The Golden Gate Quartet Sings 077

I hear those echoes calling Singing the golden, yeah On again, skip to my blue Call again, skip to my blue Call again, skip to my blue Skip to my blue, my darling Howdy neighbors, this is a program of your songs The songs your forefathers and the folks who came before them sang saying. These are the songs of America. And this is Tom Scott speaking for the Golden

Gate Quartet and inviting you to hear America sing. Sing as it fought wars, sailed the seas, heard it the cattle, felled the forests and developed our great pioneering tradition. These are your songs, the folk songs of America.

Skip to my dole. Skip to my dole. Let's get our boots and saddles ready now. Ready to ride the range to the clip-clop rhythm of one of the prettiest pintels of all. Pony Boy. Way out west and the nest from the rest.

Well the best little rock old boy. He could ride, he could glide on the prairies like an arrow. All the girls in the West tried to steal his visit little hard away And each little peach made a nice little speech of love to him Only boy, only boy, won't you be my Don't you boy, don't say no

Here we go, off across the plain Marry me, carry me right away with you So, giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, What my party boy Hey, pony boy, pony boy Won't do my Tony boy Don't say no Here we go All across the plane Then marry me And carry me Right away with you

So, giddy up, giddy up, giddy up What my party boy Only but Seems to be some doubt as to just where home on the range came from and who wrote the song