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JUBILEE ROAD

cho: Jubilee road I can hear you callin, Jubilee road I can hear you talkin
Mississippi dream you got me walkin on Jubilee road
Yesterday's gone don't you understand, cottontop's grown to be a man
Big city sidewalk covers the sand on Jubilee road

Yesterday calls and my heart goes back,
Down the Mississippi by the railroad tracks
Where the corn and the taters and the cotton grows on Jubilee
road;
Back home folks used to call me cotton top,
Catching them catfish and skippin them rocks
Lord I'd give everything I got for Jubilee road

Walking down the street to my fishin hole,
Hot sand poppin up between my toes
Heaven was a place I used to know as Jubilee road
Grapevine swinging in the summertime,
laughin and singing with friends of mine
Life was good there all the time,on jubilee road

Now there ain't no cotton and there ain't no corn
Can't find the place where I was born
Everyones gone that i used to know on Jubilee road;
Workin like a fool for a dollar bill
I wanna go home but I never will
And in my mind I live there still on Jubilee road

JUBILEE
(Bill Staines)

cho: Jubilee, wasn't it a jubilee
Jubilee, wasn't it a jubilee
Well they were singin out together, they were shoutin revelry
Jubilee, Lord wasn't it a jubilee

Well they were dancing by the river, they were dancing by the sea
They were bouncing all the babies up and down upon their knee
They were laughing out happy they was cryin out free
Jubilee, Lord wasn't it a jubilee

They was bangin on the banjos they was playin on guitars
They were blowin out the bass notes on the crockery jars
They was slidin on the wadhboards bangin spoons upon their knee
Jubilee, Lord wasn't it a jubilee

They was comin from the valleys they was comin from the towns
They came to see the paddlewheels and the showboat clowns
They was comin from the farm lands they was comin from the sea
Jubilee, Lord wasn't it a jubilee

Now is'nt it a picture all these times gone by
Well he used to tell me stories with a twinkle in his eye
And i wished i could have been there as set upon his knee
Jubilee, Granddad, wasnt it a jubilee

JUBILEE SOVREIGN
as performed by Stanley Holloway

On Jubilee Day the Ramsbottoms
Invited relations to tea,
Including young Albert's grandmother-
An awkward old . . party, was she.
She'd seen Queen Victoria's accession
And `er wedding to Albert (the Good)
But she got quite upset when young Albert
Asked `er `ow she'd got on in the Flood.
She cast quite a damper on't party,
But she warmed up a bit after tea,
And gave Albert a real golden sovereign
She'd been saving since last Jubilee.
It `ad picture of Queen on't one side
And a dragon fight on the reverse,
And it smelled of camphor and cobwebs
Through being so long in `er purse.
Albert `andled the coin, and `e kissed it
And `e felt the rough edge with `is tongue;
For `e knew by the look of `is father
That it wouldn't be `is very long.
"I`ll show you a trick wi' that sovereign,"
Said Pa, `oo were `overin' near-
And `e took and pretended to eat it,
Then brought it back out of `is ear.
This magic filled Albert with wonder,
And before you could say "Uncle Dick",
`E'd got the coin back from `is father
And performed the first part of the trick.
When they all saw where the money `ad gone
With excitement the relatives burned;
And each one suggested some process
For getting the money returned.
Some were for fishing with tweezers,
While some were for shaking it out;
"If we only got back a few shillings,"
They said "`twould be better than nowt."
They tried `olding Albert `ead downward
And giving `is shoulders a clump-
`Till his uncle, `oo worked for a chemist
Said "There's nowt for it but stomach pump."
Well, they `adn't a stomach pump `andy,
But Pa did the best that `e could
With a bicycle pump that they borrowed
But that weren't nearly so good.
So off they went to the doctor
`Oo looked down `is throat with a glass;
`E said "This'll mean operation-
I fear that `e'll `ave to `ave gas."
"`Ow much is this `ere goin' to cost me?"
Said Father, beginning to squirm.
"I'm afraid that it comes out expensive-
The best gas is eight pence a therm.
There's my time, six shillings an hour;
You can't do these things in two ticks-
By rights I should charge you a guinea,
But I'll do it for eighteen and six."
"Wot, eighteen and six to get sovereign?"
Said Father, "That doesn't sound sense -
I'll tell you, you'd best keep young Albert
And give us the odd eighteen pence!"
The doctor concurred this arrangement,
But to this day he stands in some doubt
As to whether he's in eighteen shillings
Or whether he's eighteen pence out.

ALABAMA JUBILEE
(Jack Yellen, 1915)

Mandolins, violins,
Hear the darkies tunin' up, the fun begins.
Come this way. Don't delay.
Better hurry, honey dear, or you'll be missin'
Music sweet, ragtime treat,
Goes right to your head and trickles to your feet.
It's a reminder, a memory finder of nights down home in Alabam'.

