Kingston Trio

Stan Wilson Chorus: Jane, Jane, Jane, mark my bonnie Jane as sweet as sugar in the cane, don't be

Bob Gibson I started on a journey about a year ago to a little town called Morrow in the State of Ohio.

Aye, Tororo, she is here, aye, Matador I feel her eyes, they are wide with excitement and fear I feel her

Adieu Emile, my trusted friend We've known each other since we were nine or ten Together we climbed

Hey, we are followin' the footsteps Of those who've gone before And we'll all be reunited

These are the times that try men's souls In the course of our nation's history The people of Boston

I had a sister Sally, she was younger than I am Had so many sweethearts, she had to deny them But as for

Well, I know I don't have to be told That the North wind is chilly and cold Well, I know far from the

Will Holt Spoken: A young man goes to Paris, as every young man should. There's something in the air of

Pat Clancy Oh, see the fleet foot hosts of men who come with faces wan From farm stead and from

I was travellin' west a buckskin on my way to a cattle run Cross a little cactus desert under a hot

One, two, and three jolly coachmen sat at an English tavern. Three jolly coachmen sat at an English tavern.

Travelin' down that coal town road Listenin' to my rubber tires whine Goodbye to Buckeye and white

Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane/John Stewart We came to town to see that old tattooed lady. She was a sight to see,

J. Shirl/E. M. Drake My lady love, she stands a-waitin' far across the wide Missouri. On the banks I