Campbell, Connelly's 38th Selection 1940

Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK - 12 Jul 2002

Playmate, come out and play with me
and bring your dollies three.
Climb up my apple tree,
look down my rainpipe
slide down my kitchen door
and we'll be jolly friends for ever more.
She couldn't come out and play,
it was a sunny day
with tearful eye, she breath'd a sigh
and I could hear her say, I'm sorry,
Playmate, I cannot play with you,
my dollies have the flu,
Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo.
Ain't got no rainpipe,
ain't got no kitchen door
but we'll be jolly friends for ever more.

Safe in my heart you will be, darling,
till you come back again,
safe in my heart close to me, darling,
there you will always remain;
while your love blooms like a rose so fair
heaven will answer my ev'ry prayer.
Tho' we are so far apart, darling,
I'll keep you safe in my heart.

To make a sunbeam shine,
a little rain must fall,
the weather always can't be fine,
a little rain must fall.
The Roses may be there
behind the garden wall
before their fragrance fills the air
a little rain must fall.
So why not try to be prepared
when the sky is grey,
a smile is never scared
of a rainy day,
a tear drop when you're blue
is nothing after all,
to bring the rainbow back to you,
a little rain must fall.

Oh! we've roll'd up the old umberella,
and we've hung up the old walking cane,
we have pack'd away our spats,
and we've grabb'd our old tin hats,
and we're on our way again.
Oh! we've had such a lovely vacation,
for twenty long years or more,
but now we've roll'd up the old umberella,
in the rack behind the door.

There'll be wedding bells
where blue bells grow my darling
'twas there I met you
I can't forget you,
there'll be wedding bells
where bluebells know I love you
they seem to whisper you love me too.
Ev'ry bluebell in the dell
knows my secret they won't tell
I'm dreaming of the day when we will go
to the little church
that stands upon the hillside,
there'll be wedding bells
where bluebells grow.

Little one, little one,
what can the matter be,
tell me why are you blue,
Should Mama buy you peppermint candy,
sugar, spice and ev'rything dandy?
No Mama! No Mama! No Mama! No!
Little one, little one,
why do you worry me,
tell me what can I do,
Should Mama buy you ribbons and laces,
fancy shoes to take you to places?
No Mama! No Mama! No Mama! No!
There is nothing in this world,
that you could ever buy me,
I want what I want, what I want,
what I want, what I want
would satisfy me.
Little one, little one,
you're such a mystery,
tell me can it be true,
Your foolish heart is driving you frantic
Could it be you're feeling romantic?
Yes Mama! Yes! my heart has told me so,
I'd love to find a sweetheart,
and now at last you know Mama,
Know Mama, Mama, Now you know.

Oh! you never miss the old faces,
you never miss the old places,
till your far away from home sweet home.
Then you wonder how the old pals are,
you wonder where the old gals are,
when you're miles away across the foam,
and you're a lonely stranger in a lonely town,
with only mem'ries when the sun goes down,
for you never miss the old faces,
you never miss the old places,
till you're far away from home sweet home.

Music soothes the savage,
that's a wellknown phrase,
but your heart becomes
full of kettledrums
when the sweet potato piper plays.
Go on throw your hat up,
shout a few hoorays,
'cause you can't hold back,
you're a Jumpin' Jack
when the sweet potato piper plays.
Tho' it's not a magic flute,
there's a fascinating toot.
It's not exactly beautiful,
it's sort o' like an I don't know;
I guess you'd call it cute.
Sunbeams try new dancesteps,
songbirds sound their 'A's
and the world joins in with a great big grin
when the sweet potato piper plays.

The singing hills mmm mmm
are singing tonight mmm mmm,
and echoing a song of long ago.
The singing hills mmm mmm
were singing that night mmm mmm,
that lovely night you said:
"I love you so"
The wing in the valley
joined in our sweet refrain,
but now the wind and I,
each night we cry:
"Come back again"
Tho' you are gone mmm mmm
the song lingers on mmm mmm,
still echoing among the singing hills.

Bring out the little brown jug,
when good fellows get together,
bring out the little brown jug,
we can always find fair weather.
Give ev'ry girlie a kiss,
give ev'ry pal a hug,
come make it snappy,
let's get happy,
Bring out the little brown jug.

Little brown jug, you and me,
clink our glasses merrily,
little brown jug, you and me,
Oh! how happy we will be.

Little brown jug, you and me,
clink our glasses merrily,
little brown jug, you and me,
Oh! how happy we will be.

Soft karaoke
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Campbell Connelly's 38th Selection 1940
copyright MCMXL by Campbell, Connelly and Co. Ltd.
sequence and karaoke by Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK
on Thursday 11 July 2002 at 23.32
in association with Doug Grierson
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© 2002 by James Pitt-Payne for this performance only
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Campbell, Connelly's 38th Selection 1940
copyright MCMXL by Campbell, Connelly and Co. Ltd.
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Intro
Playmates - Dowell
Safe In My Heart - Gilbert and Connelly
A Little Rain Must Fall - Green, Kaye, and Little
We've Rolled up The Old Umberella - Sloan
There'll Be Wedding Bells where Bluebells Grow - Connelly and Rich
No Mama No! - Mizzy, Taylor, Arnold and Gould
You Never Miss The Old Faces - Hughes and Wallace
Sweet Potato Piper - Burke and Monaco
The Singing Hills - David, Sandford and Mysels
Bring Out The Little Brown Jug - M.M. and G. Franklin
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