July

Song 212: "Dear Theodosia" - Lin-Manuel Miranda

Dear Theodosia, what to say to you?
You have my eyes. You have your mother’s name

When you came into the world, you cried and it broke my heart

I’m dedicating every day to you
Domestic life was never quite my style
When you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart
And I thought I was so smart

You will come of age with our young nation
We’ll bleed and fight for you, we’ll make it right for you
If we lay a strong enough foundation
We’ll pass it on to you, we’ll give the world to you
And you’ll blow us all away…
Someday, someday
Yeah, you’ll blow us all away
Someday, someday

Oh Philip, when you smile I am undone
My son
Look at my son. Pride is not the word I’m looking for

There is so much more inside me now
Oh Philip, you outshine the morning sun
My son
When you smile, I fall apart
And I thought I was so smart
My father wasn’t around

My father wasn’t around

I swear that
I’ll be around for you.     
(I’ll be around for you.)
 
I’ll do whatever it takes

I’ll make a million mistakes

I’ll make the world safe and sound for you…
…will come of age with our young nation
We’ll bleed and fight for you, we’ll make it right for you

If we lay a strong enough foundation
We’ll pass it on to you, we’ll give the world to you
And you’ll blow us all away...
Someday, someday
Yeah, you’ll blow us all away
Someday, someday
 

Song 211: "You're On Your Own" - Lin-Manuel Miranda

They say
The price of my war’s not a price that they’re willing to pay
Insane
You cheat with the French, now I’m fighting with France and with Spain
I’m so blue
I thought that we’d made an arrangement
When you went away
You were mine to subdue
Well, even despite our estrangement, I’ve got
A small query for you:

What comes next?
You’ve been freed
Do you know how hard it is to lead?

You’re on your own
Awesome. Wow
Do you have a clue what happens now?

Oceans rise
Empires fall
It’s much harder when it’s all your call

All alone, across the sea
When your people say they hate you
Don’t come crawling back to me

You’re on your own…
 

Song 210: "History Has its Eyes on You" - Lin-Manuel Miranda

I was younger than you are now
When I was given my first command
I led my men straight into a massacre
I witnessed their deaths firsthand
I made every mistake
And felt the shame rise in me
And even now I lie awake

Knowing history has its eyes on me
History has its eyes on me.

Let me tell you what I wish I’d known
When I was young and dreamed of glory:
You have no control:

Who lives, who dies, who tells your story

I know that we can win
I know that greatness lies in you
But remember from here on in
History has its
Eyes on you.     

History has its eyes on you
 

Song 209: "Guns and Ships" - Lin-Manuel Miranda

How does a ragtag volunteer army in need of a shower
Somehow defeat a global superpower?
How do we emerge victorious from the quagmire?
Leave the battlefield waving Betsy Ross’ flag higher?
Yo. Turns out we have a secret weapon!
An immigrant you know and love who’s unafraid to step in!
He’s constantly confusin’, confoundin’ the British henchmen
Ev’ryone give it up for America’s favorite fighting Frenchman!
(Lafayette!)

I’m takin this horse by the reins makin’
Redcoats redder with bloodstains
(Lafayette!)
And I’m never gonna stop until I make ‘em
Drop and burn ‘em up and scatter their remains, I’m
(Lafayette!)
Watch me engagin’ em! Escapin’ em!
Enragin’ em! I’m—
(Lafayette!)
I go to France for more funds
(Lafayette!)
I come back with more
Guns
And ships
And so the balance shifts

We rendezvous with Rochambeau, consolidate their gifts

We can end this war at Yorktown, cut them off at sea, but
For this to succeed, there is someone else we need:

I know

(Hamilton!)
Sir, he knows what to do in a trench
Ingenuitive and fluent in French, I mean—
(Hamilton!)
Sir, you’re gonna have to use him eventually
What’s he gonna do on the bench? I mean—
(Hamilton!)
No one has more resilience
Or matches my practical tactical brilliance—
(Hamilton!)
You wanna fight for your land back?

I need my right hand man back!

