62.
THE WHOLE WORLD OVER

CHORUS:
It's the same the whole world over,
It's the poor what gets the blame
While the rich has all the pleasures.
Now ain't that a blinkin' shame?

She was a parson's daughter, 
Pure unstained was her fame, 
Till a country squire came courtin', 
And the poor girl lost her name.

CHORUS:

So she went away to London, 
Just to hide her guilty shame. 
There she met an Army chaplain 
Once again she lost her name.

CHORUS:

Hear him as he jaws the Tommies, 
Warning of the flames of Hell.
With her whole heart she had trusted,
But again she lost her name.

CHORUS:

Now he's in his riding britches,
Hunting foxes in the chyse,
While the victim of his folly
Makes her living by her vice.

CHORUS:

So she settled down in London,
Sinking deeper in her shame,
Till she met a labor leader,
And again she lost her name.

CHORUS:

Now he's in the House of Commons,
Making laws to put down crime,
While the victim of his pleasures
Walks the street each night in shame,

CHORUS:

Then there was a bloated bishop,
Marriage was the tale he told.
There was no one else to take her,
So she sold herself for gold.

CHORUS:

See her in her horse and carriage,
Driving daily through the park.
Though she's made a wealthy marriage,
Still she hides a breaking heart.

CHORUS:

In a cottage down in Sussex,
Live her parents old and lame,
And they drink the wine she sends them
But they never, never speak her name.

CHORUS:

In their poor and humble dwelling,
There her grieving parents live,
Drinking champagne that she sends them,
But they never, never can forgive.

CHORUS:
 

BATTLE OF JERICHO

Joshua fought the battle of Jericho,
  Jericho, Jericho,
Joshua fought the battle of Jericho,
And the walls came tumbling down!

You may talk about your king of Gideon,
You may talk about your man of Saul,
But there's none like good old Joshua
At the battle of Jericho.

Up to the walls of Jericho
He marched with spear in hand;
"Go blow them ram horns," Joshua cried,
"Cause the battle is in my hand!"

Then the lamb ram sheep horns began to
  blow,
Trumpets began to sound,
Joshua commanded the children to shout,
And the walls came tumbling down!

(Repeat first verse) 

HOME ON THE RANGE

O give me a home where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard a discouraging
  word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.
Home, home, on the range,
Where the deer and the antelope play,
Where seldom is heard a discouraging
  word,
And the skies are not cloudy all day.


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