Ten Little Indians
D
One little, two little, three little Indians
A7
Four little, Five little, six little Indians
D
Seven little, eight little, nine little Indians
A7 D
Ten little Indian boys.
D
Ten little, nine little, eight little Indians
A7
Seven little, six little, Five little Indians
D
Four little, three little, two little Indians
A7 D
One little Indian boy.
Clementine
D
In a Cavern, in a Canyon,
A7
excavating for a mine;
A7 D
dwelt a miner, Forty-niner,
A7 D
and his daughter Clementine.
D
Oh my darling, oh my darling,
A7
oh my darling Clementine
A7 D
You are lost and gone forever,
A7 D
dreadful sorry, Clementine.
D
Light she was, and like a fairy,
A7
And her shoes were number nine,
A7 D
Herring boxes without topses,
A7 D
Sandals were for Clementine.
D
Oh my darling, oh my darling,
A7
oh my darling Clementine
A7 D
You are lost and gone forever,
A7 D
dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Go Tell Aunt Rhody
D
Go tell Aunt Rhody,
A7 D
Go tell Aunt Rhody,
D
Go tell Aunt Rhody
A7 D
The old gray goose is dead.
D
The one she's been saving,
A7 D
The one she's been saving,
D
The one she's been saving
A7 D
To make a feather bed.
D
The goslings are mourning,
A7 D
The goslings are mourning,
D
The goslings are mourning,
A7 D
Because their mother's dead.
D
The old gander's weeping,
A7 D
The old gander's weeping,
D
The old gander's weeping,
A7 D
Because his wife is dead.
D
She died in the mill pond,
A7 D
She died in the mill pond,
D
She died in the mill pond
A7 D
From standing on her head.
He's Got the Whole World in His Hands
D
He's got the whole world in His hands
A7
He's got the whole world in His hands
D
He's got the whole world in His hands
A7 D
He's got the whole world in His hands
D
He's got the itty bitty baby in His hands
A7
He's got the itty bitty baby in His hands
D
He's got the itty bitty baby in His hands
A7 D
He's got the whole world in His hands
D
He's got a-you and me brother in His hands
A7
He's got a-you and me brother in His hands
D
He's got a-you and me brother in His hands
A7 D
He's got the whole world in His hands
D
He's got a-you and me sister in His hands
A7
He's got a-you and me sister in His hands
D
He's got a-you and me sister in His hands
A7 D
He's got the whole world in His hands
Itsy Bitsy Spider
D A7 D
The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout
D A7 D
Down came the rain and it washed the spider out
D A7 D
Out came the sunshine and it dried up all the rain
D A7 D
But the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again
Kumbaya
D
Someone’s crying Lord, Kumbaya
D A7
Someone’s crying Lord, Kumbaya
D
Someone’s crying Lord, Kumbaya
D A7 D D
Oh Lord, Kumbaya
D A7 D D
Oh Lord, Kumbaya
D
Someone’s praying Lord, Kumbaya
D A7
Someone’s praying Lord, Kumbaya
D
Someone’s praying Lord, Kumbaya
D A7 D D
Oh Lord, Kumbaya
D A7 D D
Oh Lord, Kumbaya
D
Kumbaya my Lord, Kumbaya
D A7
Kumbaya my Lord, Kumbaya
D
Kumbaya my Lord, Kumbaya
D A7 D D
Oh Lord, Kumbaya
D A7 D D
Oh Lord, Kumbaya
D
Someone’s singing Lord, Kumbaya
D A7
Someone’s singing Lord, Kumbaya
D
Someone’s singing Lord, Kumbaya
D A7 D D
Oh Lord, Kumbaya
D A7 D D
Oh Lord, Kumbaya
London Bridge
D A7 D
London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down
D A7 D
London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady
D A7 D
Build it up with iron and steel, Iron and steel, iron and steel,
D A7 D
Build it up with iron and steel, My fair lady.
Michael Finnegan
D
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
A7
He had whiskers on his chin again
D
The wind blew them off and blew them on again
A7 D
Poor old Michael Finnegan, Begin Again
D
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
A7
Heard this song and began to sing again
D
Hurt my ears so don't begin again
A7 D
And that's the end of Michael Finnegan!
D
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
A7
He had whiskers on his chin again
D
The wind blew them off and blew them on again
A7 D
Poor old Michael Finnegan, Begin Again
D
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
A7
Heard this song and began to sing again
D
Hurt my ears so don't begin again
A7 D
And that's the end of Michael Finnegan!
“Sing, Sing, Sing”
D A7 D D A7 D
Sing sing sing. I like to sing.
D A7 D D A7 D
I like to sing a song! Sing sing sing.
The More We Get Together
D
The more we get together,
A7 D
Together, together,
D
The more we get together,
A7 D
The happier we'll be.
A7 D
For your friends are my friends,
A7 D
And my friends are your friends.
D
The more we get together,
A7 D
The happier we'll be!
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