Ah! Uh, get ya right hand man back
You know you gotta get ya right hand man back
(Hamilton!)
I mean you gotta put some thought into the letter but the sooner the better
To get your right hand man back!     
  
Alexander Hamilton
Troops are waiting in the field for you
If you join us right now, together we can turn the tide
Oh, Alexander Hamilton
I have soldiers that will yield for you
If we manage to get this right
They’ll surrender by early light
The world will never be the same, Alexander…
 

Song 208: "Ten Duel Commandents" - Lin-Manuel Miranda

One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight, nine…
It’s the Ten Duel Commandments

It’s the Ten Duel Commandments
Number one!

The challenge: demand satisfaction
If they apologize, no need for further action

Number two!
If they don’t, grab a friend, that’s your second
Your lieutenant when there’s reckoning to be reckoned

Number three!
Have your seconds meet face to face
Negotiate a peace…
Or negotiate a time and place
This is commonplace, ‘specially ‘tween recruits
Most disputes die, and no one shoots

Number four!
If they don’t reach a peace, that’s alright
Time to get some pistols and a doctor on site
You pay him in advance, you treat him with civility
You have him turn around so he can have deniability

Five!
Duel before the sun is in the sky
Pick a place to die where it’s high and dry

Number six!
Leave a note for your next of kin
Tell ‘em where you been. Pray that hell or heaven lets you in

Seven!
Confess your sins. Ready for the moment
Of adrenaline when you finally face your opponent

Number eight!
Your last chance to negotiate
Send in your seconds, see if they can set the record straight…

Alexander

Aaron Burr, sir

Can we agree that duels are dumb and immature?

Sure
But your man has to answer for his words, Burr

With his life? We both know that’s absurd, sir

Hang on, how many men died because Lee was inexperienced and ruinous?

Okay, so we’re doin’ this

Number nine!
Look ‘em in the eye, aim no higher
Summon all the courage you require
Then count

One two three four
Five six seven eight nine
Number
Ten paces!
Fire!
 

Song 207: "Wait For It" - Lin-Manuel Miranda

Theodosia writes me a letter every day
I'm keeping the bed warm while her husband is away
He's on the British side in Georgia
He's trying to keep the colonies in line
But he can keep all of Georgia
Theodosia, she's mine

Love doesn't discriminate
Between the sinners
And the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes
And we keep loving anyway
We laugh and we cry
And we break
And we make our mistakes
And if there's a reason I'm by her side
When so many have tried
Then I'm willing to wait for it
I'm willing to wait for it

My grandfather was a fire and brimstone preacher
But there are things that the
Homilies and hymns won't teach ya
My mother was a genius
My father commanded respect
When they died they left no instructions
Just a legacy to protect

Death doesn’t discriminate
Between the sinners
And the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes
And we keep living anyway
We rise and we fall
And we break
And we make our mistakes
And if there’s a reason I’m still alive
When everyone who loves me has died
I’m willing to wait for it
I’m willing to wait for it

Wait for it

I am the one thing in life I can control
I am inimitable
I am an original
I’m not falling behind or running late
I’m not standing still
I am lying in wait

Hamilton faces an endless uphill climb
He has something to prove
He has nothing to lose
Hamilton’s pace is relentless
He wastes no time
What is it like in his shoes?

Hamilton doesn’t hesitate
He exhibits no restraint
He takes and he takes and he takes
And he keeps winning anyway
He changes the game
He plays and he raises the stakes
And if there’s a reason
He seems to thrive when so few survive, then Goddamnit—

I'm willing to wait for it
I'm willing to wait for it...

Life doesn't discriminate
Between the sinners and the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes

We rise
We fall

And if there's a reason I'm still alive
When so many have died
Then I'm willin' to—
Wait for it…
Wait...
 

Song 206: "You'll be Back" - Lin-Manuel Miranda

You say
The price of my love’s not a price that you’re willing to pay
You cry
In your tea which you hurl in the sea when you see me go by
Why so sad?
Remember we made an arrangement when you went away
Now you’re making me mad
Remember, despite our estrangement, I’m your man
You’ll be back, soon you’ll see
You’ll remember you belong to me
You’ll be back, time will tell
You’ll remember that I served you well
Oceans rise, empires fall
We have seen each other through it all
And when push comes to shove
I will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love!

Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da
Da da dat dat da ya da!
Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da
Da da dat dat da…

You say our love is draining and you can’t go on
You’ll be the one complaining when I am gone...
And no, don’t change the subject
Cuz you’re my favorite subject
My sweet, submissive subject
My loyal, royal subject
Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever…

You’ll be back like before
I will fight the fight and win the war
For your love, for your praise
And I’ll love you till my dying days
When you’re gone, I’ll go mad
So don’t throw away this thing we had
Cuz when push comes to shove
I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love

Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da
Da da dat dat da ya da!
Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da
Da da dat—
Everybody!

Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da
Da da dat dat da ya da!
Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da da da da
Dat dat da ya da!
 

Song 205: "My Shot" - Lin-Manuel Miranda

I am not throwing away my shot!
I am not throwing away my shot!
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot!
I’m ‘a get a scholarship to King’s College
I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish
The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish
I gotta holler just to be heard
With every word, I drop knowledge!
I’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal
Tryin’ to reach my goal. My power of speech: unimpeachable
Only nineteen but my mind is older
These New York City streets get colder, I shoulder
Ev’ry burden, ev’ry disadvantage
I have learned to manage, I don’t have a gun to brandish
I walk these streets famished
The plan is to fan this spark into a flame
But damn, it’s getting dark, so let me spell out the name
I am the—

A-L-E-X-A-N-D-E-R—we are—meant to be…

A colony that runs independently
Meanwhile, Britain keeps shittin’ on us endlessly
Essentially, they tax us relentlessly
Then King George turns around, runs a spending spree
He ain’t ever gonna set his descendants free
So there will be a revolution in this century
Enter me!
(He says in parentheses)
Don’t be shocked when your hist’ry book mentions me
I will lay down my life if it sets us free
Eventually, you’ll see my ascendancy

And I am not throwing away
My shot
I am not throwing away
My shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot     

I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot
It’s time to take a shot!

I dream of life without a monarchy
The unrest in France will lead to ‘onarchy?
‘Onarchy? How you say, how you say, ‘anarchy?’
When I fight, I make the other side panicky
With my—
Shot!

Yo, I’m a tailor’s apprentice
And I got y’all knuckleheads in loco parentis
I’m joining the rebellion cuz I know it’s my chance
To socially advance, instead of sewin’ some pants!
I’m gonna take a—
Shot!

But we’ll never be truly free
Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me
You and I. Do or die. Wait till I sally in
On a stallion with the first black battalion
Have another—
Shot!

Geniuses, lower your voices
You keep out of trouble and you double your choices
I’m with you, but the situation is fraught
You’ve got to be carefully taught:
If you talk, you’re gonna get shot!

Burr, check what we got
Mister Lafayette, hard rock like Lancelot
I think your pants look hot
Laurens, I like you a lot
Let’s hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin’ the pot...
What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot
Poppin’ a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not
A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists?
Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is!
Oh, am I talkin’ too loud?
Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth
I never had a group of friends before
I promise that I’ll make y’all proud

Let’s get this guy in front of a crowd

I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot

I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot

Ev’rybody sing:
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Hey!
Whoa!
Wooh!!
Whoa!
Ay, let ‘em hear ya!
I said shout it to the rooftops!
Said, to the rooftops!
Come on!
Come on, let’s go! 

Rise up!
When you’re living on your knees, you rise up
Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up
Tell your sister that she's gotta rise up

When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
Rise up!
Rise up!
 
