During the year, prior to the Toastmasters International Covention in Reno, Nevada; Ted Corcoran served the organization as the International President for 2003-04. Well done, Ted!

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AFTER THE BALL IS OVER.

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1) A little maiden climbed an old man's knee
Begged for a story - "Do, uncle, please!"
"Why are you single, why live alone?
Have you no babies, have you no home?"
"I had a sweetheart, years, years ago
Where she is now, pet, you will soon know
List to the story, I'll tell it all
I believed her faithless, after the ball. [chorus]

CHORUS:

After the ball is over
After the break of morn
After the dancers' leaving
After the stars are gone
Many a heart is aching
If you could read them all
Many the hopes that have vanished
After the ball.

2) Bright lights were flashing in the grand ballroom
Softly the music, playing sweet tunes
There came my sweetheart, my love, my own.
I wish some water, leave me alone'
When I returned, dear, there stood a man
Kissing my sweetheart, as lovers can
Down fell the glass, pet, broken, that's all
Just as my heart was, after the ball. [chorus]

3)Long years have passed child, I've never wed
True to my lost love, though she is dead
She tried to tell me, tried to explain
I would not listen, pleadings were vain
One day a letter came from that man
He was her brother - the letter ran
That's why I'm lonely, no home at all
I broke her heart, pet, after the ball.

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BURY THE WREN.

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1) The wren, the wren, the king of all birds,
St. Stephen's day was caught in the furze,
Although he was little his honour was great
Jump up, me lads, and give him a treat. [chorus]

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CHORUS:
Up with the kettle and down with the pan
And give us a penny to bury the wren.

2) As I was gone to Killenaule
I met a wren upon a wall,
Up with me wattle and knocked him down
And brought him into Carrick town. [chorus]

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3) Droolin, droolin, where's your nest?
'Tis in the bush that I love best
In the tree, the holly tree
Where all the boys do follow me. [chorus]

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4) We followed the wren three miles or more
Three miles or more, three miles or more,
Followed the wren three miles or more
At six o'clock in the morning. [chorus]

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5) We have a little box under me hand (arm),
Under me hand, under me hand,
We have a little box under me hand,
A penny a tuppence will do it no harm. [chorus]

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6) Missus Clancy's a very good woman
A very good woman, a very good woman
Missus Clancy's a very good woman
She gave us a penny to bury the wren. [chorus]

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THE HIPPOPOTAMUS SONG.

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1) He gazed at the bottom as it peacefully lay -
By the light of the evening star.
Away on a hilltop, sat combing her hair, -
His fair Hippopotami maid.
The Hippopotamus was no ignoramus -
And sang her this sweet serenade:

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(chorus)

CHORUS:

Mud, mud, glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood.
So follow me, follow -
Down to the hollow -
And there let us wallow in glorious mud.

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2) The fair Hippopotama he aimed to entice -
From her seat on that hilltop above,
Since she hadn?t got a ma to give her advice -
Came tip-toeing down to her love.
Like thunder the forest re-echoed the sound -
Of the song that they sang as they met.
His inamorata adjusted her garter -
And lifted her voice in duet: (chorus)

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3) The bold Hippopotami began to convene -
On the banks of that river so wide.
I wonder now what am I to say of the scene -
That ensued by the Shalimar side.
They dived all at once with an earsplitting splosh -
Then rose to the surface again.
A regular army of Hippopotami -
All singing this haunting refrain: (chorus)

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4) The amorous Hippopotamus, whose love song we know -
Is now married and the father of ten.
He murmurs, ?Lord, rot-?em-us,? as he watches them grow -
And he longs to be single again.
He?ll wander no more on the banks of the Nile -
Which Nasser diverted last spring.
So for Hippopotamas, in silken pajamas -
No more will he teach them to sing: (chorus)

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FOUR LEAF CLOVER.

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I'm looking over a fourleaf clover
That I over looked before;
One leaf is sunshine, the second is rain,
Third is the roses that grow in the lane.
No need explaining, the one remaining
Is somebody I adore.
I'm looking over a fourleaf clover
That I over looked before.

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NEVADA STATE SONG.

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1) Way out in the land of the setting sun,
Where the wind blows wild and free,
There's a lovely spot, just the only one
That means home sweet home to me.
If you follow the old Kit Carson trail,
Until desert meets the hills,
Oh you certainly will agree with me,
It's the place of a thousand thrills.

2)Home means Nevada
Home means the hills,
Home means the sage and the pine.
Out by the Truckee, silvery rills,
Out where the sun always shines,
Here is the land which I love the best,
Fairer than all I can see.
Deep in the heart of the golden west
Home means Nevada to me.

3) Whenever the sun at the close of day,
Colors all the western sky,
Oh my heart returns to the desert grey
And the mountains tow'ring high.
Where the moon beams play in shadowed glen,
With the spotted fawn and doe,
All the live long night until morning light,
Is the loveliest place I know.

4) Home means Nevada
Home means the hills,
Home means the sage and the pines.
Out by the Truckee's silvery rills,
Out where the sun always shines,
There is the land that I love the best,
Fairer than all I can see.
Right in the heart of the golden west
Home means Nevada to me.

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STORMY MONDAY.

Lyrics by t-bone Walker.

