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In memory of Ida M. Fye ...
Sister,
Mother,
Grandmother,
Aunt
and
Friend ...
October 16, 1937 – November 30, 2001
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There's a garden, what a garden, Only happy faces bloom there And there's never any room there For a worry or a gloom there. Oh! there's music and there's dancing And a lot of sweet romancing When they play a polka They all get in the swing: Ev'ry time they hear that oom-pa-pa Ev'rybody feels so tra-la-la They want to throw their cares away They all go lah-de-ah-de-ay, Then they hear a rumble on the floor It's the big surprise they're waiting for And all the couples form a ring For miles around you'll hear them sing:
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Chorus:
|: Roll out the barrel We'll have a barrel of fun Roll out the barrel We've got the blues on the run. Zing! Boom! Ta-ra-rel Ring out a song of good cheer! Now's the time to roll the barrel For the gang's all here. :| |
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