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The Drunkard's Dream Dear mate, I see you're healthy now, Your clothes are neat and clean, No more I see you drunk about, Pray tell me where you've been. Your wife and family all are well, You once did use...

DRUNKEN HICCOUGHS a Rye Whiskey variant I buy my own liquor and make my own stew If I get drunk, it's nothing to you Hiccough, o Lordy, how crazy I feel Hiccough, o Lordy, how crazy I feel I eat when I'm hungry...

Drunken Maidens There were three drunken maidens Come from the Isle of Wight They drunk from Monday morning Nor stopped till Saturday night When Saturday night would come me boys, They wouldn't then go out And these...

Drunken Sailor cho: Way hay and up she rises Way hay and up she rises (patent blocks o' diff'rent sizes) Way hay and up she rises Earl-eye in the morning What shall we do with a drunken sailor (3x)...

DUBLIN CITY As I went out through Dublin City At the hour of twelve o'clock at night Who should I see but a Spanish lady Washing her feet by candle light First she washed them and then she dried them Over a fire of...

Dublin Lady (John Connolly) It if wasn't for the ships that do sail, that do sail, It if wasn't for the ships that do sail, Dublin Lady wouldn't have to sit alone upon her stool, It if wasn't for the ships that do...

Dumb, Dumb, Dumb There was a bonny blade had married a country maid And safely conducted her home, home, home; She was neat in every part and she pleased him to the heart But ah! and alas! she was dumb, dumb, dumb...

DUMBARTON'S DRUMS D A Dumbarton's drums, they sound so bonnie D When they remind me of my Johnny G D What fond delight can steal upon...

THE DUMMY LINE Across the prairie on a streak of rust There's something moving in a cloud of dust It crawls into the valley with a wheeze and whine It's the two o'clock flyer on the Dummy Line Riding on the Dummy,...

DUMP THE BOSSES OFF YOUR BACK (John Brill) Are you poor, forlorn and hungry? Are there lots of things you lack ? Is your life made up of misery? Then dump the bosses off your...

DUNDERBECK G - D7 G / G - A7 D/ C G Am D7 / G - D7 G There was a man named Dunderbeck, invented a machine, For grinding things to sausage meat and it was run by steam. Now kitchen cats and long-tailed rats will never...

DURHAM LOCKOUT by Tommy Armstrong In our Durham County, I am sorry for to say That hunger and starvation is increasing every day For the want of food and coals, we know not what to do But with your kind assistance,...

DUTCH WARBLER (WHERE, OH WHERE HAS MY LITTLE DOG GONE) (Sep Winner) Oh where, Oh where ish mein little dog gone Oh where, Oh where can he be? Mit his ears cut short und his tail cut long, Oh where, Oh where ish he?...

THE DUTCHMAN The Dutchman`s not the kind of man Who keeps his thumb jammed in the dam That holds his dreams in But that's a secret that only Margaret knows When Amsterdam is golden in the summer Margaret brings him...

DWELLING IN BEULAH LAND from Helen Schneyer's first album. Far away the noise of strife upon my ear is falling, Then I know the sins of earth beset on every hand; Doubt...

THE DYING AIRMAN A handsome young airman lay dying And as on the airdrome he lay To mechanics who 'round him came sighing These last parting words he did say: "Take the cylinders out of my kidneys, The connecting rods...

The Dying British Sergeant Come all you good people where'er you be Who walk by the land or sail by the sea. Come listen to the words of a dying man, I think you will remember them. It was on December the eighteenth...

THE DYING CALIFORNIAN Lay up nearer, brother, nearer, For my limbs are growing cold. And thy presence seemeth nearer When thine arms around me fold. I am dying, brother, dying Soon you'll miss me in your berth; For my...

The Dying Hobo Behind a Western water tank a dying hobo lay, Inside an empty box-car, one cold November day ; His comrade sat beside him with low and drooping head, Listening to the dying words this poor dying hobo...

The Dying Pilot Beside a New Guinea Waterfall One bright and sunny day Beside his shattered P-51 A young pursuiter lay. His parachute hung from a nearby tree He was not yet quite dead So listen to the very last words...