(Ziggy Elman, Johnny Mercer)
     B  Gm Cm7       F7      B 
We meet,     and the angels sing
            Cm7               F7          B    Gm Cm7 F7
The angels sing the sweetest song I ever heard.
      B   Gm Cm7       F7      Dm7
You speak,     and the angels sing 
Gm        Cm7           F7          B
Or am I breathing music into ev'ry word

    B7
   Suddenly, the setting is strange
   D#
   I can see water and moonlight beaming
    B7                             C7    Fm7
   Silver waves that break on some undiscovered shore 
         B
   Then suddenly, I see it all change
    D#
   Long winter nights with the candles gleaming
      Cm                F        B
   Through it all your face that I adore

You smile, and the angels sing
And though it's just a gentle murmur at the start,
We kiss, and the angels sing
And leave their music ringing in my heart 

(Benzion Witler)
   Hm
Gedenk, az nor in libe ligt dus glik
                         F#
Di libe doyert ayn oygnblik
                              Hm
In kimt shoyn kaynmul mer tsirik
            F#
Gedenk dus git!

    Hm
Gedenk, hosti dus glik in dayne hent,
                                 F#
Ver nisht farshikert, nisht farblend
                                   Hm
Nisht laykht es pater, nisht farshvent
   F#      Hm
Gedenk, gedenk!

     Em
   Glik nisht volgert zikh in gasn,
     Hm
   S’iz nisht far yedn mentsh
         F#
   Tsi glik mis Got alayn tsipasn,
    Hm                    F#
   Dertsi mis men zayn gebentsht

Gedenk, hot Got dir glik amul geshenkt
Nukh vus es hot dayn harts gebenkt
Oyf linke vegn zikh nisht lenk
Gedenk, gedenk

          Hm          Em
      Aynmul nor iz glik far mir dershinen,
               Hm      F#       Hm
      Ven ikh hob dikh, dikh gefinen
        Em           Am
      Bloys nor di, di nor brengst mir fraydn,
               Em     H7        Em
      Bay dir fil ikh vi in Gan Eydn
              F#                   Hm              F#
      Ven di volts gayn es iz fin mir gants vayt avek
            Hm            Em                 F#
      Volt dan mayn labn nisht gehat kayn tsvek!

   Glik nisht volgert zikh in gasn,
   S’iz nisht far yedn mentsh
   Tsi glik mis Got alayn tsipasn,
   Dertsi mis men zayn gebentsht

Gedenk, az nor in libe ligt dus glik
Di libe doyert ayn oygnblik
In kimt shoyn kaynmul mer tsirik
Nisht mer tsirik
Gedenk, gedenk dus glik
Nisht lang gedenk gedenk
   Arayn tsu mir in lid.

(Bill Seckler, Matt Dennis)
Cm               Fm    G7
There's a man on every tongue
  Cm              Fm       G7
Grandpa, grandma, and the young
Cm                    Fm
What's the fuss, it's all about
  G#                 G7
They're just trying to find out

   Cm
   Who's Yehoodi?
   D7       G7
   Who's Yehoodi?
 
 Cm                 Fm    G7
Someone please lend us a hand
Cm                 Fm      G7
Solve this mystery if you can
Cm       C7     Fm
If he's mice or is he man
       G7     Cm
Just who's Yehoodi?

   Who's Yehoodi?
   Who's Yehoodi?
 
One dark night 'bout half past three
I saw an owl up in a tree
He looked down and he yelled at me;
"Who's Yehoodi?"

         Fm
         G-man Hoover's gettin' moody
          D#
         Got his men on double duty
         Trying to find out who's Yehoodi
           G#     G7
         Who's Yehoodi?
 
   Who's Yehoodi?
   Who's Yehoodi?
 
The little man who wasn't there
Said he heard him on the air
No one seems to know from where, but
Who's Yehoodi?

   Who's Yehoodi?
   Who's Yehoodi?

Come and get me, I want step
Send him later telegram
Daddy took it off the land
Who's Yehoodi?

   Who's Yehoodi?
   Who's Yehoodi?

Here's in nineteen forty dude
On his face here's vases stood
I wonder how they shoot the boot
To Yehoodi?

       C7
      Heard the voice so weared people
      Coming from the old church steeple
      G#
      Said to that weared people
           G7
      And here Yehoodi

   Who's Yehoodi?
   Who's Yehoodi?

The other day preeworen five
Another voice in sequent life
Said digby-digby while I drive a clive
Who's Yehoodi?

(Alexander "Jehoshua" Olshanetsky)
                     Fm6 G7
Ikh hob dikh tsufil lib,
                       Cm G# Cm6
Ikh trog oyf dir kayn has,
                     D7 Fm G7
Ikh hob dikh tsufil lib,
                     Cm
Tsu zayn oyf dir in kas.
 
                        Fm6 G7
   Ikh hob dich tsufil lib,
                         Cm
   Tsu zayn oyf dir gor beyz,
              D7        G7
   A nar ikh heyz, ikh veyz,
                 Cm
   Ikh hob dikh lib.

