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CONTENTS OF THIS NUMBER.

PAGE, AGE.

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Dancing in the Barn........... . Sadly Thinking of Old Friends.... 9
Mary Ann McLaughlin. .... ais What Our Swells Are Coming To. 9
The Lesson of the Water Mill. .. The Great Velocipede Song. ... -- e

My Darling Sarah Ann... .. .. Hours of Pleasure..........

The Charmer Dressed in Green-. ahe,tin-Por Bandry. ...........) 9

Dancing on the Green............ 8 | Papa, Come Help Me Across the

Out in the Cold... cic, aaah eed 3 ark River..... .... ot. se

Some Deem it but a Little Thing. 8| How is This for Low?:

Jardie O'Dowd—His Adventures. 3 | The Slashing Blade..........

Six O’Clock P, M.. ............... 4| Say Good-by yet not Farewell

Only a Baby Small. ‘ 4| The Cupo’ Tay.....

The Two Sisters..... .+...... 4| Pll Surely Call Dada..

The Troubadour’s Rum, Tum, | Frank The Forester. . j
Tum..:. 2.5 foadber wht da - . 4) [Really Am so Sleepy.._.. ‘

The Beautiful Waltzer... . 4} Davie Tulloch’s Bonnie Katy.....

I Can’t Make up My Mind. oe Tassels on the Cane.... ape

Graduate’s Son . . 5| Little Dick Whittington

Walk Off, Big Shoes. .. ..- 5| The Log Hut...

Nobody’s Darling..... .. . 30, | Put Thatin Your Pipe

A Kiss for Your Thought. oe ppg Leh oe Bey ee ES

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The Danish Boy’s Whistl . 6| There’s a Silver Lining to Every
Ba, Be, Bi Bo, Bras 324 6 | SON, 5s su ee awe ee
Parting Whispers RL a fe ee ee pear 1
AIO SOA: sae nai 4 Rs a ey Ts 6 iho wpieiliak oda’ 1B
Bad Luck to the Day... . 6} You Know How it is Yourself... .14
I Saw Esau Kissing Kate . 7) Specie Payment............... .. 14
‘Twas Only My Dhrame.. . 7 | Cling to Those Who Cling to You..14
Gay Young Clerk in a Dry: “N” for Nannie and “B” for
Store JoisGas 4. eee ? Se BONO Cee Hi ne Segurmine ce em 14
The Footprint in the San . 7| Two’s Company—Three is none. .15
Sons of Irish Dukes ; - 8, I Am the Merry Postillion,... . ..15
Never Doubt Me, Little D. 1, 61 I'll Bee You Again... 652. sic5. 4 15
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at Our Girls Are Coming To.. 8 | Never Look

Dancing in the Barn.

Copyrighted by J. A. Bancocx. Published by Gro. Motievx, 44 Fourth
street, Brooklyn, N. Y. Music and words, 40 cents,

Oh, we'll meet at de ball in de evening,
’*Kase I love to pass de time away,
With Clemintiua, Consitina,
And my Angemima Mina May.
Den we'll balance all to one another,
Like de ship dat’s going round de horn,
Dar we'll meet you, yes we'll greet you,
While dancing in the barn.

CHorus—As we move so gracefully, (Break.)
We're as happy as can be, (Break.)
Den swing your partners all together,
’*Kase now’s de time for you to learn,
Banjoes ringing, niggers singing,
And dancing in de barn.

Den we’s off to work in de morning,

Singing as we go out to de field,
Picking cotton, all else forgotten,

Except to see how much de ground do yield.
De black folks are happy while together,
AND It’s funny for to hear dem tell a yarn,

About a lover with kisses smother,
63 Other Songs in this Issue!

While dancing in de barn. (CHORUS.)

CHorus—As we move so gracefully, (Break.)
We're as happy as can be, (Brerk.)
Den swing your partners all together,
*Kase now’s de time for you to learn,
Sold by all newsdealers, five cents each; or sent, post-paid, to any address, on receipt Banjoes ringing, niggers singing,

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Mary Ann McLaughlin.

Copied by permission of Gro. Mottnevx, 44 Fourth St., Brooklyn, N. Y.,
owner of the copyright. Music and words, 40 cents.

In a cosey cottage painted green,
About three miles from here,
There lives a pretty Irish queen,
To me she does prove dear; .
Her mother takes in washing,
And the girl helps at the trade;
_ And when I’ve call’d upon her,
These words I’ve often said:

CHorus—Mary Ann McLaughlin, don’t you cry,
Take that apron from your eye;
Don’t let the neighbors hear you sigh,
And we’ll be married by-and-by.

Now soon I’m going to married be,
Of course I'll settle down;

Pll buy a house, also a farm,
A short way out of town;

Oh! then it will be joyful,
When as cosey as a mouse;

To see the young O’Malleys

Play tag around the house. (CHORUS.)

The Lesson of the Water Mill.

Published by E, H. Harpina, a poweies New York, Music and words,
cents,

Listen to the water mill,
Through the live-long day;
How the clicking of its wheel,

Wears the hours away.
Languidly the autumn wind
Stirs the greenwood leaves,
From the field the reapers sing,
Binding up their sheaves;
And a proverb haunts my mind,
As a spell is cast,
The mill can not grind,
With the water that is past.”

Autumn leaves revive no more,
Leaves that once are shed,

And the sickle can not reap
Corn once gathered;

And the ruffled stream flows on,
Tranquil, deep and still,

Never gliding bavk again,
To the water mill.

Truly speaks the proverb old,
With a meaning vast,

* The mill can not grind

With the water that is past.”

Take the lesson to thyself,
Loving heart and true,

Golden years are fleeting by,
Youth is passing too;

Learn to make the most of life,
Lose no happy day,

Time will never bring thee back
Chances swept away;

Leave no tender word unsaid,
Love, while love shall last,

“ The mill can not grind

With the water that is past.”

Work while yet the daylight shines,
Man of strength and will;
Never does the strear..let glide—
Useless by the mill.
Wait not till to-morrow’s sun
Beams upon thy way,
All that thou canst call thine own,
Lies in thy ‘‘ To-Day.”
Power and intellect and health,
May not always last,
‘The mill can not grind
‘With the water that is past.”

