There's a storm across the valley, clouds are rollin' in
I sing a tale of a jealous male and a maid of sweet sixteen
In Scarlet town where I was born, There was a fair maid dwellin'
I won't sing of sherbert and water for sherbert and beer do not rhyme
Believe me if all those endearing young charms which I gaze on so fondly today
Who wipes me off when I get gravy on my shirt?
Bheir me o, horo van o
Salagadoola mechicka boola bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day
Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry,
In the twilight glow I see, Blue eyes cryin' in the rain
There was a troop of Irish dragoons Come marching down thru Fyvie, O
Bows and flows of angel hair
They are shifting Daddy's bones to build a sewer
Butterfingers, I let you go.
Cailin mo rùin-sa is leannan mo ghràidh,
In days of jade there lived a maid, a prostitute of low repute

Nah! there's just too many, I'm not through the letter 'C' yet.