Did you know that “On Top of Spaghetti” actually has six verses? What did the littlest ant do when they were marching nine by nine? Just why is Clementine lost and gone forever? Get to know these long-lost childhood favorites and teach them to your kids for scales of musical fun.
On Top of Spaghetti
On top of spaghetti
All covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball,
When somebody sneezed.
It rolled off the table
And onto the floor,
And then my poor meatball
Rolled out of the door.
It rolled in the garden
And under a bush,
And then my poor meatball
Was nothing but mush.
The mush was as tasty
As tasty could be,
And then the next summer
It grew into a tree.
The tree was all covered,
All covered with moss,
And on it grew meatballs,
And tomato sauce.
So if you eat spaghetti
All covered with cheese,
Hold onto your meatball
Lest somebody sneeze.
The Ants Came Marching
The ants came marching one by one, Hurrah, Hurrah,
The ants came marching one by one, Hurrah, Hurrah,
The ants came marching one by one,
The little one stopped to suck his thumb,
And they all went marching down…
to the ground… to get out… of the rain…
The ants came marching two by two, Hurrah, Hurrah…
The little one stopped to tie his shoe…
The ants came marching three by three, Hurrah, Hurrah…
The little one stopped to climb a tree…
The ants came marching four by four…
The little one stopped to shut the door…
The ants came marching five by five…
The little one stopped to take a dive…
The ants came marching six by six…
The little one stopped to pick up sticks…
The ants came marching seven by seven
The little one stopped to wave at heaven…
The ants came marching eight by eight…
The little one stopped to make them late…
The ants came marching nine by nine…
The little one stopped to scratch his spine…
The ants came marching ten by ten…
The little one stopped to say THE END…
Clementine
In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Lived a miner, forty-niner,
And his daughter Clementine.
CHORUS (repeat after each verse)
Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever,
Oh my darling, Clementine.
Light she was, and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes without topses,
Sandals were for Clementine.
Drove she ducklings to the water
Every morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine.
Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles soft and fine,
But alas, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine.
In a churchyard near the canyon,
Where the myrtle doth entwine,
There grow roses and other posies,
Fertilized by Clementine.
Then, the miner, forty-niner,
Soon began to peak and pine,
Though in life I used to hug her,
Now she’s dead I draw the line.
In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
Robed in garments soaked with brine,
Though in life I used to hug her,
Now she’s dead I draw the line.
Listen fellers, head the warning
Of this tragic tale of mine,
Artificial respiration
Could have saved my Clementine.
How I missed her, how I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine,
Till I kissed her little sister,
And forgot my Clementine.
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