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"Grace always trumps pedantry."
- -- Jack Lynch
Seasonal Pome
Summertime Summertime
The Jamies
It's summertime summertime sum sum summertime
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Well shut them books and throw 'em away
And say goodbye to dull school days
Look alive and change your ways
It's summertime...
Well no more studying history
And no more reading geography
And no more dull geometry
Because it's summertime
It's time to head straight for them hills
It's time to live and have some thrills
Come along and have a ball
A regular free-for-all
Well are you comin' or are you stayin
You saw it first and I won't complain
Hurry up before I change
It's summertime
Well I'm so happy that I could flip
Oh how I'd love to take a trip
I'm sorry teacher but zip your lip
Because it's summertime
Well we'll go swimmin' every day
No time to work just time to play
If your folks complain just say,
"It's summertime"
And every night we'll have a dance
Cause what's a vacation without romance
Oh man this jive gets me in a trance
Because it's summertime
It's summertime
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Summertime
It's summertime
Penological Pome
Send Me To The Electric Chair
(Electric Chair Blues)
- Judge, your honor, hear my plea
- Before you open up your code;
- But I don't want no sympathy
- 'Cause I done cut my good man's throat.
- I caught him with a traveling Jane
- I warned him 'bout before.
- I had my knife and went insane
- And the rest you ought to know.
- Judge, Judge, please Mr. Judge,
- Send me to the electric chair.
- Judge, Judge, Good Mr. Judge,
- Let me go away from here
- I want to take a journey
- To the devil down below
- I done killed my man,
- I want to reap just what I sowed
- Oh, Judge, Judge, Lordy, Lordy, Judge,
- Send me to the electric chair.
- Judge, Judge, hear me Judge,
- Send me to the electric chair,
- Judge, Judge, send me there Judge,
- I loved him so dear
- I cut him with my Barlow, I kicked him in the side,
- I stood there laughing over him wWhile he wallowed round and died.
- Oh, Judge, Judge, Lordy, Judge
- Send me to the electric chair.
- Judge, Judge, Sweet Mr. Judge
- Send me to the electric chair.
- Judge, Judge, good kind Judge
- Burn me 'cause I don't care
- I Don't want no bonding man to go my bail
- I Don't want to spend no ninety nine years in jail
- So Judge, Judge, good kind Judge,
- Send me to the electric chair.
By Bessie Smith (1892-1937)
Me, Rachel
My grand-niece and my great-grand-niece
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