 

Oh! the wasted hours of life,
That have drifted by,

Oh! the good that might have been,
Lost without a sigh;

Love, that we might once have saved,
By a single word,

Thoughts conceived, but never penned,
Perishing unheard;

Take the proverb to thine heart,
Take, and hold it fast,

“ The mill can not grind

With the water that is past.”

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My Darling Sarah Ann!

Copied by permission of Gxo. Motimevx, 44 Fourth St., Brooklyn, N.Y.
owner of the copyright. Music and words, 35 cents.
I've got the sweetest charmer
That ever you chanc'd to know;
She’s just my style and fancy,
And plays on the piano.
Her voice it is soprano,
Her brother his name is Dan,
She’s very high toned I assure you,
Is my darling Sarah Ann!

CHoRUs—Oh, she’s my oyster patty,
My peach, and my current jam;

My lollypop, my gum-drop,
_ My darling Sarah Ann!

Oh, she’s the sweetest dancer
That*ever a toe could shake;
You ought to see her features
_ When tackling a sirloin steak.
Her French is most exquisite,
’Twould puzzle a real Frenchman;
She talks like a big dictionary,
Does my darling Sarah Ann! (CHORUS.)

She wears a train and flounces,,
A hat with a feather, too;
There’s nothing mean about her— ;
She wears an eleven shoe,
I take her home, each evening,
A stew in a litile can; ‘
She calls me her duckie and dearié, :
Does'my darling Sarah Ann! (Cfrorvs.)
Her eyes they look so charming,
With such a decided squint;
Her father’s very wealthy
I hear he is worth a mint. ,.
Whenever I try to kiss her, ©
She always cries out, ‘‘ Go an.” ,
I’ve popped! and I’m going to be married
To my dafling Sarah Ann. (CHORUS.)

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fhe Charmer Dressed in.Groen.

Copied by permission of E. H. Harprne, 229 Bowery, New York, owner
ofthe copyright. Music and words, 10 cents. : A
E Tn idle mood I wander’d
One rosy summer day; _
When chance sent me a maiden bright,
To cheer my lonely way;
A glance at her deep eyes,
s bright as stars above;
Reveal’d a secret sweet,
The presence of “first love.”

Cxorus—On me her eyes were beaming
With warmest glances gleaming;
And when I frankly said she was
As sweet as Id e’er seen;
Ah! bright she look’d indeed,
The charmer dress’d in green.

Ah! happy day I met her,
When Cupid kill’d at sight;
How thrills my heart Lo think of those
Dear loving eyes so bright;
Of quiet strolls together,
Ye all may know the bliss;
But none can know the pleasure
Of our first loving kiss. (CHORUS.)

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Dancing on the Green!

Copied by permission of Gro. Motinevx, 44 Fourth St., Brooklyn, N. Y.
owner of the copyright. Music and words, 40 cents.

Oh, ’way down in South Carolina,

Where the cotton and the sugar cane grow,
It is funny ’mong the honey,

For to see the niggers laugh and crow!
‘We'll get up early in de morning,

And to work we singing all do go,
Always singing, voices ringing,

I tell you we're not slow!

CHoRus—Oh, we do have our fun,
On a holiday, we feel so gay;
And this is what we do; (Break. )
And den we play upon the banjo,
The bones and tambourine,
In the morning, or the evening,
While dancing on the green.

Ev’ry month we do have a party,
Where the niggers and their ladies all go; °
Aunt Jemima, from Car’lina,
Comes along with funny old Jim Crow!
Dar’s ole Josephus orange blossom,
With his sweet gal Ann Eliza Jane,
Sister Mary, so contrary,

Had dancing on the brain! (CHorus.)

 

Out in the Cold.

Copied by permission of 0. Prrson & Co., 451 Washington St., Boston,
owners of the copyright.

With blue, cold hands and stockingless feet,

Wandered a child in the cheerless street;

Children were many, who, housed and fed,

Lovingly nestled, dreaming in bed;

Caroled their joy in a land of bliss,

Without a thought or a care of this;

They were warm in Humanity’s fold,

But this little child was out in the cold,
Out in the cold.

Bleak blew the wind through the cheerless street,
Dashing along the merciless sleet;

All furred and shawled, man, woman and child,
Hurried along, for the storm grew wild;

They could not bear the icicle blast,

Winter so rude, on their pathway cast;

Alas! none pitied, no one consoled

This little wanderer out in the cold,

~ Out in the cold.

She had no father—she no mother,
Sister none, and never a brother;
They had passed on to star-worlds above,
She remained here with nothing but love;
Nothing but love,”—ah! men did not know
What wealth of joy that child could bestow;
So they went by and worshiped their gold,
Leaving this little one out in the cold,

Out in the cold.

Wandered she on till the shades of night
Vailed her shivering form from sight;
Then with her cold hands over her breast,
She prayed to her Father in heaven for rest;
When hours had fled, ’neath the world’s dark frown,
Hungered and chilled, she laid herself down;
Lay down to rest, while the wealthy rolled
In carriages past her, out in the cold,
Out in the cold.

Out in the cold, lo, an angel form
Brought her white robes that were rich and warm;
Out in the cold on the sleeping child,
The sainted face of a mother smiled;
A sister pressed on her brow a kiss,
Led her ’mid scenes of heavenly bliss;
And angels gathered into their fold,
That night, the little one out of the cold,
Out of the cold.

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Some Deem it but a Little Thing.

Copyrighted by C. M. Wiske._ Published by Gro. Monimevx, 44 Fourth
St., Brooklyn, N. Y. Music and words, 35 cents,

Some deem it but a little thing
To trifle with another’s love;
To gain the heart's best offering,
And then to other objects rove;
But it has caus’d full many a smart,
Which years alone can e’er allay,
And broken many a faithful heart,
Which wight have thrill’d with love to-day.

Cuorus—Take heed how ye in future deal,
Nor rudely strike affection’s string,
For wounds which time can never heal
Have sprung from such like little things.

