 Stay tuned now for the Burl-Ives 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. My master's gone away. Coming up the road again, your Wavefair and Stranger, Philco's friendly troubadour, Burl-Ives. Yes, it's Burl-Ives, America's mightiest ballad singer, brought to you every week at this time by McMain Furniture Stores. Headquarters throughout the West for new Philco radios and radio phonographs. Come into McMain stores and look them over for Christmas giving. Why the selection of models we've had since before the war? And remember, when you give a Philco for Christmas, you're giving the newest thing in radio from Philco the leader. And now here's Burl. A dozen of the bees and the cigarette tree, the sort of water fountain, where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings in the big rock and the mountain. On a summer's day, the month of May, a Burley bum come hiking down a shady lane near the sugarcane, he was looking for his lichen. As he strolled along, he sung the song of the land of milk and honey, for a bum can stave her many a day, but he won't need any money. The bun of the bees and the cigarette tree, the sort of water fountain, where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings in the big rock and the mountain. The cops have wooden legs, the bulldogs all have rubber teeth, the hins lay soft boiled eggs, the farmers trees are full of fruit, the barns are full of hay, a water goal where there ain't no snow, where the sleep don't fall, and the wind in that big rock and the bees and the cigarette tree. The water water fountain, where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings in that big rock and the mountain. There's another chorus of that song that tells what a fine time the hobos have in the big rock and the 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 that night, though the frost was cruel, when a poor man came inside, gathering winter fuel. Hither page and stand by me, if thou knowst it telling, yonder peasant who is he, where and what is dwelling. Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain, right against the forest fence. Why, Saint Agnes thought, in his master's steppe he trod, where snow lay dented. Heat was in the very sod, which the Saint had printed. Therefore, Christian, and be sure, well for right possessing, ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find bliss. Did 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 earmuffs, 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 eating 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 pot ridge in a pear tree. The second day of Christmas, my true love brought to me two turtledoves and a pot ridge in a pear tree. The third day of Christmas, my true love brought to me three French hens two turtledoves and a pot ridge in a pear tree. The fourth day of Christmas, my true love brought to me four Folly Bird's three French hens two turtledoves and a pot ridge in a pear tree. The fifth day of Christmas, my true love brought to me five golden rings four Folly Bird's three French hens two turtledoves and a pot ridge in a pear tree. The sixth day of Christmas, my true love brought to me six Kieselain five golden rings four Folly Bird's three French hens two turtledoves and a pot ridge in a pear tree. The seventh day of Christmas, my true love brought to me seven swans swimming six Kieselain five golden rings four Folly Bird's three French hens two turtledoves and a pot ridge in a pear tree. The eighth day of Christmas, my true love brought to me eight boys singing seven swans swimming six Kieselain five golden rings four Folly Bird's three French hens two turtledoves and a pot ridge in a pear tree. The ninth day of Christmas, my true love brought to me nine mates and milking eight boys and singing seven swans swimming six Kieselain five golden rings four Folly Bird's three French hens two turtledoves and a pot ridge in a pear tree. The tenth day of Christmas, my true love brought to me ten ladies dancing nine legs and milking eight boys and singing seven swans swimming six Kieselain five golden rings four Folly Bird's three French hens two turtledoves and a pot ridge in a pear tree. The eleventh day of Christmas, my true love brought to me eleven lords deleting ten ladies dancing nine legs and milking eight boys and singing seven swans swimming six Kieselain five golden rings four Folly Bird's three French hens two turtledoves and a pot ridge in a pear tree. The twelfth day of Christmas, my true love brought to me twelve bulls and bellowing eleven lords deleting ten ladies dancing nine legs and milking eight boys and singing seven swans swimming six Kieselain five golden rings and a pot. Brands 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 far when we were gone astray. O tidings of comfort and joy. Comfort and joy. O tidings of comfort and joy. In Bethlehem and Jewelry this blessed day was born and laid within a manger upon this blessed morn. To which his mother Mary did nothing taking scorn. O tidings of comfort and joy. Comfort and joy. O tidings of comfort. From God our heavenly Father a blessed angel came and unto certain shepherds thought of him. O tidings of the same. How that in Bethlehem was born the Son of God by name. O tidings of comfort and joy. Comfort and joy. O tidings of comfort and joy. Among the many good things associated with Christmas is that fine big shiny Christmas tree with its presents and good cheer for all. Now for a moment here's a friend with a few words about some mighty good cheer. Good cheer for this Christmas girl and good cheer for years to come. When you give a new Philco radio this Christmas it's one gift that's really new and different. But this is last call. Better hurry into your nearby McMahon furniture store and pick out your Philco radio for Christmas while we can still offer you a choice. Here's the perfect gift for the people who seem to have everything. Because every one of these new Philcos at McMahon stores are new in design and performance. Only Philco offers you choice gifts like the one and only 1201. The radio phonograph with a new automatic way to play records. Or the sensational Philco portable with the new war developed circuit. Yes and McMahon furniture stores have the most thrilling gift of all for the whole family. Those glamorous Philco console models. The big sets you haven't been able to buy for years. Get yours on McMahon's convenient budget plan. You'll be giving years of pleasure and enjoyment to everybody at your house. So let us help you solve your gift problems. But act it once while we can still offer you the desirable hard to find merchandise. McMahon stores are noted for. And now McMahon furniture stores takes you back to burlives the friendly Philco troubadour. 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 weird stranger. Never traveling to and fro. And there's no toilet. No storm. No day in that fair. Friends listen next week at this time for burlives. Philco friendly troubadour whose weekly visit is produced and transcribed in Hollywood for your listening place. And come into our store and see the new Philco radios and radio phonographs for Christmas. The Mutual Don Lee Broadcasting.