CHO: You ought to see Deacon Jones when he rattles the bones,
Old Parson Brown foolin' roun' like a clown,
Aunt Jemima who is past eighty-three,
Shoutin', "I'm full o' pep! Watch yo' step, watch yo' step!"
One-legged Joe danced aroun' on his toe,
Threw away his crutch and hollered, "Let 'er go!"
Oh, honey, Hail! Hail! The gang's all here for an Alabama Jubilee.

Hear that flute, it's a beaut,
And the tunes it's tootin', tootsie, ain't they cute?
Let's begin. It's a sin
To be missin' all this syncopated music!
Oh, you Jane, once again
Give your legs some exercise to that refrain.
Boy, that's what makes me so dreamy and takes me back home to my old Alabam'.

CHO.

RING THOSE GOLDEN BELLS

There's a land beyond the river
THat they call the sweet forever
And you'll only reach that shore by faith's decree;
One by one we'll gain the portals
There to dwell with the immortals
Where they ring them golden bells for you and me.

Don't you hear those bells a-ringing?
Don't you hear the angels singing
And it's glory, hallelujah! Jubilee!
In that far-off sweet forever
Just beyond the silent river
Where they ring those golden bells for you and me.

THE IRISH JUBILEE

A short time ago an Irishman named Docherty
Was elected to the Senate by a very large majority

Sure he felt so elected that he went to Denis Cassidy
Who owned a bar room of a very large capacity

Arra, says Docherty go over to the brewer and order
A hundred kegs of lager beer and give it to the poor!

Then go over to the butchers shop and order up a ton of meat
Be sure the boys and girls have got all they want to drink and eat

They made me their senator, to show them all me gratitude
They'll have the finest supper ever given in the latitude

Tell them the music will be furnished by O'Rafferty
Assisted on the bagpipes by Felix Mick M'Cafferty

Sure whatever the expenses are, remember I'll put up the tin
And anyone who doesn't come, be sure and do not let them in

Now Cassidy at once sent out the invitations
And anyone who came was a credit to the nation

Some came on bicycles because they had no fares to pay
And all those that did not come, made up their minds to stay away

Two by three they all rushed in the dining hall
Young men and old men and girls that were not men at all

Blind men and deaf men and men who had the chickenpox
Single men and double men and men who had their glasses on

Well in a few minutes nearly every chair was taken
Till the taprooms and mushrooms were packed to suffocation

When everyone was seated and we started to lay out the feast
Cassidy says rise up and give us each a cake apiece

He then said as manager he would try and fill the chair
We then sat down and all looked over the bill of fare

Well there was pigs heads, goldfish, mocking birds and ostriches
Ice cream, cold cream, Vaseline and sandwiches

Blue fish, green fish, fishhooks and partridges
Fishballs, snowballs, cannonballs and cartridges

We ate oatmeal till we could hardly stirabout
Ketch-up and hurry-up, sweet-kraut and sauer-kraut

Dressed beef and naked beef and beef with all its trousers on
Soda crackers, fire crackers, Cheshire cheese with breeches on

Beefsteaks and mistakes were down upon the bill of fare
Roast ribs and spare ribs and ribs that we couldn't spare

Reindeer, snowdeer and dear me and antelope
The women ate so much melon ,the men said they cantaloupe

Red herrings, smoked herrings, herrings from old Erin's Isle
Bangor loaf and fruit cake and sausages a half a mile

Hot corn, cold corn, and corn cake and honey-comb
Red birds and red books, sea bass and sea foam

Fried liver, baked liver, Carter's little liver pills
And everyone was wondering who was going to pay the bill

Well we ate everything that was on the bill of fare
And then we looked on the back to see if any more was there

Well for dessert we had ice picks, tooth picks and a piece of
skipping rope
And we washed them all down with a big piece of shaving soap

The bad played hornpipes, gaspipes and Irish reels
And we danced to the music of "The wind that shakes the Barley
fields"

Then the piper played ould tunes and spittoons so very fine
Then in came fiddler Pat and gave to him a glass of wine

Arra a finer set of dancers you never set your eyes upon
And anyone who couldn't dance was dancing with their slippers on

Some danced jig steps door steps and highland flings
And Murphy took his penknife out and tried to cut the "Pigeon's
wings"

When the dance was over Cassidy told us all to join hands and sing
this good old chorus:

Should Old Acquaintance Be Forgot, who ever you may be
Lets think of the good ould times we had at the Irish Jubilee!

Lyr. Add: JUBILATE
AI Baker Thompson
Air: Old Dartmouth

We have come together to-night, Boys,
With hearts merry and light, Boys,
In accordance with our right, Boys
To have a jubilee, etc.
[To have a jubilee,
To have a jubilee,
To have a jubilee,
In accordance with our right, Boys,
To have a jubilee.]

Released from care and vexation,
And the pangs of recitation,
We're just in a situation
To have a jubilee, etc.

