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#119 Title: Autumn to May Subtitle: Paul Stookey & Peter Yarrow
Oh, Conce I had a Bmlittle dog, his Ccolor it was Dbrown, I Ctaught his how to Bmwhistle, to Csing and dance and Drun. His Glegs they were fourEmteen yards Bmlong, his Gears so very Emwide, AGround the world in Emhalf a Bmday, upCon him I could Dride. GSing Ctarry-o-Dday, EmSing CAutumn to DMay.
Oh, once I had a little frog, he wore a vest of red, He leaned upon a silver cane, a top hat on his head. He'd speak of far off places, of things to see and do, And all the kings and queens he'd met, while sailing in a shoe. Sing tarry-o-day, Sing Autumn to May. Oh, one I had a flock of sheep, they grazed upon a feather. I'd keep them in a music box from wind and rainy weather. And every day the sun would shine, they'd fly all through the town To bring me back some golden rings, and candy by the pound. Sing tarry-o-day, Sing Autumn to May. Oh, once I had a downy swan, she was so very frail, She sat upon an oyster shell, and hatched me out a snail. The snail it changed into a bird, the bird to butterfly, And he who tells a bigger tale would have to tell a lie. Sing tarry-o-day, Sing Autumn to May. # # Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives # by Steve Putz <putz@parc.xerox.com> # 7 September 1992