Jack was Every Inch a Sailor


Now 'twas twenty-five or thirty years
Since Jack first saw the light
He came into this world of woe one dark and stormy night
He was born on board his father's ship
As she was lying 'bout
Twenty-five or thirty miles south of Badalieu

Jack was every inch a sailor
Five and twenty years a whaler
Jack was every inch a sailor

He was born upon the bright blue sea
When Jack grew up to be a man
He went to Labrador
He fished in Indian Harbour where his father fished before
On his returning in the fog, he met a heavy gale
And Jack was swept into the sea, and swallowed by a whale

The whale went straight for Baffin Bay, about ninty knots an hour
And every time he'd blow a spray
He'd send it in a shower
"Oh now" says Jack unto himself
I must see what he's about
He caught the whale by the tail, and turned him inside out

Jamaica Farewell


Down the way where the nights are gay
And the sun shines daily on the mountain tops
I took a trip on a sailing ship
And when I reached Jamaica, I made a stop

But I'm sad to say, I'm on my way
Won't be back for many a day
My heart is down, my head is spinning around
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town

Sounds of laughter everywhere
And the dancing girls swaying to and fro
I must declare my heart is there
Tho' I've been from Maine to Mexico

Down at the market you can hear
Ladies cry out while on their heads they bear
Saki rice, salt fish are nice
And the rum is good anytime of year

Jaws


(Do Re Mi)

JAWS A mouth, a great big mouth
TEETH The things that kinda crunch
BITE The friendly sharks "hello"
US His favorite juicy lunch
BLOOD That turns the ocean red
CHOMP That means the sharks been fed
GULP That will bring us back to
JAWS! JAWS! JAWS! JAWS!

John Brown's Baby

(Battle Hymn of the Republic)

John Brown's baby had a cold upon its chest
John Brown's baby had a cold upon its chest
John Brown's baby had a cold upon its chest
So they rubbed it with camphorated oil

The second time through, replace the word, "chest" by patting the chest.
Next time, substitute a cough for the word, "cold"
Then, substitute baby-rocking arm motions for the word, "baby"

John Browns Body

John Brown's body's, lies a mouldring in the grave
John Brown's body's, lies a mouldring in the grave
John Brown's body's, lies a mouldring in the grave
And he ain't gonna live no more
Glory, glory, alleluia
Glory, glory, alleluia
Glory, glory, alleluia
And he ain't gonna live no more

John Brown's Flivver


John Brown's flivver's got a puncture in its tyre
John Brown's flivver's got a puncture in its tyre
John Brown's flivver's got a puncture in its tyre
So he mended it with chewing gum

Chorus:
Chewey, ewey, ewey, ewey, etc.

Johnny Appleseed

The Lord is good to me
And so I thank the Lord
For giving me the things I need
The sun, the rain and the apple seed
The Lord is good to me

And every seed that grows
Shall grow into a tree
And one day soon
There'll be apples there
For everyone in the world to share
The Lord is good to me

Jump Down Turn Around

Jump down turn around, pick a bale of cotton
Jump down turn around, pick a bale a day
Oh lordy, pick a bale of cotton
Oh lordy, pick a bale a day
Oh lordy, pick a bale of cotton
Oh lordy, pick a bale a day

Pick a pick a pick a pick a
Pick a bale of cotton
Pick a pick a pick a pick a
Pick a bale a day

Junior Birdmen


(On Brave Old Army Team)

Up in the air, Junior Birdmen; up in the air, upside down
Up in the air, Junior Birdmen; with your noses to the ground
And when you hear the grand announcement: that your wings are made of tin
Well, then you know, Junior Birdmen, it's time to send your box tops in
For it takes: 5 box tops, 4 bottle bottoms, 3 coupons, 2 wrappers, and one thin dime!

Actions:
Make a face mask each time you sing the words, "Junior Birdmen" by lacing your fingers.
Then, with thumbs under the chin, twist your hands outwards so that you make goggles for the eyes.
On "Upside down," perform a jet plane swoop outstretched arms.
On "Ground," bring the swooping arms as near to the ground as possible

Just a Boy and a Girl


Just a boy and a girl in a little canoe with the moon shining all around
And he paddled and he paddled so slow and easy that you couldn't even hear a sound
And they talked and they talked 'til the moon grew dim
He said, "You better kiss me or get out and swim"
So, what ya gonna do in a little canoe
With the moon shining all all around

Just a boy and a girl in a little canoe with the moon shining all around
And he paddled and he paddled so slow and easy that you couldn't even hear a sound
And they talked and they talked 'til the moon grew dim
He said, "You better kiss me or get out and swim"
So, what ya gonna do in a little canoe
With the boats floating all a . .

Just a boy and a girl in a little canoe with the moon shining all around
And he paddled and he paddled so slow and easy that you couldn't even hear a sound
And they talked and they talked 'til the moon grew dim
He said, "You better kiss me or get out and swim"
So, what ya gonna do in a little canoe
With the GIRL swimming all around

Pig