                      Fm         B
      Khhob dir mayn lebn avekgegebn,
            B7             D#
      Mayn harts, mayn neshome,
                Am
      Ikh bin krank, nor mayn gedank,
        G7
      Trakht nit fun nekome.
 
   Ikh hob dikh tsufil lib,
   Tsu zayn oyf dir gor beyz,
   A nar ikh heyz, ikh veyz,
   Ikh hob dikh lib.

(Joseph Russell Robinson, Con Conrad)
Dm               B        A
In the Bronx of New York City
 Dm                  B       A
Lives a girl, she's not so pretty,
 Dm
Lena is her name;
 G
Such a clever girl is Lena,
 D
How she plays a concertina,
 E              A
Really it's a shame;

          E
   She's such a good musician
        A
   She got a swell position
       E                         A
   To go across the sea to entertain,
        E
   And so they shipped poor Lena
       A
   Way out to Palesteena,
          E                                  A
   From what I hear that she don't look the same: They say that

       Dm
      Lena is the Queen O' Palesteena,
      Just because she plays a concertina,
          A
      Shy only knows one song
            D
      She plays it all day long,
           H
      Sometimes she plays it wrong
           E
      But how they love it, want more of it!

         D  F          Gm     D7    Gm
         I heard her play once or twice,
         E            A
         Oh murder, still it was nice!
                  Dm
         All the girls, they're dressed like Lena,
         Some wear oatmeal, some Farina, 
                   A          D  A
         Down old Palesteena way!

Lena's girlfriend, Arabella,
Let her meet an Arab fella
That she thought was grand!
On a camel's back a-swayin',
You could hear Miss Lena playin'
O'er the desert sand.

   She didn't play that new one,
   For all she knew was blue ones,
   Still Yusef sat and listened in his tent;
   And as he tried to kiss her,
   She heard that Arab whisper,
   "Oh Lena, how i love your instrument!".

      Lena is the queen of Palesteena,
      Just because she plays a concertina!
      She only knows one song,
      She plays it all day long;
      Sometimes she plays it wrong,
      But how they love it, want more of it!

         I heard her play once or twice,
         Oh murder, still it was nice!
         While that Arab danced so gaily,
         She would pracrise ailey ailey,
         Down old Palesteena way!

(Traditional)
Gm        Cm6           Gm
Avinu malkeinu sh'ma kolenu
          Cm6               Gm
Avinu malkeinu chatanu l'faneycha
          D#  G#        Gm
Avinu malkeinu chamol aleynu
          C   Cm       Gm
Ve'al olaleynu vetapeinu

             Cm6         Gm
   Avinu malkeinu kaleh dever
               Cm6      Gm
   Vecherev vera'av mealeynu
             D#      G         Cm
   Avinu malkeinu kaleh chol tsar
     Gm     Cm6   Gm
   Umastin mealeynu
 
Avinu malkeinu avinu malkeinu
Kat'veinu besefer chayim tovim
Avinu malkeinu chadesh aleynu
Chadesh aleynu shanah tovah

   Cm6        Gm Cm6 Gm
   Sh'ma kolenu
   Cm6        Gm Cm6 Gm
   Sh'ma kolenu
   Cm6        Gm Cm6 Gm
   Sh'ma kolenu

(Abraham Ellstein, Allan Small, Joseph Liebowitz)
     C
Way down in the land of the Rio Grande
When people are married they always have a dance
The music is grand to a samba band
And people are carried away with such romance
 
          F               Em   A7
   Ole, ole, the wedding samba
                 Dm        G7           C  C7
   Will bring a timid senorita to her feet
                   F               Em   A7
   And when they play the wedding samba
                  Dm              G7            C
   She'll say "I do" and seal it with a samba beat
 
So, that's how it goes in fiesta time
The beat of a samba is always in the air
And then we will know it's fiesta time
And join in the samba around the happy pair

(Joseph Rumshinsky, Chaim Tauber)
     C#m
Der moykh is mir tzumisht,
Ikh gey arum tzukhisht,
   A                      G#
Khveys aleyn nit vos ikh vil,
      F#m
Ikh shem zikh, ikh bin royt.
Di tzung is bay mir toyt,
H7                         E  G#7
Ikh ken nit zogn, vos ikh vil,

       C#m
   Du bist arayn tzu mir,
   In hartzn oyf kvartir.
       A                G#
   Khtrakh vi tzu zogn dir,
   D      E   C#m
   Az du bist...

   C#m
Sheyn vi di levone, likhtik vi di shtern,
     F#m            C#m   F#m       C#m
Fun himl a matone, bistu mir tzugeshikt!

Mayn glik hob ikh gevunen, ven ikh hob dikh gefunen,
Sheyn vi toyznt zunen yot mayn hartz baglikt.

    F#m
   Dayne tzeyndelekh, vays vi perelekh,
                    H
   Mit dayne sheyne oygn,
    E                 A
   Dayne heyndelekh, dayne herelekh,
   F#m7-5     G#7
   Hot mikh tzugetzoygn.
 
