Primary Lyrics – Spring 2019 – TRANSPORTATION TUNES
note: the melodies for these songs are on the website, by following this LINK: I have recorded the melodies on the recorder, but some are recordings with vocals.
I went for a ride – by Adeline McCall – Kindergarten: lyrics sent home by Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Peters
ON FOOT
Hike Along – a round by Evan Roberts
- All together we will hike along. 2. Up the trail we follow, don’t step wrong! 3. Steadily march along, and merrily sing our song.
The Happy Wanderer (with partner) – by Antonia Ridge & Frederick W. Moller, with new partner music and words by Mary Donnelly & George L.O. Strid
As I walk along in the bracing mountain air, I can see for miles around. I sing as I walk and I haven’t a care, the mountains echo back the sound. Yodel ay dee ay dee ay. Yodel ay dee ay dee oh, Yodel ay dee ay dee ay, How I yodel as I go. Yodel ay dee ay dee ay. Yodel ay dee ay dee oh. Come join our happy little song.
I love to go a-wandering, along the mountain track. And as I go, I love to sing, my knapsack on my back. Val de ree, val de rah, val de ree, val de rah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, val de ree, val de rah. Come join our happy song.
ON THE TRAIL
Red River Cart song – R. Hyslop and L. Johnson
Verses: grade 3s, Chorus: all
The railhead was in Calgary back in those early days. And ev’ryone a-goin’ north had to find a diff’rent way. There were horses dragging travois, they had been there from the start. But my father went to Edmonton in a Red River cart.
Rolling along the prairies, you great big wooden wheels. Stir the dust and fill thee air with screeching and with squeals, oh! Pitch and sway from side to side, the summer day is long. And make your way up north, singing the Red River cart song.
Thee only road the prairies knew was called the Calg’ry Trail. For horses, mules and oxen, and the men who carried mail. For fam’lies from thee East, who came for a new start. And my father went to Edmonton in a Red River cart.
CHORUS
Horsey! Horsey! – by Butler and Roberts: Kindergarten – lyrics sent home by Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Peters
My Donkey – Portuguese folk melody: Kindergarten – lyrics sent home by Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Peters
Tingalayo (with partner) – West Indies folk song, with additional music and words by Mary Donnelly and George L.O. Strid
Z Let’s go little burro. I know we can have a good time. Z Let’s go little burro, this ride is gonna be fun! Z We’re gonna ride Z up mountain side Z and down to the valley. Z so hurry do Z I’m begging you Z I want to get home by nightfall! Z Let’s go little burro, please don’t be a stubborn fellow! Z Let’s go little burro, come on, let’s follow the sun.
Tinga- layo, come little donkey, come. Tinga – layo, come little donkey come. My donkey yes, my donkey no, my donkey stop when I say to go! My donkey yes, my donkey no, my donkey stop when I say to go! Tinga – layo, come little donkey come. Tinga- layo, come little donkey come!
Wait for the Wagon – Folk song, arranged by Catherine DeLanoy
Oh come with me, said Jimmy, to near blue mountain free, where blossoms smell the sweetest, come ride along with me. So ev’ry Sunday morning, when I am by your side, we’ll jump into the wagon, and all take a ride.
Wait Z for the wagon. Wait for the wagon. Wait Z for the wagon, and we’ll all take a ride. (repeat).
Jump into the wagon, and we’ll ride—-, ride—. Jump into the wagon, and we’ll all take a ride. (repeat).
Where the river runs like silver, and birds they sing so sweet, there Jimmy has a cabin, and something good to eat. So ev’ry Sunday morning, when I am by your side, we’ll jump into the wagon, and all take a ride.
Wait Z for the wagon. Wait Z for the wagon. Wait Z for the wagon, and we’ll all take a ride. (repeat).
Do you believe, said Jimmy, old Mike with all his wealth, can make you half so happy, as I with youth and health? So ev’ry Sunday morning, when I am by your side, we’ll jump into the wagon, and all take a ride.
Wait! Z Z Z Wait! Z Z Z Wait! Z Z and we’ll all take a ride
(stomp) for the wagon. (stomp) for the wagon. (stomp) for the wagon, and we’ll all take a ride.
Jump into the wagon, and we’ll ride—-, ride—. Jump into the wagon, and we’ll all take a ride. (repeat).
Together on life’s journey, we’ll travel till we stop. If we have no trouble, we’ll reach the happy top. So ev’ry Sunday morning, when I am by your side. We’ll jump into the wagon and….we’ll all—————–take——a—— ride——–(jump into the wagon and we’ll ride—, ride—, jump into the wagon, and we’ll all take a ride)
ON THE ROAD
The Wheels on the Bus – Kindergarten – lyrics sent home by Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Peters
Bicycle Built for Two – by Harry Dacre – duet or small group
In My Merry Oldsmobile – by Vincent Bryan & Gus Edwards – duet or small group
OVER THE SNOW
THIS IS NOW A SMALL GROUP SELECTION, not for the whole choir
Winter Troika Ride – by Cristi Cary Miller
See the snowflakes falling, falling, through the frosty air we go. Horses trotting faster, faster, as we travel o’er the snow. Noses tingle, friends all mingle, hear the jingle of the sleigh. The wind is biting, so exciting, what a win’try day! See the snowflakes falling, falling, through the frosty air we go. Horses trotting faster, faster, as we travel o’er the snow.