Some deem it but a little thing
To pass their humble brother by;
Nor deign to yield the joys that spring
From outstretch’d hand and friendly eye;
But it has caus’d, this little deed,
Full many a scalding tear to roll,
And many an aching heart to bleed, ©
And untold anguish of the soul. “ (CHorvs.)

Some deem it but a little thing
To sever friendsbip’s sacred chord,

And rudely snap the ties that cling
Around the heart, by some false word;

But it has caus’d a world of strife, }
Where love and peace were wont to reign,

And many a year of after life
Made doubly desolate by pain.

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Jardie O’Dowd—His Adventures.

Copied by permission of Wm. A. Ponp & Co., 25 Union Square, N. Y.,
owners of the copyright.

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The b’ys they all call me so proud, ha, ha! }
But the gyrls they all think that I’m swate as a pink, )
And they wink and they blink at O’Dowd, ha, ha! )
There’s Bridget O’Kafe, there’s Mollie Carew,
There’s Biddy O’Nail and her ould mother too.

SpoxEN—The ould woman, says I, ha! “ha! Indade I moint say
ivery wan av ’em intoirely altogether.

The gyrls are all glad, the b’ys are all mad—
There’s Dinnis McFay, be would murther me right away.

CHORUS.

Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha! wheriver I go, \

Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, it is iver just so, .

The gyrls they all think that 1’m swate as a pink, {

And they wink and they blink at O’Dowd, ha, ha! |

I walked up the sthrate one mornin’ so foine,

‘“ Good luck to yees, Jardie,” says Meery O’Bryne;

Says Bridget, ‘‘ How nate!” and says Biddy, ‘‘How swate!”

So they sigh and they cry when I’m nigh, ha, ha! (
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at Mollie Carew he w’v’d murther me. (CHORUS.) |
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I wint to the rink to shkate, ha, ha!

I shlipped and I fell prostrate, ha, ha!

The gyrls they all sighed, and their ould mothers cried,

All afeard that I died in me proide, ha, ha!

For the docthers they scr’amed, for the docthers they wint—
I was not dead at all, at all, barrin’ a rint.

Spoxen—‘ Och, murther, murther,” says I, ‘I’m badly burted
(CHORUS. )

I wint to th’ oppeera wid Kate, ha, ha!

They hurrood as we tuck our sate, ha, ha!

We stood up an’ bowed ’mid the shoutin’ so loud,
Oh, an’ weren’t we proud? for O’Dowd, ha, ha!
Wheriver I go ’tis iver just so,

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Six O’Clock P. M.

Copied by permission of O. Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street, Boston,
owners of the copyright.
The workshops open wide their doors
At six o’clock P. M.,
And workmen issue forth by scores
At six o’clock P. M.;
Of all the minutes in array,
Or hours that go to make the day,
There’s none so welcome, so they say,
As six o’clock P. M.

How many children show delight
At six o’clock P. M.!

How many homes are rendered bright
At six o’clock P. M.!

How many little happy feet

Go out into the busy street,

With joyous bounds papa to meet,
At six o’clock P. M.

Thousands of tables draped in white
At six o’clock P. M.,
The gathered families invite
At six o’clock P. M.;
And as they eat the frugal fare
They quite forget their toil and care,
And drop their heavy burdens there,
At six o’clock P. M.

Then blow, ye shrieking whistles, blow!
At six o’clock P. M.,

And let the weary toilers go
At six o’clock P. M.;

Ring out, releasing bells, ring out!

And bid the welkin take the shout,

And echo it all round about,
‘Tis six o’clock P, M.”

Only a Baby Small.

Copied by permission of J. L. Perers, Music Publisher, N. Y., owner of
the copyright.
Only a baby small, sent from the skies;
Only a laughing face, two sunny eyes.
Only two cherry lips, one chubby nose;
Only two little hands, ten little toes.
Only a golden head, curly and soft;
Only a tongue that wags loudly and oft;
Only a little brain, empty of thought,
Only a little heart, troubled with naught.

CHORUS.
Light of our loving hearts! hope of our years!
Gilding with merry laugh life’s many tears!
So came this baby dear, cheering our way,
Sweet little bird of home, fly not away.

Only a tender flower, sent us to rear;

Only a life to love while we are here.

Only a body small, never at rest;

Small, but how dear to us God knoweth best.
Only a life to shield, while clouds are nigh,

Only a will to teach, while days go by!

Only an angel lent, crowning our love,

Only a heart to lead, far, far above. (CHORUS.)

 

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THE TWO SISTERS.

i rmission of O. D ., 451 Washington St., Boston,
vingialiae owners: OF the pete ae es
I know two sisters fair and lovely
As the brightest summer day,
But where they dwell I will not tell,
Which one I love I can not say;
And how to test which I love best
Is something that I can not do;
I wish sone friend advice would lend,
And choose for me one of the two.

CHorus—For both are handsome, both are tall,
They’re the sweetest of them all;
You cen not wonder when I say
I love them both so dearly.

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Like all lovers I act madly,
Know none else but my heart’s queen;
Although I’ve shown two hold the throne,
This may be something you’ve not seen.
I would to-morrow end my woes,
And for the hand of one I’d sue,
But then, you see, it might not be

I’d choose the right one of the two. (CHORUS.)

But an idea just has struck me,
That is, I will go and see,
Of these two sisters I love fondly,
Which one of them does love me.
So pray excuse me when I leave,
For I must go and see the two,
Next time you come perhaps the one

I will have here to show to you. (CHORUS.)

 

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The Troubadour’s Rum, Tum, Tum.

Copied by permission of J. L. Perers, Music Publisher, N. Y., owner of
the copyright.

Gayly the Troubadour sung oh Kafoozalum,
As he was hastening home from Jerusalem,
Saying, ‘‘From Palestine hither I come,”
Lady-love! lady-love! Rum, tum, tum.

