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Hag Gadya
Lyrics.en
Verse 1:
One little goat, one little goat:
Which my father bought for two zuzim.Verse 2:
One little goat, one little goat
The cat came, and ate the goat,
Which my father bought for two zuzim.Verse 3:
One little goat, one little goat:
The dog came, and bit the cat, that ate the goat,
Which my father bought for two zuzim.Verse 4:
One little goat, one little goat:
The stick came, and beat the dog,
that bit the cat, that ate the goat,
Which my father bought for two zuzim.Verse 5:
One little goat, one little goat:
The fire came, and burned the stick,
that beat the dog, that bit the cat, that ate the goat,
Which my father bought for two zuzim.Verse 6:
One little goat, one little goat:
The water came, and put out the fire,
that burned the stick, that beat the dog,
that bit the cat, that ate the goat,
Which my father bought for two zuzim.Verse 7:
One little goat, one little goat:
The ox came, and drank the water,
that put out the fire, that burned the stick,
that beat the dog, that bit the cat, that ate the goat,
Which my father bought for two zuzim.Verse 8:
One little goat, one little goat:
The slaughterer (Shohet) came, and killed the ox,
that drank the water, that put out the fire,
that burned the stick, that beat the dog,
that bit the cat, that ate the goat,
Which my father bought for two zuzim.Verse 9:
One little goat, one little goat:
The angel of death came, and slew the slaughterer,
who killed the ox, that drank the water,
that put out the fire, that burned the stick,
that beat the dog, that bit the cat, that ate the goat,
Which my father bought for two zuzim.Verse 10:
One little goat, one little goat:
Then came The Holy One, Blessed be He,
and smote the angel of death, who slew the slaughterer,
who killed the ox, that drank the water,
that put out the fire, that burned the stick,
that beat the dog, that bit the cat, that ate the goat,
Which my father bought for two zuzim.Verse 11:
One little goat, one little goat.
Lyrics:
One little goat, one little goat.
That my father bought for two coins,
one little goat, one little goat.Then came the cat
and ate the goat,
That my father bought for two coins,
one little goat, one little goat.Then came the dog
and bit the cat,
that ate the goat,
That my father bought for two coins,
one little goat, one little goat.Then came the stick
and beat the dog,
that bit the cat,
that ate the goat,
That my father bought for two coins,
one little goat, one little goat.Then came fire
and burnt the stick,
that beat the dog,
that bit the cat,
that ate the goat,
That my father bought for two coins,
one little goat, one little goat.Then came the water
and quenched the fire,
that burnt the stick,
that beat the dog,
that bit the cat,
that ate the goat,
That my father bought for two coins,
one little goat, one little goat.Then came the ox
and drank the water,
that quenched the fire,
that burnt the stick,
that beat the dog,
that bit the cat,
that ate the goat,
That my father bought for two coins,
one little goat, one little goat.Then came the slaughterer
and slaughtered the ox,
that drank the water,
that quenched the fire,
that burnt the stick,
that beat the dog,
that bit the cat,
that ate the goat,
That my father bought for two coins,
one little goat, one little goat.Then came the Angel of Death
and killed the slaughterer,
that slaughtered the ox,
that drank the water,
that quenched the fire,
that burnt the stick,
that beat the dog,
that bit the cat,
that ate the goat,
That my father bought for two coins,
one little goat, one little goat.Then came the Holy One, Blessed be He
and took the Angel of Death,
that killed the slaughterer,
that slaughtered the ox,
that drank the water,
that quenched the fire,
that burnt the stick,
that beat the dog,
that bit the cat,
that ate the goat,
That my father bought for two coins,
one little goat, one little goat.
Had Gadya (Getty Publications) . pdf
Had gadya: The Only Kid: Facsimile of El Lissitzky’s Edition of 1919
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Harrigan
Who is the man who will spend or will even lend?
Harrigan, that’s me!
Who is your friend when you find that you need a friend?
Harrigan, that’s me!
For I’m just as proud of my name, you see
As an emperor, czar or a king could be
Who is the man helps a man ev’ry time he can?
Harrigan, that’s me!
H, A, double-R, I, G, A, N spells Harrigan
Proud of all the Irish blood that’s in me
Divvil a man can say a word agin me
H, A, double-R, I, G, A, N you see
Is a name that a shame never has been connected with
Harrigan, that’s me!
