Songs Grandma A and Aunt Grace Sang

Oh how I hate to get up in the morning.
Oh how I hate to get out of bed.
Some day I'll get the other pup, the one who wakes the buegler up, and spend the rest of my life in bed.


Three little fishies in an itty bitty pool.
Three little fishies and the momma fishie too.
Fim said the momma fishie fim if you can
And he fam and he fam all over the damn.
Bip-Bip-Biddem-Bottem-Watem Chu
Bip-Bip-Biddem-Bottem-Watem Chu
Bip-Bip-Biddem-Bottem-Watem Chu
And he fam and he fam all over the damn.


Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy.
A kid'll eat ivy too, wouldn't you?



If you go out in the woods today
You're sure of a big surprise.
If you go out in the woods today
You'd better go in disguise.
For ev’ry Bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain,
because Today's the day the Teddy Bears have their Picnic.

Ev’ry teddy bear, that's been good
Is sure of a treat today
There's lots of wonderful things to eat
And wonderful games to play
Beneath the trees, where nobody sees
They'll hide and seek as long as they please
Today's the day the Teddy Bears have their Picnic

Picnic time for teddy bears,
The little teddy bears are having a lovely time today.
Watch them, catch them unawares,
And see them picnic on their holiday.
See them gaily dance about.
They love to play and shout.
And never have any cares.
At six o'clock their mommies and daddies
Will take them home to bed
Because they're tired little teddy bears.



The other night dear, as I lay sleeping,
I dreamt I held you in my arms.
When I awoke dear, I was mistaken,
So I hung my head down and cried.

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


Oh, me name is MacNamara
I'm the leader of the band
Although we're few in numbers
we're the finest in the land
We play at wakes and weddings
and at every fancy ball
And when we play at funerals
we play the March From Saul

Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang
And the horns they blaze away
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon
while I the pipes do play
And Hennessey Tennessee tootles the flute
And the music is something grand
A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's band

Right now we are rehearsin' for a very swell affair
The annual celebration - all the gentry will be there
When General Grant to Ireland came, he took me by the handS
ays he,"I never saw the likes of MacNamara's band

"Oh! My name is Uncle Yulius and from Sweden I have come
To play with MacNamara's band and beat the big bass drum
And when I march along the street The ladies think I'm grand
They shout "There's Uncle Yulius playing with an Irish band"

Oh, I wear a bunch of shamrocks and a uniform of green
And I am the funniest lookin' Swede that you have ever seen
There's O'Briens and Ryans and Sheehans and Meehansthey come from Ireland,
But by yimminyI'm the only Swede in MacNamara's band