![]() |
Karaoke for Cincinnati Pops OrchestraErich Kunzel - American Folk Sing AlongCincinnati Pops OrchestraErich Kunzel - American Folk Sing Along (09:31) created by markitude
# A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Register in order to contribute under your name »»
Read karaoke FAQ »»
LyricsOn Top of Old Smokey
On top of Old Smokey, All covered with snow, I lost my true lover, For courting too slow.
For courting's a pleasure And parting's a grief, And a false-hearted lover, Is worse than a thief.
A thief will just rob you, And take what you have, But a false-hearted lover, Will lead you to your grave.
The grave will decay you, And turn you to dust, A soul in a hundred A person can trust.
My Darling Clementine
In a cavern, in a canyon, Excavating for a mine, Dwelt a miner, forty-niner, And his daughter Clementine.
Light she was, and like a fairy, And her shoes were number nine, Herring boxes without topses, Sandals were for Clementine.
Oh my darling, oh my darling, Oh my darling Clementine You are lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Drove she ducklings to the water Ev'ry morning just at nine, Hit her foot against a splinter, Fell into the foaming brine.
5. Ruby lips above the water, Blowing bubbles soft and fine, As for me I was no swimmer, So I lost my Clementine.
Oh my darling, oh my darling, Oh my darling Clementine You are lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Coming Around the Mountain She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes She'll be coming round the mountain, she'll be coming round the mountain, She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes
She'll be driving six white horses when she comes She'll be driving six white horses when she comes She'll be driving six white horses, she'll be driving six white horses, She'll be driving six white horses when she comes
Oh, we'll all go out to meet her when she comes Oh, we'll all go out to meet her when she comes
Oh, we'll all go out to meet her, we'll all go out to meet her, We'll all go out to meet her when she comes
Little Brown Jug Ha, ha, ha, you and me, Little brown jug, don't I love thee! Ha, ha, ha, you and me, Little brown jug, don't I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, you and me, Little brown jug, don't I love thee! Ha, ha, ha, you and me, Little brown jug, don't I love thee!
my wife and I live all alone In a little log house we call our own; She loves gin and I love rum, ... don't we have fun!
| |
|
|
|