Loudly the Troubadour sung of Kafoozalum,
To all the parties coming from Jerusalem.
People from Palestine looked rather glum
‘When they heard his absurd, Rum, tum, tum,

Fiercely the Troubadour sung oh Kafoozalum,
Asking for coppers, but he couldn’t bamboozle ’em,
People from Palestine, seeing him come,

Said, “Go to Jericho,” Rum, tum, tum.

Daily the Troubadour sung oh Kafoozalum,
Till he became as old as Mathusalem;

Then on a Lank he sunk, quite overcome,
Autogreph epitaph, Rum, tum, tum.

 

The Beautiful Waltzer.

Copied by permission of J. L. Perers, Music Publisher, N. Y., owner of
. the copyright.

The ball-room’s the place where Cupid can sport,
Where many a heart lhas been heedlessly caught,
In clasping a hand, or in circling around,

So many a fellow his future has found.

I'm one of the number just caught in the snare,
The last ball it cost me full many a care,

I think of one only, so lovely is she,

That beautful waltzer who danced with me.

CHORUS.
The beautiful waltzer who danced with me,
Danced with me, danced with me,
I’m sure that an equal I never shall see
To the beautiful waltzer who danced with me.

Her foot was incased in the smallest of shoes,

And I think that her gloves must have been number twos;
Her dress, to describe it indeed it were vain,

For just fifty yards did she have to her train;

Her hair it was fixed in the latest of styles,

Her face was adorned with the sweetest of smiles;

Of all who were there but one could I see,

Twas the beautiful waltzer who danced with me. (CHO.)

When supper was ready I acted my best

In serving my charmer, and slighting the rest;

I clasped her white hand and wished it were mine,

I nibbled the dainties and sipped at the wine;

I wished that forever our supper might last,

For she said how delightful the time it had passed,

When a gent advanced quickly and took her from me,
For his wife was the waltzer who danced with me. (CHO.)

 

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I Can’t Make up My Mind.

Copied by permission of Ortver Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street,
Boston, owners of the copyright.

Oh! would I were a married man,
My heart all full of glee,

A smiling partner by my side,
And children round my knee!

The reason I’m a bachelor,
Not hard it is to find;

The fact is—ladies, don’t you smile—
I can’t make up my mind.

Cxrorus—I can’t make up my mind,
I can’t make up my mind,

The fact is—ladies, don’t you smile—
I can’t make up my mind.

There’s Angelina Marigold,
Who would with me elope,
If to her window I would fix
A ladder made of rope.
She’s gentle and she’s beautiful,
Her purse is richly lined;
And she’d have me in spite of pa,
If Td make up my mind. (CHOoRUS,)

Now when I walk along the street,
Girls’ roguish looks I catch,

As with a sneer they say, ‘‘ There goes
A rusty-fusty ‘bach,”

Well, I'll resolve, this very day,
Some sort of wife to find;

I'll wed—I will—I think—oh, dear!
I can’t make up my mind. (CHORUS.)

 

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Graduate’s Song.

Copied by permission of O. Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street, Boston,
owners of the copyright.
This night is one of mingled joy and pain,
One that shall never from our mem’ries die;
Our band unbroken shall not meet again,
While months shall vanish and long years go by.

CHORUS.
We come to-night to sing our parting song,
To say farewell to friends and teachers true,
Our hands once more to clasp in friendship strong,
Ere we go forth our chosen work to do,

Fondly we’ve looked for this, the crowning hour,
Gladly we greet it, though it brings us pain;

Oft in the future dim shall mem’ry’s power
Recall it to our longing hearts again. (CHORUS.)

Father in heaven, be with our teachers here;
Long may their noble labors bless the land,
While we to distant fields a germ shall bear,
To grow and ripen into harvests grand. (CHORUS.)

 

Walk Off, Big Shoes.

Copied by permission of O. Dirson & Co., 451 Washington St., Boston,
owners of the copyright.
I'm a reg’lar nig from ’way down south,
I hoe de sugar-cane and corn,
These niggers dat do live up north,
Are only niggers in a horn;
We southern darkies put on no airs,
But serve our masters well,
While northern nigs make their affairs,
The white folks’ style to swell.

In Louisiana, where I live,
De nigs are happy, I tell you;
I came up north more free to live,
But I’s gwine back, dat’s what Pll do.
I asked de comdoctor for free fare,
I knew he could if he choose,
But he turned round, at me did stare,
And said, ‘Walk off, Big Shoes.”

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Nobody’s Darling.

Copied b: rmission of J. L. Petmrs, Music Publisher, N. Y., owner of
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Out in this cold world alone,
Walking about in the street,
Asking a penny for bread,
Begging for something to eat,
Parentless, friendless and poor,
Nothing but sorrow | see;
I am nobody’s darling,
Nobody cares for me.

Cxorvus—Nobody’s darling on earth,
Heaven will merciftil be;
There I am somebody’s darling,
Somebody cares for me,

No one to kiss me good-night,
No one to put me to bed,
Up in my attic alone,
Weeping for those who are dead;
Merciless winds chill my form,
Sitting on poverty’s knee;
I am nobody’s darling,
Nobody cares for me. (CHORUS.}

Often at night, when I kneel,
Lifting my sorrowful eyes,
Asking my mother to smile
Down on her child from the skies,
Then [ forget all my grief,
Mother and heaven I see;
There I’m somebody’s darling,
Somebody cares for me. (CHORUS.)

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A Kiss for Your Thought.

A kiss for your thought; a kiss

As sweet, as sweet as this;

And should it in truth, love, be

Of me, of me, but me;

As, love, indeed, it ought,

T'll not deny you three.

A kiss, a kiss, a kiss for your thought,
As, love, indeed, it ought. e

A kiss for your thought, a kiss

As dear, as dear as this;

And should it in truth not be

Of me, not me, but me,

As, love, indeed, it ought,

Your pardon will cost you three,

A kiss, a kiss, a kiss for your thought,
As, love, indeed, it ought.

