The Golden Gate Quartet Sings 081

I hear those echoes calling, saying I'm cold and gay. I'll go again skip to my Lou, gone again skip to my Lou, gone again skip to my Lou, skip to my Lou, my Lou, my Lou, my Lou, my Lou.

Howdy, neighbors, this is Tom Scott, and the voices you hear belong to the famous Golden Gate Quartet. Together we'd like to bring you the songs that grew up with our country, songs of the mountains, the rivers, the prairies, and the men who traveled over them, songs that tell the story of the hopes and joys, the laughter and the tears that went into the building of our land, our

America. Gone again, skipped to, blew, blew, blew, blew, my darling. of Darby was a real goliath among the animals. His hooves covered acres of land and his horns were so big they hit the sky, but the butchers finally cut him down, this giant of the plains and he no longer rambled, the ram of Darby.

As I went down to Darby town on a market day, I saw the biggest ram sir that ever did he Didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble, Didn't he ramble till the butchers cut him down, cut him down?

This rambid half-full feet, and on them heated stands, And every hoofy had sir, it covered an eager old land, Didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble, Didn't he ramble till the butchers cut him down, cut him down?

The horns upon his head, they grew so very high, that every time he rambled, they'd hit against the sky, didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble, till the butchers cut him down, cut him down.