American Medley George Formby - song lyrics 
WWII songs from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
American Medley Lyrics 
The sun shines bright in my old Kentucky home tis summer, the darkies are gay. The corn tops ripe and the meadows in the bloom, While the birds make music all the day 
The Camptown ladies sing this song, Oh a do da, oh a do da The Camptown racetrack five miles long, Oh a do da, oh a do da Going to run all night, going to run all day, I bet my money on a bobtail nag, somebody bet on the bay. 
Shell be coming round the mountain when she comes, Shell be coming round the mountain when she comes Shell be coming round the mountain, coming round the mountain Coming round the mountain when she comes. 
Way down upon the Swanee river, far far away Theres where my heart is turning ever, Theres where the old folk stay 
I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee Im going to Louisiana, my true love for to see Oh, Susanna, dont you cry for me, Im going to Louisiana, my true love for to see 
Over there, over there, send a word, send a word to beware That the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming The drums rum tumming everywhere Over there, say a prayer, send the word, send the word to beware Well be over, were coming over, and we wont be back till its over, over there. 
Anchors Aweigh my boys, anchors aweigh, farewell to college boys We sail at break of day, day, day, day, Through out last night on shore, Drink to the foam, until we meet again Heres wishing you a happy voyage home.