 

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Now ancient English melody
Is banished out of doors,

And nothing’s heard in modern days,
But—

The sea! the sea! the open sea!
The blue, the fresh, the ever free,
Without a mark, without a bound,
It runneth—

Away, away, to the mountain’s brow,
Where the trees are gently waving,

Away, away, to the mountain’s brow,
Where—

We have lived and loved together,
Thro’ many changing years;

We have shared each other’s gladness,
And—

Let us haste to Kelvin grove, bonnie lassie, oh!
Through its mazes let us rove, bonnie lassie, oh!
Where the rose in all its pride,
Decks the hollow dingle side.

 

 

 

 
 

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The Danish Boy’s Whistle.

Copied by permission of O. Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street, Boston,

owners of the copyright.

** You have heard,” said a youth to his sweetheart, who stood,

While he sat on a corn-sheaf, at daylight’s decline,

“ You have heard of the Danish boy's whistle of wood,
I wish that the Danish boy’s whistle were mine!”

“ And what would you do with it? tell me,” she said,
While an arch smile played over her beautiful face,

“ T would blow it,” he answered, ‘ and then my fair maid
Would fly to my side, and would there take her place.”

“Is that all you wish for? Why, that may be yours,
Without any magic,” the fair maiden cried,
‘A favor so light one’s good nature secures!”
And she playfully seated herself by his side.
“IT would blow it again,” said the youth, ‘and the charm
Would work so that not even modesty’s check
Would be able to keep from my neck your white arm!”

She smiled, and then laid her white arm ’round his neck.

*< Yet once more would I blow, and the music divine
Would bring me the third time an exquisite bliss,
You would lay your fair cheek to this brown one of mine,
And your lips stealing past it would give me a kiss.”
The maiden laughed out in her innocent glee;
‘What a fool of yourself with your whistle you’d make!
For only consider how silly ’twould be
To sit there and whistle for what you might take.”

 

Ba, Be, Bi, Bo, Bu.

Come, white folks, listen unto me,
For I am going to sing,

And when you’ve heard my song you'll say,
It is a funny thing:

When I was young I went to school
Across the great big sea,

And what I learned I’ll tell you all,

~ If you will list to me.

Crorus—With b, a, ba, b, e, be,
B, i, bi, be, bi,
B, 0, bo, b, u, bu,
Ba, be, bi, bo, bu.

First a, p, e, spells monkey,
I’m sure you all know that,
And b, 0, y, spells little girl,
And ¢, a, t, spells rat;
Next d, 0, g, spells pussy cat,
Did you ever see ’em mew?
E, g, g, spells fowl,
And b, a, ba, be, bi, bo, bu. (CHORUS.)

F, r, 0, g, spells little toad,
And g, r, 0, g, beer,
H, stands for donkey, I, stands—no!
I won’t stand nothing here.
J, 0, h, n, spells Tom,
And K, a, t, e, spells our Sue,
L, 0, n, g, spells short,
And b, a, ba, be, bi, bo, bu. (CHORUS.)

 

Parting Whispers.

Thrice the flowers have bloomed and faded
Since we first as classmates met,

Happy scenes before us crowding,
Mem’ry whispers, ‘‘ Ne’er forget.”

Cuorus—Tarry, oh ye golden moments,
Breaking not the holy spell;
Let us linger on the threshold,

Ere we breathe the last farewell.

Now we clasp our hands in parting,
And the tears will rise unseen
As we turn away, our footsteps
Echoing many years between. (CHoRUs.)

 

SSeS ~~

 

All this toiling is but sowing;
When the reaping shall be o’er
May we find in heaven’s own garner
Golden sheaves we bound before. (CHORUS.)

As we think of life’s stern duties,
Mingling rise our hopes and fears,

Oh, may glorious victories wait us
In the rolling tide of years. (CHORUS.)

Gladly let us hail the future,
Strong to battle and to win;
Sadly leave the past forever,
And life’s noble work begin. (CHORUS. )

May our paths to-day dividing,
When the earthly toil is past,
Lead us all where tears of sorrow
Seem as pearls in heaven at last. (CHORUS.)

 

THE KISS.

Copied by permission of O. Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street, Boston,

owners of the copyright.

One kiss in parting, dearest, allow it,
Tis for thee, ’tis for thee, ’tis for thee.
Lips like a ruby tempt to bestow it,
Shall it be? shall it be? shall it be?
One kiss, one only, what will it cost?
If you allow it, nuthing is lost.
Chief of my blisses, I shall receive
Such gentle kisses easy to give.
One kiss not amiss is a loving kiss,
If you bestow it no one will know,
Blessed in receiving, blessed to bestow— i
No one is near, no one will see, no one will hear.

Do not refuse it, such pleasure giving,
Too quickly passing, not one trace leaving,
Grudge not the treasure—are you a miser?
Doth it surprise her one craves it so?
Sweet seal of friendship, fair sign of love,
Why should one not prize it, far more than money?
Sweet is the fragrant flower stored with honey.
No more delaying, love, give it me,
Ah, do! ah, do! ah, do! ah, do!
One little kiss, ah! can you refuse it?
You who bestow it little will lose,
Ah! don’t refuse, ah! don’t refuse. &

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Bad Luck to the Day.

Bad luck to the day that I left the ould sod!
Batherashin, batherashin, batherashin, bother!
A spot that is dearer my feet never trod,
Batherashin, batherashin, batherashin, bother!
It’s sighin’ I am all the night and the day,
For my own darling home beyant the wide say!
Och hone! why did I sail away?
Batherashin, batherashin, batherashin, bother!

They told me the streets were all covered with gold,
Batherashin, batherashin, batherashin, bother!
But when I arrived, by the powers I was sold,
Batherashin, batherashin, batherashin, bother!
I sigh for the pigs and the whisky galore,
But my Kathleen’s bright eyes I sigh for still more!
Och hone! why did I sail away? etc,

I’m roaving about, for I never can rest,
Batherashin, batherashin, batherashin, bother!
My heart is a bird that is robbed of its nest,
Batherashin, batherashin, batherashin, bother!
My cabin at home, though it’s poor it may be,
Sure the mud on its walls is precious to me!
Och hone! why did I sail away? ete.

