Category: Embryos

SAM’S SONG 1969 | HERE’S A HAPPY TUNE, YOU WILL LOVE TO CROON, THEY CALL IT SAM’S SONG. ITS CATCHY AS CAN BE, THE MELODY, THEY CALL IT SAM’S SONG. NOTHING ON YOUR MIND, AND THEN YOU WILL FIND, YOU’RE HUMMING SAM’S SONG. WHY IT MAKES YOU GRIN, GETS UNDER … CLICK TO VIEW SONGSam’s Song

ROW, ROW, ROW 1912 | AND THEN HE’D ROW, ROW, ROW, WAY UP THE RIVER. HE WOULD ROW, ROW, ROW, A HUG HE’D GIVE HER. THEN HE’D KISS HER NOW AND THEN. SHE WOULD TELL HIM WHEN. HE’D FOOL AROUND AND FOOL AROUND AND THEN THEY’D KISS AGAIN. AND THEN … CLICK TO VIEW SONGROW, ROW, ROW

ROSES OF PICARDY 1916 l SHE IS WATCHING BY THE POPLARS, COLINETTE WITH SEA-BLUE EYES. SHE IS WATCHING AND LONGING AND WAITING WHERE THE LONG WHITE ROADWAY LIES. AND A SONG STIRS IN THE SILENCE, AS THE WINDS IN THE BOUGHS ABOVE. SHE LISTENS AND STARTS AND TREMBLES, ‘TIS THE … CLICK TO VIEW SONGRoses of Picardy

ROSE OF TRALEE 1850 | THE PALE MOON WAS RISING ABOVE THE GREEN MOUNTAIN. THE SUN WAS DECLINING BENEATH THE BLUE SEA. WHEN I STRAYED WITH MY LOVE, TO THE PURE CRYSTAL FOUNTAIN, THAT STANDS IN THE BEAUTIFUL VALE OF TRALEE. SHE WAS LOVELY AND FAIR AS THE ROSE OF … CLICK TO VIEW SONGRose of Tralee

ROSALIE 1928 | ROSALIE, MY DARLING. ROSALIE, MY DREAM. SINCE ONE NIGHT WHEN STARS DANCED ABOVE, I’M OH, OH, SO MUCH IN LOVE. SO ROSALIE, HAVE MERCY. ROSALIE, DON’T DECLINE. WONT YOU MAKE MY LIFE THRILLING, AND TELL ME YOU’RE WILLING TO BE MINE, ROSALIE, MINE.

ROCK-A-BYE YOUR BABY 1918 | ROCK-A-BYE YOUR BABY WITH A DIXIE MELODY. WHEN YOU CROON, CROON A TUNE FROM THE HEART OF DIXIE. JUST HANG MY CRADLE, MAMMY MINE, RIGHT ON THAT MASON-DIXON LINE AND SWING IT FROM VIRGINIA TO TENNESSEE WITH ALL THE LOVE THAT’S IN YA. WEEP NO … CLICK TO VIEW SONGRock-a-Bye Your Baby

REMEMBER 1925 | REMEMBER THE NIGHT, THE NIGHT YOU SAID, “I LOVE YOU”, REMEMBER? REMEMBER YOU VOWED, BY ALL THE STARS ABOVE YOU, REMEMBER? REMEMBER WE FOUND A LONELY SPOT, AND AFTER I LEARNED TO CARE A LOT, YOU PROMISED THAT YOU’D FORGET ME NOT, BUT YOU FORGOT TO REMEMBER.

REDWING 1907 | THERE ONCE WAS AN INDIAN MAID, A SHY LITTLE PRAIRIE MAID, WHO SANG ALL DAY A LOVE SONG GAY AS THROUGH THE FIELDS SHE’D WHILE THE HOURS AWAY. SHE LOVED A WARRIOR BOLD, THIS SHY LITTLE MAID OF OLD. BUT THEN ONE DAY HE RODE AWAY TO … CLICK TO VIEW SONGREDWING

PUT ON YOUR OLD GREY BONNET _________________________________1909 PUT ON YOUR OLD GREY BONNET, WITH THE BLUE RIBBON ON IT, WHILE I HITCH OLD DOBBIN TO THE SHAY. THROUGH THE FIELDS OF CLOVER, WE WILL DRIVE TO DOVER, ON OUR GOLDEN WEDDING DAY.