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
When’s it gonna get me?
In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me?
If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be?
Is it like a beat without a melody?
See, I never thought I’d live past twenty
Where I come from some get half as many
Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask
We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty

Scratch that
This is not a moment, it’s the movement
Where all the hungriest brothers with
Something to prove went?
Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand
We roll like Moses, claimin’ our promised land
And? If we win our independence?
Is that a guarantee of freedom for our descendants?
Or will the blood we shed begin an endless
Cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?
I know the action in the street is excitin’
But Jesus, between all the bleedin’ ‘n fightin’
I’ve been readin’ ‘n writin’
We need to handle our financial situation
Are we a nation of states? What’s the state of our nation?
I’m past patiently waitin’. I’m passionately
Smashin’ every expectation
Every action’s an act of creation!
I’m laughin’ in the face of casualties and sorrow
For the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorr

Song 204: "Alexander Hamilton" - Lin-Manuel Miranda

How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a
Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten
Spot in the Caribbean by providence, impoverished, in squalor
Grow up to be a hero and a scholar?

The ten-dollar Founding Father without a father
Got a lot farther by working a lot harder
By being a lot smarter
By being a self-starter
By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter

And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted
Away across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up
Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of
The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter

Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned
Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain
Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain
And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain

Well, the word got around, they said, “This kid is insane, man”
Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland
“Get your education, don’t forget from whence you came, and
The world's gonna know your name. What’s your name, man?”

Alexander Hamilton
My name is Alexander Hamilton
And there’s a million things I haven’t done
But just you wait, just you wait...

When he was ten his father split, full of it, debt-ridden
Two years later, see Alex and his mother bed-ridden
Half-dead sittin' in their own sick, the scent thick
And Alex got better but his mother went quick

Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide
Left him with nothin’ but ruined pride, something new inside
A voice saying
“Alex, you gotta fend for yourself.”
He started retreatin’ and readin’ every treatise on the shelf

There would have been nothin’ left to do
For someone less astute
He woulda been dead or destitute
Without a cent of restitution
Started workin’, clerkin’ for his late mother’s landlord
Tradin’ sugar cane and rum and all the things he can’t afford
Scammin’ for every book he can get his hands on
Plannin’ for the future see him now as he stands on
The bow of a ship headed for a new land
In New York you can be a new man     
In New York you can
Be a new man—
In New York you can
Be a new man—

Just you wait!

Alexander Hamilton

We are waiting in the wings for you

You could never back down
You never learned to take your time!

Oh, Alexander Hamilton
(Alexander Hamilton)
When America sings for you
Will they know what you overcame?
Will they know you rewrote the game?
The world will never be the same, oh

The ship is in the harbor now
See if you can spot him
Another immigrant
Comin’ up from the bottom
His enemies destroyed his rep
America forgot him

We fought with him
Me? I died for him
Me? I trusted him
Me? I loved him

And me? I’m the damn fool that shot him

There’s a million things I haven’t done
But just you wait!

What’s your name, man?

Alexander Hamilton!
 

Song 203: "Shamrock Shore"

In early spring, when small birds sing, and lambs do sport and play
My way I took, my friends forsook and went to Dublin bay
I am what I ask a passenger and to England I sailed o’er
I bade farewell to all of my friends and I left the Shamrock shore

In London fair I did repare some pleasure for to find
I found it was a lovely place and pleasant to my mind
The ladies too were fair to view and rich the purse they wore
But none I saw that could compare to the Maids of the Shamrock shore
 

Song 202: "Le Tango funèbre" - Jacques Brel

Ah je les vois déjà
Me couvrant de baisers
Et s'arrachant mes mains
Et demandant tout bas
Est-ce que la mort s'en vient ?
Est-ce que la mort s'en va ?
Est-ce qu'il est encore chaud ?
Est-ce qu'il est déjà froid ?
Ils ouvrent mes armoires
Ils tâtent mes faïences
Ils fouillent mes tiroirs
Se régalant d'avance
De mes lettres d'amour
Enrubannées par deux
Qu'ils liront près du feu
En riant aux éclats
Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
 
Ah je les vois déjà
Compassés et frileux
Suivant comme des artistes
Mon costume de bois
Ils se poussent du cœur
Pour être le plus triste
Ils se poussent du bras
Pour être le premier
S'ont amené des vieilles
Qui ne me connaissaient plus
S'ont amené des enfants
Qui ne me connaissaient pas
Pensent aux prix des fleurs
Et trouvent indécent
De ne pas mourir au printemps
Quand on aime le lilas
Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
 
