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Oh, when the saints go marching in,
Oh, when the saints go marching in,
Oh, Lord, I want to be in that number,
When the saints go marching in.

Oh, when the sun refuses to shine,
Oh, when the sun refuses to shine,
Oh, Lord, I want to be in the number,
When the sun refuses to shine.

Oh, when the dead in Christ shall rise,
Oh, when the dead in Christ shall rise,
Oh, I want to be in that number,
When the dead in Christ shall rise.

Our paddles clean and bright,
Flashing like silver.
Swift as the wild goose flight,
Dip, dip and swing.

Dip, dip and swing them back,
Flashing like silver.
Swift as the wild goose flight,
Dip, dip and swing.

Under the spreading chestnut tree.
I’m as happy as can be.
With my sweetie on my knee.
Under the spreading chestnut tree.

Prologue:

These are the times that try men’s souls. In the course of our nation’s history the people of Boston have rallied bravely whenever the rights of men have been threatened. Today, a new crisis has arisen. The Metropolitan Transit Authority, better know as the MTA, is attempting to levy a burdensome tax on the population in the form of a subway fare increase. Citizens, hear me out. This could happen to you!!!

Song:

Well, let me tell you the story of a man named Charlie
On a tragic and fateful day
He put ten cents in his pocket, kissed his wife and family
Went to ride on the MTA

CHORUS

          Well did he ever return, no he never returned
          And his fate is still unlearned (what a pity)
          He may ride forever ’neath the streets of Boston
          He’s the man who never returned

Charlie handed in his dime at the Kendall Square station
And he changed for Jamaica Plain
When he got there, the conductor told him, “One more nickle!”
Charlie couldn’t get off of that train.

CHORUS (poor old Charlie)

Now all night long Charlie rides through the station
Crying, “What will become of me?”
“How can I afford to see my sister in Chelsea?”
“Or my cousin in Roxbury?“

CHORUS (shame and scandal)

Charlie’s wife goes down to the Scollay Square station
Every day at quarter past two
And through the open window she hands Charlie a sandwich
As the train comes rumblin’ through

CHORUS (he may ride forever)

Now you citizens of Boston don’t you think it’s a scandal
How the people have to pay and pay
Fight the fare increase, vote for George O’Brian!
Get poor Charlie off the MTA!!!

Or else he’ll never return, no he’ll never return
And his fate is still unlearned (just like always)
He may ride forever ’neath the streets of Boston
He’s the man who never returned
He’s the man who never returned
He’s the man who never returned

Day is done, gone the sun,
From the lake, from the hills, from the sky.
All is well, safely rest,
God is nigh.

Fading light, dims the sight,
And the star gems the sky, gleaming bright.
From above, drawing nigh,
Falls the night.

Thanks and praise for our days,
’neath the sun, ’neath the stars, ’neath the sky.
As we go, this we know,
God is nigh.

(the story of Taps - The Bugle Call)

Lord said to Noah, “There’s gonna be a floody, floody.”
REPEAT
“Get your children out of the muddy, muddy.”
Children of the Lord.

So, Noah, he built them, he built them an arky, arky.
REPEAT
Made it out of hickory barky, barky.
Children of the Lord.

The animals, they came in, they came in by twosies, twosies.
REPEAT
Elephants and kangaroosies, roosies.
Children of the Lord.

It rained, it rained for forty daysies, daysies.
REPEAT
Almost drove those animals crazy, crazy.
Children of the Lord.

The sun, it came out, and dried up the landy, landy.
REPEAT
Everything was fine and dandy, dandy.
Children of the Lord.

The animals, they came off, they came off by threesies, threesies.
REPEAT
Elephants and chimpanzeesies, zeesies.
Children of the Lord.

So Rise, Shine, give God the glory, glory.
REPEAT
Rise and Shine and give God the glory, glory.
Children of the Lord.

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 through the perilous fight,
O’re the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming.
And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave,
O’ve the land of the free, and the home of the brave?

Kum Ba Yah, my lord, Kum Ba Yah
Kum Ba Yah, my lord, Kum Ba Yah
Kum Ba Yah, my lord, Kum Ba Yah
Oh, lord, Kum Ba Yah

Someone’s crying, my lord, Kum Ba Yah
Someone’s crying, my lord, Kum Ba Yah
Someone’s crying, my lord, Kum Ba Yah
Oh, lord, Kum Ba Yah

Someone’s singing, my lord, Kum Ba Yah
Someone’s singing, my lord, Kum Ba Yah
Someone’s singing, my lord, Kum Ba Yah
Oh, lord, Kum Ba Yah

Someone’s praying, my lord, Kum Ba Yah
Someone’s praying, my lord, Kum Ba Yah
Someone’s praying, my lord, Kum Ba Yah
Oh, lord, Kum Ba Yah

The cutest girl..., I ever saw...,
Was sipping cider through a straw.
The cutest girl I ever saw,
Was sipping cider through a straw.

I asked her if..., she’d show me how...,
To sip some cider through a straw.
I asked her if she’d show me how,
To sip some cider through a straw.

So cheek to cheek..., and jaw to jaw...,
We sipped that cider through a straw.
So cheek to cheek and jaw to jaw,
We sipped that cider through a straw.

Then suddenly..., that straw did slip...,
And I sipped cider through her lips.
Then suddenly that straw did slip,
And I sipped cider through her lips.

The parson sneaked..., through our backyard...,
To sip some cider through a straw.
The parson sneaked through our backyard,
To sip some cider through a straw.

And now I’ve got..., a mother-in-law...,
And sixteen kids to call me "Pa."
And now I’ve got a mother-in-law,
And sixteen kids to call me "Pa."

The moral of..., this little tale...,
Is sip your cider from a pail.
The moral of this little tale,
Is sip your cider from a pail.

John Brown’s Ford had a puncture in its tire,
John Brown’s Ford had a puncture in its tire,
John Brown’s Ford had a puncture in its tire,
And he patched it up with chewing gum.

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