【正文】 in Scotland before you. But me and my true love will never meet again. On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. The wee bird may sing, and the wild flowers spring. And in sunshine the waters be sleeping. But my broken heart knows not the heather or the glen. For its blinded by the tears that I’m weeping. Michael, Row the boat ashore Michael, row the boat ashore, Alleluia. Michael, row the boat ashore, Alleluia. Sister, help to trim the sail. Alleluia. Sister, help to trim the sail, Alleluia. Brother, lend a helping hand, Alleluia. Brother, lend a helping hand, Alleluia. Jordan’s river is chilly and cold, Alleluia. Chills the body but no the soul. Alleluia.Nursery Rhyme Medley. Baa Baa Black Sheep Baa,baa, black sheep. Have you any wool? Yes,sir,yes, sir. Three bags full。 One for the master, And one for the dame, And one for the little boy. Who lives down the lane. Baa, Baa, Black Sheep, have you any wool? Yes, sir, yes sir, three bags full. Sing a song of sixpence Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye. Four and twenty black birds baked in a pie. When the pie wad opened, the birds began to sing. And wasn’t that a dandy dish to set before the king. Old king Cole Now old king cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he. He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, and he called for his fiddlers three. And every fiddler had a fine fiddle as fine as it could be. And a very fine fiddle had he, had he, and a very fine fiddle had he, for. Old King Cole was a merry old soul, and a merry old soul was he. He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl. And he called for his fiddlers three. Oh Dear, what can the matter be? CHORUS Oh dear, what can the matter be? Dear, dear, what can the matter be? Oh, dear, what can the matter be? Johnny’s so long at the fair. He promised buy me a trinket to please me. And then for a smile, oh, he vowed he would tease me. He promised to buy me a bunch of blue ribbons to tie up my bonny brown hair.Over the River and through the woods. Over the river and through the woods. To grandmothers’ house we go. The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh. Through white and drifted snow. Over the river and through the woods. Oh, how the wind does blow! It stings the toes and bites the nose. As over the ground we go. Over the river and through the woods. And through the barnyard gate. We seem to go extremely slow. It is so hard to wait! Over the river and through the woods. Now Grandmother’s cap I spy! Hooray for the fun! Is the pudding done? Hooray for the pumpkin pie! Shoo, fly don’t bother me Shoo, fly, don’t bother me. Shoo, fly, don’t bother me. Shoo, fly, don’t bother me. For I belong to somebody. I feel, I feel, I feel like a morning star, I feel, I feel, I feel like a morning star. So Shoo, fly, don’t bother me. Shoo, fly, don’t bother me. Shoo, fly, don’t bother me. For I belong to somebody. Sweet Betsy from pike Do you remember sweet Besty from Pike. Who crossed the wide prairies wht her husband lke. With two yoke of oxen and one spotted hog. A tall shanghai rooster, and old yeller dog? Sin