There’s a hole

There’s a hole at the bottom of the sea
There’s a hole at the bottom of the sea
There’s a hole there’s a hole
There’s a hole at the bottom of the sea

There’s a log in the hole at the bottom of the sea
There’s a log in the hole at the bottom of the sea
There’s a log there’s a log
There’s a log at the bottom of the sea

There’s a bump on the log in the hole at the bottom of the sea
There’s a bump on the log in the hole at the bottom of the sea
There’s a bump, there’s a bump
There’s a bump at the bottom of the sea

There’s a frog on the bump on the log in the hole at the bottom of the sea
There’s a frog on the bump on the log in the hole at the bottom of the sea
There’s a frog there’s a frog
There’s a frog at the bottom of the sea

There’s a wart on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole at the bottom of the sea
There’s a wart on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole at the bottom of the sea
There’s a wart there’s a wart
There’s a wart at the bottom of the sea

There’s a fly on the wart on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole at the bottom of the sea
There’s a fly on the wart on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole at the bottom of the sea
There’s a fly there’s a fly
There’s a fly at the bottom of the sea

There’s a wing on the fly on the wart on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole at the bottom of the sea
There’s a wing on the fly on the wart on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole at the bottom of the sea
There’s a wing there’s a wing
There’s a wing at the bottom of the sea

There’s a flea on the wing on the fly on the wart on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole at the bottom of the sea
There’s a flea on the wing on the fly on the wart on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole at the bottom of the sea
There’s a flea there’s a flea
There’s a flea at the bottom of the sea

There’s a wing on the flea on the wing on the fly on the wart on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole at the bottom of the sea
There’s a wing on the flea on the wing on the fly on the wart on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole at the bottom of the sea
There’s a wing there’s a wing
There’s a wing at the bottom of the sea

There’s a spec on the wing on the flea on the fly on the wart on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole at the bottom of the sea
There’s a spec on the wing on the flea on the fly on the wart on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole at the bottom of the sea
There’s a spec there’s a spec
There’s a spec at the bottom of the sea

There’s a germ on the spec on the wing on the flea on the wing on the fly on the wart on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole at the bottom of the sea
There’s a germ on the spec on the wing on the flea on the wing on the fly on the wart on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole at the bottom of the sea
There’s a germ there’s a germ
There’s a germ at the bottom of the sea

Peter's Flowing Stream

Oh, I went to Peter’s flowing stream
Where the water’s so good
And I heard there the cuckoo
As he sang from the wood.

Chorus: Hold-di-ah....
Hold-di-ra kiki, a hol-di rah cuckoo (cuckoo) (snap fingers too)
Hold-di-ra kiki, a hol-di rah cuckoo (cuckoo)
Hold-di-ra kiki, a hol-di rah cuckoo (cuckoo)
Hold-di-ra kiki, a oh!

After Easter comes sunny days
That will melt all the snow.
Then I’ll marry my maiden fair
We’ll be happy I know.

When I marry my maiden fair
What more can I desire?
But a home for her tending
And some wood for the fire.

Oh How Lovely

Oh how lovely is the evening, is the evening
When the bells are sweetly ringing sweetly ringing
Ding dong Ding dong Ding dong

O wie wohl ist mir am abend mir am abend
Wenn zuruck die Glocken laeuten Glocken laeuten
Bim bam, Bim bam, Bim bam


Can be sung in parts as a round

Mr Moon

Mr Moon Mr Moon go back to your bed
The sun is still in the sky
Go back to your bed and cover up your head
And wait till the night draws nigh

Twas on a summer’s evening
We walked the whole night through
When suddenly we heard it
The gentle soft cuckoo

Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo,

Can be sung as is or three people can have a different part and they can be sung together.

Mariah

Away out west they’ve got a name
For wind and rain and fire.
The rain is Tess, the fire is Joe,
And they call the wind Mariah.

Mariah blows the stars around
And sets the clouds to flying
Mariah makes the mountains sound,
Like folks are up there dyin’.

Mariah ... Mariah ... They call the wind Mariah.

Before I knew Mariah’s name,
And heard her wailin’ whinin;,
I had a girl and she had me,
And the sun was always shining.

And then one day I left my gal
I left her far behind me,
And now I’m lost, so doggone lost
Not even God can find me.

Mariah, Mariah, they call the wind Mariah.

Away out west they have a name,
For wind and rain and fire.
But when you’re lost and all alone,
Where there ain’t no name for lonely.

For I’m a lost and lonely man,
Without a star to guide me,
Mariah, blow my love to me,
For I need here beside me.

Mariah, Mariah, they call the wind Mariah.

Home on the Range

Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam
And the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

How often at night when the heavens are bright
With the light from the glittering stars
Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

Where the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free
The breezes so balmy and light
That I would not exchange my home on the range
For all of the cities so bright

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

Oh, I love those wild flow'rs in this dear land of ours
The curlew, I love to hear scream
And I love the white rocks and the antelope flocks
That graze on the mountaintops green

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

I know a place

I know a place where no one ever goes
There’s peace and quiet beauty and repose
It’s hidden in the valley beside a mountain stream
And lying there beside it I find that I can dream
Only of things of beauty to the eyes;
Snow-capped mountains rising to the sky.
Now I know that God made this place for me


I can’t imagine myself as in a dream
Climbing a mountain by a small ravine
The beauty of this peace and quiet always shall remain
And every place a heaven each and every day
Oh how I wish I never had to leave
All my life such Beauty to receive
Now I know that God had made this place for me,
Of yes, for me.