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Phat

(phat phat..)
Chorus: onyx
Phat, phat; pha-da-dah-da-dah, da-dah-dah-di-dah
We're phat 'n' alla dat!
Phat, phat; pha-da-dah-da-dah, da-dah-dah-di-dah
We're phat 'n' alla dat!
[fredro starr]
It's the phat funky blunt roller, the rock flipper
Proof i've been right, damn right, the gun gripper
Look, no hands but damn, ooh i got a handle
Vandalistic, sarcastic phat tricks
Aah, ohh yeah, dear dime a dozen
Den discuss 'em when i be bustin with my crews, and crimies
How ya like dat? phat da-dat da dah-dah, huh
Rat-a-tat, splatter one, jump in the vat son
Flat as a blue bag of boom for ya buddha benders
I know you're breakin on the phat tracks we're makin
So sonee seeza, you're next up to bat
Phat-a-tat-tat stay strapped, be so phat!
Chorus
P-h-a-t! (phat phat..)
[sonee seeza]
Boy ya best to move over cause we takin the crazy's place
Phat, ready for combat, stacked, with all that tracks
Not a re-run, but it's fatter than (??)
I'm rockin the grimy clubs, get blunted with sasquatch
I'm here to let you know, onyx won't lack what it takes
I scrape, the scrubs comes off in the bath
Kind of like a diamond; i'm a hard black kid
Move me think you're schemin to get the semen out my
Cock-a-doodle-doo, huh, who ya think ya kiddin?
These four villians kills women, have crews do dealin
Straight up, you had enough? i'm callin your bluff
Body offender, so surrender, kid you ain't tough
You can get some phatter stuff (huh) i got it
But first just purchase my joint, you can't be without it
It's p (phat) h (phat) a (phat) t (phat)
P-h-a-t, p-h-a-t!
P (phat) h (phat) a (phat) t (phat)
P-h-a-t, p-h-a-t!
P (phat) h (phat) a (phat) t (phat)
P-h-a-t, p-h-a-t!
P-h-a-t! (phat phat..)
[sticky fingaz]
Every ten years, they unleash phat sound
Well it's time for sticky fingaz, god's gift to the underground
For cryin out loud, it's enough you're makin sick and i
Wants revenge can i die for my music?
You don't understand, i worship hardcore
They never shoulda let me get my boot in the door

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song performed by Onyx
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Dah Dee Dah

yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
(woo ahh)
Dah dee dah, dah dah dah dee dah.
Dah dee dah, dah dah dah dee dah.
(by ya dah)
(woo ahh)
Dah dee dah, dah dah dah dee dah.
Dah dee dah, dah dah dah dee dah.
(uh)
Sexy thing,
I can do anything, cuz constantly,
(constantly)
I'm think of how to get you next to me.
(next to me)
Maybe it's their playing your mentality.
(ohh)
Ooh...
Dah dee dah, dah dah dah dee dah.
(by ya dah)
Dah dee dah, dah dah dah dee dah.
(mmm i can't explain)
Dah dee dah, dah dah dah dee dah.
(why i feel this way)
Dah dee dah, dah dah dah dee dah.
(i don't know, loving you)
Sexy thing, (yeah, yeah)
You can't hide the feelings that are deep inside.
(deep inside)
I can see it pouring through them pretty eyes.
(pretty eyes)
How much longer can you hide it, this disguise.
(not much)
Ooh...
You givin' this feelin',
(this feelin')
You're gonna be yearnin',
(gonna be yearnin')
I hope you know i'm what you need.
(i'm what you need. i'm what you need)
Just lemme tell ya,
(lemme tell ya)
There's no one for ya.
(uh uh)
There's no one for ya but me.
(no, no...)
No, no
Dah dee dah, dah dah dah dee dah.

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song performed by Alicia Keys
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Phat ('N' All Dat)

(phat phat..)
Chorus: onyx
Phat, phat; pha-da-dah-da-dah, da-dah-dah-di-dah
Were phat n alla dat!
Phat, phat; pha-da-dah-da-dah, da-dah-dah-di-dah
Were phat n alla dat!
[fredro starr]
Its the phat funky blunt roller, the rock flipper
Proof Ive been right, damn right, the gun gripper
Look, no hands but damn, ooh I got a handle
Vandalistic, sarcastic phat tricks
Aah, ohh yeah, dear dime a dozen
Den discuss em when I be bustin with my crews, and crimies
How ya like dat?phat da-dat da dah-dah, huh
Rat-a-tat, splatter one, jump in the vat son
Flat as a blue bag of boom for ya buddha benders
I know youre breakin on the phat tracks were makin
So sonee seeza, youre next up to bat
Phat-a-tat-tat stay strapped, be so phat!
Chorus
P-h-a-t! (phat phat..)
[sonee seeza]
Boy ya best to move over cause we takin the crazys place
Phat, ready for combat, stacked, with all that tracks
Not a re-run, but its fatter than (? ? )
Im rockin the grimy clubs, get blunted with sasquatch
Im here to let you know, onyx wont lack what it takes
I scrape, the scrubs comes off in the bath
Kind of like a diamond; Im a hard black kid
Move me think youre schemin to get the semen out my
Cock-a-doodle-doo, huh, who ya think ya kiddin?
These four villians kills women, have crews do dealin
Straight up, you had enough?Im callin your bluff
Body offender, so surrender, kid you aint tough
You can get some phatter stuff (huh) I got it
But first just purchase my joint, you cant be without it
Its p (phat) h (phat) a (phat) t (phat)
P-h-a-t, p-h-a-t!
P (phat) h (phat) a (phat) t (phat)
P-h-a-t, p-h-a-t!
P (phat) h (phat) a (phat) t (phat)
P-h-a-t, p-h-a-t!
P-h-a-t! (phat phat..)
[sticky fingaz]
Every ten years, they unleash phat sound
Well its time for sticky fingaz, gods gift to the underground
For cryin out loud, its enough youre makin sick and i
Wants revenge can I die for my music?
You dont understand, I worship hardcore
They never shoulda let me get my boot in the door