Sheyn vi di levone, likhtik vi di shtern,
Fun himl a matone, distu mir tzugeshikt!

(Shelton Brooks)
       F                                G
Two sweethearts in a country town, the neighbors say,
       B            C        Dm
Lived happily the whole day long,
   F                                 Am
Until one day she told him she must go away;
    G                            C
He wondered then what could be wrong.

       F                                   G
   He said "You know it's true I love you best of all,
        B                  C         F
   And yet it's best that we should part."
    Dm                 B
   Just as he went away they heard his sweetheart say,
   E                            A7
   Though it 'most broke heis heart:

               A7                   Dm
Some of these days you'll miss me, honey,
               A7                  Dm
Some of these days you'll feel so lonely;
                Am7-5  D7               Gm
You'll miss my hugging, you'll miss my kissing,
                 G    F#             Csus4 C7
You'll miss me, honey, when you're away.

   Cm         F    F7            B     D#
   I feel so lonely just for you only,
                  Am   D7                   Gm
   For you know, honey, I let you had your way,
                 B       Fdim                F        D# D7
   And when you leave me, you know it will grieve me;
                 G7                C7              F
   I'll miss my little sweet heart, some of these days.

(Henry Nemo)
C                                     F G
I never knew a hepcat from the square
C
And I was called a bringdown everywhere
     Dm7-5            E7               Am
But since I went and joined a swing society
 D                               G
Now I'm hep and filled with notoriety

         C              Dm7   G
   I'm flip the hip, a solid sender
      C                    Dm7 G
   A very close friend of Mr. Bender
    C                 F
   Bender, Shmender Abi Gezint
           G                   C
   I'm a chic that's in the know

   I'm Rink the Dink, a real rug cutter
   A very close friend of Mrs. Butter
   Butter, Shmutter Abi Gezint
   I'm a chic that takes it slow

       F
      Dig my togs, they're sure the best
          C
      My boots are lined with fleece
       F
      Went out West, Did my best
       C                           G
      Came back East to spend my grease

   I'm Neal the Spiel, a gas, a killer
   A very close friend of Mrs. Miller
   Miller, Shmiller Abi Gezint
   I'm a chic that's in the know

   I'm fop the hop, a solid lender
   A very close friend of Mr. Zender
   Zender, Shmender Abi Gezint
   I'm a chic that's on the go

   I'm Stash the Pash, a flying fellow
   A very close friend of Mr. Mellow
   Mellow, Shmellow Abi Gezint
   I'm a chic that takes it slow

      Always eat the best of food
      But Jack I call the junk
      Tuck myselfIn a feathery bed
      But calls it strictly my bunk

   I'm Neal the Spiel, a gas, a killer
   A very close friend of Mrs. Miller
   Miller, Shmiller Abi Gezint
   I'm a chic that's in the know

(Lionel Belasco, Rupert "Lord Invader" Grant)
       A
If you ever go down Trinidad
                       E
They make you feel so very glad
Calypso sing and make up rhyme
                        A
Guarantee you one real good fine time

             A
   Drinkin’ rum and Coca-Cola
                  E
   Go down Point Koomahnah
   Both mother and daughter
                    A
   Workin’ for the yankee dollar

Since the yankee come to Trinidad
They got the young girls all goin’ mad
Young girls say they treat ’em nice
Make Trinidad like paradise

   Drinkin’ rum and Coca-Cola
   Go down Point Koomahnah
   Both mother and daughter
   Workin’ for the yankee dollar

From Chicachicaree to Mona’s Isle
Native girls all dance and smile
Help soldier celebrate his leave
Make every day like New Year’s Eve

   Drinkin’ rum and Coca-Cola
   Go down Point Koomahnah
   Both mother and daughter
   Workin’ for the yankee dollar

In old Trinidad, I also fear
The situation is mighty queer
Like the Yankee girl, the native swoon
When she hear der Bingo croon

   Drinkin’ rum and Coca-Cola
   Go down Point Koomahnah
   Both mother and daughter
   Workin’ for the yankee dollar

(Jack Yellen, Lew Pollack)
             Hm
My Yiddishe Momme
                           C#m7-5
I miss her more than ever now.
             F#
My Yiddishe Momme
                                 Hm
I'd like to kiss that wrinkled brow.

              Em                  A7
   I long to hold her hands once more
      F#                Hm
   As in the days gone by,
                C#m7-5        F#
   And ask her to forgive me for
                                Hm
   Things I did that made her cry.

                   Hm
How few were her pleasures
                                C#m7-5 F#
She never cared for fashion's styles
                     C#m7-5 F#
Her jewels and her treasures
                               Hm
She found them in her baby's smiles

          Em         H7         Em
   Oh, I know that I owe what I am today
            Hm          F#     Hm
   To that dear little lady so old and gray
            C#m7-5             G
   To that wonderful Yiddishe Momme
    F#       Hm
   Momme of mine.