Music
The old ones.
Public-domain songs only. Annie speaks them in a clear American voice. Nothing on this page is a record you have to buy.
Home on the Range
Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam, where the deer and the antelope play. Where seldom is heard a discouraging word, and the skies are not cloudy all day. Home, home on the range, where the deer and the antelope play. Where seldom is heard a discouraging word, and the skies are not cloudy all day.
She'll Be Coming Round the Mountain
She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes. She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes. She'll be coming round the mountain, she'll be coming round the mountain, she'll be coming round the mountain when she comes. She'll be driving six white horses when she comes.
Oh! Susanna
I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee. I'm going to Louisiana, my true love for to see. Oh, Susanna, oh don't you cry for me. I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee.
Oh My Darling, Clementine
In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine, dwelt a miner, forty-niner, and his daughter Clementine. Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine. You are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Skip to My Lou
Lou, lou, skip to my lou. Lou, lou, skip to my lou. Lou, lou, skip to my lou. Skip to my lou, my darling. Fly's in the buttermilk, shoo fly shoo. Skip to my lou, my darling.
Buffalo Gals
Buffalo gals, won't you come out tonight, come out tonight, come out tonight. Buffalo gals, won't you come out tonight, and dance by the light of the moon.
Yankee Doodle
Yankee Doodle went to town, a-riding on a pony. Stuck a feather in his cap and called it macaroni. Yankee Doodle, keep it up. Yankee Doodle dandy. Mind the music and the step, and with the girls be handy.
I've Been Working on the Railroad
I've been working on the railroad, all the livelong day. I've been working on the railroad, just to pass the time away. Can't you hear the whistle blowing? Rise up so early in the morn. Can't you hear the captain shouting, Dinah, blow your horn.
Red River Valley
From this valley they say you are going. We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile. For they say you are taking the sunshine that has brightened our pathway a while. Come and sit by my side if you love me. Do not hasten to bid me adieu.