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THE ASH GROVE
Down yonder green valley, where streamlets meander
Where twilight is fading, I pensively rove
For at the bright noontide in solitude wander
Amidst the dark shades of the lonely ash grove

Tis there where the blackbird is cheerfully singing
Each warbler enchants with his notes from a tree
O then little think I of sorrow or sadness
The ash grove enchanting spells beauty for me
THE ASH GROVE

This is one of my top 5 all time favorite songs so I'm taking the liberty of posting the more complete version

The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly 'tis speaking
The harp thro' it playing has language for me
Whenever the light through its branches is breaking
A host of kind faces is gazing on me.

The friends of my childhood again are before me
Each step wakes a mem'ry as freely I roam
With soft whispers laden its leaves rustle o'er me
The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home.

Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander When twilight is fading, I pensively rove
Or at the bright moontide in solitude wander
Amid the dark shades of the lonely ash grove.

'Tis there where the blackbird is cheerfully singing
Each warbler enchants with his notes from a tree
Ah then little think I of sorrow or sadness
The ash grove entrancing spells beauty for me.

My laughter is over, my step loses lightness
Old countryside measures steal soft on my ears
I only remember the past and its brightness
The dear ones I mourn for again gather here.

From out of the shadows their loving looks greet me
And wistfully searching the leafy green dome
I find other faces fond bending to greet me
The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home

BABY OWLET
Baby owlet, purple owlet
Singing as dawn shines above.
Won't you lend me your swift pinion
Won't you lend me your swift pinion
Won't you lend me your swift pinion
That I may fly to my love.
Tetra coo coo coo
Tetra coo coo coo
Tetra coo coo coo
Baby owlet, poor little owlet.
He is tired from crying so.
If I were a baby owlet
I would never steal away.
If I were a baby owlet
I would never steal away.
Till my wings were strong and steady
Till my wings were strong and steady
Till my wings were strong and steady
Safe within my nest I'd stay.
Safe within my nest I'd stay.
Tetra coo coo coo
Tetra coo coo coo
Tetra coo coo coo
Baby owlet poor litle owlet
He is tired from crying so.
The Happy Wanderer

I love to go a-wandering,
Along the mountain trail,
And as I go, I love to sing,
My knapsack on my back.
Val-der-ri, val-der-ra.
Val-der-ri, val-der-ra ra ra ra ra ra. . .
Val-der-ri, val-der-ra.
My knapsack on my back.

LILLY OF THE VALLEY

Lilly, Lilly of the Valley
Lilly, Lilly let's be palsy
Heads up, keep your eyes on the road
Left foot, right foot
Back one, two three, four.

This is sung over and over and as sung there is walk/dance steps to go along with it

TODAY

Today while the blossoms
still cling to the vine
I'll taste your strawberreis,
I'll drink your sweet wine
A million tomorrows shall all pass away
Ere I forget all the j oy that is mine today.

I'll be a dandy, and I'll be a rover
You'll know who I am by the songs that I sing
I'll feast at your table, I'll dance in your clover
Who cares what tomorrow may bring.

Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine
I'll taste your strawberries,
I'll drink your sweet wine
A million tomorrows shall all pass away
Ere I forget all the joy that is mine today.

I can't be contented with yesterdays story
I can't live on promises winter to spring
Today is my hour and now is my glory
Who cares what tomorrow may bring.

Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine
I'll taste your strawberries,
I'll drink your sweet wine
A million tomorrws shall all pass away
Ere I forget all the love that is mine today.

MORNING COMES EARLY

Morning comes early and bright with dew
Under your window I sing to you
Up then my comrade. Up then my comrade,
Up then my comrade
The light shines in.
Why do you linger so long in bed?
Open the window and pop out your head

{Please, help us with the the lyrics}

MORNING COMES EARLY
Another, albeit incomplete, version:

 

Morning comes early, and bright with dew.
Under your window, I sing to you.
Up then, my comrade, up then my comrade!
Let us be greeting the morn so new.

Brightly, oh brightly, the sun shines down.
Over green meadows and pastures brown.
Clean blades are flashing, swinging and slashing,
Lo the tall barley, comes bending low

{Please, help us with the the lyrics}

THE CRUEL WAR
The cruel war is raging
Johnny has to fight
I long to be with him
From morning to night.
I long to be with him
It grieves my heart so
Won't you let me go with you?
No my love, no.
I'll tie back my hair
Mens clothing I'll put on
I'll sit on your doorstep
As you march along.
I'll sit on your doorstep
No one will ever know
Won't you let me go with you?
No, my love , no.
Oh Johnny , Oh Johnny
I fear you are unkind
I love you far better
Than all of mankind.
I love you far better
Than words can ere express
Won't you let me go with you?
Yes, my love, yes.
WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago
Where have all the flowers gone
Gone to children everyone
When will they ever learn
When will they ever learn.

Where have all the children gone, long time passing
Where have all the children gone, long time ago
Where have all the children gone
Gone to soldiers everyone
When will they ever learn
When will they ever learn.

Where have all the soldiers gone, long time passing
Where have all the soldiers gone, long time ago
Where have all the soldiers gone
Gone to graveyards everyone
When will they ever learn When will they ever learn.

Where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing Where have all the graveyards gone, long time ago
Where have all the graveyards gone
Gone to flowers everyone
When will they ever learn When will they ever learn.
TAWANKA
This camp is your camp
This camp is my camp
From Central Valley to the Catskill Mountains
From Silver Lake to the Lower Twin
This camp was made for you and me.

This camp is your camp This camp is my camp
To learn and practice pioneering and nature
To make new friends and keep the old
This camp was made for you and me.

(written by Carol Kintler Bonapace and Janice Tresca while they were senior campers at Tawanka, probably in 64 or 65.)
THE RIDDLE

I gave my love a cherry, that had no stone
I gave my love a chicken, that had no bone
I gave my love a ring, that had no end
I gave my love a baby, with no cryin'

How can there be a cherry, that has no stone
How can there be a chicken, that has no bone
How can there be a ring, that has no end,
How can there be a baby with no cryin'?

A cherry when it's bloomin', it has no stone
A chicken when it's hatchin', it has no bone
A ring when it's rollin', it has no end
A baby when it's sleepin, there's no cryin'

STEWBALL

Oh stewball was a racehorse, and i wish he were mine.
He never drank water, he always drank wine.
His bridle was silver, his mane it was gold.
And the worth of his saddle has never been told.

Oh the fairgrounds were crowded, and stewball was there But the betting was heavy on the bay and the mare.
And a-way up yonder, ahead of them all,
Came a-prancin' and a-dancin' my noble stewball.

I bet on the grey mare, i bet on the bay
If i'd have bet on ol' stewball, i'd be a free man today.

Oh the hoot owl, she hollers, and the turtle dove moans. I'm a poor boy in trouble, i'm a long way from home.
Oh stewball was a racehorse, and i wish he were mine.
He never drank water, he always drank wine


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