Merrily on Our Way
Music: Frank Churchill & Charles Wolcott
Lyrics: Larry Morey & Ray Gilbert

Tally ho, Tally ho, Tally ho
are we on our way to Nottingham, to Brittingham, to Buckingham
or any hammy hamlet by the sea ? no !
are we on our way to Devonshire, to Lancashire or Worcentershire
I'm not so sure, we'll have to wait and see, ho !

Are we on our way to Dover
or going merrily over
the jolly old road that goes to Plymouth Ho, no !

We're merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily on our way
to nowhere in particular
we're merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily on our way
though the roads are perpendicular

We're always in a hurry
we have no time to stall
we've got to be there, we've got to be there
but where we can't recall, whoops

We're merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily on our way
and we're may be going to Devonshire, to Lancashire, to Worcentershire
we're not so sure, we got to be there
we're not so sure, we got to be there
we're merrily on our way to nowhere at all

Ichabod (Raye / De Paul)

Who's that coming down the street ?
are they shovels or are they feet ?
lean and lanky, skin and bones
with clothes a scarecrow would hate to own

Yet he has a certain air
debonair and devil-may-care
it's the new schoolmaster, what's his name ?
Ichabod, Ichabod Crane

Ichabod, what a name
kind of odd, but nice just the same
funny pan, funny frame
Ichabod, Ichabod Crane

Ichabod may be quaint
may be odd and maybe he ain't
anyway there's no complaint
from Ichabod, Ichabod Crane

And though the arrival of the pedagogue gave rise to mixed emotions
the townspeople all agreed they've never seen anyone

Like Ichabod, Ichabod Crane

Katrina (Raye / De Paul)

Once you have met that little coquette Katrina
you won't forget Katrina
but nobody yet has ever upset Katrina
that cute coquette Katrina

You can do more with Margaret or Helena
or Ann or Angelina
but Katrina will kiss and run
to her, a romance is fun
with always another one to start

And yet when you've met that little coquette Katrina
you've lost your heart

.........

And yet when you've met that little coquette Katrina
you've lost your heart

The headless Horseman (Raye / De Paul)

When the spooks have a midnight jamboree
they break it up with fiendish glee
ghosts are bad, but the one that's cursed
it's the headless Horseman, he's the worst
(that's right, he's a fright, on Halloween night)

But when he goes a-joggin' 'cross the land
holdin' his noggin in his hand
demons take one look and groan
and hit the road for parts unknown
(beware, take care, he rides alone)

And there's no spook, like a spook who's sporned
they don't like him, and he's really burned
he swears to the longest day he's dead
he'll show them that he can get a head

They say he's tired of his flamin' top
he's got a yen to make a swap
so he rides one night each year
to find a head in the hollow here

Now he likes them little, he likes them big
part in the middle or a wig
black or white or even red
the headless Horseman needs a head

With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop
he's out lookin' for a top to chop
so don't stop to figure out a plan
you can't reason with a headless man

Now if you doubt this tale is so
I met that spook just a year ago
no, I didn't stop for a second look
but made for the bridge that spans the brook
for once you cross that bridge, my brook friends
the ghost is through, his power ends

So when you're riding home tonight
make for the bridge with all your might
he'll be down in the hollow there
he needs your head, look out, beware

With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop
he's out looking for a head to swap
so don't try to figure out a plan
you can't reason with a headless man