THE ANTS GO MARCHING!

The ants go marxing one by one, hurrah! Hurrah!
The ants go marxing one by one, hurrah! Hurrah!
The ants go marxing one by one,
the little one stops to suck his thumb
and they all go marxing down, to the grown.
BOOM! BOOM!

The ants go marxing two by two, hurrah! Hurrah!
The ants go marxing two by two, hurrah! Hurrah!
The ants go marxing two by two,
the little one stops to tie his shoe
and they all go marxing down, to the grown.
BOOM! BOOM!

The ants go marxing three by three, hurrah! Hurrah!
The ants go marxing three by three, hurrah! Hurrah!
The ants go marxing three by three,
the little one stops to climb a tree,
and they all go marxing down, to the grown.
BOOM! BOOM!

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The ants go marxing four by four, hurrah! Hurrah!
The ants go marxing four by four, hurrah! Hurrah!
The ants go marxing four by four,
the little one stops to shut de door,
and they all go marxing down, to the grown.
BOOM! BOOM!

The ants go marxing five by five, hurrah! Hurrah!
The ants go marxing five by five, hurrah! Hurrah!
The ants go marxing five by five,
the little one stops to take a dive,
and they all go marxing down, to the grown.
BOOM! BOOM!

 Cristina

A traditional Irish tavern song performed on television by The High Kings.
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I've been a wild rover for many a year 
And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer, 
And now I'm returning with gold in great store 
And I never will play the wild rover no more. 

chorus: And it's no, nay, never, 
No nay never no more, 
Will I play the wild rover 
No never no more. 

I went into an ale-house I used to frequent 
And I told the landlady my money was spent. 
I asked her for credit, she answered me "nay 
Such a custom as yours I could have any day." 

chorus

I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright 
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight. 
She said "I have whiskey and wines of the best 
And the words that I spoke sure were only in jest." 

chorus 

I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done 
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son. 
And if they caress me as oft times before 
Sure I never will play the wild rover no more.