We've studied mathematical science,
In sulLen, reluctant compliance,
With "the laws" which we set at defiance
To have a jubilee, etc.

We loathe mathematicas artes,
Thesis et ictus et arsis,
In animo all of our class is,
To have a jubilee, etc.

Then fill up the bowl to the brim, Boys,
With brandy, nor wine, nor gin, Boys,
For these cause the brain to swim, Boys,
Hurrah for a jubilee, etc.

KINGDOM COMING
(Henry Clay Work)

Say, darkeys, hab you seen de massa,
Wid de muff-stash on his face,
Go long the road some time dis mornin'
Like he gwine to leab de place?
He seen a smoke, 'way up the ribber
Whar the Linkum gunboats lay;
He took his hat an' lef' berry sudden
An' I spec he's run away!

cho: De massa run? Ha ha!
De darkeys stay? Ho ho!
It mus' be now de kingdom comin'
An' de year ob Jubilo!

He six foot one way, two foot tudder,
An' he weigh tree hundred pound;
His coat so big, he couldn't pay de tailor,
An' it won't go half way round.
He drill so much dey call him Cap'n
An' he get so drefful tanned,
I spec he try and fool dem Yankees
For to t'ink he's contraband!

cho:

De darkeys feel so lonesome, libing
In de log-house on the lawn,
Dey move dar t'ings to massa's parlour,
For to keep it while he's gone.
Dar's wine an' cider in de kitchen,
An' de darkeys dey'll have some;
I spose dey'll all be confiscated
When de Linkum sojers come.

cho:

De oberseer he make us trouble
An he dribe us round a spell;
We lock him up in de smoke-house cellar
Wid de key trown in de well.
De whip is lost, de han-cuff broken
But de massa'll hab his pay;
He's ole enough, big enough, ought to known better
Dan to went an' run away.

WHUP JAMBOREE

Whup jamboree, whup jamboree,
Oh, a long-tailed sailor man comin' up behind!
Whup jamboree, whup jamboree,
Come an' get your oats, me son!

The pilot he looked out ahead,
The hands on the chain and the heavin of the lead,
And the old man roared to wake the dead,
Come and get your oats, me son!

Oh, now we see the Lizard light,
Soon, me boys, we'll heave in sight,
We'll soon be abreast of the Isle Of Wight,
Come and get your oats, me son!

Now when we get to the Blackwall docks,
Those pretty young girls come out in flocks,
With short-legged drawers and long tailed frocks,
Come and get your oats, me son!

Well, then we'll walk doon Limelight way,
And all the girls will spend our pay,
We'll not see more `til another day,
Come and get your oats, me son!

NB this is transcribed from the Rockapella version, not the Kingston Trio

Back to back Ha ha ha ha
Belly to belly Yes, my friends!
Back to back Ha ha ha ha
Belly to belly Say Huh!

It was a Zombie Jamboree
Took place in the New York cemetery
It was a Zombie Jamboree
Took place in the New York cemetery

Zombies from all parts of the island
Some of them were great Calypsonians
Since the season was Carnivale
They got together in Bacchanal, Huh!

And they were singing
Back to back Belly to belly
Well, I don't give a damn 'Cause I'm stone dead already
Back to back Belly to belly
It's a Zombie Jamboree

One female zombie, She wouldn't behave
See how she's dancing out of the grave
In one hand she's holding a quart of rum
The other hand was knocking a conga drum

You know the lead singer starts to make his rhyme
While the other zombies rockin' in time
One bystander, he had this to say
"It was a trip to see the zombies break away!" Shah!

And they were singing
Back to back Belly to belly
Well, I don't give a damn 'Cause I'm stone dead already
Back to back Belly to belly
It's a Zombie Jamboree

And they were singing
Back to back Belly to belly
Well, I don't give a damn 'Cause I'm stone dead already
Back to back Belly to belly
It's a Zombie Jamboree

Back to back Everyone, we sing!
Back to back And belly to belly
Then back to back A-One Two Three Four!
Hey hey hey hey hey

What a Zombie Jamboree
From Times Square to the Statue of Liberty
Uptown, Downtown, Zombie Jamboree
Oo woh oo woh woh yeah yeah

There's a high wire zom between the World Trades
A King Kong zombie on the Empire State
But the biggest zombies Tokyo to Rome
The zombies who call this city home!
Hah! What they do! Huh!

Back to back Belly to belly
Well, I don't give a damn 'Cause I'm stone dead already
Back to back Belly to belly
It's a Zombie Jamboree

And they were singing
Back to back Belly to belly
Well, I don't give a damn 'Cause I'm stone dead already
Back to back Belly to belly
It's a Zombie Jamboree We do the Limbo!

Back to back Belly to belly
Well, I don't give a damn 'Cause I'm stone dead already
Back to back Belly to belly
It's a Zombie Jamboree
Hey hey hey hey!
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