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Sujet: Folk Dim 7 Mai - 21:31

The Star Spangled Banner Oh say can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight Over the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming And the rockets' red glare the bombs bursting in air Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes What is that which the breeze o'er the towering steep As it fitfully blows now conceals, now discloses Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam N' full glory reflected now shines on the stream 'Tis the star spangled banner O long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has wiped out their foul footstep's pollution No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave And the star spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave

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Sujet: Re: Folk Dim 7 Mai - 21:39

Down by the riverside Gonna lay down my sword and shield Down by the riverside (ter) Gonna lay down my sword and shield Down by the riverside (bis) I ain't gonna study war no more,(bis) I ain't gonna study war no, study war no more. I ain't gonna study war no more.(ter) Gonna walk with the Prince of Peace Down by the riverside (ter) Gonna walk with the Prince of Peace Down by the riverside (bis) I ain't gonna study war no more,(bis) I ain't gonna study war no, study war no more. I ain't gonna study war no more (ter) Gonna put on my long white robe, Down By the riverside (ter) Gonna put on my long white robe, Down by the riverside (bis) I ain't gonna study war no more,(bis) I ain't gonna study war no, study war no more. I ain't gonna study war no more (ter) Gonna lay down my sword and shield Down by the riverside (ter) Gonna lay down my sword and shield Down by the riverside (bis) I ain't gonna study war no more,(bis) I ain't gonna study war no, study war no more. I ain't gonna study war no more (ter)

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Sujet: Re: Folk Dim 7 Mai - 21:44

Battle Hymn of the Republic Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored, He has loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword His truth is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps l can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps His day is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on. He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on. ln the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.

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Sujet: Re: Folk Dim 7 Mai - 23:18

Greensleeves Alas, my love, you do me wrong, To cast me off discourteously. For I have loved you well and long, Delighting in your company. Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves was my delight, Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady greensleeves. Your vows you’ve broken, like my heart, Oh, why did you so enrapture me? Now I remain in a world apart But my heart remains in captivity. Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves was my delight, Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady greensleeves. If you intend thus to disdain, It does the more enrapture me, And even so, I still remain A lover in captivity. Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves was my delight, Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady greensleeves. My men were clothed all in green, And they did ever wait on thee; All this was gallant to be seen, And yet you wouldst not love me. Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves was my delight, Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady greensleeves. You couldst desire no earthly thing, but still you hadst it readily. Your music still to play and sing; And yet you wouldst not love me. Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves was my delight, Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady greensleeves. Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu, To God I pray to prosper thee, For I am still thy lover true, Come once again and love me.

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Sujet: Re: Folk Dim 7 Mai - 23:25

The house of the rising sun There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun. It's been the ruin of many poor boy And me oh Lord am one. My mother is a tailor. She sews them new blue jeans. My father is a gambling man Down in New Orleans. The only time I seen him, With his suitcase and his trunk, The only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk. Go tell my baby sister, Not to do what I have done, But to shun that house in New Orleans, They call the Rising Sun. There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun. It's been the ruin of many poor boy And me oh Lord am one .

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Sujet: Re: Folk Dim 7 Mai - 23:27

Red River Valley From this valley they say you are going We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile For they say you are taking the sunshine That has brightened our path for a while Come and sit by my side if you love me Do not hasten to bid me adieu But remember the Red River Valley And the cowboy who loved you so true Won't you think of the valley you're leaving Oh how lonely, how sad it will be? Oh think of the fond heart you're breaking And the grief you are causing to me As you go to your home by the ocean May you never forget those sweet hours That we spent in the Red River Valley And the love we exchanged mid the flowers From this valley they say you are going We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile For they say you are taking the sunshine That has brightened our path for a while

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Sujet: Re: Folk Dim 7 Mai - 23:33

When the Saints go marching in Oh when the saints go marchin'in, Oh when the saints go marchin'in, Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marchin'in. I am just a lonesome traveler, Through this big wide world of sin; Want to join that grand procession, When the saints go marchin'in. Oh when the saints go marchin'in, (bis) Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marchin'in. All my folks have gone before me, All my friends and all my kin; But I'll meet with them up yonder, When the saints go marchin'in. Oh when the saints go marchin'in, (bis) Lord I want to be in that number, When the saints go marchin' in. Come and join me in my journey, 'cause it's time that we begin; And we'll be there for that judgment, When the saints go marchin'in. Oh when the saints go marchin' in, (bis) We will be in line for that judgment, When the saints go marchin' in. And when the stars begin to shine (bis) Then Lord let me be in that number And when the stars begin to shine When Gabriel blows in his horn (bis) Then Lord let me be in that number When Gabriel blows in his horn And when the sun refuse to shine (bis) Then Lord let me be in that number When the sun refuse to shine. And when the moon has turned to blood (bis) Then Lord let me be in that number When the moon has turned to blood And when they crown Him King of Kings (bis) Then Lord let me be in that number When they crown Him King of Kings

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Sujet: Re: Folk Mer 31 Mai - 6:42

Washington Square La pluie d'hiver sur les carreaux Frappait ses gouttes d'eau La pluie d'hiver sur les carreaux Jouait un air de banjo Les doigts posés sur son banjo Le musicien dormait Les doigts posés sur son banjo Le musicien rêvait, Rêvait que la musique Qu'il avait composée Partait pour l'Amérique Et y devenait un succès Partout là-bas la nuit le jour On jouait sa chanson Dont tous les mots parlaient d'amour De retour et de pardon Afin, afin peut-être Que celle qu'il aimait L'entende enfin peut-être Et lui revienne à jamais Tous les orchestres du monde entier Sans cesse la jouaient Et lui dans son rêve il voyait Des millions de couples danser Danser sur sa musique Dans un rythme infernal Sur une immense piste Sortant d'une boule de cristal Et c'est alors qu'il aperçut La fille qu'il aimait Et c'est alors qu'il aperçut La fille, la fille qui riait La pluie d'hiver sur les carreaux Cessa ses gouttes d'eau La pluie d'hiver sur les carreaux Cessa son air de banjo Les doigts posés sur son banjo Le musicien pleurait Sans voir la porte qui s'ouvrait Sur la fille qui revenait Dernière édition par le Jeu 1 Juin - 15:51, édité 1 fois

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Sujet: Re: Folk Jeu 1 Juin - 15:41

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Sujet: Re: Folk Mar 29 Aoû - 10:09

Country roads Almost heaven, West Virginia Blue ridge mountains, Shenandoah river Life is old there, older than the trees Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain momma Take me home, country roads All my mem'ries, gather round her Miners lady, stranger to blue water Dark and dusty, painted on the sky Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West virginia, mountain momma Take me home, country roads I hear her voice, in the mornin hours she calls to me The radio reminds me of my home far away And drivin down the road I get a feeling That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West virginia, mountain momma Take me home, country roads

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