Ah je les vois déjà
Tous mes chers faux amis
Souriant sous le poids
Du devoir accompli
Ah je te vois déjà
Trop triste trop à l'aise
Protégeant sous le drap
Tes larmes lyonnaises
Tu ne sais même pas
Sortant de mon cimetière
Que tu entres en ton enfer
Quand s'accroche à ton bras
Le bras de ton quelconque
Le bras de ton dernier
Qui te fera pleurer
Bien autrement que moi
Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
 
Ah je me vois déjà
M'installant à jamais
Bien triste bien au froid
Dans mon champ d'osselets
Ah je me vois déjà
Je me vois tout au bout
De ce voyage-là
D'où l'on revient de tout
Je vois déjà tout ça
Et on a le brave culot
D'oser me demander
De ne plus boire que de l'eau
De ne plus trousser les filles
De mettre de l'argent de côté
D'aimer le filet de maquereau
Et de crier vive le roi
Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
 

Song 201: "Canción del Frente Unido"

Y como ser humano
el hombre lo que quiere es su pan
Las habladurías le bastan ya
Porque éstas nada le dan
Pues: un, dos, tres;
Pues: un, dos, tres.
Compañero, en tu lugar!
Porque eres del pueblo afíliate ya
En el Frente Popular.

And just because he's human
He doesn't like a pistol to his head
He wants no servants under him
And no boss over his head
So left, two, three!
So, left, two, three!
To the work that we must do.
March on in the workers' united front
For you are a worker, too.

Tu es un ouvrier-oui!
Viens avec nous, ami, n'ai pas peur!
Nous allons vers la grande union.
De tous les vrais travailleurs!
Marchons au pas,
Marchons au pas,
Camarades, vers notre front!
Range-toi dans le front de tous les ouvriers
Avec tous tes frères étrangers.

Si tens gana no ho dubtis
vine amb nosaltres amic, sense por
cansat de paraules el que vols és pa
Anem cap a la gran unió
Doncs: un, dos, tres. I un, dos, tres.
Cap al front marxem obrers
a lluitar tots junts per un futur millor
amb els companys estrangers.

Und weil der Prolet ein Prolet ist,
Drum wird ihn kein anderer befrei'n.
Es kann die Befreiun der Arbeiter nur
Das Werk der Arbeiter sein.
Drum links, zwei, drei
Drum links, zwei, drei
Wo dein Platz, Genosse, ist!
Reih' dich ein in die Arbeitereinheitsfront
Weil du auch ein Arbeiter bist.

Song 200: "Punay" - Atahualpa Yupanqui

¡Punay! ¡Punay ! 
¡Devuélveme, devuélveme, 
mi pastorcita perdida! 
¡Punay! ¡Punay ! 
¡Devuélveme, devuélveme, 
mi pastorcita perdida! 

Pastorcita de la Puna, 
te extraviaste en noche mala, 
Pastorcita de la Puna, 
te extraviaste en noche mala, 
mi voz te busca en el viento
y en la Puna te reclama.
mi voz te busca en el viento
y en la Puna te reclama.

¡Punay! ¡Punay ! 
¡Devuélveme, devuélveme, 
mi pastorcita perdida! 
¡Punay! ¡Punay ! 
¡Devuélveme, devuélveme, 
mi pastorcita perdida! 

Aunque tenga en esta vida, 
que viento y tierra tragar, 
Aunque tenga en esta vida, 
que viento y tierra tragar, 
pastorcita de la Puna, 
ti de encontrar,
ti de encontrar.
pastorcita de la Puna, 
ti de encontrar,
ti de encontrar.

Aunque tenga en esta vida, 
que viento y tierra tragar, 
Aunque tenga en esta vida, 
que viento y tierra tragar, 
pastorcita de la Puna, 
ti de encontrar,
ti de encontrar.
pastorcita de la Puna, 
ti de encontrar,
ti de encontrar,
ti de encontrar,
ti de encontrar.

