The Song Of All Songs

As you`ve walked trough the town on a fine summer`s day,
The subject I´ve got, you have seen, I dare say;
Upon fences and railings, where ever you go,
You`l see the penny ballads sticking up, in a row;
The titles to read you may stand for a while,
And some are so odd, they will cause you to smile;
I notted them down as I read them along,
And I`ve put them together to make up my song.
Old songs! New songs! Ev`ry kind of song,
I noted them down as I read them along.

There was Abraham`s Daughter Going out upon a spree,
With Old Uncle Snow In the Cottage by the sea;
If your foot is pretty, show it At Lanigan`s Ball;
And Why did she leave him on the raging Canawl?
There`s Bonnie Annie with jockey hat and feather;
I don`t think much of you We were boys and girls to geth`r
Do they think of me at home? I`ll be free and easy still;
Give us now a good Commander with The Sword`o Bunker Hill.
Old songs! New songs! Ev`ry kind of song,
I noted them down as I read them along.

When this Cruel War is over, No Irish need apply,
For, every thing is lovely, and the goose hangs high;
The Young Gal from New Jersey, Oh, wilt thou be my bride?
And Oft in the Stilly Night We`ll all take a ride.
Let me kiss him for his Mother, He`s a Gay Young Gambolier;
I´m going to fight mit Sigel and Bully Lagerbier.
Hunkey Boy is Yankee Doodle When the Cannons loudly roar,
We are coming, Father Abraham, six hundred thousand more!
Old songs! New songs! Ev`ry kind of song,
I noted them down as I read them along.

By: Stephen Foster