WHEN WILL THE GOOD APPLES FALL 

I may be a rich man's daughter
And have servants of my own.
I can snap my fingers,
And I could have anything I want.

Sometimes I look out my window,
See lovers, hand-in-hand, walk by.
They see the diamonds I wear
But not the tears of envy in my eye.

Oh, when will the good apples fall on my side of the fence?
When will I taste the sweet fruits of life?
When will the sun smile for me, through great cloudy skies above?
When will I find my true, true love?


Well, my daddy says, "Don't worry,"
And my daddy says, "Just wait.
I'm going to find you a rich man's son,
And bring him to our gate."

Sometimes I look out my window,
See lovers, hand-in-hand, walk by.
Daddy doesn't know it:
There are some things that money just can't buy.

Oh, when will the good apples fall on my side of the fence?
When will I taste the sweet fruits of life?
When will the sun smile for me, through great cloudy skies above?
When will I find my true, true love?

When will I find my true, true love?
When will I find my true, true love?
When will I find my true, true love?
(Repeat and fade)

WHISKY IN THE JAR 

As I went a-walkin' on Kilgary Mountain,
I spied Colonel Pepper, and his money he was countin';
I rattled out my pistols and I drew forth my saber,
Cryin', "Stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver."
Chorus:
Musha rig um du rum da,
Whack fol the daddy o,
Whack fol the daddy o,
There's whisky in the jar.
The gold and silver coins, they looked so bright and shiny,
Oh, I took them home straightway, and I gave 'em to my Molly;
She vowed and she promised that she never would deceive me,
But the devil's in the women, oh, you never can believe 'em.
(Chorus)
But when I awoke between six and seven,
The guards were all around me in numbers odd and even;
I reached for my pistols, but alas, I was mistaken;
My pistols had been fired, and a prisoner I was taken.
(Chorus)
They put me in the jail without judge or writin',
For robbing Colonel Pepper, oh, on Kilgary Mountain,
But they didn't take my fists, so I knocked the sentry down,
And bade farewell to the jail in Sligo town.
(Chorus)
Some people take delight in fishin' and in bowlin';
Oh, others take delight in the carriages a-rollin';
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,
And courtin' pretty girls 'til the morning so early.

WITH MY SWAG ALL MY SHOULDER 

When first we left old England's shores, such yarns as we were told,
As how folks in Australia could pick up lumps of gold.
So when we got to Melbourne Town, we were ready soon to slip,
And get even with the captain, we scuttled from the ship.
Chorus:
With my swag all on my shoulder, black billy in my hand,
I travelled the bush of Australia like a true-born native man.
We steered our course for Portland Town, then north-west of Ballarat,
Where some of us got mighty thin, and some got sleek and fat.
Some tried their luck at Bendigo and some at Fiery Creek;
I made a fortune in a day and spent it in a week.
(Chorus)
So round the tucker tracks I tramp, nor leave them out of sight;
My swag's on my left shoulder and then upon my right,
And then I take it on my back and oft upon it lie;
These are the best of tucker tracks, so I'll stay here till I die.
(Chorus)
I travelled the bush of Australia like a true-born native man.

YESTERDAY 

Yesterdays
Yesterdays
Days I knew as happy sweet
Sequestered days
Olden days
Golden days
Days of mad romance and love
Then gay youth was mine
And truth was mine
Joyous free and flaming life
Forsooth was mine
Sad am I
Glad am I
For today I'm dreaming of
Of yesterdays
Then gay youth was mine
The truth was mine
Sad am I
Glad am I
For today I'm dreaming of
Of yesterdays