¡Punay! ¡Punay ! 
¡Devuélveme, devuélveme, 
mi pastorcita perdida! 
¡Punay! ¡Punay ! 
¡Devuélveme, devuélveme, 
mi pastorcita perdida!

¡Punay! ¡Punay ! 
¡Punay!
 

Song 199: "Himno del Quinto Regimiento"

El dieciocho de julio
en el patio de un convento
el pueblo madrileño
fundó el quinto regimiento.

Anda jaleo, jaleo,
Suena la metralladora
y vamos al tiroteo,
y vamos al tiroteo.

Con Lister y Campesino,
con Galán y con Modesto,
con el comandante Carlos
no hay miliciano con miedo.

Con los cuatro batallones
que a Madrid están defendiendo
se va lo mejor de España,
la flor más roja del pueblo.

Con el quinto, quinto, quinto,
con el quinto regimiento,
madre, yo me voy al frente
para las líneas de fuego.

Song 198: "The Band Played Waltzing Matilda" - Eric Bogle

When I was a young man I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915 my country said: Son, 
It's time to stop rambling, there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war 

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When the ship pulled away from the quay
And amid all the tears, flag waving and cheers
We sailed off for Gallipoli 

It well I remember that terrible day
When our blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was ready, he primed himself well
He rained us with bullets, and he showered us with shell
And in five minutes flat, we were all blown to hell
He nearly blew us back home to Australia 

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When we stopped to bury our slain
Well we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then it started all over again 

Oh those that were living just tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
While around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
And when I awoke in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
I never knew there was worse things than dying 

Oh no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me 

They collected the wounded, the crippled, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind and the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And when the ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where me legs used to be
And thank Christ there was no one there waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity 

And the Band played Waltzing Matilda
When they carried us down the gangway
Oh nobody cheered, they just stood there and stared
Then they turned all their faces away 

Now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Renewing their dreams of past glories
I see the old men all tired, stiff and worn
Those weary old heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What are they marching for?" 
And I ask myself the same question 

And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still answer the call
But year after year, their numbers get fewer
Someday, no one will march there at all 

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me? 
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong
So who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
 

Song 197: "Skye Boat Song"

Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward! the sailors cry;
Carry the lad that's born to be King
Over the sea to Skye.

Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,
Thunderclaps rend the air;
Baffled, our foes stand by the shore,
Follow they will not dare.

Many's the lad fought on that day,
Well the claymore could wield,
When the night came, silently lay
Dead in Culloden's field.

Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep,
Ocean's a royal bed.
Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head.

Burned are their homes, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men;
Yet ere the sword cool in the sheath
Charlie will come again.

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone,
Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.

Mull was astern, Rùm on the port,
Eigg on the starboard bow;
Glory of youth glowed in his soul;
Where is that glory now?

Give me again all that was there,
Give me the sun that shone!
Give me the eyes, give me the soul,
Give me the lad that's gone!

Billow and breeze, islands and seas,
Mountains of rain and sun,
All that was good, all that was fair,
All that was me is gone.


Note: First chorus and four stanzas are by Sir Harold Boulton and Anne Campbelle MacLeod. Second chorus and three stanzas are by Robert Louis Stevenson.
 

Song 196: "Donald Macgillavry" - James Hogg

Donald's gone up the hill tired and hungry,
Donald came down the hill wild and angry,
Donald will clear the cuckoo's nest cleverly,
Here is to the king and Donald McGillavry,
Come like a judge, Donald McGillavry,
Come like a judge, Donald McGillavry,
Balance them fair, and balance them cleverly:
Get rid of the counterfeit, Donald McGillavry.
 
Donald's ran over the hill without his leash,
As if he were mad or (bitten by) an adder, man:
When he comes back, some will be happy:
Here is to King James and Donald Mcgillavry.
Come like a weaver, Donald Mcgillavry,
Come like a weaver, Donald Mcgillavry,
A pack on your back, and measuring stick so clever;
Give them a full measure, my Donald Mcgillavry.
 
