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[rivka]

I put Alex to bed about twenty minutes ago. She's up there singing at the top of her lungs:

Well, Joshua was said to be a mighty foe
Cause he marched right up to old Jericho
Blowed his horn and the walls come down
Better not build a wall around your home town.

More four-year-olds should be familiar with the works of the Chad Mitchell Trio. ...Although I think we should probably hold off on teaching her to sing The John Birch Society.

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[antonia-tiger.livejournal.com]

The song I know of with that chorus is "Blood on the Risers" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VWgsdexkv18).

[rivka.livejournal.com]

Aha! The song my dad sung must have been a takeoff on that one, written by and for hikers. It's too similar to be a separate derivation.

"Will it hold around the capstone?" cried the belayer, looking up
Our hero boldly answered "Yes" and then he started up
He had almost reached the summit when his foothold crumbled out
And he ain't gonna climb no more.

Chorus: Gory, gory what a hell of a way to die (3x)
He ain't gonna climb no more.

He rolled on down the friction slope and quickly gathered speed
He shot past his belayer, who'd forgot the climber's creed
An anchor to a piton would be all that he'd ever need
But he ain't gonna climb no more.

The belayer felt the rope go taut and tried to let it run
But it wrapped around his ankle, and he knew his time had come
He left the ledge behind him and it shot up toward the sun
He ain't gonna climb no more.

A ranger in the valley watched them through his telescope
And as they neared the slopes of green, his eyes were filled with hope
For it had been a week or more since the parting of the rope
But they ain't gonna climb no more.

They hit the ground, the sound was "Splat!" The blood went spurting high
A passerby was heard to exclaim "What a colorful way to die!"
And as they lay there bleeding in a welter of their gore
They ain't gonna climb no more.

There was blood upon the rucksacks, there were brains upon the rope
Intestines were entwined about the green and grassy slope
We picked them up in lunchpails after salvaging the rope
They ain't gonna climb no more.