Ould Ireland, my jewel, I’m coming to you,
Batherashin, batherashin, batherashin, bother!
Bad luck to the day that I bid you adieu,
Batherashin, batherashin, batherashin, bother!
My pipe in my mouth, my shillelagh to fling,
Sure I wouldn’t at home change place wid a king!
Och hone! why did I sail away? etc.

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I Saw Esau Kissing Kate

*T was just about a year ago,
‘When I was down at Glo’ster,
I found a lass, but now, alas!
I find that I have lost her;
I’m sure I never can forget
The happy days that we saw,
Before the day on which we met
Her country cousin, Esau.

Spoxen—For it was on that unlucky day that—

Cuorus—I saw Esau kissing Kate,
And the fact is, we all three saw;
For I saw Esau, he saw me,
And she saw, I saw Esau.

I'd rather go without my beer,
Or even get my sconce hurt,

Than ever go again to hear
A Crystal Palace concert;

For I took Kitty there, and then
Unfortunately she saw

That horridest of countrymen,
Her country cousin, Esau.

Sroxen—But even then I never thought I should have to say—
(Cxorvs.)
She introduced this man to me,
And soon, behind a statue,
I saw what made me audibly
Sing out, “I’m looking at you!”
’Tis sad indeed to have to state
What poor unlucky me saw,
For there was Esau kissing Kate,
And Kate was kissing Esau.

SpoxEn—Yes; they had commenced the business arithmeti-
cally; they began with simple addition, went right through sub-
traction, and would have gone on to multiplication, had it not
been that— (CHoRus.)

“Is this why you both quitted me?’
Said I, “you little Tartar!”
“ Oh, yes!” said she, ‘“‘ The Rule of Three
Is not so good as Barter;
I went to school with him,” she said,
“And used to play at see-saw,
So, if you please, I think I’ll wed
My country cousin, Esau.”

Spoxken—“ Well,” said I, ‘‘I came to a concert, but this is a
concerted piece I didn’t expect to see.” I scarcely knew what to
say, for it was enough to disconcert me altogether when— (CHo.)

I went away in quite a pet,
And toddled home to tea, oh!

For I could see that their duet
Had put me up a tree, oh!

But still my sorrow wasn’t great
When in the papers we saw
That Mr. Esau ’d married Kate,
And Kate had married Esau.

Spoxen—Oh, yes! I’ve quite recovered now, and am courting
a prettier girl; but still it is not pleasant to reflect upon the day
when— (CHORUS.)

 

’Twas Only My Dhrame.

Published by Wa. A. Ponp & Co., 25 Union Square, New York, owners
of the copyright.
Oh! Shamus, my dear! I fear your heart is astray,
For mine I can tell, so well, ’tis melting away.
The pale moon is high, I sigh, for sad is her beam,
But sadder my heart, to part, oh! sorrow my dream.

CHORUS.
Oh! Shamus, my dear, come here, still cling to my heart,
Thy Norab will be, to thee, as dear as thou art.
I hear thee afar, the star is shining more bright,
"I'was only my dream, a gleam that shaded my sight,

Oh! Shamus, my dear! ’tis clear, it came as I lay

In anguish, last night, no light to cheer me then strayed;

I saw thee, ’tis true, twas you, another was there,

She laid on your breast, no rest for me but despair. (Cxo.)

 

 

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Gay Young Clerk in a Dry-Goods

Store.

i i + aa , Music Publisher, N, Y., owner of
Copied by permission of J. midaanee, .
Oh listen now, and I’ll sing a song,
How are you, ladies, howdy?
T'll sing it all, for it won’t take long,
Ah! ladies, ha-ha!
It’s about a chap, perhaps you know,
I’m told he is ‘“‘ Nobody’s beau,”
But may be you all knew that before,
He’s a lively clerk in a dry-goods store.

CHORUS.
Oh!. Augustus Dolphus is his name,
From Skiddymadink they say he came,
He’s a handsome man, and he’s proud and poor,
This gay young clerk in a dry-goods store,

His eyes they are of a dark sky-blue,
How are you, ladies, howdy?
His hair light brown, and his mustache too,
Ab! ladies, ha-ha!
And he wears eye-glasses on his nose,
And he never looks down at his toes,
For fear he’ll fall on a cellar door,
This dashing clerk in a dry-goods store. (CHOo.)

He wears side-whiskers on his jaws,
How are you, ladies, howdy?

Won’t none of you hear him for his cause?
Ah! ladies, ha-ha!

Why almost every lady knows

He’s a nice young man, for he wears good clothes,

He’s a handsome chap as I said before,

He’s gay young clerk in a dry-goods store.

He smiles at all the girls he meets,
How are you, ladies, howdy?
And you smile at him on the crowded streets,

‘Ah! ladies, ha-ha!
Why don’t you make him ‘‘ come to taw?”
I know he wants a mother-in-law;
Do as your parents did before,
You, and the clerk in the dry-goods store.

(Cxo.)

(CHo.)

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The Footprint in the Sand.

Copied by permission of O. Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street, Boston,
owners of the copyright. ©

Along the beach at Rockaway,
One pleasant day I strolled,
Listening to the breakers roar,
As on the beach they rolled.
I was straying on quite leisurely,
Along the shell-strewn shore,
When I saw a maiden young and fair
Tripping lightly on before.

CxHorus—She was graceful, tall and fair,
With a wealth of golden hair;
She was possessed of every c
The prettiest foot in the land,
I knew it well, for there I saw
The footprint in the sand.

I started quickly after her,
When her eyes on me she turned;
They seemed to pierce me to the heart, .
With the fire of love I burned. {
Her form was tall and graceful,
Like a swan along she’d glide;
Not many minutes had elapsed.
Ere I was at her side, (CHORUS.)

For hours we talked and walked along,
Till the day away had flown;

When I left her at her cottage door
My heart was not my own.

I told her so, and asked her hand;

 

How her brilliant eyes did shine!
And her head dropped gently on my breast
When she promised to be mine. (CHORUS.)

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Sons of Irish Dukes.

Copied by permission of E. H. Harprna, 229 Bowery, New York, owner
= of the copyright. Music and words, 40 cents.