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song performed by Onyx
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Simplistically Breezy

Keeping it realistic.
Untwisted from statistics!
I've got my charm and focus going.
Watching those whose minds flow,
Unknowing...
Their balled fists keeps them animalistic.

I've got to keep it realistic...
Tired of being analystic,
About who did what to whom and where?
Why that was done in others affairs?
I am staying on top of what I maintain.
Trying to rise above those misfits...
Unchanged.
Who seem encouraged to go ballistically insane!

Dah deedee dah dah doo!
Dah dee dah.
Dah dee dah,
Dah dee dah...
Dah deedee dah dah doo!
Dah dee dah...
Dee dee dah dah dah doo!

Simplistically breezy.

Dah deedee dah dah doo!
Dah dee dah.
Dah dee dah,
Dah dee dah...
Dah deedee dah dah doo!
Dah dee dah...
Dee dee dah dah dah doo!

Keeping it realistic...
Without hatchets to bury or bones to pick.
Removed from rat races,
And those who sniff conflicts.
I've learned my lessons...
And have found for me what fits!
I'm through with that kind of messing around,
And those who take those 'trips'.

Dah deedee dah dah doo!
Dah dee dah.
Dah dee dah,
Dah dee dah...
Dah deedee dah dah doo!
Dah dee dah..
Dee dee dah dah dah doo!

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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M'Sieu Smit

THE ADVENTURES OF AN ENGLISHMAN IN THE CANADIAN WOODS.

Wan morning de walkim boss say 'Damase,
I t'ink you're good man on canoe d'ecorce,
So I'll ax you go wit' your frien' Philéas
An' meet M'sieu' Smit' on Chenail W'ite Horse.

'He'll have I am sure de grosse baggage--
Mebbe some valise--mebbe six or t'ree--
But if she's too moche for de longue portage
'Poleon he will tak' 'em wit' mail buggee.'

W'en we reach Chenail, plaintee peep be dere,
An' wan frien' of me, call Placide Chretien,
'Splain all dat w'en he say man from Angleterre
Was spik heem de crowd on de 'Parisien.'

Fonny way dat Englishman he'll be dress,
Leetle pant my dear frien' jus' come on knee,
Wit' coat dat's no coat at all--only ves'
An' hat--de more stranger I never see!

Wall! dere he sit on de en' some log
An' swear heem in English purty loud
Den talk Français, w'ile hees chien boule dog
Go smellim an' smellim aroun' de crowd.

I spik im 'Bonjour, M'sieu' Smit', Bonjour,
I hope dat yourse'f and famille she's well?'
M'sieu Smit' he is also say 'Bonjour,'
An' call off hees dog dat's commence for smell.

I tell heem my name dat's Damase Labrie
I am come wit' Philéas for mak' de trip,
An' he say I'm de firs' man he never see
Spik English encore since he lef' de ship.

He is also ax it to me 'Damase,
De peep she don't seem understan' Français,
W'at's matter wit' dat?' An' I say 'Becos
You mak' too much talk on de Parisien.'

De groun she is pile wit' baggage--Sapré!
An' I see purty quick we got plaintee troub--
Two tronk, t'ree valise, four-five fusil,
An' w'at M'sieu Smit' he is call 'bat' tubbe.'

M'sieu Smit' he's tole me w'at for's dat t'ing,
An' it seem Englishman he don't feel correc'

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poem by William Henry Drummond
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How Lucy Backslid

De times is mighty stirrin' 'mong de people up ouah way,
Dey 'sputin' an' dey argyin' an' fussin' night an' day;
An' all dis monst'ous trouble dat hit meks me tiahed to tell
Is 'bout dat Lucy Jackson dat was sich a mighty belle.

She was de preachah's favoured, an' he tol' de chu'ch one night
Dat she travelled thoo de cloud o' sin a-bearin' of a light;
But, now, I 'low he t'inkin' dat she mus' 'a' los' huh lamp,
Case Lucy done backslided an' dey trouble in de camp.

Huh daddy wants to beat huh, but huh mammy daihs him to,
Fu' she lookin' at de question f'om a ooman's pint o' view;
An' she say dat now she would n't have it diff'ent ef she could;
Dat huh darter only acted jes' lak any othah would.

Cose you know w'en women argy, dey is mighty easy led
By dey hea'ts an' don't go foolin' 'bout de reasons of de haid.
So huh mammy laid de law down (she ain' reckernizin' wrong),
But you got to mek erlowance fu' de cause dat go along.

