SONG SHEET 1

DAY BY DAY
Day by day, day by day,
O dear Lord, three things I pray:
To see thee more clearly, love thee more dearly,
Follow thee more nearly, day by day. (Repeat)

SANTA MARIA
1. Let us build up the flaming fire,
Let us raise up our glasses higher!
Let us stamp our feet, bells are ringing,
Join the carnival, dancing and singing.

2. Now forget all the cares of living,

Greet our friends all our foes forgiving.
Let us stamp our feet, bells are ringing.
Join the carnival, dancing and singing.
SOPRANO DESCANT
Carnival pleasures, carnival time.
Drink by the measure, let’s forget time.

MARY MACK / FURREM BE

Mary Mack’s mither’s makin’ Mary Mack marry me,
And ma mither’s makin’ me marry Mary Mack,
Oh I’ll need to marry Mary tae get Mary tae tak’ care of me,
We’ll all be makin’ merry when I marry Mary Mack!
Furrem be me heen, zanna vis ma gorchas,
Furrem be me heen, zanna vis ma gorchas,
Furrem be me heen, zanna vis ma gorchas,
Furrem be me heen, vee ma gorchas zan.

PEACE IN MY SOUL
Peace, peace, peace where I go,
Peace, peace, peace in my soul.
1. When I find myself on a darkened road, give me peace where I go.
When I look around and find that I’m on my own, give me peace in my soul.
2. When the world seems filled with an angry roar, give me peace where I go.
When people are divided and wanting war, give me peace in my soul.
 VUMA
Vu-ma, vu-ma, vu-ma, vu-ma,
Vu-ma, vu-ma, u-sin-di-swe.
E-kha-ya ezul-wi-ni,
Ku-ne si-them-bi-so.
Vu-ma, vu-ma, u-sin-di-swe.

SOUTH AUSTRALIA
1. In South Australia I was born: heave away, haul away!
In South Australia, round Cape Horn: we’re bound for South Australia!
Haul away, you rolling kings, heave away, haul away.
All the way you’ll hear us sing, we’re bound for South Australia.
2. I see my girl there on the Quay: heave away, haul away!
She’s weeping as she waves to me: we’re bound for South Australia!
Haul away, you rolling kings, heave away, haul away.
All the way you’ll hear us sing, we’re bound for South Australia.
3. I’ll drink a glass as we cross the foam: heave away, haul away!
And one to the lass I leave at home: we’re bound for South Australia!
Haul away, you rolling kings, heave away, haul away.
All the way you’ll hear us sing, we’re bound for South Australia.

SLOOP JOHN B.
CHORUS
So hoist up the John B. sail, see how the mainsail sets,
Call for the Captain ashore, let me go home, let me go home,
I wanna go home, let me go home, home.
Well I feel so broke up, I wanna go home.
1. We come on the Sloop John B. my grandfather and me.
Around Nassau town we did roam.
Drinking all night, got into a fight,
Well I feel so broke up, I wanna go home.
2. The first mate he got drunk, and broke in the Captain’s trunk.
The constable had to come and take him away.
Sheriff John Stone, why don’t you leave me alone.
Well I feel so broke up, I wanna go home.
3. The poor cook he caught the fits and threw away all my grits,
And then he took up and he ate up all of my corn.
Let me go home, why don’t they let me go home.
This is the worst trip I’ve ever been on.