 A Canadian Folk Song by William Wilfred Campbell Read for LibriVox.org by Anne Chang The doors are shut, the windows fast, Outside the gust is driving past, Outside the shivering ivy clings, While on the hob the kettle sings, Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The streams are hushed up where they flowed, The ponds are frozen along the road, The kettle are housed in shed and buyer, While sing if the kettle on the fire, Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The fisherman on the bay in his boat Shivers and buttons up his coat, The traveller stops at the tavern door, And the kettle answers the chimney's roar, Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The firelight dances upon the wall, Footsteps are heard in the outer hall, And a kiss and a welcome that fill the room, And the kettle sings in the glimmer and gloom. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Canadian Folk Song by William Wilfred Campbell Read for LibriVox.org by Andrea Fiore. The doors are shut, the windows fast, Outside the gust is driving past, Outside the shivering ivy clings, While on the hob the kettle sings, Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The streams are hushed up where they flowed, The ponds are frozen along the road, The cattle are housed in shed and buyer, While sing if the kettle on the fire. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The fisherman on the bay in his boat Shivers and buttons up his coat. The traveller stops at the tavern door, And the kettle answers the chimney's roar. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The firelight dances upon the wall, Footsteps are heard in the outer hall, And a kiss and a welcome that fill the room, And the kettle sings in the glimmering gloom. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Canadian Folk Song by William Wilfred Campbell Read by Amon Nelson for LibriVox.org January 2009 West Valley City, Utah spiffy3.wordpress.com The doors are shut, the windows fast, Outside the gust is driving past, Outside the shivering ivy clings While on the hob the kettle sings, Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The streams are hushed up where they flowed, The ponds are frozen along the road, The kettle are housed in shed and bire While sing if the kettle on the fire. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The fisherman on the bay in his boat Shivers and buttons up his coat. The traveler stops at the tavern door And the kettle answers the chimney's roar. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The firelight dances upon the wall, Footsteps are heard in the outer hall, And a kiss and a welcome that fill the room, And the kettle sings in the glimmer and gloom. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. A Canadian Folk Song by William Wilford Campbell Read for LibriVox.org by Anna Roberts A Canadian Folk Song The doors are shut, the windows fast, Outside the gusts is driving past, Outside the shivering ivy clings While on the hob the kettle sings, Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The streams are hushed up where they flowed, The ponds are frozen along the road, The cattle are housed and shed and buyer, While singeth the kettle on the fire. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The fisherman on the bay in his boat Shivers and buttons up his coat. The traveler stops at the tavern door And the kettle answers the chimney's roar. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The firelight dances upon the wall, Footsteps are heard in the outer hall, And a kiss and a welcome that fill the room, And the kettle sings in the glimmer and gloom. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Canadian Folk Song by William Wilford Campbell Read for LibriVox.org by Captain Allegra The doors are shut, the windows fast, Outside the gust is driving past, Outside the shivering ivy clings, While on the hob the kettle sings. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The streams are hushed up where they flowed, The ponds are frozen along the road, The cattle are housed and shed and buyer, While singeth the kettle on the fire. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The fisherman on the bay in his boat, Shivers and buttons up his coat, The traveller stops at the tavern door, And the kettle answers the chimney's roar, Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The firelight dances upon the wall, Footsteps are heard in the outer hall, And a kiss and a welcome that fill the room, And the kettle sings in the glimmer and gloom. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Canadian Folk Song by William Wilfred Campbell, Read for LibriVox.org by Carol Stripling. The doors are shut, the windows fast, Outside the gust is driving past, Outside the shivering ivy clings, While on the hob the kettle sings. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The streams are hushed up where they flowed, The ponds are frozen along the road, The cattle are housed in shed and bire, While sing if the kettle on the fire. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The fisherman on the bay in his boat, Shivers and buttons up his coat, The traveller stops at the tavern door, And the kettle answers the chimney's roar. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The firelight dances upon the wall, Footsteps are heard in the outer hall, And a kiss and a welcome that fill the room, And the kettle sings in the glimmer and gloom. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Canadian Folk Song by William Wilfred Campbell, Read for LibriVox.org by DailyBab. The doors are shut, the windows fast, Outside the gust is driving past, Outside the shivering ivy clings, While on the hob the kettle sings. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The streams are hushed up where they flowed, The ponds are frozen along the road, The kettle are housed in shed and bire, While sing if the kettle on the fire. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The fisherman on the bay in his boat Shivers and buttons up his coat, The traveller stops at the tavern door, And the kettle answers the chimney's roar. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The firelight dances upon the wall, Footsteps are heard in the outer hall, A kiss and a welcome that fill the room, And the kettle sings in the glimmer and gloom. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The streams are hushed up where they flowed, The ponds are frozen along the road, The kettle are housed in shed and bire, While sing if the kettle on the fire. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The fisherman on the bay in his boat Shivers and buttons up his coat, The traveller stops at the tavern door, And the kettle answers the chimney's roar. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The firelight dances upon the wall, Footsteps are heard in the outer hall, And a kiss and a welcome that fill the room, And the kettle sings in the glimmer and gloom. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The streams are hushed up where they flowed, The ponds are frozen along the road, The kettle are housed in shed and bire, While sing if the kettle on the fire. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The fisherman on the bay in his boat Shivers and buttons up his coat, The traveller stops at the tavern door, And the kettle answers the chimney's roar. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The firelight dances upon the wall, Footsteps are heard in the outer hall, And a kiss and a welcome that fill the room, And the kettle sings in the glimmer and gloom. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Canadian Folk Song by William Wilfred Campbell, read for LibriVox.org by Donna Stewart. January 6, 2009, Seattle, Washington. The doors are shut, the windows fast, Outside the gust is driving past, Outside the shivering ivy clings, While on the hob the kettle sings, Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The streams are hushed up where they flowed, The ponds are frozen along the road, The cattle are housed in shed and bire, While singeth the kettle on the fire, Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The fisherman on the bay in his boat shivers, And buttons up his coat, The traveller stops at the tavern door, And the kettle answers the chimney's roar. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The firelight dances on the wall, Footsteps are heard in the outer hall, And a kiss and a welcome that fill the room, And the kettle sings in the glimmer and gloom, Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Canadian Folk Song by William Wilfred Campbell, Read for LibriVox.org by Ernst Wattinama, January the 7th 2009, Amsterdam, The Netherlands. The doors are shut, the windows fast, Outside the gust is driving past, Outside the shivering ivy clings, While on the hop the kettle sings, Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The streams are hushed up where they float, The ponds are frozen along the road, The kettle are housed in shed and bire, While singeth the kettle on the fire. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The fisherman on the bay in his boat Shivers and buttons up his coat. The traveller stops at the tavern door, And the kettle answers the chimney's roar. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The firelight dances upon the wall, Footsteps are heard in the outer hall, And a kiss and a welcome that filled the room, And the kettle sings in the glimmer and gloom. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Canadian folk song by William Wilfred Campbell, Read for LibriVox.org by Karen Yamada. The doors are shut, the windows fast, Outside the gust is driving past, Outside the shivering ivy clings, While on the hob the kettle sings. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The streams are hushed up where they flowed, The ponds are frozen along the road, The kettle housed in shed and buyer, While sing if the kettle on the fire. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The fisherman on the bay in his boat Shivers and buttons up his coat. The traveller stops at the tavern door, And the kettle answers the chimney's roar. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The firelight dances upon the wall, Footsteps are heard in the outer hall, And a kiss and a welcome that fill the room, And the kettle sings in the glimmering gloom. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The doors are shut, the windows fast, Outside the gust is driving past, Outside the shivering ivy clings, While on the hob the kettle sings. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The streams are hushed up where they flowed, The ponds are frozen along the road, The kettle are housed in shed and buyer, While sing if the kettle on the fire. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The fisherman on the bay in his boat Shivers and buttons up his coat. The traveller stops at the tavern door, And the kettle answers the chimney's roar. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The firelight dances upon the wall, Footsteps are heard in the outer hall, And a kiss and a welcome that fill the room, And the kettle sings in the glimmering gloom. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The streams are hushed up where they flowed, The ponds are frozen along the road, The kettle are housed in shed and buyer, While sing if the kettle on the fire. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The fisherman on the bay in his boat Shivers and buttons up his coat. The traveller stops at the tavern door, And the kettle answers the chimney's roar. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The firelight dances upon the wall, Footsteps are heard in the outer hall, And a kiss and a welcome that fill the room, And the kettle sings in the glimmering gloom. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The streams are hushed up where they flowed, The ponds are frozen along the road, The kettle are housed in shed and buyer, While sing if the kettle on the fire. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The fisherman on the bay in his boat Shivers and buttons up his coat. The traveller stops at the tavern door, And the kettle answers the chimney's roar. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The firelight dances upon the wall, Footsteps are heard in the outer hall, And a kiss and a welcome that fill the room, And the kettle sings in the glimmering gloom. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Outside the gust is driving past, Outside the shivering ivy clings, While on the hob the kettle sings. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The streams are hushed up where they flowed, The ponds are frozen along the road, The kettle are housed in shed and buyer, While sing if the kettle on the fire. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The fisherman on the bay in his boat, Shivers and buttons up his coat, The traveller stops at the tavern door, And the kettle answers to the chimney's roar. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The firelight dances upon the wall, Footsteps are heard in the outer hall, And a kiss and a welcome that fill the room, And the kettle sings in the glimmer and gloom. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The streams are hushed up where they flowed, The ponds are frozen along the road, The kettle are housed in shed and buyer, While sing if the kettle on the fire. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The fisherman on the bay in his boat, Shivers and buttons up his coat, The traveler stops at the tavern door, And the kettle answers the chimney's roar. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily. The firelight dances upon the wall, Footsteps are heard in the outer hall, And a kiss and a welcome that fill the room, And the kettle sings in the glimmer and gloom. Marjorie, marjorie, make the tea, Sing if the kettle merrily.