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Songs that were old, when I was young. For some reason, I liked them.

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The first two, I do not remember where I first heard them. Likely one of my parents records, but it could be from a movie. Perhaps both.
They both have an 'Old West' feel to them


Tumbling Tumbleweeds






Cool Clear Water

 
When I about seven or eight, I loved the song Clementine and had memorized aaaall the verses. I liked that it told a story and thought to impress family and friends with such a fabulous song that many didn't know had so many verses. Of course, I sang the refrain after every verse which made for a very long song for family and friends to endure. But that's love for ya.


Clementine

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

Refrain:
Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.

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

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

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

5. In a churchyard near the canyon,
Where the myrtle doth entwine,
There grow rosies and some posies,
Fertilized by Clementine.

6. Then, the miner, forty-niner,
Soon began to fret and pine,
Thought he oughter join his daughter,
So he's now with Clementine.

7. Now I'm so lonely, lost without her,
Wish I'd had a fishing line,
Which I might have cast about her,
Might have saved my Clementine.

8. In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
Robed in garments soaked with brine,
Then she rises from the waters,
And I kiss my Clementine.

9. Listen fellers, heed the warning
Of this tragic tale of mine,
Artificial respiration
Could have saved my Clementine.

10. How I missed her, how I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine,
Til I kissed her little sister,
And forgot my Clementine.​



And I still think he killed poor Clementine.
 
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When I about seven or eight, I loved the song Clementine and had memorized aaaall the verses. I liked that it told a story and thought to impress family and friends with such a fabulous song that many didn't know had so many verses. Of course, I sang the refrain after every verse which made for a very long song for family and friends to endure. But that's love for ya.


Clementine

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

Refrain:
Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.

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

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

4. Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles soft and fine,
But alas, I was no swimmer,
Neither was my Clementine.

5. In a churchyard near the canyon,
Where the myrtle doth entwine,
There grow rosies and some posies,
Fertilized by Clementine.

6. Then, the miner, forty-niner,
Soon began to fret and pine,
Thought he oughter join his daughter,
So he's now with Clementine.

7. Now I'm so lonely, lost without her,
Wish I'd had a fishing line,
Which I might have cast about her,
Might have saved my Clementine.

8. In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
Robed in garments soaked with brine,
Then she rises from the waters,
And I kiss my Clementine.

10. Listen fellers, heed the warning
Of this tragic tale of mine,
Artificial respiration
Could have saved my Clementine.

11. How I missed her, how I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine,
Til I kissed her little sister,
And forgot my Clementine.​



And I still think he killed poor Clementine.

When I was a child, early 60s, Huckleberry Hound used to sing the chorus of this song all the time.
 
This one goes back to before Bing but why bother

 
This one goes back to the 20s but you may have heard it before

 
As with many folk songs we don't know exactly when they originated but, based on the lyrics, you'd figure this one for mid to late 1700s

 
This one likely goes back to the 1500s

 
According to the internet (and we know that's never wrong) this is the oldest tune on record



Near as anyone can tell it was a raging hit something like 3500 years ago but only had regional appeal since the LPs of the day were made of clay and weighed 65 pounds.
 
This one goes back to the 20s but you may have heard it before



Yes I have heard it. The Godfather, the wedding scene. I need to look up the translation.
 
Fats Waller

Ain't misbehavin, I'm savin my love for you

 
The man with the relaxed style that comes from years of being Sinatra

 
This is one you all might recognize



 
When I was a child, early 60s, Huckleberry Hound used to sing the chorus of this song all the time.

That's probably where I first heard it from. lol

Actually, my grandmother played piano and I learned it from one of her old song books called "Darn Fool Ditties." It was full of old 'souvenir' songs...

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1936 Darn Fool Ditties | Etsy


Mary had a little lamb
It's fleece was black as soot
And into Mary's bread and jam
His sooty foot he put...

Utsnay Otay Ouyay
 
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This is the first 'oldest' song I remember hearing and loving. One of the nuns at school taught "music class" which basically consisted of her playing George Gershwin on the accordian.

"Summertime" was her favorite and mine too.

 
This is the first 'oldest' song I remember hearing and loving. One of the nuns at school taught "music class" which basically consisted of her playing George Gershwin on the accordian.

"Summertime" was her favorite and mine too.

That was painful to hear but gets points for the pure chutzpah of doing it.
 
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