Songs We Like to Sing
Published 1912
Arr. by W. A. W.
Tra la la,
Tra la la,
As through an Alpine village passed,
Tra la la,
A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice
A banner with the strange device,
Chorus:
"Upidee-i, dee-i, da,
Upidee, Upida, Upidee-i, dee-i, da,
Upidee-i-da!"
r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-yah! yah! yah! yah!
His brow was sad, his eye beneath,
Tra la la,
Tra la la,
Flashed like a falchion from its sheath,
Tra la la!
And like a silver clarion rung
The accents of that unknown tongue,
chorus
"O stay," the maiden said, "and rest,"
Tra la la,
Tra la la,
"Thy weary head upon this breast."
Tra la la!
A tear stood in his bright blue eye,
But still he answered with a sigh,
chorus
At break of day, as heavenward,
Tra la la,
Tra la la,
The pious monks of Saint Bernard,
Tra la la!
Uttered the oft repeated pray'r,
A voice cried through the startled air,
chorus
A trav'ler, by the faithful hound,
Tra la la,
Tra la la,
Half buried in the snow was found,
Tra la la!
Still grasping in his hand of ice,
That banner with the strange device,
chorus
© 1999, Lynn Waterman