Verse 1

As the blackbird in the spring

'neath the willow tree

Sat and piped I heard him sing

Praising Aura Lee.

Chorus

Aura Lea! Aura Lea! Maid of golden hair

Sunshine came along with thee

And swall-ows in the air.

Verse 2

Take my heart and take my ring

I give my all to thee

Take me for eternity

Dearest Aura Lee!

Chorus

Aura Lea! Aura Lea! Maid of golden hair

Sunshine came along with thee

And swall-ows in the air.

Verse 3

In her blush the rose was born

'twas music when she spoke

In her eyes the light of morn

Sparkling seemed to break.

Chorus

Aura Lee! Aura Lee! Maid of golden hair

Sunshine came along with thee

And swall-ows in the air.

Verse 4

Aura Lee the bird may flee

The willow' golden hair

Then the wintry winds may be

Blowing ev'rywhere.

Chorus

Aura Lee! Aura Lee! Maid of golden hair

Sunshine came along with thee

And swall-ows in the air.

Verse 5

Yet if thy blue eyes I see

Gloom will soon depart

For to me sweet Aura Lee

Is sunshine to the heart.

Chorus

Aura Lee! Aura Lee! Maid of golden hair

Sunshine came along with thee

And swall-ows in the air.

Words by William W. Fosdick (D.P)

Music by George R. Poulton (D.P)

Arrangement by

Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau

Verse 1

From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore

From the queen of flowing mountains to the south side by the shore

She's mighty tall and handsome and known quite well by all

She's the combination on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 2

Now She came down from Birmingham one cold December day

As she rolled into the station you could hear all the people say

There's that gal from Tennessee she's long and she's tall

She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 3

Yeah Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar

As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore

Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hobo call

You're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 4

Our Eastern states are dandy so the people always say

From New York to St. Louis and Chicago by the way

From the hills of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall

No chances can be taken on the Wabash Cannonball

Verse 5

So Listen to the jingle the rumble and the roar

As she glides along the woodland through the hills and by the shore

Hear the mighty rush of the engine hear that lonesome hobo call

You're traveling through the jungle on the Wabash Cannonball

Traditional arranged by

Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau

All my trials Lord, Soon be over

Verse 1

I had a little book, it was given to me

And on every page, selles Liberty

All my trials Lord Soon be over

Verse 2

If religion was a thing that money could buy

The rich would live, and the poor would die

All my trials Lord Soon be over

Bridge

Too late my brothers, too late

But never mind.

All my trials Lord.

Soon be over

Verse 3

If Malcolm and Martin were living today

They’d look around, what would they say

All my trials Lord Soon be over

Bridge

Too late my brothers too late

But never mind

All my trials Lord Soon be over

All my trials Lord Soon be over

Traditional arranged by

Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau

Verse 1

Well I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee

I'm bound for Louisiana, my own true love for to see

It rained all night the day I left

The weather it was dry

Sun so hot I froze to death

Susanna, don't you cry

Chorus

Oh, Susanna

Don't you cry for me

‘Cause I come from Alabama with the banjo on my knee

Verse 2

I had a dream the other night

When everything was still

I dreamed I saw my girl Susanne

She was coming around the hill

The buckwheat cake was in her mouth

A tear was in her eye

I said I come from Dixie girl

Suzanna, don't you cry

Chorus

Oh, Susanna

Now, don't you cry for me

‘Cause I come from Alabama with the banjo on my knee

Yeah Oh, Susanna

Now, don't you cry for me

‘Cause I come from Alabama with this banjo on my knee

Words & Music by Stephen Foster (D.P)

Arrangement by

Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau