Vinemount WI Tweedsmuir Community History, Volume 7 1999-2001, p. 32

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ROCK A BYE BABY, in the tree top When the wind blows the cradle will rock, When the bough breaks the baby will fall, Down will come baby cradle and all. BABY FACE, you've got the cutest little baby face. There's not another one could take you place, Baby face, My poor heart is jumpin, You sure have started somethin, Baby face, l'm up in heaven when l'm in your fond embrace, l didn't need a shove, Cause l Just fell in Love, With your pretty baby face. SCHOOL DAYS, school days, Dear old golden - rule days, Readin' and ritin' and rithmetic, Taught to the tune of a hickory - stick, You were my queen in calico, l was you bashful, barefoot beau, And you wrote on my slate, "l love you Joe," When we were a couple of kids. THE MORE WE GET together, together, together, the more we get together, The happier we'|l be. For your friends are my friends, And my friends are your friends, The more we get together, The happier we'll be. THANK YOU FOR JOINING US TODAY! WELCOME TO VINEMOUNT W. l. 75TH ANNIVERSARY TEA YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE My only Sunshine, You make me happy When skies are gray, You'l| never know dear, How much l love you, Please don't take my sunshine away. The other night dear, While l lay sleeping, l dreamt l held you in my arms, And when l woke dear, I was mistaken, and l hung my head and cried. You are my sunshine My only Sunshine, You make me happy When skies are gray, You'l| never know dear, How much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away. THE SUNNY SIDE Grab your coat, and get your hat, Leave you worry on the door step, Just direct your feet, To the sunny side of the street Can't you hear the pitter pat? And that happy tune is your step. Life can be so sweet, On the sunny side of the street. l used to walk in the shade With those blues on parade, But I'm not afraid, This rover crossed over, lf l never have a cent l'|l be rich as Rockefeller, Gold dust at my feet, On the Sunny side of the street. Nknsvéiw "l\ 51 {A bis \ ,.

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