Ichabod
Who's that coming down the street?
Are they shovels or are they feet?
Lean and lanky, skin and bones
With clothes a scarecrow
would hate to own
Yet he has a certain air
Debonair and devil-may-care
It's the new schoolmaster,
what's his name?
Ichabod, Ichabod Crane
Ichabod, what a name
Kind of odd,
but nice just the same
Funny pan, funny frame
Ichabod, Ichabod Crane
Ichabod may be quaint
May be odd, and maybe he ain't,
ooh bop!
Anyway there's no complaint
From Ichabod, Ichabod Crane
(And though the arrival
of the pedagogue
Gave rise to mixed emotions
The townspeople all agreed
They've never seen anyone)
Like Ichabod, Ichabod Crane
Katrina
Oo oo oo oo
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Once you have met that little
coquette Katrina
You won't forget Katrina
But nobody yet has ever upset Katrina
That cute coquette Katrina
You can do more with
Margaret or Helena
Or Ann or Angelina
But Katrina will kiss and run
To her a romance is fun
With always another one to start
And then when you've met that
little coquette Katrina
You've lost your heart
Merrily on our Way
Tally ho! tally ho! tally ho!
Are we on our way to Nottingham?
To Brittingham, to Buckingham?
Or any hammy hamlet by the sea?
No!
And now we're on our way
to Devonshire
To Lancashire to Worcestershire
The jolly old road that goes
to Plymouth
Ho!
We're merrily, merrily,
merrily, merrily
Merrily on our way
To nowhere in particular
We're merrily, merrily,
merrily, merrily
Merrily on our way
Though the roads are perpendicular
We're always in a hurry
We have no time to stall
We've got to be there
We've got to be there
But where we can't recall
Whoops!
We're merrily, merrily,
merrily, merrily
Merrily on our way
And we're may be going to Devonshire
To Lancashire, to Worcestershire
We're not so sure
We got to be there
We're merrily on our way
To nowhere at all
The Headless Horseman
When the spooks have a
midnight Jamboree
They break it up with fiendish glee
Ghosts are bad,
but the one that's cursed
It's the Headless Horseman,
he's the worst
That's right, he's a fright,
on Halloween night
But when he goes a-joggin'
'cross the land
Holdin' his noggin in his hand
Demons take one look and groan
And hit the road for parts unknown
Beware, take care, he rides alone
And there's no spook,
like a spook who's sporned
They don't like him,
and he's really burned
He swears to the longest day he's dead
He'll show them that he can get a head
They say he's tired of his flamin' top
He's got a yen to make a swap
So he rides one night each year
To find a head in the hollow here
Now he likes them little,
he likes them big
Part in the middle, or a wig
Black or white or even red
The Headless Horseman needs a head
With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop
He's out lookin' for a top to chop
So don't stop to figure out a plan
You can't reason with a headless man
Now if you doubt this tale is so
I met that spook just a year ago
No, I didn't stop for a second look
For once you cross that bridge,
my brook friends
The ghost is through, his power ends
So when you're riding home tonight
Make for the bridge with all your might
He'll be down in the hollow there
He needs your head, look out, beware
With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop
He's out looking for a head to swap
So don't try to figure out a plan
You can't reason with a headless man