Who is the man never stood for a gadabout?
Harrigan, that’s me!
Who is the man that the town’s simply mad about?
Harrigan that’s me!
The ladies and babies are fond of me
I’m fond of them, too, in return, you see
Who is the gent that’s deserving a monument?
Harrigan, that’s me!
H, A, double-R, I, G, A, N spells Harrigan
Proud of all the Irish blood that’s in me
Divvil a man can say a word agin me
H, A, double-R, I, G, A, N you see
Is a name that a shame never has been connected with
Harrigan, that’s me!
Yesterday When I Was Young
Yesterday when I was young
The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game
The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame
The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned
I always built, alas, on weak and shifting sand
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day
And only now I see how the years ran awayYesterday, when I was young
So many drinking songs were waiting to be sung
So many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out
I never stopped to think what life was all about
And every conversation I can now recall
Concerned itself with me, me and nothing else at allYesterday the moon was blue
And every crazy day brought something new to do
I used my magic age as if it were a wand
And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died
The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away
And only I am left on stage to end the playThere are so many songs in me that won’t be sung
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue
The time has come for me to pay for yesterday
When I was young
Young, young…
Hier encore, j’avais vingt ans, je caressais le temps
J’ai joué de la vie
Comme on joue de l’amour et je vivais la nuit
Sans compter sur mes jours qui fuyaient dans le temps
J’ai fait tant de projets qui sont restés en l’air
J’ai fondé tant d’espoirs qui se sont envolés
Que je reste perdu, ne sachant où aller
Les yeux cherchant le ciel, mais le cœur mis en terreHier encore, j’avais vingt ans, je gaspillais le temps
En croyant l’arrêter
Et pour le retenir, même le devancer
Je n’ai fait que courir et me suis essoufflé
Ignorant le passé, conjuguant au futur
Je précédais de moi toute conversation
Et donnais mon avis que je voulais le bon
Pour critiquer le monde avec désinvoltureHier encore, j’avais vingt ans mais j’ai perdu mon temps
À faire des folies
Qui me laissent au fond rien de vraiment précis
Que quelques rides au front et la peur de l’ennui
Car mes amours sont mortes avant que d’exister
Mes amis sont partis et ne reviendront pas
Par ma faute j’ai fait le vide autour de moi
Et j’ai gâché ma vie et mes jeunes années
Du meilleur et du pire en jetant le meilleur
J’ai figé mes sourires et j’ai glacé mes pleurs
Où sont-ils à présent?
À présent
Mes vingt ans
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High Wood
(more…)“Ladies and gentlemen, this is High Wood,
Called by the French, Bois des Furneaux.
The famous spot which in Nineteen-Sixteen,
July, August, September, was the scene
Of long and bitterly contested strife,
By reason of its high commanding site.
Observe the effect of shell-fire on the trees
Standing and fallen; here is wire; this trench,
For months inhabited, twelve times changed hands;
(They soon fall in), used later as a grave.
It has been said on good authority
That in the fighting for this patch of wood
Were killed somewhere about eight thousand men,
Of whom the greater part were buried here,
This mound on which you stand being….
Madame, please,You are requested kindly not to touch
Or take away the Comp’ny’s property
As souvenirs: you’ll find we have on sale
A large variety, all guaranteed.
As I was saying, all is as it was,
This is an unknown British officer;
The tunic having lately rotted off.
Please follow me – this way…the path, sir, please,The ground which was secured at great expense
High Wood (1918)
The Company keeps absolutely untouched,
And in that dug-out (genuine) we provide
Refreshments at a reasonable rate.
You are requested not to leave about
Paper or ginger-beer bottles, or orange peel,
There are waste-paper baskets at the gate.”
How the Cat was Belled
A fable told by La Fontaine,
Two centuries or more ago,
Describes some rats who would arraign
A cat, their direst foe,
Who killed so many rats
And caused the deepest woe,
This Catiline of cats.The poor rats were at their wits’ end
Their homes and families to defend;
And as a last resort
They took the case to court.It seems they called a caucus wise
Of rats of every age and size,
And then their dean,
With sapient mien,
A very Solon of a rat,
Said it was best to bell the cat.The quaint old tale goes on to tell
How this plan would have worked quite well,
But, somehow, flaws
Appeared, because
No one would hang the bell.Though there the ancient fable ends,
Later report the tale extends,
No longer is the truth withheld;
Developments appear,
And so you have it here.