Now de cause dat made Miss Lucy fu' to th'ow huh grace away
I 's afeard won't baih no 'spection w'en hit come to jedgement day;
Do' de same t'ing been a-wo'kin' evah sence de worl' began,--
De ooman disobeyin' fu' to 'tice along a man.

Ef you 'tended de revivals which we held de wintah pas',
You kin rickolec' dat convuts was a-comin' thick an' fas';
But dey ain't no use in talkin', dey was all lef' in de lu'ch
W'en ol' Mis' Jackson's dartah foun' huh peace an' tuk de chu'ch.

W'y, she shouted ovah evah inch of Ebenezah's flo';
Up into de preachah's pulpit an' f'om dah down to de do';
Den she hugged an' squeezed huh mammy, an' she hugged an' kissed

huh dad,
An' she struck out at huh sistah, people said, lak she was mad.

I has 'tended some revivals dat was lively in my day,
An' I 's seed folks git 'uligion in mos' evah kin' o' way;
But I tell you, an' you b'lieve me dat I 's speakin' true indeed,
Dat gal tuk huh 'ligion ha'dah dan de ha'dest yit I 's seed.

Well, f'om dat, 't was 'Sistah Jackson, won't you please do dis er dat?'
She mus' allus sta't de singin' w'en dey 'd pass erroun' de hat,
An' hit seemed dey was n't nuffin' in dat chu'ch dat could go by
'Dout sistah Lucy Jackson had a finger in de pie.

But de sayin' mighty trufeful dat hit easiah to sail
W'en de sea is ca'm an' gentle dan to weathah out a gale.
Dat 's whut made dis ooman's trouble; ef de sto'm had kep' away,

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poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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The Rivals

Look heah! Is I evah tole you 'bout de curious way I won
Anna Liza? Say, I nevah? Well heah's how de thing wuz done.

Lize, you know, wuz mighty purty —dat's been forty yeahs ago —
'N 'cos to look at her dis minit, you might'n spose dat it wuz so.

She wuz jes de greates' 'traction in de county, 'n bless de lam'!
Eveh darkey wuz a-co'tin, but it lay 'twix me an' Sam.

You know Sam. We both wuz wukin' on de ole John Tompkin's place.
'N evehbody wuz a-watchin' t' see who's gwine to win de race.

Hee! hee! hee! Now you mus' raley 'scuse me fu' dis snickering,
But I jes can't he'p f'om laffin' eveh time I tells dis thing.

Ez I wuz a-sayin', me an' Sam wuked daily side by side,
He a-studyin', me a-studyin', how to win Lize fu' a bride.

Well, de race was kinder equal. Lize wuz sorter on de fence;
Sam he had de mostes dollars, an' I had de mostes sense.

Things dey run along 'bout eben tel der come Big Meetin' day;
Sam den thought, to win Miss Liza, he had foun' de shoest way.

An' you talk about big meetin's! None been like it 'fore nor sence;
Der wuz sich a crowd o' people dat we had to put up tents.

Der wuz preachers f'om de Eas', an' 'der wuz preachers f'om de Wes';
Folks had kilt mos' eveh chicken, an' wuz fattenin' up de res'.

Gals had all got new w'ite dresses, an' bought ribbens fu' der hair,
Fixin' fu' de openin' Sunday, prayin' dat de day'd be fair.

Dat de Reveren' Jasper Jones of Mount Moriah, it wuz 'low'd,
Wuz to preach de openin' sermon; so you know der wuz a crowd.

Fu' dat man wuz sho a preacher; had a voice jes like a bull;
So der ain't no use in sayin' dat de meetin' house wuz full.

Folks wuz der f'om Big Pine Hollow, some come 'way f'om Muddy Creek,
Some come jes to stay fu' Sunday, but de crowd stay'd thoo de week.

Some come ridin' in top-buggies wid de w'eels all painted red,
Pulled by mules dat run like rabbits, each one tryin' to git ahead.

Othah po'rer folks come drivin' mules dat leaned up 'ginst de shaf',
Hitched to broke-down, creaky wagons dat looked like dey'd drap in half.

But de bigges' crowd come walkin', wid der new shoes on der backs;
'Scuse wuz dat dey couldn't weah em 'cause de heels wuz full o' tacks.

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poem by James Weldon Johnson
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Onyx Is Here