Snow is falling, through thee air we go. Horses trotting, travel o’er the snow. Noses tingle. Hear the jingle of the sleigh. Wind is biting. What a win’try day! Snow is falling, through thee air we go. Horses trotting, travel o’er the snow.
On this Z winter Troika ride, the day has just begun Z laughing, singing all the way, oh come join in the fun!
Trav’ling over hill and dale, the horses seem to know the way. Ev’rywhere are sign of winter, all the world is on display. Cider sipping, hats are tipping, horses tripping as we go. Voices singing, bells are ringing, all thee earth’s aglow! Trav’ling over hill and dale the horses seem to know the way. Ev’rywhere are signs of winter, all the world is on display
Trave’ling over, horses know the way. Signs of winter, all is on display. Cider sipping, horses tripping as we go. Voices singing, all thee earth’s aglow. Trav’ling over, horses know the way. Signs of winter, all is on display
Chorus
See the snowflakes falling, falling, Horses trotting faster, faster, on this winter troika ride!
OVER THE WATER
Canoe Song (with additional words and music) – arranged by Ruth Morris Gray
My paddle’s keen and bright, flashing like silver. Follow the wild goose flight, dip dip and swing. Dip dip and swing it back, flashing like silver. Swift as the wild goose flight, dip dip and swing.
The morning it greets us, thee earth is our friend. Our journey through water begins once again.
(repeat part one, now as a round)
The blue sky surrounds us, the river, it bends. We follow its winding, ’til darkness descends.
Hey– ya na, hey—ya na, hey— ya na, hey– ya. Hey— ya na, hey– ya na, hey– ya na, hey.
(repeat chant, sing part one as a round)
Swift—as the wild—-goose— flight—— Z hey— ya na hey!
Ferryman – words by Christina Rossetti, music by David Lord
Ferry me across the water, do, boatman, do. If you’ve a penny in your purse, I’ll ferry you.
I have a penny in my purse, and my eyes are blue, so ferry me across the water, do, boatman, do.
Step into my ferry boat, be they black or blue. And for the penny in your purse, I’ll ferry you.
Ferry me across the water, do, boatman, do. If you’ve a penny in your purse, I’ll ferry you.
IN THE AIR
The Path to the Moon – by Madeline Thomas & Eric Thiman: small group
My Balloon – by D. Geoffrey Bell: small group
ALONG THE TRACK
She’ll be Comin’ Around the Mountain (with partner, The Gospel Train) – arranged by F. Beckman
She’ll be comin’ ‘round the mountain when she comes. She’ll be comin’ ‘round the mountain when she comes. She’ll be comin’ ‘round the mountain, she’ll be comin’ ‘round the mountain, she’ll be comin’ ‘round the mountain when she comes.
She’ll be drivin’ 6 white horses…….
Oh we’ll all go out to meet her when she comes…..
Oh we’ll all have chicken dumplings when she comes…..
The gospel train’s a-coming. I hear it just at hand. I hear the car wheels moving, and rumbling through the land.
Comin’ ‘round the mountain (6 times), She’ll be comin’ ‘round the mountain she’ll be comin’ ‘round the mountain. She’ll be…. comin’ ‘round the mountain (6 times), she’ll be comin’ ‘round the mountain when she comes.
Git on board, little children (3 times), there’s room for many a more.
Get on Board – African American Spiritual – arranged by Shirley W. McRae
THIS IS NOW A SMALL GROUP SELECTION, not for the whole choir
Get on board, little children, get on board, little children, get on board, little children, there’s room for many a more.
The gospel train is coming, I hear it just at hand. I hear the wheels a movin’, and rumblin’ through the land.
She’s nearing now the station, O sister, don’t be vain. But come and get your ticket, be ready for the train.
The fare is cheap and all can go, the rich and poor are there. No second class on board this train, no diff’rence in the fare.
On the Railroad (with partner) – new words and music by Mary Donnelly and George L.O. Strid
I’ve been workin’ on the railroad, all the livelong day. Yes, I’ve been workin’ on the railroad, just to pass the time away. Can’t you hear the whistle blowin’, “rise up so early in the morn”. Can’t you hear the captain shoutin’ “Dinah, blow your horn”.
Dinah won’t you blow, Dinah won’t you blow, Dinah won’t you blow your horn—— (repeat)
Someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah. Someone’s in the kitchen I know——. Someone’s in the kitchen with Dinah. Strummin’ on thee old banjo, and playin’….
Fee Fie Fid-dle-ee I O. Fee Fie —dle-ee I O——. Fee Fie Fid-dle-ee I O— stummin’ on thee old banjo.
All day long I’m workin’ on the railroad, bringin’ om a payload, passin’ time away. All night long, I dream about the railroad, dreamin’ till the break of day. When I hear thee old red rooster crow, and I hear the morning whistle blow, then I jump right out of bed and off I go, time to face another morn.
Off to work, now we go, in the early morn—. Off to work, don’t be slow, listen to the bugler’s horn.
Out in the kitchen I hear a banjo playin’ so soft and low. Play me a happy melody from a time so long ago. And playin’…
Z a- plunk-a plunk-a! Play the little banjo. Z a-plunk-a plunk-a! Listen to him go! Join right in and plunk-a, plunk-a, plunk! It’s the sweetest sound I know.
Happy Trails – by Dale Evans
Happy trails to you, until we meet again. Happy trails to you, keep smilin’ until then. Who cares about the clouds when we’re together, just sing a song and bring the sunny weather. Happy trails to you, til we meet again.