Donald has fought with thievery and dishonesty;
Donald has dinner with wrong-doers and beggers,
It would be better for Whigs and Whiggery,
To meet the devil (rather) than Donald Mcgillavry.
Come like a tailor, Donald Mcgillavry,
Come like a tailor, Donald Mcgillavry,
Push them about, in and out, thimble them cleverly,
Here is to King James and Donald Mcgillavry.
 
Donald's a fine man who breaks (away) from schemes;
Politicking and high airs, and new fangled things,
They must be gone: he will not be held back,
He must have justice, or faith he will take it, man.
Come like a cobbler, Donald Mcgillavry,
Come like a cobbler, Donald Mcgillavry,
Beat them, and bore them, and sew them cleverly,
Up with King James and Donald Mcgillavry.
 
Donald was lulled with deals and mockery,
Donald was blinded with dreams of property;
Bribes were many, but rewards were nothing, man,
Lord, how Donald is quarreling and worrying, man,
Come like the devil, Donald Mcgillavry,
Come like the devil, Donald Mcgillavry,
Slap them and scold them that prove so unbrotherly,
Up with King James and Donald Mcgillavry!

Donald's gane up the hill hard and hungry,
Donald's come down the hill wild and angry;
Donald will clear the gouk's nest cleverly,
Here's to the king and Donald Macgillavry.
Come like a weighbauk, Donald Macgillavry,
Come like a weighbauk, Donald Macgillavry,
Balance them fair, and balance them cleverly:
Off wi'the counterfeit, Donald Macgillavry.
 
Donald's run o'er the hill but his tether, man,
As he were wud, or stang'd wi' an ether, man;
When he comes back, there's some will look merrily:
Here's to King James and Donald Macgillavry.
Come like a weaver, Donald Macgillavry,
Come like a weaver, Donald Macgillavry,
Pack on your back, and elwand sae cleverly;
Gie them full measure, my Donald Macgillavry.
 
Donald has foughten wi' rief and roguery;
Donald has dinner'd wi banes and beggary,
Better it were for Whigs and Whiggery
Meeting the devil than Donald Macgillavry.
Come like a tailor, Donald Macgillavry,
Come like a tailor, Donald Macgillavry,
Push about, and in and out, thimble them cleverly,
Here's to King James and to Donald Macgillavry.
 
Donald's the callan that brooks nae tangleness;
Whigging and prigging and a'newfangleness,
They maun be gane: he winna be baukit, man:
He maun hae justice, or faith he'll tak it, man.
Come like a cobler, Donald Macgillavry,
Come like a cobler, Donald Macgillavry;
Beat them, and bore them, and lingel them cleverly,
Up wi' King James and Donald Macgillavry.
 
Donald was mumpit wi mirds and mockery;
Donald was blinded wi' blads o' property;
Arles ran high, but makings were naething, man,
Lord, how Donald is flyting and fretting, man.
Come like the devil, Donald Macgillavry,
Come like the devil, Donald Macgillavry;
Skelp them and scaud them that proved sae unbritherly,
Up wi King James and Donald Macgillavry!

 

Notes:
(Taken from here)
"The Stuart kings tried to take power away from Parliament with often disastrous results. Eventually this lead to James II being kicked off the throne by his son-in-law, a Dutchman named William of Orange. The people who considered James the true king were called Jacobites.

However, none of this matters because this song was unknown to the Jacobites. In fact, it was first published in 1819 by a man named James Hogg.

Hogg was a Scottish poet and novelist, as well as an early parodist. He was very popular for his time, but among his most well known works was Jacobite Reliques, a collection of Jacobite (and some Whig) songs. Donald MacGillavry was among the Jacobite ones and described by Hogg as, “…one of the best songs that ever was made…a capital old song, and very popular.” He goes on to explain an entirely fictitious history for the song, hearkening back to the 1715 and 1745 Jacobite risings in Scotland, talking about two obscure soldiers in those wars with the last name MacGillavry, expounding on how because they were a minor sub-clan and not associated with powerful warring factions, they were used as a symbol for a united Scotland, etc. Seriously, read it yourself."
 