(onyx, onyx..) move back .. the onyx is here!
Back up, back up .. the onyx is here!
Chorus: onyx (repeat 2x)
(onyx, onyx..) move back .. the onyx is here!
Back up, back up .. the onyx is here!
[fredro starr]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah make way for the wild child!
Stop screamin, youre fiendin
Play that, say that, dip dive socialize
Uncivilized guys rise up!
And pop wasnt ready the way they say this cause we hate it
Back up, back off, lick shot for that tree spot
Onyx is the antidote for all your problems (yeah, yeah)
Damn! dont it feel good
[sonee seeza/sonsee]
Yo, I know you love to hate it, but you cannot explain
Why you keep puttin mad face in your veins
Oooh, yeah, there, I got it
Afficial nastee psychotic..
[fredro starr]
.. spies got spotted!
So travel through the mind of a maniac automatic
You panic get deaded, a nigga on the planet
[sonee seeza/sonsee]
Feel the black stone, hit the do, roamin the ? ? ? ? ? ? cal
Fills and skills to put chills in ya backbone
Chorus 2x
[big ds]
1-to-the-9-to-the-9-to-the-3, solid as a rock!
So back up off the block, blow up the spot
So left-right-left-right
Take it to the center, and enter
(the black reign domain, a plain you never been to)
And you know what this is (what? ) face down on the floor
Give me it all, I got they back against the wall.. {*echoes*}
Chorus 2x
[sticky fingaz]
Dont be afraid, youll only lose your life that way
Im an endangered species, surprised to live to see today
But if youre readin between the enemy line youll find Im insane
Too much strain on the brain, capable to pop a vein
So ima do-it do-it do-it do-it do it like this
The onyx is here, so back up or get dissed
And if you put me to the test, Ill lay you to rest
Bring it right to his chest, put it straight through his vest
Chorus 2.5x
Back, up!!! onyx is here..

song performed by Onyx
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Le Vieux Temps

1 Venez ici, mon cher ami, an' sit down by me--so
2 An' I will tole you story of old tam long ago--
3 W'en ev'ryt'ing is happy--w'en all de bird is sing
4 An' me!--I'm young an' strong lak moose an' not afraid no t'ing.

5 I close my eye jus' so, an' see de place w'ere I am born--
6 I close my ear an' lissen to musique of de horn,
7 Dat 's horn ma dear ole moder blow--an only t'ing she play
8 Is 'viens donc vite Napoléon--'peche toi pour votre souper.'--

9 An' w'en he 's hear dat nice musique--ma leetle dog 'Carleau'
10 Is place hees tail upon hees back--an' den he 's let heem go--
11 He 's jomp on fence--he 's swimmin' crik--he 's ronne two forty gait,
12 He say 'dat 's somet'ing good for eat--Carleau mus' not be late.'

13 O dem was pleasure day for sure, dem day of long ago
14 W'en I was play wit' all de boy, an' all de girl also;
15 An' many tam w'en I 'm alone an' t'ink of day gone by
16 An' pull latire an' spark de girl, I cry upon my eye.

17 Ma fader an' ma moder too, got nice, nice familee,
18 Dat 's ten garçon an' t'orteen girl, was mak' it twenty t'ree
19 But fonny t'ing de Gouvernement don't geev de firs' prize den
20 Lak w'at dey say dey geev it now, for only wan douzaine.

21 De English peep dat only got wan familee small size
22 Mus' be feel glad dat tam dere is no honder acre prize
23 For fader of twelve chil'ren--dey know dat mus' be so,
24 De Canayens would boss Kebeck--mebbe Ontario.

25 But dat is not de story dat I was gone tole you
26 About de fun we use to have w'en we leev a chez nous
27 We 're never lonesome on dat house, for many cavalier
28 Come at our place mos' every night--especially Sun-day.

29 But tam I 'member bes' is w'en I 'm twenty wan year--me--
30 An' so for mak' some pleasement--we geev wan large soirée
31 De whole paroisse she be invite--de Curé he 's come too--
32 Wit plaintee peep from 'noder place--dat 's more I can tole you.

33 De night she 's cole an' freeze also, chemin she 's fill wit snow
34 An' on de chimley lak phantome, de win' is mak' it blow--
35 But boy an' girl come all de sam an' pass on grande parloir
36 For warm itself on beeg box stove, was mak' on Trois Rivières--

37 An' w'en Bonhomme Latour commence for tune up hees fidelle
38 It mak' us all feel very glad--l'enfant! he play so well,
39 Musique suppose to be firs' class, I offen hear, for sure
40 But mos' bes' man, beat all de res', is ole Bateese Latour--

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poem by William Henry Drummond
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The Party

