Lyrics:
'Twas down where fisher folk gather,
I wander'd far from the throng
I heard a fisher girl singing
And this refrain was her song
Red sails in
the marching throng
The flurry of God's trumpets
Spells the end of sin and wrong
Regal robes are now unfolding
Heaven's grandstand's all in place
Heaven's
the mighty host I'll stand
Over in the glory land
With the blood-washed throng I will shout and sing,
Just over in the glory land
Glad hosannas to Christ,
I can hear the chariots rumble
I can see the marching throng
The flurry of God's trumpets
Spells the end of sin and wrong
Regal robes are now
if you can't tell foul from fair
But it's hard to judge from an angry throng of hands stretched into the air
The vigilante people
Takin' law into
the happy throng
Everyone start mushing, swinging the Muskrat song
We'll be singing along
Oh, Mr Bing, when you sing, that's the thing we do enjoy
Just to meet the wrathsome throng?
You better get ready for the day child
You know it won't be very long
You know it won't be very long
Till
the happy throng
Everyone start mushing, swinging the Muskrat song
We'll be singing along
Oh, Mr Bing, when you sing, that's the thing we do enjoy
Hughes.
I've got a hunch that to that bunch I'm going to introduce:
(Again you're wrong and to this throng I'm going to Introduce:)
Barney Google, with
with yonder sacred throng we at His feet may fall
We'll join the everlasting song, and crown Him Lord of all
We'll join the everlasting song, and crown
and bright
And you go home in the crispness of the night
Little later friends will be along
And if you feel like joining the throng
Just might feel like
taboo
They could keep their old brains trust if I had a girl like you
I'd never long for meals they ring a gong for
The shows they throng for I never
me when I can hear it every night
Disconnect myself from the throng
And I'm counting this last time because
It's the last time I'll belong and I
the throng's in the spell of a song
My thoughts keep drifting to you
While each pair seems to share their affair
They're making me blue
For I'm dancing
Onward, christian soldiers,
Marching as to war,
With the cross of jesus,
Going on before!
Onward. then, ye people!
Join our happy throng!
Blend with ours
have left behind you
A Stor Mo Chroi, when the evening's mist
In the mountain and meadow is falling
Oh turn, A Stor, from the throng and list
And maybe
all passed away
Beautiful dreamer,
Queen of my song
List' while I woo thee
With soft melody
Gone are the cares of
Life's busy throng
enthralling, Cherokee.
Dreams of summertime, of lover time gone by,
Throng my memory so tenderly, and sigh. My
Sweet Indian maiden, one day I'll hold
Once in the dear dead days beyond recall.
When on the world the mists began to fall,
Out of the dreams that rose in happy throng
Low to our hearts
and deep,
You who wore my robes, sleep!
Droop, East! die, West!
Let my land rest.
Woods, I woke your boughs!
Hills, I woke your elf-throngs
have all passed away!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody,
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng
Onward, Christian Soldiers
Marching as to war
With the cross of Jesus
Going on before
Onward, then, ye people
Join our happy throng
Blend with ours
One day when a man among the throng
Will see his way is wrong
The Universe will shine
One day when the kind you see in dreams
Will baffle all our
yearning
To mingle with the old time throng
Give my regards to old Broadway
And say that I'll be there air long
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