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We shall overcome
We shall
overcome,
We shall
overcome,
We shall
overcome, some day.
Oh, deep in
my heart,
I do
believe
We shall
overcome, some day.
We'll walk
hand in hand,
We'll walk
hand in hand,
We'll walk
hand in hand, some day.
Oh, deep in
my heart,
We shall
live in peace,
We shall
live in peace,
We shall
live in peace, some day.
Oh, deep in
my heart,
We shall
all be free,
We shall
all be free,
We shall
all be free, some day.
Oh, deep in
my heart,
We are not
afraid,
We are not
afraid,
We are not
afraid, TODAY
Oh, deep in
my heart,
We shall overcome,
We shall
overcome,
We shall
overcome, some day.
Oh, deep in
my heart,
I do
believe
We shall
overcome, some day. Barbara AllenTwas in the
merry month of May
When green
buds all were swelling,
Sweet
William on his death bed lay
For love of
Barbara Allen.
He sent his
servant to the town
To the place
where she was dwelling,
Saying you
must come, to my master dear
If your
name be Barbara Allen.
So slowly,
slowly she got up
And slowly
she drew nigh him,
And the
only words to him did say
Young man I
think you're dying.
He turned
his face unto the wall
And death
was in him welling,
Good-bye,
good-bye, to my friends all
Be good to
Barbara Allen.
When he was
dead and laid in grave
She heard
the death bells knelling
And every
stroke to her did say
Hard
hearted Barbara Allen.
Oh mother,
oh mother go dig my grave
Make it
both long and narrow,
Sweet
William died of love for me
And I will
die of sorrow.
And father,
oh father, go dig my grave
Make it
both long and narrow,
Sweet
William died on yesterday
And I will
die tomorrow.
Barbara
Allen was buried in the old churchyard
Sweet
William was buried beside her,
Out of
sweet William's heart, there grew a rose
Out of
Barbara Allen's a briar.
They grew
and grew in the old churchyard
Till they
could grow no higher
At the end
they formed, a true lover's knot
And the
rose grew round the briar. Mary Hamilton Word is to the kitchen gone, and word is to the hall
And word is up to madam the queen, and that's the worst of all
That Mary Hamilton has borne a babe
To the highest stuart of all
Oh rise, arise Mary Hamilton
Arise and tell to me
What thou hast done with thy wee babe
I saw and heard weep by thee
I put him in a tiny boat
And cast him out to sea
That he might sink or he might swim
But he'd never come back to me
Oh rise arise Mary Hamilton
Arise and come with me
There is a wedding in Glasgow town
This night we'll go and see
She put not on her robes of black
Nor her robes of brown
But she put on her robes of white
To ride into Glasgow town
And as she rode into Glasgow town
The city for to see
The bailiff's wife and the provost's wife
Cried alack and alas for thee
Oh you need not weep for me she cried
You need not week for me
For had I not slain my own wee babe
This death I would not dee
Oh little did my mother think
When first she cradled me
The lands I was to travel in
And the death I was to dee
Last night I washed the queen's feet
Put the gold in her hair
And the only reward I find for this
The gallows to be my share
Cast off, cast off my gown, she cried
But let my petticoat be
And tie a napkin round my face
The gallows, I would not see
Then by them come the king himself
Looked up with a pitiful eye
Come down, come down Mary Hamilton
Tonight you will dine with me
Oh hold your tongue, my sovereign liege
And let your folly be
For if you'd a mind to save my life
You'd never have shamed me here
Last night there were four Marys
Tonight there'll be but three
It was Mary Beaton and Mary Seton
And Mary Carmichael and me
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