DEY had a gread big pahty down to Tom's de othah night;
Was I dah? You bet! I neveh in my life see sich a sight;
All de folks f'om fou' plantations was invited, an' dey come,
Dey come troopin' thick ez chillun when dey hyeahs a fife an' drum.
Evahbody dressed deir fines'- Heish yo' mouf an' git away,
Ain't seen no sich fancy dressin' sence las' quah'tly meetin' day;
Gals all dressed in silks an' satins, not a wrinkle ner a crease,
Eyes a-battin', teeth a-shinin', haih breashed back ez slick ez grease;
Sku'ts all tucked an' puffed an' ruffled, evah blessed seam an' stitch;
Ef you'd seen 'em wif deir mistus, coul n't swahed to which was which.
Men all dressed up in Prince Alberts, swaller-tails 'u'd tek yo' bref!
I cain't tell you nothin' 'bout it, y' ought to seen it fu' yo'se'f.
Who was dah? Now who you askin'? How you 'spect I gwine to know?
You mus' think I stood an' coutned evahbody at de do.'
Ole man Babah's house-boy Isaac, brung dat gal, Malindy Jane,
Huh a-hangin' to his elbow, him a-struttin' wif a cane;
My, but Hahvey Jones was jealous! seemed to stick him lak a tho'n;
But he laughed with Viney Cahteh, tryin' ha'd to not let on,
But a pusson would 'a' noticed f'om de d'rection of his look,
Dat he was watchin' ev'ry step dat Ike an' Lindy took.
Ike he foun' a cheer an' asked huh: 'Won't you set down?' wif a smile,
An' she answe'd up a-bowin', 'Oh, I reckon 't ain't wuth while.'
Dat was jes' fu' style I reckon, 'cause she sot down jes' de same,
An' she stayed dah 'twell he fetched huh fu' to jine some so't o' game;
Den I hyeahd huh sayin' propah, ez she riz to go away,
'Oh, you raly mus' excuse me, fu' I hardly keers to play.'
But I seen huh in a minute wif de othahs on de flo',
An' dah was n't any one o' dem a-playin' any mo';
Comin' down de flo' a-bowin' an' a-swayin' an' a-swingin',
Puttin' on huh high-toned mannahs all de time dat she was singin';
'Oh, swing Johnny up an' down, swing him all aroun',
Swing Johnny up an' down, swing him all aroun',
Oh, swing Johnny up an' down, swing him all aroun',
Fa' you well, my dahlin'.'
Had to laff at ole man Johnson, he's a caution now, you bet-
Hittiin' clost onto a hunderd, but he's spry an' nimble yet;
He 'lowed how a-so't o-gigglin', 'I ain't ole, I'll let you see,
D'ain't no use in gittin' feeble, now you youngstahs jes' watch me,'
An' he grabbed ole Aunt Marier- weighs th'ee hunderd mo' er less,
An' he spun huh 'roun' de cabin swingin' Johnny lak de res'.
Evahbody laffed an' hollahed: 'Go it! Swing huh, Uncle Jim!'
An' he swung huh too, I reckon, lak a youngstah, who but him.
Dat was bettah'n young Scott Thomas, tryin' to be so awful smaht.
You know when dey gits to singin' an' dey comes to dat ere paht:
'In some lady's new brick house,
In some lady's gyahden.
Ef you don't let me out, I will jump out,
So fa' you well, my dahlin'.'
Den dey's got a circle 'roun' you, an' you's got to break de line;
Well, dat dahky was so anxious, lak to bust hisse'f a-tryin';

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poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Gwine to Run All Night, or De Camptown Races

1 De Camptown ladies sing dis song -- [Chorus] Doo-dah! doo-dah!
2 [Solo] De Camp-town race-track five miles long -- [Chorus] Oh! doo-dah day!
3 [Solo] I come down dah wid my hat caved in -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!
4 I go back home wid a pocket full of tin -- [Chorus] Oh! doo-dah day!

5 Gwine to run all night!
6 Gwine to run all day!
7 I'll bet my money on de bob-tail nag --
8 Somebody bet on de bay.

9 [Solo] De long tail filly and de big black hoss -- [Chorus] Doo-dah! doo-dah!
10 [Solo] Dey fly de track and dey both cut across -- [Chorus] Oh! doo-dah-day!
11 [Solo] De blind hoss sticken in a big mud hole -- [Chorus] Doo-dah! doo-dah!
12 [Solo] Can't touch bottom wid a ten foot pole -- [Chorus] Oh! doo-dah-day!

13 Gwine to run all night!
14 Gwine to run all day!
15 I'll bet my money on de bob-tail nag --
16 Somebody bet on de bay.

17 [Solo] Old muley cow come on to de track -- [Chorus] Doo-dah! doo-dah!
18 [Solo] De bob-tail fling her ober his back -- [Chorus] Oh! doo-dah-day!
19 [Solo] Den fly along like a rail-road car -- [Chorus] Doo-dah! doo-dah!
20 [Solo] Runnin' a race wid a shootin' star -- [Chorus] Oh! doo-dah-day!

21 Gwine to run all night!
22 Gwine to run all day!
23 I'll bet my money on de bob-tail nag --
24 Somebody bet on de bay.

25 See dem flyin' on a ten mile heat -- [Chorus] Doo-dah doo-dah!
26 Round de race track, den repeat -- [Chorus] Oh! doo-dah-day!
27 I win my money on de bob-tail nag -- [Chorus] Doo-dah! doo-dah!
28 I keep my money in an old tow-bag -- [Chorus] Oh! doo-dah-day!

29 Gwine to run all night!
30 Gwine to run all day!
31 I'll bet my money on de bob-tail nag --
32 Somebody bet on de bay.

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Beatles Medley

Were sergeant peppers lonely hearts club band
Were sorry but its time to go
Sergeant peppers one and only lonely hearts club band
We hope you did enjoy the show
Sergeant peppers lonely, sergeant peppers lonely
Sergeant peppers lonely hearts club band...
Sergeant peppers one and only lonely hearts club band!
Sergeant peppers one and only lonely hearts club band!
Sergeant peppers one and only lonely hearts club band!
Sergeant peppers one and only lonely hearts club band!
We were talking about the space between our song!
Aint nothing you can do that cant be done!
Its been a hard days night, I should be sleeping like a log!
Help! I need somebody!
Help!
Shes a big teaser!
She took me half the way there!
Lady madonna, baby at your breast!
Get back, get back
Get back to where you once belonged!
Get back, get back
Get back to where you once belonged!
She loves you yeah yeah yeah!
She loves you yeah yeah yeah!
She loves you yeah yeah yeah!
She loves you yeah!
Sergeant peppers one and only lonely hearts club band!
Nah nah nah nah nah nah!
Nah nah nah!
Hey jude!
Nah nah nah nah nah nah!
Nah nah nah!
Hey jude!
Nah nah nah nah nah nah!
Nah nah nah!
Hey jude!
Dah dah dah dah dah dah!
Dah dah dah!
Hey jude!
Dah dah dah dah dah dah!
Dah dah dah!
Hey jude!
Dah dah dah dah dah dah!
Dah dah dah!
Hey jude!
Hey jude!

