2014 Lyrics - Young Voices

We’ll begin with a spin, travelling in aworld of my creation,What we’ll see will defy explanation.If you want to view paradise,simply look around and view it,Anything you want to do it!Want to change the world? There’s nothing to it.There is no life I know to compare with pureimagination,Living there you’ll be free if you truly wish to be.If I Were A Rich ManIf I were a rich man,Diddle diddle diddle, digguh, digguh, diddle,diddle, dum!All day long I’d biddy biddy bum,If I were a wealthy man!Wouldn’t have to work hard,Diddle diddle diddle, digguh, digguh, diddle,diddle, dumIf I were a biddy biddy rich, digguh, digguh, diddle,diddle, man.I’d build a big tall house with rooms by the dozenright in the middle of the town.A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.There would be one long staircase just going upand one even longer coming down,And one more leading nowhere just for show!If I were a rich man,Diddle diddle diddle, digguh, digguh, diddle,diddle, dum!All day long I’d biddy biddy bum,If I were a wealthy man!Chitty Chitty Bang BangOh you Pretty Chitty Bang Bang,Chitty Chitty Bang Bang we love you,And in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang,Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, what we’ll do,Near, far, in our motor car,Oh what a happy time we’ll spend,Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang,Our fine four fendered friend,Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang,Our fine four fendered friend,You’re sleek as a thoroughbred,Your seats are a featherbed,You’ll turn everybody’s head today,We’ll glide on our motortripwith pride in our ownership,the envy of all we survey!Oh Chitty you Chitty, Pretty Chitty Bang Bang,pretty Chitty Bang Bang we love you,And Chitty in Chitty, Pretty Chitty Bang Bang,Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, what we’ll do,Near, Chitty far, Chitty in our motor car,Oh what a happy time we’ll spend,Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang,Our fine four fendered friend,Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang Bang,Our fine four fendered (Friend......)Chitty Bang Bang Chitty Chitty Bang BangFine Four Fendered Chitty Chitty Friend!Folk Songs of EnglandBlow Away the Morning DewThere was a shepherd’s sonKept sheep upon the hillAnd he went out one May morningTo see what he could killAnd sing blow away the morning dewThe dew and the dew!Blow away the morning dewhow sweet the winds do blowHe look-ed high he look-ed lowHe cast another lookAnd then he spied a pretty maidAside the watery brookAnd sing blow away the morning dewThe dew and the dew!Blow away the morning dewhow sweet the winds do blowThe British GrenadiersSome talk of Alexander and some of Hercules,Of Hector and Lysander and such great names astheseBut of all the world’s brave heroesThere’s none that can compare,With a tow, row, row, row, row, rowTo the British Grenadiers.A-RovingIn Plymouth Town there lives a maidMark well what I do sayIn Plymouth Town there lives a maidMy love for her will never fadeI’ll go no more a roving from you fair maidA-roving, a-roving, since roving’s been my ru-eye-inI’ll go no more a roving from you fair maid.A-roving, a-roving, since roving’s beenmy ru-eye-inI’ll go no more a roving from you fair maid.On Ilkley MoorWhere ‘as tha been since I saw thee since I sawthee?On Ilkley Moor bah’t ‘at,Where ‘as tha been since I saw thee?Where ‘as tha been since I saw thee?On Ilkley Moor bah’t ‘at,On Ilkley Moor bah’t ‘at,On Ilkley Moor bah’t ‘at,Scarborough FairAre you going to Scarborough Fair?Parsley, sage, rosemary and thymeRemember me to one who lives thereShe once was a true love of mineTell her to make me a cambric shirtParsley, sage, rosemary and thymeWithout any seams or needleworkThen she’ll be a true love of mineThe Oak and the AshA North Country maid up to London had strayedAlthough with her nature it did not agreeShe wept and she sighed and so bitterly she cried“How I wish once again in the North I could beOh the oak and the ash and the bonny ivy treeThey flourish at home in my own country”When Johnny comes marching HomeWhen Johnny comes marching home again,Hurrah! Hurrah!When Johnny comes marching home again,Hurrah! Hurrah!The men will cheer and the boys will shoutThe ladies they will all turn outAnd we’ll all be there when Johnny comesmarching home!Dashing away with the smoothing ironTwas on a Monday morning When I beheld mydarling,She looked so neat and charming in every highdegreeShe looked so neat and nimble, O,Awashing of her linen, O,Dashing away with the smoothing iron,Dashing away with the smoothing iron,Dashing away with the smoothing iron,She stole my heart away.Early one morningEarly one morning just as the sun was risingI heard a maid sing in the valley below“Oh dont deceive me, Oh never leave meHow could you use a poor maiden so!”The Lincolnshire PoacherWhen I was bound apprentice in famousLincolnshire,Full well I served my master for more than sevenyearTill I took up to poaching as you shall quickly hearOh ‘tis my delight of a shiny night in the season ofthe yearYes ‘tis my delight of a shiny night in the season ofthe year!Dance to you DaddyDance to your daddy my little laddieDance to your daddy my little lambDance to your daddy my little laddieDance to your daddy my little lambYou shall have a fish and you shall have a finYou shall have a heron when the boat comes inYou shall have a lobster boiled in a panDance to your daddy my little manYou shall have fishy on a little dishyYou shall have a bloater when the boat comes inYou shall have fishy on a little dishyYou shall have a salmon when the boat comes inDance to your daddy sing to your mammyDance to your daddy to your mammy singDance to your daddy sing to your mammyDance to your daddy to your mammy sing