from the pitshaft Listen for the drillin' of a rescue team Six hundred feet of coal and slag Hope imprisoned in a three-foot seam Hope imprisoned in a
Mornin' Don't you want to hear the children singin' on that Great Day in the Mornin' Don't you want to hear all the children singin' Big ol' bells a-ringin
rose to travel A' came a band o' footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell I goes to draw me pistol for she'd stole away me rapier But a prisoner I was taken
shed a tear for me I ain't the love you thought I'd be I've got a hundred more like you so don't be blue I'll have a thousand 'fore I'm through. Now
feel like a motherless child Sometimes I feel like a motherless child Sometimes I feel like a motherless child A long way from home, a long way from home
And next Monday mornin' the bells they will ring And my true love will buy me a gay gold ring Also he'll buy me a new pretty gown To wear at my wedding
I ever had, She said goodbye, she made me cry, She made me wanna lay down my head and die...I [Refrain:] Ain't got a nickel and I ain't got a lousy dime
(Adapt. & Arr. by Yarrow/Stookey/Travers/Okun/Jacobsen/Story) Oh the cuckoo she's a pretty bird, she sings as she flies She never gets lonesome till
all waitin' for the bus? Ah ... a little late isn't it ... anybody got a watch? ... we could uh see how late it is ... I got a better idea, let's find
banks of the river Watching the moonbeams as evening drew nigh. All alone as I rambled I spied a fair damsel Weepin' and wailin' with many a sigh. Weepin
Their faith was brotherhood. Wasn't that a time, wasn't that a time? A time to try the soul of men, Wasn't that a terrible time? Brave men who fought
will split and the ship will hit And the sand on the shoreline will be shakin' And the tide will sound and the waves will pound And the mornin' will be