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Maxime Labelle

Victoriaw: she have beeg war, E-gyp's de nam' de place--
An' neeger peep dat's leev 'im dere, got very black de face,
An' so she's write Joseph Mercier, he's stop on Trois Rivieres--
'Please come right off, an' bring wit' you t'ree honder voyageurs.

'I got de plaintee sojer, me, beeg feller six foot tall--
Dat's Englishman, an' Scotch also, don't wear no pant at all;
Of course, de Irishman's de bes', raise all de row he can,
But noboddy can pull batteau lak good Canadian man.

'I geev you steady job for sure, an' w'en you get 'im t'roo
I bring you back on Canadaw, don't cos' de man un sou,
Dat's firs'-class steamboat all de way Kebeck an' Leeverpool,
An' if you don't be satisfy, you mus' be beeg, beeg fool.'

We meet upon Hotel Dufresne, an' talk heem till daylight,
An' Joe he's treat so many tam, we very near get tight,
Den affer w'ile, we mak' our min' dat's not bad chance, an' so
Joseph Mercier he's telegraph, 'Correc', Madame, we go.'

So Joe arrange de whole beez-nesse wit' Queen Victoriaw;
Two dollar day--work all de tam--dat's purty good l'argent!
An' w'en we start on Trois Rivieres, for pass on boar' de ship,
Our frien' dey all say, 'Bon voyage,' an' den Hooraw! E-gyp'!

Dat beeg steamboat was plonge so moche, I'm 'fraid she never stop--
De Capitaine's no use at all, can't kip her on de top--
An' so we all come very sick, jus' lak one leetle pup,
An' ev'ry tam de ship's go down, de inside she's go up.

I'm sorry spoke lak dis, ma frien', if you don't t'ink it's so,
Please ax Joseph Mercier hese'f, or Aleck De Courteau,
Dat stay on bed mos' all de tam, so sick dey nearly die,
But lak' some great, beeg Yankee man, was never tole de lie.

De gang she's travel, travel, t'roo many strange contree,
An' ev'ry place is got new nam', I don't remember, me,
We see some fonny t'ing, for sure, more fonny I can tell,
But w'en we reach de Neel Riviere, dat's feel more naturel.

So many fine, beeg sojer man, I never see before,
All dress heem on grand uniform, is wait upon de shore,
Some black, some green, an' red also, cos' honder dollar sure,
An' holler out, 'She's all right now, here come de voyageurs!'

We see boss Generale also, he's ride on beeg chameau,
Dat's w'at you call Ca-melle, I t'ink, I laugh de way she go!
Jomp up, jomp down, jomp ev'ry place, but still de Generale
Seem satisfy for stay on top, dat fonny an-i-mal.

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When Albani Sang

Was workin' away on de farm dere, wan
morning not long ago,
Feexin' de fence for winter--'cos dat's
w'ere we got de snow!
W'en Jeremie Plouffe, ma neighbor, come
over an' spik wit' me,
'Antoine, you will come on de city,
for hear Ma-dam All-ba-nee?'

'W'at you mean?' I was sayin' right off, me,
'Some woman was mak' de speech,
Or girl on de Hooraw Circus, doin' high
kick an' screech?'
'Non--non,' he is spikin'--'Excuse me,
dat's be Ma-dam All-ba-nee
Was leevin' down here on de contree, two
mile 'noder side Chambly.

'She's jus' comin' over from Englan', on
steamboat arrive Kebeck,
Singin' on Lunnon an' Paree, an' havin'
beeg tam, I expec',
But no matter de moche she enjoy it, for
travel all roun' de worl',
Somet'ing on de heart bring her back here,
for she was de Chambly girl.

'She never do not'ing but singin' an' makin'
de beeg grande tour
An' travel on summer an' winter, so mus' be
de firs' class for sure!
Ev'ryboddy I'm t'inkin' was know her, an' I
also hear 'noder t'ing,
She's frien' on La Reine Victoria an' show
her de way to sing!'

'Wall,' I say, 'you're sure she is Chambly,
w'at you call Ma-dam All-ba-nee?
Don't know me dat nam' on de Canton--I hope
you're not fool wit' me?'
An' he say, 'Lajeunesse, dey was call her,
before she is come mariée,
But she's takin' de nam' of her husban'--I
s'pose dat's de only way.'

'C'est bon, mon ami,' I was say me, 'If I get
t'roo de fence nex' day
An' she don't want too moche on de monee den
mebbe I see her play.'
So I finish dat job on to-morrow, Jeremie he

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Camptown Races

De Camptown ladies sing dis song -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!
De Camptown racetrack five miles long -- Oh! doo-dah day!
I come down dah wid my hat caved in -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!
I go back home wid a pocket full of tin -- Oh! doo-dah day!

