If you go down to the woods today
You're sure
of a big surprise
If you go down to the woods today
You'd better go in disguise.
For every bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain,
because today's the day
the Teddy Bears have their picnic.













Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts

Picnic time for Teddy Bears
The little Teddy Bears
are having a lovely time today
Watch them,
atch them unawares
And see them picnic
on their holiday.
See them gaily gad about
They love to play and shout;
They never have any cares;
At six o'clock their
Mummies and Daddies,
Will take them home to bed,
Because they're tired little Teddy Bears.

If you go down to the woods today
You're sure
of a big surprise
If you go down to the woods today
You'd better go in disguise.
For every bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain,
because today's the day
the Teddy Bears have their picnic.

There's a hole in my bucket,
dear Liza, dear Liza,
There's a hole in my bucket,
dear Liza, a hole.

Then mend it dear Henry,
dear Henry, dear Henry,
Then mend it dear Henry,
dear Henry, mend it.

With what should I mend it,
dear Liza, dear Liza,
With what should I mend it,
dear Liza, with what?

With a straw,
dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
With straw, dear Henry, dear Henry,
with straw.

The straw is too long,
dear Liza, dear Liza,
The straw is too long,
dear Liza, too long.

Then cut it
dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
Then cut it dear Henry, dear Henry,
cut it!

With what shall I cut it,
dear Liza, dear Liza,
With what shall I cut it, dear Liza,
with what?

With an knife,
dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
With an knife,
dear Henry, an axe.

The knife is too dull,
dear Liza, dear Liza,
The knife is too dull,
dear Liza, too dull.



Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts/Mike Wilbury

Then, sharpen it,
dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
Then sharpen it dear Henry, dear Henry,
sharpen it!

With what should I sharpen it,
dear Liza, dear Liza,
With what should I sharpen,
dear Liza, with what?

With a stone,
dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
With a stone, dear Henry, dear Henry,
a stone.

The stone is too dry,
dear Liza, dear Liza,
The stone is too dry, dear Liza,
too dry.

Then wet it, dear Henry,
dear Henry, dear Henry,
Then wet it dear Henry, dear Henry,
wet it.

With what should I wet it,
dear Liza, dear Liza,
With what should I wet it,
dear Liza, with what?

With water,
dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
With water, dear Henry, dear Henry,
with water.

In what shall I carry it?,
dear Liza, dear Liza,
In shall I carry it?,
dear Liza, in what?

In the bucket,
dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
In the bucket, dear Henry, dear Henry,
in the bucket!

Argh! But there's a hole in the bucket,
dear Liza, dear Liza,
There's a hole in the bucket,
dear Liza, a hole!

The Owl and the Pussycat
went to sea in a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above
and sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy!
O Pussy, my love,
what a beautiful Pussy
you are, you are, you are,
What a beautiful Pussy you are."

Composer: Victor Hely-Hutchinson
Lyrics: Edward Lear

Pussy said to the Owl
"You elegant fowl how charmingly
sweet you sing.
O let us be married,
too long we have tarried;
But what shall we do for a ring?"
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
to the land where the Bong-tree grows,
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig
stood with a ring at the end of his nose,
his nose, his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

"Dear Pig,
are you willing
to sell for one shilling your ring?"
Said the Piggy, "I will"
So they took it away,
and were married next day by the Turkey
who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince,
and slices of quince,
which they ate with a runcible* spoon.
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand they danced by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

T'was in the year of '89
on that old Great Western line,
When the winter wind was blowin' shrill,
The rails were froze,
the winds were cold,
then the air brakes wouldn't hold,
And Number 9 came
roaring down the hill.

The runaway train came down
the track and she blew,
The runaway train came down
the track and she blew,
The runaway train came
down the track,
her whistle wide and her throttle back,
And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew.

The engineer said the train must halt and she blew,
The engineer said the train must halt and she blew,
The engineer said the train must halt,
he said it was all the fireman's fault,
And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew.




Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts/Mike Wilbury

The fireman said
he rang the bell and she blew,
The fireman said
he rang the bell and she blew,
The fireman said
he rang the bell,
the engineer said
“he couldn’t tell”,
And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew.

The porter got an awful fright and she blew,
The porter got an awful fright and she blew,
The porter got an awful fright,
he got so scared he went all white,
And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew.

