- Contributed by
- CSV Media NI
- People in story:
- U3A Singing Group Medley
- Location of story:
- N. Ireland
- Background to story:
- Civilian
- Article ID:
- A6963159
- Contributed on:
- 14 November 2005
This story is by U3A Singing Group Medley, and has been added to the site with their permission. The author fully understands the site's terms and conditions. The story was collected by Joyce Gibson, transcribed by Elizabeth Lamont and added to the site by Bruce Logan.
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Roll out the barrel. Weāll have a barrel of fun
Roll out the barrel. Weāve got the blues on the run.
Sing! Boom! Tararrel! Ring out a song of good cheer.
Nowās the time to roll the barrel, for the gangās all here.
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run.
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, goes the farmerās gun
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run.
Donāt give the farmer his fun, fun, fun.
Heāll get by without his rabbit pie,
So run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run.
Weāre gonna hang out our washing or the Siegfried Line.
Have you any dirty washing, mother dear?
Weāre gonna hang out our washing on the Siegfried Line,
āCos the washing day is here.
Whether the weather may be wet or fine,
Weāll just rub along without a care.
Weāre gonna hang out our washing on the Siegfried Line,
If the Siegfried Lineās still there.
Kiss me goodnight, Sergeant Major. Tuck me in my little wooden bed
We all love you, Sergeant Major, when we hear you bawling: āShow a leg!ā
Donāt forget to wake me in the morning,
And bring me round a nice hot cup of tea.
Kiss me good night, Sergeant major. Sergeant Major, be a mother to me.
Bless āem all! Bless āem all! The long and the short and the tall.
Bless all the sergeants and double-u oh ones,
Bless all the corpārals and their blinkinā sons,
āCos weāre saying goodbye to them all, as back to their billets they crawl.
Youāll get no promotion this side of the ocean
So cheer up, my lads, bless āem all!
Iāll be seeing you in all the old familiar places
That my heart and mind embraces all day through
In that small cafƩ, the park across the way,
The childrenās carousel, the chestnut trees, the wishing well.
Iāll be seeing you in every lovely summerās day,
In everything thatās light and gay, Iāll always think of you that way.
Iāll find you in the morning sun. And when the night is new,
Iāll be looking at the moon, but Iāll be seeing you.
The other night, dear, as I lay dreaming, I dreamt that you were by my side.
Came disillusion when I awoke, dear. You were gone, and then I cried.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You make me happy when skies are grey.
Youāll never know, dear, how much I love you.
Please donāt take my sunshine away.
Iāve got sixpence, jolly, jolly sixpence.
Iāve got sixpence to last me all my life
Iāve got tuppence to spend and tuppence to lend
And tuppence to send unto my wife.
No cares have I to grieve me, no pretty little girl to deceive me.
Iām as happy as a king, believe me, as I go rolling home.
Rolling home, rolling home, as I go rolling home.
Iām as happy as a king, believe me, as I go rolling home.
Hey! Little hen! When, when, when will you lay me an egg for my tea?
Hey! Little hen! When, when, when will you try to supply one for me?
Get into your nest, do your little best. Get it off your chest. I can do the rest.
Hey! Little hen! When, when, when, will you lay me an egg for my tea?
Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey.
A kiddley divey too. Wouldnāt you? Yes!
Mairzydoats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey.
A kiddley divey too. Wouldnāt you?
If the words sound queer, and funny to your ear, a little bit jumbled and jivey.
Sing: āMares eat oats and does eat oats, and little lambs eat ivyā Oh!
Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey.
A kiddley divey too. Wouldnāt you ā oo?
A kiddley divey too. Wouldnāt you?
Thereāll be bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover,
Tomorrow, just you wait and see.
Thereāll be love and laughter and peace ever after,
Tomorrow, when the world is free.
The shepherd will tend his sheep; the valley will bloom again,
And Jimmy will go to sleep in his own little room again
Thereāll be bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover,
Tomorrow, just you wait and see.
Weāll meet again. Donāt know where, donāt know when,
But I know weāll meet again some sunny day.
Keep smiling through, just like you always do,
Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away.
So will you please say hello to the folks that I know
Tell them I wonāt be long
Theyāll be happy to know that, as you saw me go,
I was singing this song.
Weāll meet again. Donāt know where, donāt know when,
But I know weāll meet again some sunny day.
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