I wouldn’t say anyone “made” me sing. At the time, I was happy that I got to sing.
Drill, Ye Tarriers
Jennie Jenkins
Johnnie Is Gone for a Soldier
When Johnnie Comes Marching Home
Yankee Doodle
Sweet Betsy from Pike
Erie Canal
America the Beautiful
Battle Hymn of the Republic
Several Negro (sic) spirituals I can’t think of at the moment
On Top of Old Smoky
–These were paired with excellent historical and explanatory information.
Quite a few I already knew from the Fireside Book of Folk Songs.
Several I knew already in their Alan Sherman or other parody versions.
Many Christmas songs
Hava Nagila
Mayim
Children of the Lord
C is for the Christ Child
The detestable dreidel song
Much Irving Berlin
Samba Lelê
I’d Like to Teach the World to Sing
Everything is Beautiful
Sing (The Carpenters)
Bye, Bye, Birdie (entire score)
It’s hard to separate out where I learned some songs because I also took recorder and guitar lessons. In addition, my parents liked folk music and musicals, so there was a lot of that at home. Much Pete Seger and Woody Guthrie. My father sang me a lot of German songs and “college” songs as well (Sweet Violets, Let Her Sleep Under the Bar, Anna the Delta Gamma Doll, Three Jolly Fishermen, and my favorite, “Oy, oy, oy, Zeta Beta Toy/what have you done to my nice Jewish boy?”).
I could sing all the lyrics to The Singing Nun phonetically (“Dominique, nique, nique”), Simon & Garfunkle’s Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme (“I’ve been Ayn Randed, nearly branded/communist cause I’m left-handed/That’s the hand I use/Well, never mind”) and Hair (“My body is walking in space/my soul is in orbit with God face to face/floating, flipping, flying, tripping/tripping from Potsville to Mainline”) as a 7-year-old. Learned some great vocabulary, too.
ETA: Oh, and a wonderful album of Palmach Army songs in Hebrew, none of which I understood until decades later.