The conductor said there'd be a wreck and she blew,
The conductor said there'd be a wreck and she blew,
The conductor said there'd be a wreck and
he felt the chills run down his neck,
And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew.

The runaway train went over the hill and she blew,
The runaway train went over the hill and she blew,
The runaway train
went over the hill
and the last we heard
she was going still,
And she blew, blew, blew, blew, blew.

Daisy, Daisy give me your answer do.
I'm half crazy all
for the love of you.
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage.
But you'll look sweet,
Upon the seat,
Of a bicycle made for two.

Harry, Harry,
here is your answer true.
I'm not crazy all for the love of you.
There won't be any marriage,
If you can't
afford a carriage.
'Cause I'll be switched,
If I get hitched,
On a bicycle built for two!

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts/Mike Wilbury
Orchestral Arrangement: Rick Benbow

Daisy, Daisy give me your answer do.
I'm half crazy all
for the love of you.
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage.
But you'll look sweet,
Upon the seat,
Of a bicycle made for two.

Charlie, Charlie,
Here is my answer true.
I'm not crazy All for the love of you.
If you can't
afford a carriage
There won't be any marriage.
'Cause I'll be loather*
If I’m bethroated**
On a bicycle built for two!

A froggy went a-courtin' and he did ride, Aha,
A froggy went a-courtin' aAnd he did ride, Aha,
A frog went a-courtin' and he did ride,
Sword and pistol by his side,
Aha, Aha, Aha.

He rode up to Miss Mousie's door, Aha,
He rode up to Miss Mousie's door, Aha,
He rode up to Miss Mousie's door,
Where he'd often been before,
Aha, Aha, Aha.

He said, "Miss Mouse, are you within?" Aha,
He said, "Miss Mouse, are you within?" Aha,
He said, "Miss Mouse, are you within?"
"Yes, kind sir, I sit and spin."
Aha, Aha Aha.

He took Miss Mouse upon his knee, Aha,
He took Miss Mouse upon his knee, Aha,
He took Miss Mouse upon his knee
Said "Miss Mouse, will you marry me?"
Aha, Aha Aha
.
Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts

"Without my Uncle Rat's consent, Aha,
Without my Uncle Rat's consent, Aha,
Without my Uncle Rat's consent
I wouldn't even marry the President."
Aha, Aha, Aha.

Uncle Rat, he laughed and shook his fat sides, Aha,
Uncle Rat, he laughed and shook his fat sides, Aha,
Uncle Rat, he laughed and shook his fat sides
To think his niece would be a bride,
Aha, Aha Aha .

"Oh, where will the wedding supper be?" Aha,
"Oh, where will the wedding supper be?" Aha,
"Oh where will the wedding supper be?"
"Way down yonder in the hollow tree."
Aha, Aha, Aha.

A little piece of corn bread laying on the shelf, Aha
A little piece of corn bread laying on the shelf, Aha
A little piece of corn bread laying on the shelf,
If you want any more you can sing it yourself,
Aha, Aha, Aha,
Aha, Aha, Aha

A mouse lived in a windmill in old Amsterdam
A windmill with a mouse in
And he wasn't grousin'
He sang every morning,
"How lucky I am,
Living in a windmill in old Amsterdam!"

I saw a mouse!
Where?
There on the stair!
Where on the stair?
Right there!
A little mouse with clogs on
Well I declare!
Going clip-clippety-clop on the stair
Oh yeah

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts

First they had triplets and then they had quins
A windmill with quins in,
and triplets and twins in
They sang every morning,
"How lucky we are
Living in a windmill in Amsterdam, ya!"

I saw a mouse!
Where?
There on the stair!
Where on the stair?
Right there!
A little mouse with clogs on
Well I declare!
Going clip-clippety-clop on the stair
Oh yeah

In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine
Dwelt a miner forty niner,
And his daughter Clementine

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost
and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Light she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes, without topses,
Sandals were for Clementine.

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Drove she ducklings to the water
Ev'ry morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine.

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts

Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles, soft and fine,
But, alas, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine.

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost
and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

How I missed her! How I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine,
But I kissed her little sister,
I forgot my Clementine.

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry,
Clementine

Three little kittens, they lost their mittens,
And they began to cry,
“Oh, mother dear, we sadly fear
Our mittens we have lost.”
“What! Lost your mittens?
You naughty kittens!
Then you shall have no pie.
Mee-ow, mee-ow, you shall have no pie.”
“Mee-ow, mee-ow, we shall have no pie.”

