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Stealin', Stealin' Stealin', stealin'. Pretty Mama don't you tell on me I'm stealin' back to my same old used-to-be. Now, put your arms around me like a circle 'round the sun, I want a little lovin' like my...

STEP IT OUT, NANCY (Robin Williams and Jerome Clark) (reworking of Irish song) Near Cheyenne in Wyoming, there's a maiden fine and fair Her eyes they shone like diamonds, she had long and golden hair When the...

Step Stone I stood on my step stone when school days were o'er Longed for the time to go by Now it is gone and I stand here tonight On this, my old step stone at home. chorus: Goodbye to my step stone, Goodbye to...

STEWBALL Stewball was a good horse He wore a high head And the mane on his foretop Was fine as silk thread I rode him in England I rode him in Spain I never did lose, boys I always did gain So come all you gamblers...

STOKES'S VERDICT If you'll listen awhile I'II sing you a song About this glorious land of the free, And the difference I'll show twixt the rich and the poor In a trial by jury, you see. If you've plenty ot "stamps"...

Stonewall Jackson's Way (J. W. Palmer) Come, stack arms, men, pile on the rails Stir up the campfire bright; No matter if the canteen fails, We'll make a roaring night Here Shenandoah brawls...

Stormalong Old Stormy he is dead and gone To me way you Stormalong! But now he's dead an' gone to rest, Ay! Ay! ay! Mister Stormalong! Of all ol' skippers he was best, But now he's dead an' gone to rest, He...

The Storms Are on the Ocean I'm going away for to leave you, love I'm going away for awhile. But I'll return to you some time If I go ten thousand miles. cho: The storms are on the ocean The heavens may cease to...

STORMY WEATHER, BOYS We were laying in Surrey Dock one day. The mate knew that it was time to get under way. cho: Stormy weather, boys, stormy weather, boys, When the wild blows our barge will go. He's homeward...

The Story Of MacPherson Many, many years ago, in the hielands of Scotland a boy, Jamie MacPherson, was born to a beautiful gypsy and an Invereshie MacPherson. The child developed into a man of magnificent stature...

STORY OF PETEY, THE SNAKE This is the story about a poor little snake named "Petey." Petey was a snake only so big. Petey lived in a pit with his mother. One day Petey was hissing in the pit when his...

THE STOUTEST MAN IN THE FORTY TWA cho: The wind may blaw, the cock may craw, The rain may rain, and the snaw may snaw But ye winna frichten Jock McGraw, He's the stoutest man in the Forty Twa The...

STRANGE FRUIT (Billie Holiday) Southern trees bear a strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. Oh----- Oh:-----...

STRANGERS IN MY SOUP (CDDC) Strangers in my soup, that's what I found there Little tiny things that swim around there Looking down I see them looking up at me. Strange things can be seen, they're scattered...

STRATTON MOUNTAIN TRAGEDY by Seba Smith Cold was the mountain's height Drear was the pasture wild As through the darkness of night A mother wondered with her child As through the drifting snow she pressed The babe...

The Strawberry Roan I was standin' 'round town just a-spendin' my time, Nothin' else to spend, not even a dime When a feller steps up and he says, "I suppose You're a bronc' bustin' man by the looks of your clothes."...

The Streams of Lovely Nancy SOURCE: Bob Pfeffer SOURCE'S SOURCE: Huxtable,Christensen & Hood " " ( ) COMMENTS: TEXT: C F C Oh, the streams of lovely Nancy...

Streets of Laredo (Cowboy's Lament) As I walked out on the streets of Laredo, As I walked out in Laredo one day, I spied a young cowboy all wrapped in white linen Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay. "Oh, beat...

STREETS OF LONDON by Ralph McTell Have you seen the old man in the closed down market Kicking up the paper with his worn out shoes In his eyes you see no pride And held loosely by his side, yesterday's paper telling...

STRIKE THE BELL Up on the poop deck and walking about, There is the second mate so steady and so stout; What he is a-thinkin' of he doesn't know himself And we wish that he would hurry up and strike, strike the bell...