ترانه:
Kingston Trio The Sold Out

(Jules Fox/Sam Friedman) Carrier pigeon, carrier dove, fly to my darlin' and take her my love. Take her a message. Tell her I'm blue. Tell her I'm

(Jane Bowers/Irving Burgess) Aye, Torero, she is here. Aye, matador. I feel her eyes. They are wide with excitement and fear. I feel her heart for it

(Theodore Bikel) Mangwani mpulele, kinelwa kitula (A Mangwani) Mangwani mpulele, kinelwa kitula Le haele mule, le haele mula kinelwa kitula (A Mangwani

(P. French/H. Collisson) Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight with people here working by day and by night. They don't sow potatoes nor barley

(Weston/Lee/Weston) In the tower of London, large as life, the ghost of Anne Bolyn walks they declare. Poor Anne Bolyn was once King Henry's wife until

(Will Holt) [Spoken:] A young man goes to Paris, as every young man should. There's something in the air of France that does a young man good. [Chorus