The three little kittens, they found their mittens,
And they began to cry,
“Oh, mother dear, see here, see here,
Our mittens we have found.”
“What! Found your mittens?
You darling kittens!
Then you shall have some pie.
Mee-ow, mee-ow, you shall have some pie.”
“Mee-ow, mee-ow, we shall have some pie.”

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts

The three little kittens, put on their mittens,
And soon ate up the pie;
“Oh, mother dear, we greatly fear
Our mittens we have soiled.”
“What! Soiled your mittens?
You naughty kittens!”
Then they began to sigh,
“Mee-ow, mee-ow,” we began to sigh.
“Mee-ow, mee-ow, they began to sigh.”

Solo

Two little dicky birds
Sitting on a wall
One named Peter
One named Paul
Fly away Peter
Fly away Paul
Come back Peter
Come back Paul

Peter was a little finch
Who liked to fly up high
He was only happy when
Soaring through the sky
Paul on the other hand
Would like to stay down low
Just above the hedgerows
Is as high as he would go

They like to meet on Tuesdays
When the sky is bright,
They’d always fly from far and wide
Enjoyed to take the flight
They’d both fly to the wall
And land if it was clear,
But then would take the flight again
If someone wandered near








Words: Traditional
Additional Lyrics & Music: Ian J Watts

Two little dicky birds
Sitting on a wall
One named Peter
One named Paul
Fly away Peter
Fly away Paul
Come back Peter
Come back Paul

They’d tweet about the things they’d seen
The places and the people
Pete would find the highest church
And land upon the steeple.
Paul would mention little things
like flowers and plants and weeds
He thinks so very fondly
Of eating farmer's seeds.

Paul was just a sparrow
Who likes to make his way
Around about the apple trees
He loved it he would say
When they met it seemed just right
They wouldn’t mind the weather
They simply loved it
As they flew around together

Two little dicky birds
Sitting on a wall
One named Peter
One named Paul
Fly away Peter
Fly away Paul
Come back Peter
Come back Paul, Come back Paul
Come back Paul, Come back Paul

Tom, Tom, the piper's son
Stole a pig and away he'd run;
The pig was eat and Tom was beat,
And Tom ran howling down the street.

Tom with his pipe made such a noise,
That he pleased both the girls and boys,
And they all stopped to hear him play,
'Over the hills and far away'.

Tom with his pipe he played with such skill
That those who heard him could never keep still;
As soon as he played they began for to dance,
The pigs on their hind legs would after him dance.

Let's dance!

As Dolly was milking her cow one day,
Tom took his pipe and began to play;
So Dolly and the cow danced 'The Cheshire Round',
Till the pail was broken and the milk ran on the ground.

He met old Dame Trot with a basket of eggs,
He used his pipe and she used her legs;
She danced about till the eggs were all broke,
She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke.

Tom, Tom, he was a piper's son
he learned to play when he was young;
The only tune that he could play
was 'Over the hills and far away'

The Queen of Hearts
She made some tarts
All on a summer's day;
The Knave of Hearts
He stole the tarts
And took them clean away.
The King of Hearts
Called for the tarts
And beat the Knave full sore
The Knave of Hearts
Brought back the tarts
And vowed he'd steal no more.

I'm the Queen of Hearts
I did some tarts
All on a summer's day;
I'm the Knave of Hearts
And I stole the tarts
And I took them clean away.

I'm the King of Hearts
And I called for the tarts
And I beat the Knave full sore

I'm the Knave of Hearts
And I brought back those tarts
And I vowed I'll steal no more.
(Queen: You better not young man!)
Knave: No more!
The Queen of Hearts
She made some tarts
All on a summer's day;
The Knave of Hearts
He stole the tarts
And took them clean away.

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts

The King of Hearts
Called for the tarts
And beat the Knave full sore
The Knave of Hearts
Brought back the tarts
And vowed he'd steal
vowed he'd steal
he vowed he'd steal no more.

No more
No more
No more

(Knave: Well I don't know about that,
I mean,
they were there for the taking,
weren't they?
I mean, I can't promise nothing
I mean I'm just a knave,
I don't know what
I'm doing half of the time,
I mean, if they're there
and the opportunity arises.
I mean
I just gonna take them away,
aren't I?

Queen: Off with his head!

King: Off with his head!