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Post by Hoosier Hillbilly on Mar 4, 2011 6:18:12 GMT -5
Hi diddle diddle & the cat & the fiddel
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Post by LuLu on Mar 5, 2011 0:39:52 GMT -5
The little dog laughed to see such a sight
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Post by Hoosier Hillbilly on Mar 5, 2011 6:33:57 GMT -5
And the cow jumped over the moon:
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Post by LuLu on Mar 6, 2011 14:03:16 GMT -5
And the dish ran away with the spoon
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Post by Hoosier Hillbilly on Mar 6, 2011 15:57:18 GMT -5
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Post by LuLu on Mar 7, 2011 18:19:11 GMT -5
Down in the valley, valley so low Hang your head over, hear the wind blow Hear the wind blow, dear, hear the wind blow Hang your head over, hear the wind blow.
Roses love sunshine, violets love dew Angels in heaven know I love you Know I love you, dear, know I love you Angels in heaven, know I love you.
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Post by Hoosier Hillbilly on Mar 8, 2011 6:14:44 GMT -5
Honeycomb: it's a darn good life & it's kind of funny
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Post by LuLu on Mar 8, 2011 10:24:57 GMT -5
Happy trails to you, until we meet again. Happy trails to you, keep smilin' until then. Who cares about the clouds when we're together? Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather. Happy trails to you, 'till we meet again.
Some trails are happy ones, Others are blue. It's the way you ride the trail that counts, Here's a happy one for you.
Happy trails to you, until we meet again. Happy trails to you, keep smilin' until then. Who cares about the clouds when we're together? Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather.
Happy trails to you, 'till we meet again.
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Post by Hoosier Hillbilly on Mar 8, 2011 10:32:55 GMT -5
down by the old mill side
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Post by LuLu on Mar 9, 2011 22:08:03 GMT -5
Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, They all began to sing. Now, wasn't that a dainty dish To set before the King?
The King was in his countinghouse, Counting out his money; The Queen was in the parlor Eating bread and honey. The maid was in the garden, Hanging out the clothes. Along there came a big black bird And snipped off her nose!
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Post by Hoosier Hillbilly on Mar 10, 2011 6:07:43 GMT -5
I know I'd go from rags to riches If you would only say you cared And though my pockets may be empty I'd be a millionaire
My clothes may still be torn and tattered But in my heart I'd be a king Your love is all that ever mattered It's everything
So open your arms and you'll open the door To all the treasure that I'm living for Hold me and kiss me and tell me you're mine evermore
Must I forever stay a beggar Whose golden dreams will not come true Or will I go from rags to riches My fate is up to you
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Post by LuLu on Mar 11, 2011 2:07:19 GMT -5
bravo!!! bravo!!!
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Post by LuLu on Mar 11, 2011 19:05:37 GMT -5
Litttle Red Rented Rowboat
Little red rented rowboat
Little red rented rowboat
Not much better than no boat
But at least it will go
When I row row row
At least it will go when I row
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Post by Hoosier Hillbilly on Mar 12, 2011 5:43:47 GMT -5
That one 'i've never heard.
Senimental journey
Gonna take a sentimental journey Gonna set my heart at ease Gonna make a sentimental journey To renew old memories
Got my bag, got my reservation Spent each dime I could afford Like a child in wild anticipation Long to hear that "All aboard!"
Seven - that's the time we leave, at seven I'll be waitin' up for heaven Countin' every mile of railroad track That takes me back
Never thought my heart could be so yearny Why did I decide to roam? Gotta take that sentimental journey Sentimental journey home
That's what 'U' got me on hunt'n for Tru!
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Post by LuLu on Mar 12, 2011 14:08:10 GMT -5
There's a hole in the pumkin
There's a hole in the pumkin This must be Halloween And if it wasn't one thing This Dread would scream I'm telling you something About this system If it ain't one thing Tis eleven others Don't think I'm joking S'not what I'm smoking Just that the money not running Ask Mamas and Papas
Heard a voice saying Dreadlocks, Wha! Whatcha talking bout S'not a fiction it is a fact From the horse's mouth Them elements rockin' Me little boat on the sea Now I catch them playing politics on me
They had me struggling So I started juggling Then them come meddling In I man business A don't want no DoDo Come treat me like yoyo And when me life get soso They run away to Accapulco
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