} Here we come in all our style,
Two fine brilliant pleasing buffers,
\ Place good faith in all we do,
i We're no frauds nor are we fluffers;
We're the daisies in all there is to do,
We never drop or make bad flukes;
You can tell by our air,
We are something rather rare,
For we're nothing less than sons of Irish Dukes,
} Ay! Dukes, reg’lar Dukes, pure Irish Dukes.
4 So watch each noble daisy passing on,
Wid the double X style of'a perfect gentleman,
Oh! we're the daisies in all there is to do,
We never drop or make bad flukes,
You can tell by our air,
That we’re something rather rare,
For we're hothing less than sons of Irish Dukes,
Ay! Dukes, reg’lar Dukes, pure Irish Dukes.

We can trace our pedigree,

Long’ before ould Adam was born;
Colunibus Was wan of our clan,

Whine discdver’d the Cape of Good Horn;
Our pas weré knights of the golden Fleas;

They trayel’d greatly on their looks,
We oursélves are blockheads, ,

From the same old chip yé see,

‘ “For we're nothing less, etc.

 

Never Doubt Me, Little Darling!

ermission of Go. Motingux, 44 Fourth St., Broo! mea
aad Sener of the conmlaht. Music and words, 40 aa hes
Never doubt me, little darling,
When my boundless love to you I tell;
Never nioye my heart shall wander
From the oné I love so well.
Dear to mé’as morning dew,
To the sweet and blushing rose,
Brighter than the radiant hue,
At the sunset’s calm repose.

CHorus—Neyer doubt me, little one,
For you are always dear to me,
And my heart shall ever beat,
Love, to your voice’s melody.

Never doubt me, little darling,
Tho’ my footsteps they may roam afar;
In my joy and in my sorrow,
You shall be my guiding star.
Say that you'll be true to me,
Tell me then that you are mine,
Let your eyes in gladness love,
But once again upon me shine, (CHORUS.)

 

Up In Das Palloon.

Copied by permission of J. L. Peters, Music Publisher, N. Y., owner of
» the copyright.

I vas, if you know it, a Madison pelle,

Whom gaptivate vonce a feller vot swell,

He vas glerck off a bootcher, und sell his meats rare;
He vas such a nice man from the close he don’t vear,
Vas ouf Saratoga ‘bes a year'coom mit Yune,

Ve valk und ve talk uf te shine of ter moon,

He squeeze me mine hand, und he make me a kiss,

I feel me so goot; ven I feel me like dis. :

Spoxzen—Yah! Ivfeel me so goot-like eat iseters und gream,
und mine head feel like I vos— J

CHORUS.
Up in das palloon, boys, up in das palloon,
Out among dem leedle shtars, ridin’ mit der moon,
Up in das palloon, boys, up in das palloon,
Das.make me someting funny ven I ride in das palloon.

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Der vedding vas.made und mine vaterfall bought,

Und some lager und pretzels from Tiffany’s brought,
But shoost ven ze bill to mine young feller vent,

I find me out somet’ings—he got not a cent.

Mine fader und mudder vos live down off Wall,

Dem give him some moneys, venever he call,

But ven mine old daddy speak, ‘‘Say, mine frent, vere
Is your secoority?” He tells him, ‘‘ Up dere.”

Spoxen—Yah! Und dat feller make his finger p’int up und
vink mit one eye, ven he says, “Ole man, good-py, I’m going
ain’t I~ (CHorvs.)

Der beebles all coom und I make me a tear,

I make me a plush, yen I drink me some peer,

Der breecher got ready und take a shampain,

But mine feller I’m never don’t see him again;
Instead of dat feller I find me no joy,

Den cooms to der breecher, a telegraft poy,

Sais he, “ Look uf dat letter, und dat tole you vere
Tas feller is gone,” und I look me “‘up dere.”

Spoxen—Yah! I can not help it, so help me gracious, I must
look me like a fool und sing it, ven mine feller vent— (CHO.)

He run him avay mit anonder man’s frow,

Und dat man he vas kick him to death mit a cow,
Und der cow dat got crazy, now ain’t worth a smoke,
She died mit a tail vos te lightning did proke.

Vell, das vooman she die, und mine feller got sick,
He coom und he preak in der door mit a shtick, —

I’m don’t tell him someting, und ven him I seen

He preak me to pieces, mine sowin’-marsheen,

Spoxen—Yah! Und I shout me “ Berleece,” und mine feller
vot vos, goes in der jail mit der berleece, an’ I’m don’t been
troubled some more by him, und der last time I'see him he was
going—' (CHoRvs.) ©

 

What Our Girls Are Coming To.

Copied by permission of» Otiver Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street,
Boston, owners of the copyright.

Ladies’ fashions, nowadays,
Surely are astonishing;
People stare in blank amaze,
Powerless for admonishing;
Costumes are so weird and wild,
Men are too dismayed to quiz,
Fain they’d think they are beguiled,
And disordered vision ’tis. —
Fichu fallal thingamy,
Tastes outrageous running to,
Wits we task but vainly ask,
What our girls are coming to?

Once in ample crinoline

Round as teacups; very soon,
They diminish slim and lean,

Like the cup’s attendant spoon;
Skirts must drag a yard behind,

Sweeping crossings as they trail,
But in this there’s reason, mind—

What's a duck€without a tail?
Slop, slop, splatter, draggletail,

Splashing ’stead of shunning you,
Dangling ends and Grecian bends,

What our girls are coming to!

Was there e’er such jewelry

As the present age endures?
Earrings tortured cruelly,

Bottle jacks and sets of skewers,
And ’tis whispered (so you’re warned)

Beauty, (such is the complaint,)
Won’t attract if unadorned,

And to draw, has learned to paint;
Persian bloom and indigo,

With Sahara’s magic dew,
This new style—pray do not smile}

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Sadly Thinking of Old Friends.

Copied by permission of E, H. Harprna, 229 Bowery, New York, owner
of the copyright. Music and words, 40 cents.
How sad the thoughts when dull and drear,
Of good old friends of other days,
‘What magic power to cause a tear,
And sad’ning gloomy feelings raise;
Sadly thinking of old friends,
And darling lov’d ones gone before,
Sighing softly, as we think,
On earth we'll, meet neyermore.

