"And The Green Grass Grew All Around" Walter Van Brunt (1912) Harry Von Tilzer NOT folk song version скачать в хорошем качестве

"And The Green Grass Grew All Around" Walter Van Brunt (1912) Harry Von Tilzer NOT folk song version

"And The Green Grass Grew All Around" is sung by Walter Van Brunt on a cylinder made in 1912 This version of "And The Green Grass Grew All Around" is the William Jerome-Harry Von Tilzer song. Little Johnny Green, Little Sally Brown Spooning in the park with the grass all around Underneath a tree, they were making love Gazing at the silver stars above John said, "Sally, our love will grow" "I've got money", said Sal, "you know And if you will share my lot I'll give you all I've got" And the green grass grew all around, all around, all around And each little bird in the tree top high Said, "Oh, you kid" and winked his eye And the green grass grew all around, all around, on the ground "With all your gold my turtle dove" Said he, "How can you doubt my love?" And the green grass grew all around, all around And the green grass grew all around Head upon his breast, Little Sally Brown Coochie-coochie-coo with the grass all around Now and then a kiss, then a loving sigh What would Popsy do if Ma should die "John," said Sally, "When we are wed I'll bring breakfast to you in bed" "Come on, dear, just one more squeeze Give me your bank book please" And the green grass grew all around, all around, all around And each little bird in the tree top high Said, "Oh, you kid, you're some wise guy" And the green grass grew all around, all around, on the ground John fancied he'd heard someone say "There's always one born every day" And the green grass grew all around, all around And the green grass grew all around After they were wed, "I can cook," she said Fried a piece of steak with the grass all around Made some biscuits too, which poor Johnny ate Doctor came, but then it was too late John delirious starts to rave Three days after he's in his grave All his happy days are gone Home cooking killed poor John And the green grass grew all around, all around, all around And each little bird in the tree top high Sang, "Oh you, John, goodbye, goodbye" And the green grass grew all around, all around, upon the ground The biscuits he could not digest Were laid away with John to rest And the green grass grew all around, all around And the green grass grew all around "And The Green Grass Grew All Around" Walter Van Brunt (1912) Harry Von Tilzer NOT folk song version