Happy Thanksgiving 2013

Give Me Your Tired, Your Poor (the Statue of Liberty Song)

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Lyrics:

Set to music by Mrs. Barbara Silberg, founder and director of the West Los Angeles Chilren's Choir
Lyrics from the inscription on the Statue of Liberty

 

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free;
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless,
Tempest-tossed to me
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame is the imprisoned lightning,
And her name, Mother of Exiles.
From her beacon-hand glows world-wide welcome;
Her mild eyes command the air-bridged harbor
That twin cities frame.
"Keep, Ancient Lands, your storied pomp!"
Cries she with silent lips.
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free;
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless,
Tempest-tossed to me
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

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Taps

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Lyrics:

© Pennsylvania Military College

 

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 a star gems the sky, gleaming bright.
From afar, 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.

Sun has set, shadows come,
Time has fled, Scouts must go to their beds
Always true to the promise that they made.

While the light fades from sight,
And the stars gleaming rays softly send,
To thy hands we our souls, Lord, commend.

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This Land is Your Land

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Lyrics:

Chorus:
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 was made for you and me
As I was walking a ribbon of highway
I saw above me an endless skyway
I saw below me a golden valley
This land was made for you and me
Chorus
I've roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me
Chorus
The sun comes shining as I was strolling
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
This land was made for you and me
Chorus
As I was walkin' - I saw a sign there
And that sign said - no tress passin'
But on the other side .... it didn't say nothin!
Now that side was made for you and me!
Chorus
In the squares of the city - In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office - I see my people
And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin'
If this land's still made for you and me.
Chorus (2x)

words and music by Woody Guthrie
©1956 (renewed 1984), 1958 (renewed 1986) and 1970 TRO-Ludlow Music, Inc. (BMI)  

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Pick A Bale Of Cotton

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Lyrics:

We’re gonna jump down turn around

pick a bale of cotton,

jump down turn around pick a bale a day.

Jump down turn around

pick a bale of cotton,

jump down turn around pick a bale a day.


I’m gonna get on my knees and

pick a bale of cotton,

get on my knees and pick a bale a day.

Get on my knees and

pick a bale of cotton,

get on my knees and pick a bale a day.


I’m gonna jump jump down and

pick a bale of cotton,

Jump jump down and pick a bale a day.

jump jump down and

pick a bale of cotton,

Jump jump down and pick a bale a day.


We’re gonna pick, pick, pick, pick,

pick a bale of cotton,

pick, pick, pick, pick, pick a bale a day.

Pick, pick, pick, pick,

pick a bale of cotton,

pick, pick, pick, pick, pick a bale a day.


We’re gonna jump down turn around

pick a bale of cotton,

jump down turn around pick a bale a day.

Jump down turn around

pick a bale of cotton,

jump down turn around pick a bale a day.


We’re gonna jump down turn around

pick a bale of cotton,

jump down turn around pick a bale a day.


We’re gonna jump down turn around

pick a bale of cotton,

jump down turn around pick a bale a day.

Jump down turn around

pick a bale of cotton,

jump down turn around pick a bale a day.


Well, me and my papy gonna

pick a bale of cotton,

 
me and my papy gonna pick a bale a day.

Me and my papy gonna

pick a bale of cotton,

me and my papy gonna pick a bale a day.


Hey, Lordie pick a bale of cotton,

hey, Lordie pick a bale a day.

Hey, Lordie pick a bale of cotton,

hey, Lordie pick a bale a day.

A little bit of speed.


Hey, Lordie pick a bale of cotton,

hey, Lordie pick a bale a day.

Hey, Lordie pick a bale of cotton,

hey, Lordie pick a bale a day.

And more speed.


Hey, Lordie pick a bale of cotton,

hey, Lordie pick a bale a day.

Hey, Lordie pick a bale of cotton,

hey, Lordie pick a bale a day.


Hey, Lordie pick a bale of cotton,

hey, Lordie pick a bale a day.

Hey, Lordie pick a bale of cotton,

hey, Lordie pick a bale a day.


Hey, Lordie pick a bale of cotton,

hey, Lordie pick a bale a day.

Hey, Lordie pick a bale of cotton,

hey, Lordie pick a bale a day.


Hey, Lordie pick a bale of cotton,

hey, Lordie pick a bale a day.

Hey, Lordie pick a bale of cotton,

hey, Lordie pick a bale a day.


Hey, Lordie pick a bale of cotton,

hey, Lordie pick a bale a day.

Hey, Lordie pick a bale of cotton,

hey, Lordie pick a bale a day.

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My Country, 'Tis of Thee

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Commonly referred to as America
by Rev. Samuel F. Smith - 1832

My country, 'tis of Thee,
Sweet Land of Liberty
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride,
From every mountain side
Let Freedom ring.
My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills,
My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above.
Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet Freedom's song;
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.
Our fathers' God to Thee,
Author of Liberty,
To thee we sing,
Long may our land be bright
With Freedom's holy light,
Protect us by thy might
Great God, our King.
Our glorious Land to-day,
'Neath Education's sway,
Soars upward still.
Its hills of learning fair,
Whose bounties all may share,
Behold them everywhere
On vale and hill!
Thy safeguard, Liberty,
The school shall ever be,
Our Nation's pride!
No tyrant hand shall smite,
While with encircling might
All here are taught the Right
With Truth allied.
Beneath Heaven's gracious will
The stars of progress still
Our course do sway;
In unity sublime
To broader heights we climb,
Triumphant over Time,
God speeds our way!
Grand birthright of our sires,
Our altars and our fires
Keep we still pure!
Our starry flag unfurled,
The hope of all the world,
In peace and light impearled,
God hold secure!

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Dixie

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Lyrics:

by Daniel Decatur Emmett of Mount Vernon, Ohio

 

Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten, (Alt Original: Cinnamon seed and sandy bottom,)
Look away, look away, look away Dixie Land.

In Dixie Land, where I was born in,
early on one frosty mornin',
Look away, look away, look away Dixie Land.

I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie Land I'll take my stand
to live and die in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie.
Away, away, away down south in Dixie

Optional Verses

Ole Missus marry "Will the weaver"
Willum was a gay deceiver
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land

But when he put his arm around 'er,
He smiled fierce as a forty pounder,
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land

His face was sharp as a butcher's cleaver
But that did not seem to grieve 'er
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land

Ole Missus acted the foolish part
And died for a man that broke her heart
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land

Now here's a health to the next ole Missus
An' all the gals that want to kiss us;
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land

But if you want to drive 'way sorrow
Come and hear this song tomorrow
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land

There's buckwheat cakes and Injun batter,
Makes you fat or a little fatter
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land

Then hoe it down and scratch your gravel,
To Dixie's Land I'm bound to travel,
Look away! Look away! Look away!
Dixie Land

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