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They call it stormy Monday,
yes but Tuesday's just as bad.
They call it stormy Monday,
yes but Tuesday's just as bad.
Wednesday's even worse;
Thursday's awful sad.
The eagle flies on Friday,
Saturday I go out to play.
The eagle flies on Friday,
but Saturday I go out to play.
Sunday I go to church where I kneel down and pray.
And I say, "Lord have mercy,
Lord have mercy on me.
Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me.
Just trying to find my baby,
won't you please send her on back to me."
The eagle flies on Friday,
on Saturday I go out to play.
The eagle flies on Friday,
on Saturday I go out to play.
Sunday I go to church,
where I kneel down, Lord and I pray.
Then I say, "Lord have mercy,
won't you please have mercy on me.
Lord, oh Lord have mercy,
yeah, won't you please,
please have mercy on me.
I'm just a-lookin' for my sweet babe,
so won't you please send him home,
send him on home to me."

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LUCILLE.

By Kenny Rogers.

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1)In a bar in Toledo,
Across from the depot,
On a bar-stool she took off her ring
I thought I'd get closer,
So I walked on over,
I sat down and asked her her name
When the drinks finally hit her,
She said, I'm no quitter,
But I finally quit living on dreams
I'm hungry for laughter
And here ever-after,
I'm after whatever the other life brings
In the mirror I saw him,
And I closely watched him,
I thought how he looked out of place
He came to the woman,
Who sat there beside me,
He had a strange look on his face The big hands were calloused,
He looked like a mountain,
For a minute I thought I was dead
But he started shaking,
His big heart was breaking,
He turned to the woman and said. [chorus]

CHORUS:

You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille,
With four hungry children and a crop in the field
I've had some bad times, lived through some sad times
But this time your hurtin' won't heald,
You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille

2) After he left us,
I ordered more whiskey,
I thought how she'd made him look small
From the lighs of the barromm
To e rented hotel room,
We walked without talking at all
She was a beauty
But when she came to me
She must have thought I'd lost my mind
I couldn't hold her
Cause the words that he told her
Kept coming back time after time. [chorus]

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ROUTE 66.

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If you ever plan to motor west,
Travel my way,
Take the highway that is best
Get your kicks on Route 66.
It winds from Chicago to LA,
More than two thousand miles all the way.
Get your kicks on Route 66.
Now you go through Saint Looey
Joplin, Missouri,
and Oklahoma City is mighty pretty.
You see Amarillo,
Gallup, New Mexico,
Flagstaff, Arizona.
Don't forget Winona,
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernandino.
Won't you get hip to this timely tip.
When you make that California trip
Get your kicks on Route 66.
Won't you get hip to this timely tip.
When you make that California trip
Get your kicks on Route 66.
Come on in -- get your kicks on Route 66.
Get your kicks on Route 66.

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SOME ENCHANTED EVENING.

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Some enchanted evening you may see a stranger
You may see a stranger across a crowded room
And somehow you know, you know even then
That somewhere you'll see her again and again
Some enchanted evening, someone may be laughing
You may hear her laughing across a crowded room
And night after night, as strange as it seems
The sound of her laughter will sing in your dreams
Who can explain it, who can tell you why
Fools give you reasons, wise men never try
Some enchanted evening, when you find your true love
When you feel her call you across a crowded room
Then fly to her side and make her your own
Or all through your life you may dream all alone
Once you have found her, never let her go
Once you have found her, never let her go

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SHANTY TOWN.

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It's only a shanty in old shanty town;
It's roof is so slanty, it touches the ground.
But my tum - bled down shack by an old railroad track,
Like a mill - ion - aire's mansion is call - ing me back.
I'd give up my palace if I were a king;
It's more than a palace ? it's my ev'rything.
There's a queen waiting there, in a sil - ver - y crown.

In a shanty in old shanty town.

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It's only a shanty in old shanty town;
It's roof is so slanty, it touches the ground.
But my tum - bled down shack by an old railroad track,
Like a mill - ion - aire's mansion is call - ing me back.
I'd give up my palace if I were a king;
It's more than a palace ? it's my ev'rything.
There's a queen waiting there, in a sil - ver - y crown

In a shanty in old shanty town,
In a shanty in old shanty town.

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SONG FOR IRELAND.

By Phil Colclough.

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1) Walking all the day,
Near tall towers where falcons build their nests,
Silver winged they fly,
They know the call of freedom in their breasts,
Saw Black Head against the sky,
Where twisted rocks they run to the sea,
When living on your Western shore,
Saw summer sunsets, asked for more,
I stood by your Atlantic sea,
And I sang a song for Ireland.

2) Drinking all the day,
In old pubs where fiddlers love to play,
Saw one touch the bow,
He played a reel that seemed so grand and gay,
I stood on Dingle beach and cast,
In the wild foam for the Atlantic bass,
When living on your Western shore,
Saw summer sunsets, asked for more,
I stood by your Atlantic sea,
And I sang a song for Ireland.

3) Talking all the day,
With true friends who try to make you stay,
Telling jokes and news,
Singing songs to while the time away,
Watched the Galway salmon run,
Like silver darting, dancing in the sun,
When living on your Western shore,
Saw summer sunsets, asked for more,
I stood by your Atlantic sea,
And I sang a song for Ireland.

4) Dreaming in the night,
I saw a land where no-one had to fight,
Waking in your dawn,
I saw you crying in the morning light,
Sleeping where the falcons fly,
They twist and turn all in your air blue sky,
When living on your Western shore,
Saw summer sunsets, asked for more,
I stood by your Atlantic sea,
And I sang a song for Ireland.

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