For the first time
Set down in rhyme
Just how that cat was belled.The council, as ’twas getting late,
Was just about to separate,
When suddenly a rat arose
Who said he could a plan propose
Which would, he thought, succeed
And meet their urgent need.Now as this rat was very small,
And had no dignity at all,
Although his plan was well advised,
We really need not be surprised
That all the rats of riper years
Expressed the gravest doubts and fears;
Till suddenly
He said, said he,
“If you will leave it all to me,
I will avow
Three days from now
That you shall all be free.”
The solemn council then adjourned.
Each rat to home and fireside turned;
But each shook his wise head
And to his neighbor said:
“It is a dangerous job, in truth,
Though it seems naught to headstrong youth.”Now young Sir Rat we next behold,
With manner brave and visage bold,
Go marching down
To London town,
Where wondrous things are sold.
We see him stop
At a large shop,
And with the bland clerk’s courteous aid
This was the purchase that he made:
A bicycle of finest make,
With modern gear and patent brake,
Pedometer, pneumatic tire,
And spokes that looked like silver wire,
A lantern bright
To shine at night,
Enamel finish, nickel plate,
And all improvements up to date.
Said sly Sir Rat: “It suits me well,
Especially that sweet-toned bell.”The shades of night were falling fast
When Sir Rat turned toward home at last.
The neighbors watched him as he passed
And said: “What is that queer-shaped thing?
Surely that can’t be made to ring.”
Sir Rat went on, nor stayed
To hear the jests they made;
And just outside the old cat’s gate
He stopped and boldly braved his fate,
For if that cat
Should smell a rat
How quickly he’d come out and catch him,
And with what gusto he’d despatch him!
Sir Rat, against the picket-fence
Leaned the machine, then hurried hence,
And hid himself with glee,
And waited breathlessly
To see what that
Cantankerous cat
Would say, when in the twilight dim
He saw that brightly shining rim.Sir Rat, though hidden quite,
And safely out of sight,
Had scarcely time to wink his eye,
When Mr. Cat came sauntering by.“Ha! Ha!” said he,
“What’s this I see,
A bicycle! and just my size!
Well, this, indeed, is a surprise!
I’ll confiscate
This treasure great;
How quickly I’ll fly o’er the ground
When I pursue my hunting round!”He mounted it with eager haste,
It suited well his sporting taste;
He guided it at will,
And used the brake with skill,
He grasped the handle-bars, and then—
You see it was his custom when
He did a thing, to do it well—
Of course he used the clear-toned bell!Victory now! the deed is done!
No longer at the set of sun
The rats fly shrieking to their nests,
They saunter round with merry jests
And ne’er a thought of fear,
Knowing full well
They’ll hear the bell
When Mr. Cat draws near.And young Sir Rat who did the deed,
Whose cleverness relieved their need,
His wondrous enterprise
Was lauded to the skies.
And everywhere his name
Was hailed with shouts of fame.In difficulties, oft we see
The Jingle Book
Modern improvements frequently
Will prove a happy remedy.
Hanuka Gelt
Hanuka, Hanukahh, One two three;
Hanuka, Hanukahh, A B C;
Hanuka, Hanukahh, Four, Three, Two!
Makes me love even you! You! You!
Makes me love even you! You! You!Hanuka, Hanukahh, Eight, Nine, Ten!
Hanuka Geltula, kiss me again!
Hug me purple! Squeezle me blue!
Makes me love even you! You! You!
Makes me love even you! You! You!Hanuka, Hanuka, Hanuka Gelt!
Hanuka, Hanuka, Hanuka Gelt!
I have told you how I felt!
Hanuka, Hanuka, Hanuka Gelt!
Hanuka, Hanuka, Hanuka Gelt!Hanuka, Hanuka, ‘Leven and Seven!
Hanuka Geltula, Dance me to Heaven!
Tickle me! Feed me a pickeldy peach!
Makes me love myself, self, self!
Makes me love myself, self, self!Hanuka, Hanukahh, Forty and Eight!
Here we go, Hanuka, Come to my gate!
We’ll go out early and stay out late!
Makes me love even you! You! You!
Makes me love even you! You! You!
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