The Treasure Hunter

A blog by Joanne Yatvin

Songs to Sing

on January 12, 2021

From this Vally you say you are leaving. Do not hasten to bid me adue. Just remember the Read River valley. And the sweathart who loved you so true.

I have promised you darling that never Will a word from my lips cause you pain, I will stay by your side dear forever If you only will love me again

Come and sit by arm if you love me , Do not hasten to bid me adue Just remember the Read River value And the sweethart who loves you so true.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, You make me happy when skies are gray. Youl never know dear how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away

The other knight dear when I was sleeping, I dreamt I held you in my arms, When I awoke dear I was mistaken, I just held my head and cried

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray’. You’l never know dear how much I love you. Please don’t take the sunshine away.

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Give my regards to Broadway, Remember me to Herald square. . Tell all the boys at forty second street that I will soon be there

Tell them of how I’m yearning to mingle with the old time crowd Just tell them xxxx and I’ll be there here soon

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Oh, I ain’t got a barrel of money, Maybe its ragged and funny. But we’ll travel along singing a song , side by side.

Oh we don’t know what’s coming tomorrow. Maybe it’s. trouble and sorrow. But we’ll travel along singing a song, side by side.

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On top of old Smokey all covered with snow, I Lost my true lover come a courtin to slow Though courtin is pleasure and parting is grief A false harted lover is worse than a thief.

He’ll hug you and kiss you and But a false harted lover will leave you in your grave. And the grave will decay you and turn you to dust, But a false harted lover will bring you to rust,

So come all you maidens and listen to me, Never leave your affection on a green willow tree. For the tree it will wither and turn into dust But a false harted lover will give you no trust

He’ll hug you and kiss you and bring you to lust, But a false hearted lover will turn you to dust. So come all you maidens and listen to me, Never leave your affections on a green willow tree.

For the tree it will wither and turn into dust Not more than one-man a poor girl can trust

On top of old smokey all covered with snow
I lost my true lover for courting too slow
For courting’s a pleasure and parting’s a grief But a false harted lover is worse than a thief


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