The Boston Common Old Song Medley Lyrics

bom, bom, bom, bom, oh, oh, oh, oh

What ever happened to the good old songs
They sang when Dad was young (Dad was young)
What ever happened to the good old tunes
You seldom hear them sung (hear them sung)

The years have gone and so has Dad
But I can hear them yet
What ever happened to the melodies
The ones I can't forget
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Like nothing could be finer
Than to be in Carolina
In the morning
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With Peg o' my heart, I love you
We'll never part, I love you
Dear little girl, sweet little girl
Sweeter than the rose of Erin
Are you winning smiles endearin'
And Peg (Peg o' my heart) Peg of my heart your glances
Make my heart say how's chances
Come be my own
Come make your home
In my heart, my heart
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And put your arms around me, honey, hold me tight
Huddle up and cuddle up with all your might
And
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Be a paper doll that I can call my own
A doll that other fellas cannot steal
And then the flirty, flirty guys with their flirty, flirty eyes
Will have to flirt with dollies that are real

When I come home at night she will be waiting
She'll be the truest doll in all the world
I'd rather have a paper doll to call my own
Than have a fickle-minded real live girl (real live girl)
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Unless it's Mary, pretty Mary
Plain as any name can be
But with propriety, society
Will say Marie (say Marie)
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do da li do
do da li do
do da li, do da li, do da li, do

do da li do
do da li do
do da li, do da li, do da li, do

Please play for me that sweet melody called
do da li do, do da li do

I like the rest but what I like best is
do da li do, do da li do

Simplest thing, there's nothing much to it
Don't have to sing, just do da li do it

I love it so, wherever I go
I do da li, do da li, do da li, do da li
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Down, down, down, in jungle town (in jungle town)
A honeymoon is coming soon

Then you'll hear a serenade (serenade)
To a pretty monkey maid (a pretty little monkey maid)

And in monkey land (in monkey land)
The chimpanzees sing in the trees
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Oh by gee, by gosh, by gum, by jove
Oh by jingo won't you hear our love

We will build for you a hut
You will be our favorite nut
We'll have a lot of little oh by gollies
Then we'll put them in the follies.
(By) by jingo said, by gosh by gee,
(By) by jimminy, please don't bother me
Then we'll all go away singing
Oh by gee, by gosh, by gum, by jove, by jingo
(By) by gee, you're the only girl for me, for me
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So, what ever happened to the good old songs
They sang when Dad was young
It seems too bad as the years go by
You seldom hear them sung (hear them sung)

They were gentle and charming, with a simple old tune
A stroll through the park by the light of the moon
There were songs about broadway and old herald square
The banks of the Wabash, how I long to be there
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Mammy, Mammy
I'd walk a million miles
For one of your smiles
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And those were the good old songs