 Stay tuned now for the Burl-Eyes show produced and transcribed in Hollywood for your listening pleasure. Jimmy crack corn and I don't care. Jimmy crack corn and I don't care. Jimmy crack corn and I don't care. The master's gone away. Coming up the road again, your wayfarer and stranger, Phil Coe's friendly troubadour, Burl-Eyes. Wasin' off the bees and the cigarette tree, the sod of water fountain, where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings in the big rock-candy mountain. On a summer's day, the month of May, a Burl-Eye bum come hikin' down a shady lane near the sugar cane. He was lookin' for his likin' as he strolled along. He sung the song of a land of milk and honey, where a bump can stave her many a day, but he won't need any money. Oh, the bees and the cigarette trees, the sod of water fountain, where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings in the big rock-candy mountain. In the big rock-candy mountain, the cops have wooden legs, the bulldogs all have rubber teeth, the hens lay soft-boiled eggs, the farmers trees are full of fruit, the barns are full of hay, a water-gold where there ain't no snow, where the sleet don't fall, and the wind in that big rock-candy mountain. Oh, the bees and the cigarette trees, the sod of water fountain, where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings in that big rock-candy mountain. There's another chorus of that song that tells what a fine time the hobos have in the big rock-candy mountain at Christmas, and I expect they sing the same old Christmas songs that we've all known since we were kids. Here is one of my favorites. Good King Wenceslas looked out on the feast of Stephen, when the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even, brightly shone the moon at night, though the frost was cruel, when a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel with her page and stand by me, if thou knowest it telling, yonder peasant who is he, where and what his dwelling? Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain, right against the forest fence. Boy, Saint Agnes was Master Steppetrod, where snow lay dented, heat was in the very sod, which the Saint had printed. Therefore Christian men be sure, wealth or rank possessing, ye who now will bless the poor. Shall yourselves find blue? Do you ever notice how Christmas will take you back to the time when you were a kid? When I was a kid, I built myself a radio set, one of those crystal sets with the musical ear muffs, and my whole family would take turns listening. Radios have come a long way since then, and I guess the Philco has gone about as far as you can go. You know, if you've got someone that you like a lot, that you haven't been able to think of anything good enough to give them for Christmas, the Philco makes a mighty fine present. Yep, Christmas always takes me back to the time when I was a kid back in Southern Illinois. Somehow Christmas isn't quite the same away from home and away from the people that you love, but I remember back home on Christmas Eve, my father would gather us all around the tree in the living room, and after reading us the Christmas story, he'd say, well, you can't feel the magic of Christmas without the music of Christmas, and we'd all sing old Christmas songs. The first day of Christmas my true love brought to me a pottery gin and pear tree. The second day of Christmas my true love brought to me two turtle doves and a pottery gin and pear tree. The third day of Christmas my true love brought to me three French ends two turtle doves and a pottery gin and pear tree. The fourth day of Christmas my true love brought to me me, four cawley birds, three french hens, two turtle doves, and a potridge in a pear tree. The fifth day of Christmas, my true love brought to me, five gold cawley birds, three french hens, two turtle doves, and a potridge in a pear tree. The sixth day of Christmas, my true love brought to me, six quiesce lane, five gold cawley turtle doves, and a potridge. The seventh day of Christmas, my true love brought to me, seven swans is swimming, six quiesce lane, five gold cawley birds, three french hens, two turtle doves, and a potridge in a pear tree. The seventh day of Christmas, my true love brought to me, eight boys are singing, seven swans are swimming, six quiesce lane, five the ninth day of Christmas, my true love brought to me, nine maids are milking, eight boys are singing, seven swans are swimming, six quiesce lane, five the tenth day of Christmas, my true love brought to me, ten ladies dancing, nine maids are milking, eight boys are singing, seven swans are swimming, six quiesce lane, five and a potridge. The 11th day of Christmas, my true love brought to me. 11 lords, a leaping tin, ladies, dancing, nine mates, and milking eight boys, they're singing seven swans, swimming six, kiss a ling, five. Four cally birds, three Frenchins, two turtle dogs. And a part, 12th day of Christmas, my true love brought to me. Bulls, a bell ringing, 11 lords, a leaping tin, ladies, dancing, nine mates, and making eight boys, singing seven swans, swimming six, kiss a ling, five. I'd like to sing an old Christmas favorite of mine. And I'd be honored if you'd join me. God rest ye merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay. Remember Christ our Savior was born on Christmas day to save us all from Satan's power when we were gonna stray. O ty, comfort and joy, O blessed babe was born. And laid with upon this blessed molested angel none too certain shepherd brought tidings of the same son of God by name. O ty, comfort and joy, good things associated with Christmas. Is that fine, big, shiny Christmas tree with its presence and good cheer for all. Now for a moment, here's a friend with a few words about some mighty good cheer. I just want to say, Merry Christmas, friends. Merry Christmas from me and from the Philco family, to you and all of your loved ones. I'm just a wearin' stranger, every try, and there's no toy. Friends, listen next week at this time for Burl-Ives, Philco's friendly troubadour, whose weekly visit is produced and transcribed in Hollywood for your listening pleasure. 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