Chorus

Gwine to run all night! Gwine to run all day!
I'll bet my money on de bob-tail nag -- Somebody bet on de bay!

De long tail filly and de big black hoss -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Dey fly de track and dey both cut across -- Oh! doo-dah day!
De blind hoss sticken in a big mud hole -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Can't touch bottom wid a ten foot pole -- Oh! doo-dah day!

Chorus

Old muley cow come on to de track -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!
De bob-tail fling her ober his back -- Oh! doo-dah day!
Den fly along like a rail-road car -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Runnin' a race with a shootin' star -- Oh! doo-dah day!

Chorus

Seen dem flyin' on a ten mile heat -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Round de race track, den repeat -- Oh! doo-dah day!
I win my money on de bob-tail nag -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!
I keep my money in an old tow-bag -- Oh! doo-dah day!

Chorus

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Mon Frere Camille

Mon frere Camille he was first class blood
W'en he come off de State las' fall,
Wearin' hees boot a la mode box toe
An' diamon' pin on hees shirt also
Sam' as dem feller on Chi-caw-go;
But now he 's no blood at all,
Camille, mon frere.

W'at 's makin' dat change on mon frere
Camille?
Wall! lissen for minute or two,
An' I 'll try feex it up on de leetle song
Dat 's geevin' some chance kin' o' help it
along
So wedder I'm right or wedder I'm wrong
You 'll know all about heem w'en I get
t'roo,
Mon frere Camille.

He never sen' leter for t' orteen year
So of course he mus' be all right
Till telegraph 's comin' from Kan-Ka-Kee
'I 'm leffin' dis place on de half pas't'ree
W'at you want to bring is de beg' buggee
An' double team sure for me t' orsday night
Ton frere Camille.'

I wish you be dere w'en Camille arrive
I bet you will say 'W'at 's dat?'
For he 's got leetle cap very lak tuque bleu
Ole habitant 's wearin' in bed, dat's true,
An' w'at do you t'ink he carry too?
Geev it up? Wall! small valise wit' de fine
plug hat.
Mon frere Camille.

'Very strange.' I know you will say right off,
For dere 's not'ing wrong wit' hees clothes,
An' he put on style all de bes' he can
Wit' diamon' shinin' across hees han'
An' de way he's talkin' lak Yankee man
Mus' be purty hard on hees nose,
Mon frere Camille.

But he 's splain all dat about funny cap,
An' tole us de reason w'y,
It seem no feller can travel far,
An' specially too on de Pullman car,
'Less dey wear leetle cap only 'cos dollarre,
Dat 's true if he never die,

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Slam Harder

Who'da thought we'd need ya? (Who'da thought we'd need ya?)
Back there where we need ya? (Back there where we need ya?)
Yeah we tease him a lot, cause we got him on the spot
Welcome back.. welcome back, welcome back, welcome back.
[Onyx]
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah!
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
[Fredro Starr]
Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!)
All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
Slam Harder!
Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!)
All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
Slam Harder!
[Onyx]
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
[Fredro Starr]
Aiyyo we back in the e-say
The game is over, it's a rap
It's a ree-zay, straight like dat
It's a good look, we put, hardcore on the map
Ten years to be exact, still throwin up gats
See a thug on the TV, and chicks dig that
But we rap for them streets where them thugs play at
So

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Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah

Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah
Zip-A-Dee-A
Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah
Zip-A-Dee-A
Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah
Zip-A-Dee-A
My oh my, what a wonderful day
Plenty of sunshine heading my way
Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah
Zip-A-Dee-A
Zip-Zip-Zip Oooh, Zip
Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah
Zip-A-Dee-A
My oh my, what a wonderful day
Plenty of sunshine heading my way
Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah
Zip-A-Dee-A
Mister bluebird on my shoulder
It's the truth
It's factual
Everything is satisfactual
Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah
Zip-A-Dee-A
Wonderful feeling
Wonderful day
Zip-Zip-Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah
(Zip-Zip-Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah)
Zip-Zip-Zip-A-Dee-A
(Zip-Zip-Zip-A-Dee-A)
Zip-Zip-Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah
(Zip-Zip-Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah)
Zip-Zip-Zip-A-Dee-A
(Zip-Zip-Zip-A-Dee-A)
Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah
Zip-A-Dee-A
Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah
Zip-A-Dee-A
Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah
Zip-A-Dee-A
Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah
Zip
Zip-Zip-Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah
(Zip-Zip-Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah)
Zip-Zip-Zip-A-Dee-A
(Zip-Zip-Zip-A-Dee-A)
Zip-Zip-Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah
(Zip-Zip-Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah)
Zip-Zip-Zip-A-Dee-A
(Zip-Zip-Zip-A-Dee-A)
Zip-Zip-Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah

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De Stove Pipe Hole

Dat's very cole an' stormy night on Village St. Mathieu,
W'en ev'ry wan he's go couché, an' dog was quiet, too--
Young Dominique is start heem out see Emmeline Gourdon,
Was leevin' on her fader's place, Maxime de Forgeron.

Poor Dominique he's lak dat girl, an' love her mos' de tam,
An' she was mak' de promise--sure--some day she be his famme,
But she have worse ole fader dat's never on de worl',
Was swear onless he's riche lak diable, no feller's get hees girl.

