Old Faithful 

Ol’ Faithful,
We rode the range together.
Ol’ Faithful,
In every kind of weather.
When your round-up days are over,
There’ll be pastures white with clover,
For you, ol’ faithful pal o’ mine.
Hurry up, ol’ feller,
Cos the moon is yeller tonite.
Hurry up, ol’ feller,
cos’ the moon is meller and bright.
There’s a coyote a’howling
To the moon above,
So carry me back to the one I love.
Hurry up ol’ feller,
Cos we’ve gotta get home tonight.

Old Man River

Negroes all work on the Mississippi,
Negroes all work while the white folks play.
Pulling those boats from the dawn to sunset,
Getting no rest ‘til the Judgment Day. 
Don’t look up and don’t look down.
You know that makes the white boss frown.
Bend your knees and bow your head
And pull that rope until you’re dead.
Let me go way from the Mississippi,
Let me go way from the white man boss.
Show me that stream called the River Jordan.
That’s the old stream that I longs to cross.Ol’ Man River,
That Ol’Man River,
He must know somethin’
But he don’t say nothin’.
He jest keeps rollin,
He  keeps on rollin’ along.
He don’t plant taters,
He don’t plant cotton,
And them that plants ‘em
Is soon forgotten.
But Ol’ Man River
He jest keeps rollin’ along. You and me, we sweat and strain,
Body all achin’ and wracked with pain.
Tote that barge, lift that bale,
Get a little drunk and you land in jail.
I gets weary and sick of tryin’.
I’m tired of livin’ and feared of dyin’.
But Ol’ Man River,
He jest keeps rollin’ along. 

Old Folks at Home

Way down upon the Swanee River,
Far , far from home.
Dat’s where ma heart is turnin’ ever.
Dat’s where the old folks stay.
All up and down the old creation, sadly I roam.
Still longin’ for the old plantation
And for the old folks at home.

Chorus:
All the world am sad and weary
Everywhere I roam.
Oh, darkies, how ma heart grows weary
Far from the old folks at home.

All round the little farm I wandered.
When I was young.
There’s many a day I squandered,
 There’s many a song I’ve sung.

(Chorus)
When I was playing with my brudder,
Happy was I.
Oh, take me to my kind old mudder.
There let me live and die.
(Chorus)

Old Dog Tray

The morn of life is past
And evenin’ comes at last.
It brings me a dream of a once happy day.
Of merry forms I’ve  seen
Upon the village green,
Sportin’ with my old dog Tray.

        
Chorus:
Old dog Tray’s ever faithful,
Grief cannot drive him away.
He’s gentle, he is kind.
I’ll never, never find
A better friend than old dog Tray.
The forms I call my own,
Have vanished one by one,
The loved ones, the dear ones,
Have all passed away.
Their happy smiles have flown,
Their gentle voices gone.
I’ve nothing left but old dog Tray.
    (Chorus)

When thoughts recall the past,
His eyes are on me cast.
I know that he feels
What my breaking heart would say.
Although he cannot speak,
I’ll vainly, vainly seek
A better friend than old dog Tray.
(Chorus)

Old Black Joe

Gone are the days
When ma heart was young and gay.
Gone are my friends
From the cotton fields away.
Gone from the earth,
To a better land, I know.
I hear their gentle voices calling
“Old Black Joe”.

Chorus:
I’m comin’, I’m comin”,
For ma head is bending low.
I hear those gentle voices calling
“Old Black Joe”.

Where are the hearts,
Once so happy and so free.
The children so dear,
 
That I held upon my knee.
Gone to the shore
Where my soul has longed to go.
I hear their gentle voices calling
“Old Black Joe”
(Chorus)

The Song of the Flea

Once on a time was a king
Who owned a handsome flea.
A flea, a flea.
His love for that small insect
Was wonderful to see
A flea. Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
A flea. Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho
A flea.
He called the royal tailors.
Who toiled for days and nights
To make the flea a doublet
And fancy purple tights. He He He

Purple tights Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho
A flea.  Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
A flea.  He He He He He He
Purple tights.
So clad in silks and satin
He’d jump and skip and crawl.
He strutted through the palace
With servants at his call.
Ha Ha Ha
He He He  a flea.
He He He  Ha Ha Ha
A flea.
They covered him with medals.
With gems his head was crowned.
His friends and his relations
Came swarming all around.
Ha Ha
Ambassadors and lackeys
And queens both poor and rich,
And all the proud handmaidens
Were pestered with the itch.
Ha Ha Ha. Now you and I don’t worry
For fleas are easy to catch.
But think of those poor courtiers.
They weren’t allowed to scratch.
(maniacal laughter to the end).