American Medley

The sun shines bright on my Old Kentucky Home
'Tis summer, the ducks are gay
The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom
While the birds make music all the day

The camptown ladies sing this song oh doo-dah,oh doo-dah
The camptown race track's five miles long oh doo,oh doo-dah day
Goin' to run all night goin' to run all day
I'll bet my money on the bobtail nag somebody bet on the bay

She'll be coming round the mountain
When she comes
She'll be coming round the mountain
When she comes
She'll be coming round the mountain
Coming round the mountain
Coming round the mountain
When she comes

Way down upon the Swanee River, far far away
There's where my heart is turning ever
There's where the old folks stay

I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee
I'm going to Louisiana, my true love for to see
Oh, Susanna! Don't you cry for me
I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee

Over there, over there
Send the word, send the word over there
That the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming
The drums rum-tumming everywhere
So prepare, say a prayer
Send the word, send the word to beware
We'll be over, we're coming over
And we won't come back till it's over over there

Anchors Aweigh, my boys
Anchors Aweigh
Farewell to foreign shores
We sail at break of day-ay-ay-ay
Through our last night ashore
Drink to the foam
Until we meet once more
Here's wishing you a happy voyage home