He's mak' it plaintee fuss about hees daughter Emmeline,
Dat's mebbe nice girl, too, but den, Mon Dieu, she's not de queen!
An' w'en de young man's come aroun' for spark it on de door,
An' hear de ole man swear 'Bapteme!' he's never come no more.

Young Dominique he's sam' de res',--was scare for ole Maxime,
He don't lak risk hese'f too moche for chances seein' heem,
Dat's only stormy night he come, so dark you cannot see,
An dat's de reason w'y also, he's climb de gallerie.

De girl she's waitin' dere for heem--don't care about de rain,
So glad for see young Dominique he's comin' back again,
Dey bote forget de ole Maxime, an' mak de embrasser
An affer dey was finish dat, poor Dominique is say--

'Good-bye, dear Emmeline, good-bye; I'm goin' very soon,
For you I got no better chance, dan feller on de moon--
It's all de fault your fader, too, dat I be go away,
He's got no use for me at all--I see dat ev'ry day.

'He's never meet me on de road but he is say 'Sapré!'
An' if he ketch me on de house I'm scare he's killin' me,
So I mus' lef' ole St. Mathieu, for work on 'noder place,
An' till I mak de beeg for-tune, you never see ma face.'

Den Emmeline say 'Dominique, ma love you'll alway be
An' if you kiss me two, t'ree tam I'll not tole noboddy--
But prenez garde ma fader, please, I know he's gettin ole--
All sam' he offen walk de house upon de stockin' sole.

'Good-bye, good-bye, cher Dominique! I know you will be true,
I don't want no riche feller me, ma heart she go wit' you.'
Dat's very quick he's kiss her den, before de fader come,
But don't get too moche pleasurement--so 'fraid de ole Bonhomme.

Wall! jus' about dey're half way t'roo wit all dat love beez-nesse
Emmeline say, 'Dominique, w'at for you're scare lak all de res?
Don't see mese'f moche danger now de ole man come aroun','
W'en minute affer dat, dere's noise, lak' house she's fallin' down.

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poem by William Henry Drummond
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The Old House And The New

Is it only twelve mont' I play de fool,
You're sure it 's correc' , ma dear?
I 'm glad for hearin' you spik dat way
For I t'ink it was twenty year,
Since leffin' de leetle ole house below,
I mak' wit' ma own two han'
For go on dat fine beeg place, up dere-
Mon Dieu! I'm de crazy man!

You 'member we 're not very riche, cherie,
Dat tam we 're beginnin' life!
Mese'f I'm twenty, an' you eighteen
W'en I 'm bringin' you home ma wife,
Many de worry an' troub' we got
An' some of dem was n't small,
But not very long dey bodder us
For we work an' forget dem all.

An' you was de savin' woman too,
Dere 's nobody beat you dere!
An' I laugh w'en I t'ink of de tam you go
Over on Trois Rivieres
For payin' de bank -you know how moche
We 're owin' for dat new place
W 'at was he sayin' de nice young man
Smilin' upon hees face

W'en he got dat monee was all pure gole
Come down on your familee
For honder year an' mebbe more?
'Ma-dame you 're excusin' me,
But w'ere was you gettin' dis nice gole coin
Of Louis Quatorze, hees tam
Wit' hees face on back of dem ev 'ry wan?
For dey 're purty scase now, Ma-dam?'

An' you say 'Dat 's not'ing at all M'sieu
Ma familee get dem t'ing,
I suppose it's very long tam ago,
W'en Louis Quatorze is King,
An' I'm sorry poor feller he 's comin' dead
An' not leevin here to-day
'Cos man should be good on hees frien', M'sieu'
W'en de monee he mak' dat way.'

Yass, ev 'ry wan know we 're workin' hard
An' savin' too all dem year,
But nobody see us starve ourse'f
Dere 's plaintee to eat, don 't fear-
Bimeby our chil'ren dey 're growin' up

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Faith-walkin People

Well, it seems with you
There is something new
Every time I turn around.
Oh, I never really know quite what to expect,
But it wont get me down.
cause I know you bring
Each and everything
Just to teach me how to live.
And the secret of it all is trusting in you,
And the wisdom you give.
So say goodbye to the feelings,
cause the feelings go away.
Say goodbye to the people,
cause the people never stay.
And say goodbye to the future,
When it blinds you to today.
And say goodbye to the reasoning
Thats standing in the way,
Oh, weve got to break away.
Break away to be
Faith-walkin people,
You cant rely on everything you feel.
Faith-talkin people,
We must discern whats really real.
Faith-walkin people,
You cant believe in everything you see.
Faith-talkin people,
Seems like such a mystery.
Daaa...da ba da dah-dat dah.
Da ba dah...da ba da dah-dat dah.
Da ba lat-dah dat dah.
But in all the earth
There is nothing worth
Half as much as life with you.
cause the people and things were countin on here,
Theyre gonna pass away too.
But I dont understand
Everything hes been,
But I dont really have to know.
cause hes giving me a joy thats filling my heart,
But Ive learned to let go.
So say goodbye to the feelings,
cause the feelings go away.
Say goodbye to the people,
cause the people never stay.
And say goodbye to the future,
When it blinds you to today.
And say goodbye to the reasoning
Thats standing in the way,
Oh, weve got to break away.

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