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Ampère's Law
03:36
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2. |
Mosé Salió De Misrayim
05:15
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Mosé salió de Misrayim, huyendo del rey Paró
Fuese derecho a Midian, encontróse con Yitro
Dió le así por la su hija, porqu'era temiente de Dio
Mosé pasaba el ganado que su suegro le entrego
Y al pasando su ganado, al monte de Horeb llego
Asientóse en una piedra, esperando ver al Dio
Oió una voz que decia, "Mosé, Mosé mi sirvo,
Descalza de tus zapatos, qu'en lugar santo estas tu."
"Vete derecho a Misrayim, dile al rey Paró
Que te entregue a mi pueblo, a mi pueblo Hebreo
"Y si no te lo entregaré, castigarle quiero yo
Con diez plagas que le mande, pa' que sepa quien soy yo."
Hodu l'Adonai ki tov, ki leolam chasdo
Alabado sea su nombre, por que siempre bien nos dó
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3. |
A Rat In Her Pocket
05:34
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In the Tower of London, large as life
the ghost of Anne Boleyn walks, they declare
For Anne Boleyn was once King Henry's wife
until he had the axe-man bob her hair
Ah yes, he done her wrong long years ago
And she comes back each night to tell him so
Chorus:
With her head tucked underneath her arm
she walks the bloody tower.
With her head tucked underneath her arm
at the midnight hour.
She's gonna find King Henry, she's giving him what for
Gadzooks she's gonna tell him off for having spilled her gore
And just in case the axe-man wants to give her an encore
She's got her head tucked underneath her arm
Chorus
Along the drafty corridors, for miles and miles she goes
She sometimes catches cold, poor dear, it's chilly when it blows
And it's awfully awkward for the queen when she has to blow her nose
With her head tucked underneath her arm
Chorus
Now sometimes old King Henry throws a spread
For all his pals and gals, the ghostly crew
The axe-man carves the joints and cuts the bread
When in walks Anne Boleyn to spoil the do
She holds her head up with a wild war whoop
And Henry cries, "Don't drop it in the soup!"
Chorus
One day she found King Henry, and he was in the castle bar
And he said, "Are you Jane Seymour, Anne Boleyn, or Catherine Parr?
"Well how the heck am I supposed to figure who you are,
"When you've got your head tucked underneath your arm?"
Chorus (2x)
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5. |
Homeless Wassail
03:40
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6. |
Whirly Whorl
06:33
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Oh the very first wedding I's bridesmaid at was on a Saturday
There was plenty of lively fun and likewise sporting and play
The bells were rung and us girls we sung and it's to the church we went all
And the bride's off to bed with the silly old groom to play at the whirly whorl
Well first she modestly turned her back, and then she turned her front
And long she wished for kindliness, but kindness she got none
At last she took him all in her arms and threw him against the wall
Saying "Are you there, you silly old devil, you've lost your whirly whorl."
"Oh, woe be to my mother," she said, "she's done to me much ill,
She's married me to this silly old devil, it's all against my will
But I'll dress myself in my coat of green, my feathery bonnet and all
I'll find a young man all of my own to play at the whirly whorl."
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When Britain really ruled the waves--
(In good Queen Bess's time)
The House of Peers made no pretence
To intellectual eminence,
Or scholarship sublime;
Yet Britain won her proudest bays
In good Queen Bess's glorious days!
Yes, Britain won …
CHORUS: Yes, Britain won …
When Wellington thrashed Bonaparte,
As every child can tell,
The House of Peers, throughout the war,
Did nothing in particular,
And did it very well:
Yet Britain set the world ablaze
In good King George's glorious days!
Yes, Britain set …
CHORUS: Yes, Britain set …
And while the House of Peers withholds
Its legislative hand,
And noble statesmen do not itch
To interfere with matters which
They do not understand,
As bright will shine Great Britain's rays
As in King George's glorious days!
As bright …
CHORUS: As bright …
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8. |
Romanian Fantasy #1
04:44
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9. |
Mr Faare Mit Dr SBB
05:11
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Fahren Mit der SBB (German)
Wir fahren mit der SBB
ins grüner land hinein,
und wer nicht mit uns reisen will
der bleibe schön daheim.
Der blaue himmel lacht dazu
vom Rhein- zum Rhonestrand.
Wir fahren mit der SBB
im schönen Schweizerland.
Sind wir am Ziele angelangt
so wandern wir die Höh'n,
und singen "Lieber Schweizerland,
wie bist du doch so schön!"
Dann kehren fröhlich wir zurück,
gebräunt vom sonnenschein,
und fahren mit der SBB
gemütlich wieder heim.
Mr faare mit dr SBB (Swiss)
Mr faare mit dr SBB
do simmer nit ellei
und war nit mit ys faare wott
da blybt halt denn dehei
dr blaui Himmel lacht derzu-e
fom Rhy zum Rhone-schtrand
mr faare mit dr SBB
im schöne Schvyzerland
Und simmer denn am Zyl aako
fo nöcher oder färn
do singe mr lieb Schvyzerland,
wie hämmer di so gärn!
Am Oobe goots den frölig zrugg,
dr Dag isch brächtig xii
mr faare mit dr SBB
und laaden euch au y!
Riding on the SBB
We're riding on the SBB [Swiss National Railway]
Throughout the lush countryside,
and whomever doesn't wish to come along
can jolly well stay home.
The blue sky laughs along with us
from the Rhine to the Rhone.
We're riding on the SBB
in beautiful Switzerland.
When we arrive at our destination
we wander through the heights,
singing "Beloved Switzerland,
how beautiful thou art!"
Then merrily we return,
tanned from the sun,
and ride again safely and comfortably
on the SBB back home.
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10. |
Sheath And Knife
06:34
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It is talked the world all over,
The king's daughter goes with child to her brother.
Go down to the broom no more.
He's brought his sister to the deer park,
Brought his bow and arrows fast to his back.
Go down …
She said: "When you hear me loudly cry,
Shoot your arrow and there let me lie."
"And when you see I am lying dead,
Bury me with a turf at my head."
Now when he heard his sister cry
His silver arrow he did let fly.
He's dug a grave that was long and deep,
And buried his sister with her babe at her feet.
When he came to his father's hall
There were music and minstrels and dancing and all.
"Son, oh son, what makes you so sad?
At such a meeting you might be glad."
"Father, oh father, I've lost a knife
I loved as dear as I loved my life."
"And I have lost a finer thing,
I lost the sheath that the knife was in."
"Hold your tongue and make no din.
I'll buy you a sheath and a knife therein."
"All the ships e'er sailed the sea
Won't bring such sheath and a knife to me."
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12. |
Por La Tu Puerta
05:56
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Por la tu puerta yo pasi
Te vide asentada
La yavedura yo bezi
Komo bezar tu kara
Aman, aman, gül pembe, gül pembe
Nebu yuzelik sende
No te nigez ke te bezi
Te tengo y abrasado
Komo'l dukado en el sarraf
Te tengo kulaneado
Aman, aman…
Ojos pretoz tienes tu
Por los mavis me muero
Kwando veyo los vedroliz
Kavo foya y m'enterro
Aman, aman…
[I Passed By Your Door]
I passed by your door.
I found you seated.
I kissed the lock
As if it were your face.
Oh pink rose,
How beautiful you are.
Don't deny that I've kissed you,
Or even that I've embraced you.
I hold you as close to me
As the banker holds his coin.
Your eyes are black,
For blue ones, I die.
When I see green ones,
I bury myself totally.
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