Song 195: "La Marseillaise"

Arise, children of the Fatherland,
The day of glory has arrived!
Against us tyranny's
Bloody banner is raised, (repeat)
Do you hear, in the countryside,
The roar of those ferocious soldiers?
They're coming right into your arms
To cut the throats of your sons, your women!

To arms, citizens,
Form your battalions,
Let's march, let's march!
Let an impure blood
Soak our fields!

What does this horde of slaves,
Of traitors and conspiratorial kings want?
For whom are these vile chains,
These long-prepared irons? (repeat)
Frenchmen, for us, ah! What outrage
What fury it must arouse!
It is us they dare plan
To return to the old slavery!

What! Foreign cohorts
Would make the law in our homes!
What! These mercenary phalanxes
Would strike down our proud warriors! (repeat)
Great God! By chained hands
Our brows would yield under the yoke
Vile despots would have themselves
The masters of our destinies!
 

Allons enfants de la Patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arrivé!
Contre nous de la tyrannie,
L'étendard sanglant est levé, (bis)
Entendez-vous dans les campagnes
Mugir ces féroces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras
Égorger vos fils, vos compagnes!

Aux armes, citoyens,
Formez vos bataillons,
Marchons, marchons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons!

Que veut cette horde d'esclaves,
De traîtres, de rois conjurés?
Pour qui ces ignobles entraves,
Ces fers dès longtemps préparés? (bis)
Français, pour nous, ah! quel outrage
Quels transports il doit exciter!
C'est nous qu'on ose méditer
De rendre à l'antique esclavage!

Quoi! des cohortes étrangères
Feraient la loi dans nos foyers!
Quoi! Ces phalanges mercenaires
Terrasseraient nos fiers guerriers! (bis)
Grand Dieu! Par des mains enchaînées
Nos fronts sous le joug se ploieraient
De vils despotes deviendraient
Les maîtres de nos destinées!

Song 194: "Space Oddity" - David Bowie

Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
Ground Control to Major Tom (ten, nine, eight, seven, six)
Commencing countdown, engines on (five, four, three)
Check ignition and may God's love be with you (two, one, liftoff)

This is Ground Control to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare

"This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today

For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do

Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much she knows"

Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?

Can you "Here am I floating 'round my tin can
Far above the moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do"
 

Song 193: "Jimmie's Song" - Emanuel and the Fear

Jimmie takes his time as he washes his eyes
and then makes his bed up and then heads for the outside. 
And it doesn't make a difference every once and a while
if you've got nothing to do but sit around and think about
how nothing he could do could ever feel good 

But he knows you gotta get a job if you're looking to move on
Like everybody else but it's the same thing
Always the same dream keeping him from moving, saying 

I don't want to do nothin but be in a rock band
I don't want to get a job, I don't wanto be a man
I don't want to do nothin but be in a rock band
I don't want to do nothing at all
I don't want to do nothing at all 

But then the bills pour in and he thinks he'd like to swim, 
but he still don't go anywhere. 
Until he gets too weak, they got him swimming in his sleep
And then he needs to grab something to get some air.  
And so he pulls a job down at the landfill, 
and he don't mind the working outside looking out on the turnpike. 
But the days fly by and the fire in his side tells him he'll never be right until the day that he dies, saying 

I don't want to do nothin but be in a rock band
I don't want to get a job, I don't wanto be a man
I don't want to do nothin but be in a rock band
I don't want to do nothing at all
I don't want to do nothing at all 

All his words fall down through the cracks in between, 
and spread like sunlight down on the world underneath. 
But up here they fall to nowhere they're just a feeling he needs, 
as he drives through the weeds, 
and through the swamps and through the trees, 

As he's talking like he's holding a gun in his hand, 
but there aint nobody there, it's just him waving his hands. 
And then he drives on to his guy at the van to get his
cup of coffee with three sugars for two dollars. 
And back to work another day another hour, 
he gets older by the minute but there's nobody around him who can understand, looking at a young man feeling like no one ever notices, 
They live the same day over and over 

No, I don't want to do nothin but be in a rock band
I don't want to get a job, I don't wanto be a man
I don't want to do nothin but be in a rock band
I don't want to do nothing at all
I don't want to do nothing at all