| Lyrics | Song |
| Tomorrow, at this hour, she will be far away | |
| Late last night when the squire came home | |
| Concerning of three young men One night in January | |
| All hail, thou mighty Queen of Heaven | |
| And if anyone should ask me the reason why I'm wearing it | |
| Lord Donald's wife came into the church, the gospel for to hear | |
| Meet me at the station don't be late | |
| Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving | |
| When my time is up I'm gonna see all my friends | |
| As I roved out one evening fair It bein' the summertime to take the air | |
| | Lyrics | Song |
| Long time have I travelled, and I cannot find none | |
| Tu dois rester la nuit | |
| I forbid you maidens all that wear gold in your hair | |
| Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel | |
| So be gone, you Jack Tar | |
| Oh Willie, dearest Willie, don't leave me here to mourn, | |
| Would she know where to smile, what to say? | |
| To lose all my senses, that's just so typically me | |
| Come all you fair and tender girls | |
| And when we got to Bleecker Street, we stopped at forty-four, | |
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