Utah Urban Pioneers Music Archives (1980-1990)

Music collection and performance sets of Polly Stewart

A collection of folk song lyrics

SAMPSON AND DELILAH The Dick Cummings Version 'Twas in the days of the Philistines so history does relate, Young Sampson met all comers in his class and in his weight. He swung a mean and wicked right, he never missed a chance to fight, ^And yet they say that one dark night our Sammy met his fate. Delilah was the sprightliest of all the village vamps, And on the manly charms of Sam she cast her luring l.mps. "I like a manly man," she'd say. Her work was clever for her day. Young Sammy felt the same old way as all the other champs. "Now please don't think me inquisitive and please don't take me wrong, But tell your dear Delilah, Sam, what makes you big and strong." "My strength it lies within my hair. I have not felt the barber's chair. No man can beat me while I wear my hair and whiskers long." That night our dear Delilah did a most artistic job. "I hate to trim this hayseed guy," she murmured with a sob. She started with a royal shampoo, she shaved his hair and whiskers too, And then she gave this rising champ the fashion of the bob. Next morning when young Sam awoke, he scarce had strength to rise. "That doggone dame has done me dirt," he murmured with surprise. "I gotta cut out the bedroom scenes; I gotta lay off the movie queens." When in rushed all the Philistines and plucked out both his eyes. They put Sam on the vitaphone; they tied him down with chains. They called in all the local youths and all the local Janes. "Why don't you comb your hair a bit; why don't you put a wave in it?" The villagers had a pretty wit but some were short on brains. They tied Sam to the pillars; they were standing by his side, When with one mighty awful heave he cast them far and wide. The whole damn house came tumbling down. The villagers were lying dead. "Now that brought down the house," he said, and turned around and died. 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I .... •• -4 ·:~ .., Q ....1 w :c z ::c 0 ~ >- DQ co ~2~ .Q...c :ow ' .no' I <W .: :r: ~-I illi~ Jo z<:._ ., Woaz Uwo . z :c"' <Ct-~ Q ....! woo :cza..... <tz:: >- <l: UJ w U) -0::: 4 LaJ ~ ~ ., -< I Abdullah Bul-Bul Amir* ~--U J. gg_J J lr 4¥1 Oh the sons of the pro-phet were val- iant and brave And quite un - ac-customed to fear, brav - est by far in the ranks of the ~ J t ffLL!jJ 2 ;J 1:J H shah, was Ab - dul - lah Bul-Bul A - mir. When they needed a man to encourage the van Or harass the foe from the rear, Or storm a redoubt, they had only to shout For Abdullah Bul-Bul Amir. I There are men of renown and well known to fame In the army that's led by the czar, But the best known of all was a man by the name Of Ivan Petrovsky Skivar. *Sometimes known as Abdul Aj3ul-Bul Amir. 3 4 Abdullah Bul-Bul Amir He could imitate Irving, play poker and pool, And strum on the Spanish guitar; In fact quite the cream of the Muscovite team, Was Ivan Petrovsky Skivar. One day this bold Russian he shouldered his gun And with his most truculent sneer, Was looking for fun when he happened to run Upon Abdullah Bul-Bul Amir. "Young man/~ "said Bul-Bul, "is existence so dull That you're anxious to end yo'ur career? For infidel know you have trod on the toe Of Abdullah Bul-Bul Amir." Said Ivan, "My friend, your remarks in the end Will avail you but little, I fear, For you never will survive to repeat them alive, Mr. Abdullah Bul-Bul Amir." "0, take one last look at this cool shady nook, And send your regrets to the czar. By which I imply you are going to die, Mr. Ivan Petrovsky Skivar." Then this haughty Mameluke drew his trusty skibouk, And shouting "Allah Akbar," And on murder bent he ferociously went For Ivan Petrovsky Skivar. As Abdullah's long knife was extracting the life, In fact, as he shouted "Huzzah," He felt himself struck by that wily Kalmuck, Count I van Petrovsky Skivar. The Sultan rode up the disturbance to quell, Expecting the victor to cheer, But he only drew nigh to hear the last sigh, Of Abdullah Bul-Bul Amir. Abdullah Bul-Bul Amir 5 Czar Petrovich too, in his uniform blue Rode up in his new crested car, ' He arrive~ just in time to exchange a last line With I van Petrovsky Skivar. On a stone by the banks where the Danube doth roll Engraved in characters clear, Is "Stranger, remember to pray for the soul, Of Abdullah Bul-Bul Amir." · A Muscovite maid her long vigil doth keep, Alone 'neath the cold northern star, ' And the name that she murmurs in vain as she weeps, Is I van Petrovsky Skivar. Srvy y v"\ * J A/wv^n *> £ A -^ »/v\ BREKD AND ROSES As we go marching, marching in the beauty of the day, A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses, For the peonle hear us singing: Bread and roses, bread and roses. As we go marching, marching, we battle too for men, For they are women's children and we mother them again. Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until lofe closes; Heairts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses. As we go marching, marching, unnumbered women dead Go crying through our singing their ancient call for bread. Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew Yes, it is bread we fight for-but we fight for roses too As we go marching, marching we bring the greater days. The rising of the women means the rising of the race. No more the drudge and idler--ten that toil whene one reposes But a sharing of life's glories; Bread and roses, bread and roses. Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes; Hearts starve as well as bories; gread and roses, bread and roses. DRIVE DULL CARE AWAY. From Joe Hickerson1 s album of the same name, Folk Legacy 1976. 0 why should we at our lot complain or griubve at our distress? Some think if they could riches gain 'twould be true happiness But alas how vain is all their strife. Life's cares it will not allay So while we're here with our friends so dear we'll drive dull care away. CHO: Away, away, away, away. We will drive dull care away And wfrile we're here with our friends so dear we'll drive dull care away. Why should the rich despise the noor, why should the poor repine? I.Tien we shall all in a few short years in equal fridndhhip join They're both to blame, the^r're all the same, we are all made of one clay So while we're here with our friends so dear we'll drive dull care a\«jay. CHO. The only circumstance in life that I could ever find To conquer care or temper's strife was a contented mind With this in store we have much more than all things else can convey So while we're here with our friends so dear we'll drive dull care away. CMC. So let ui make the best of life, not rendering it a curse But take it as you would a wife, for better or for worse Life at its best is but a jest, like a dreary winter's day So while we're here with our friends so dear we'll drive dull care avjay, CHO. THE LARKS THEY SAND MELODIOUS. It was pleasant and delightful on a bright surmer's morn The green fields and the meadows they were buried in corn And the blackbirds and the thsushes sang from every green tree And the larks they sang melodious at the dawning of the day. (CHO.) Well a sailor and his true love came a-walking that way Said the sailor to his true love, I am bound far away I am bound for the West Indies where the wild cannon roar And I'm bound to leave my Nancy, she's the girl I adore (CHO.) Said the sailor to his true love, Well, I must be on my way Our topsails are set and our anchors are weighed Our good ship stands a-waiting for the _____>__: first flowing tide And if ever I return again I'll make you me bride. (CIIO.) Pell a ring from offen her finger she in_*antly drew Saying, Take this dearest William and me heart shall go too And as they stood embracing tears from her eyes fell 0 may I go along with you? 0 no my love, farewell. (CHO.) It was pleasant znd delightful on a bright summer's day The green fields and the meadows they were buried in hay And the blackbirds and the thrushes sang from every green tree And the larks they sang inelodious at the dying of the day. (CHO.) \4> ( M - ff ^Mf*V* L*J>AAC* 2.04 Utftt ¥W- it l 0n>/yl£,U<s t OuW + *Jrt< AHA. . <_. l?7t> - ^La-caJL Lxxyju "JI/^AJL l*)ti* Arva5"fa. i<x- (_0e>A__S" l6/2P* /OF SiaOS38 ? S131QH 0 why should we of our lot complain or grieve at our distress? 1 \ ·~ Some think if they could but riches gain 'twould be true happiness ~'1 Alas how vain is all their strife, life's cares 'twill not allay And while we're here with our friends so dear we' ll drive dull care away. Why should the rich despise the poor, why should the poor repine? ~~ For we will all in a few short years in equal friendship join t They're both to blame, they're all the same; we are all made of one clay And while we're here with our friends so dear we'll drive dull care away. The only circumstance in life that ever I could find To conquer care and temper$1:life as.a contented mind. With this in store we have much more than all t · gs else will convey And while we're here with our friends so dear we'll drive dull care away