leave me alone? (Why don't you leave me alone?)
Well, I feel so break up, I want to go home. (I want to go home. So, now)

(Chorus)

Well, the poor cook he caught the fits. Throw away all of my grits. Then he took and he ate up all of my corn.
Let me go home. (I want to go home.) I want to go home. (Why don't you let me go home?)
This is the worst trip since I've been born. (Since I have been born. So, now)

(Chorus)

Hoist up the John B's sails. (John B. sails) See how the main sails set. (Main sails set.)
Call for the captain ashore, let me go home. (Let me go home.)
Let me go home. (I want to go home.) I want to go home. (Why don't you let me go home?)
Well, I feel so break up, I want to go home. (I want to go home.)

Dave Guard

Ooo, Ooo, we're sailin' 'cross the river from Liverpool, heave away, Santy Anno.
Around Cape Horn to 'Frisco Bay, 'way out in Californio.

Chorus:
So, heave her up and away we'll go. Heave away, Santy Anno. Heave her up and away we'll go. 'Way out in Californio.

There's plenty of gold, so I've been told. Heave away, Santy Anno. Heave her up and away we'll go. 'Way out in Californio.

(Chorus)

Well, back in the days of forty-nine. Heave away, Santy Anno. Back in the days of the good old times. Way out in Californio.

(Chorus)

Ahh, Ahh. Ooo. Ooo.

Scotch and Soda
Mud in yer eye
Baby do I feel high oh me oh my
Do I feel high

Dry martini
Jigger of gin
Oh what a spell you've got me in, oh my
Do I feel high

People won't believe me
They'll think that I'm just braggin'
But I could feel the way I do
And still be on the wagon

All I need is one of your smiles
Sunshine of your eye oh me oh my
Do I feel higher than a kite can fly
Give me lovin' baby I feel high

People won't believe me
They'll think that I'm just braggin'
But I could feel the way I do
And still be on the wagon

All I need is one of your smiles
Sunshine of your eye oh me oh my
Do I feel higher than a kite can fly
Give me lovin' baby I feel high

Dave Guard

(Guitar intro.) Cha! Cha!

Chile verde me pediste. Chile verde te dare. Vama nos para la huer ta con al la te lo cortare.(Tell them what it means then)
"You want green peppers? (Si!) I'll give you green peppers. Come out to the garden." ("Coplas!")

Chorus:
Lai, lai, lai, lai, hum de lai, lai, lai, hum de lai, lai, lai, lai. Lai, lai, lai, hum de lai, lai, lai, hum de lai, lai, lai

Dice que los de fu casa. Ninguno me puede ver. Diles que no basta el agua que al cabo lahan do beber.
"Tell your parents not to muddy the water around us." ("Porque?") "They may have to drink it soon!" ("Coplas!")

(Chorus)

La mula que yo mente la monto hoy mi compadre. Eso a mi no me importa pues yo la mon te primero. ("Oivey!")
"Ah, so! You are surprised I speak your language. You see, I was educated in your country? at U. C. R. A." ("Coplas!")

(Chorus)

La noche que me case. No pudde dormirme un rato. Por estar toda la noche corriendos detras de un gato. (Meow!)
Me dejiste que fue un gato. Que entro por tu balcon. Yo no visto gato prieto con sombrero y pantalon!
"On my wedding night, I did not sleep a wink. ("Porque?")I spent the whole night chasing a cat that had come in over the balcony?. (Meow!) wearing a sombrero and long pants!" ("Coplas!")

(Chorus)

Dave Guard

Chorus:
Oh, well, yonder stands little Maggie with a dram glass in her hand. She drinkin' away her troubles, oh, Lord,
And foolin' another man.

How could I ever stand it, just to see them two blue eyes. They shine just like the diamonds, like the diamonds in the sky.

Pretty flowers were made for bloomin'. Pretty stars were made to shine. Pretty girls were made for boys to love.
Surely Maggie was made for mine.

(Chorus)

Well, they marched me down to the station with my suitcase in my hand. I'm going away for to leave you, my love.
Goin' to a far distant land.

Oh, well, sometimes I have a nickel (oh, Lord) and sometimes I have a dime and sometimes I have ten dollars (oh, Lord)
Just to pay little Maggie's fine.

(Chorus)