Quelques chansons communes au NORD et au SUD (by The Spy)

Here's Your Mule

A farmer came to camp one day,
With milk and eggs to sell,
Upon a mule that oft would stray
To where no one could tell.
The farmer tired of his tramp,
For hours was made a fool,
By ev'ryone he met in camp
With, "Mister, here's your mule."

(Chorus)
Come on, come on, come on, old man,
And don't be made a fool,
By ev'ryone you meet in camp
With, "Mister, here's your mule."

His eggs and chickens all were gone,
Before the break of day;
The mule was heard of all along,
That's what the soldiers say;
And still he hunted all day long,
Alas! a witless tool,
Whilst every man would sing a song
Of, "Mister, here's your mule."
(Chorus)

The soldiers run in laughing mood,
On mischief were intent;
The lifted muley on their back,
Around from tent to tent;
Through this hole and that, they pushed
His head and made a rule,
To shout with hum'rous voices all,
"I say! Mister, here's your mule."
(Chorus)

Alas, one day the mule was missed!
Ah, who could tell his fate?
The farmer, like a man bereft,
Searched early and searched late,
And as he passed from camp to camp,
With stricken face-the fool,
Cried out to ev'ryone he met,
"Oh, Mister, where's my mule?"

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Aura Lea

le clip n'est pas adapté ; n'en tenez pas compte.

La mélodie est la bonne, et c'est ce qui compte.

When the blackbird in the spring, on the willow tree,

Sat and rocked, I heard him sing, singing Aura Lea

Aura Lea, Aura Lea, maid with golden hair,

Sunshine came along with thee, and swallows in the air.

In thy blush the rose was born, music when you spake,

Through thine azure eye the morn, sparkling seemed to break.

Aura Lea, Aura Lea, bird of crimson wing,

Never song have sung to me, in that sweet spring.

Aura Lea! The bird may flee, the willows golden hair

Swing through winter fitfully, on the stormy air.

Yet if thy blue eyes I see, gloom will soon depart,

For to me, sweet Aura Lea is sunshine through the heart.

When the mistletoe was green, midst the winter's snows,

Sunshine in thy face was seen, kissing lips of rose.

Aura Lea, Aura Lea, take my golden ring,

Love and light return with thee, and swallows with the spring.

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Tenting Tonight on the Old Campground

We're tenting tonight on the old camp ground,

Give us a song to cheer

Our weary hearts, a song of home,

And friend we love so dear.

(Chorus)

Many are the hearts that are weary tonight,

Wishing for the war to cease;

Many are the hearts that are looking for the right

To see the dawn of peace.

Tenting tonight, tenting tonight,

Tenting on the old camp ground

We've been tenting tonight on the old camp ground,

Thinking of days gone by,

Of the loved ones at home that gave us the hand

And the tear that said "Goodbye!"

(Chorus)

We are tired of war on the old camp ground,

Many are dead and gone,

Of the brave and true who've left their homes,

Others been wounded long.

(Chorus)

We've been fighting today on the old camp ground,

Many are lying near;

Some are dead and some are dying,

Many are in tears.

Many are the heart who are weary tonight,

Wishing for the war to cease;

Many are the hearts that are looking for the right

To see the dawn of peace

Dying tonight, dying tonight,

Dying on the old camp ground.

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The Girl I Left Behind Me

I'm lonesome since I crossed the hill,

And o'er the moorland sedgy

Such heavy thoughts my heart do fill,

Since parting with my Betsey

I seek for one as fair and gay,

But find none to remind me

How sweet the hours I passed away,

With the girl I left behind me.

O ne'er shall I foget the night,

the stars were bright above me

And gently lent their silv'ry light

when first she vowed to love me

But now I'm bound to Brighton camp

kind heaven then pray guide me

And send me safely back again,

to the girl I left behind me

Her golden hair in ringlets fair,

her eyes like diamonds shining

Her slender waist, her heavenly face,

that leaves my heart still pining

Ye gods above oh hear my prayer

to my beauteous fair to find me

And send me safely back again,

to the girl I left behind me

The bee shall honey taste no more,

the dove become a ranger

The falling waters cease to roar,

ere I shall seek to change her

The vows we made to heav'n above

shall ever cheer and bind me

In constancy to her I love,

the girl I left behind me.

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Une très belle chanson, interprêtée par John W. Myers (1864-1919)

JUST BEFORE THE BATTLE, MOTHER

Just before the battle, mother,

I am thinking most of you,

While upon the field we're watching

With the enemy in view.

Comrades brave are 'round me lying,

Filled with thoughts of home and God

For well they know that on the morrow,

Some will sleep beneath the sod.

CHORUS:

Farewell, mother, you may never

Press me to your heart again,

But, oh, you'll not forget me, mother,

If I'm numbered with the slain.

Oh, I long to see you, mother,

And the loving ones at home,

But I'll never leave our banner,

Till in honor I can come.

Tell the traitors all around you

That their cruel words we know,

In every battle kill our soldiers

By the help they give the foe.

CHORUS:

Farewell, mother, you may never

Press me to your heart again,

But, oh, you'll not forget me, mother,

If I'm numbered with the slain.

Hark! I hear the bugles sounding,

'Tis the signal for the fight,

Now, may God protect us, mother,

As He ever does the right.

Hear the "Battle-Cry of Freedom,"

How it swells upon the air,

Oh, yes, we'll rally 'round the standard,

Or we'll perish nobly there.

CHORUS:

Farewell, mother, you may never

Press me to your heart again,

But, oh, you'll not forget me, mother,

If I'm numbered with the slain.

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Ce qui serait sympa c'est d'être en mesure d'en chanter l'une ou l'autre lors d'une prochaine rencontre, non ?
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Mac Lean a écrit:: D'accord Johnnie,moi je fais chef d'orchestre,mais je ne chante pas,surtout pas of english.Tu connais ma grande culture dans ce domaine ..

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