Cuorus—Dear old friends,
Sadly thinking of old friends,
And darling lov’d ones gone before,
Sighing softly as we think,
On earth we'll meet them nevermore.

How sad to think that faces bright,
And loving hearts of times gone by,
And hands in friendship often clasp’d;
All quiet, cold and still now lie;
But what tho’ cherish’d hearts: we’ve lost,
We'll mourn again for them no more,
Whene’er we think with thankful hearts,
They are not dead, but, gone before, (CHoRUS.)

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What Our Swells Are Coming To.

In times like these ’tis passing strange
To notice how the fashions change;
Men seem to try, upon my word,

How each can look the most absurd!

In hairy beauty some would vie
With terriers from the Isle of Skye;
While as for. whiskers—most one meets:
Are long enough to sweep the streets!
You well may, wonder, as you do,
What next. our swells are coming to! §

Our hats, once towering to the skies,
Are sunk as flat as mutton pies! ;
And coats, once long as any pump,
Now up to here have made a jump!
While he whose legs, in any part,
Are failures, viewed as works of art,
In friendly “ peg-tops” can not show,
For corded tights are all the go!

‘You well: may wonder, as you do,
What next our swells are coming. to!

 

Our shirts one in amazement views,
All foxes’ heads, or horses’ shoes!

And collars, once so free from blots,
Have burst out in a rash of spots!
Our neckties, fastened through a ring,
Are dwindled down to bits of string!
While silk umbrellas quite defy

The powers of any naked eye!

You well may wonder, as you do,
What next our swells are coming to!

 

The Great Velocipede Song.

Copied by permission of Wa, A. Ponp & Co., 25 Union Square, New York’
owners of the copyright. R
Some like to ride the iron horse,
And some within a hack; ©
And other fellows dearly love
A pacing horse to back.
And then again some like to call
The foaming waye their steed,
But give me that two-forty nag,
The new velocipede.

CHorus—It never runs away,
And it don’t take much to feed,
Is thoroughly reliable,
The new velocipede.
Upon the way you work your legs
And feet depends its speed,
And that’s about the total of
The new velocipede.

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There’s one thing I must tell you,
If you’d not make a fluke,
If a pretty girl is on the road,
Be careful how you look.
It’s all the worse if it should be
An avenue up town,
For suddenly your two-wheeled horse
Is likely to lie down,

Cxorus—It never runs away,
And it don’t take much to feed,
It’s thoroughly reliable,
This new velocipede, etc.

 

Hours of Pleasure.
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‘Twas at a ball I first met my girl,
The fairest in the land;
She had pearly teeth and a dimpl’d chin,
And a little slender hand.
She skipp’d around iv mazy. waltz,
As graceful as a fawn;
When the dance was o’er I ask’d Irene
To walk out on the lawn.
‘We sat by the brook and the stars shone bright,
And we whisper’d words of love on that summer night,
So we walk’d and talk’d till it grew quite late,
But I know. she has my heart,
Then I'll bless the day when we get wed,
And from her I'll. neyer part.
Next eve. we met, near-a running stream,
And £ walk’d close by her side;
I told her then how I lov’d her so
And she said she’d be my bride.
How happy I'll be all the while
When Irene is my wife;
We will have a cot. by a babbling brook
And we'll settle down for life.
We sat by the brook, etc.

 

The Tin-Pot Band.

My music now, is all the rage,

Not only on but off the stage,

For this is a progressive age,
And bands of various kinds appear.

The German band we all have met,

With the everlasting flageolet,

But there’s the organ-grinder’s band I bet
Will be found in most streets far. and near.

: CHORUS.

But search each land, from strand to strand,

And hunt about on every hand,

There’s none, not one, so full of fun

As the Seven Dials Tin-pot Band.

Bang! bang! ain’t I mighty grand?

I’m the tip-top man in the Tin-pot Band.

Qur noble army of police

Won’t give the street bands any peace,

But daily p’lice brass bands increase,
Although they’d lots of brass before.

Teetootalers have Italian bands,

There’s nigger bands on Ramsgate sands,

But there’s none can boast such first-rate hands
As our Tin-pot Band, which numbers four.

Our band consists of marrowbones,
Some shovels, cleavers, pots of stones,
And every one who hears us owns
We are musicians one gni all.
In Seven Dials we're al\ the.rage,
A cellar flap is oft our stage,
And we're.always ready to engage
At an Irish’ wake or butcher’s ball. (CHoRvs.)
The boys admire, my uniform,
It looks so cool and yet it’s warm,
And of applause I get a storm, ‘
Whene’er one hears them go bang! bang!
But pray excuse me, I must go, *
You know the butcher’s shop below,
He’s just got married, friends, and so
We'll serenade him with slap bang.

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Papa, Come Help Me Across the Dark

River.

Copied by permission of Root & Capy, Music Publishers, Chicago, owners
of the copyright.
Papa, come help me across the dark river,
Voices are calling my spirit to-night;
The shadows around me are fading forever,
And the angels, dear papa, are close to my sight;
One clasp of your hand, the way seems so lonely,
A sweet, loving word to your poor, dying child,
For I'll be here with mother a few moments only,
And then who will comfort her anguish so wild?

CHORUS.
Papa, come help me across the dark river,
Fold me in arms that are loving and true;
Oh, the shadows around me are fading forever,
And I shall be home soon, dear papa, with you.

Papa, come help me across the dark river,
Lead me the way that my footsteps must go;
I'll wander beside you and leave you, ah, never,
For the angels, dear papa, will love me, I know;
There mother will come, where days are all gladness,
And there in the light of yon Heaven we shall stray;
Though it’s long since you left us in weeping and sadness,
I'll know the kind face of dear papa straightway. (CHO.)

Papa, come help me across the dark river,
Faint is my breath, and the angels have come;
Oh, weep not, my mother, that now we must sever,
For I go to dear papa, in yonder bright home;
I see his bright smile, so tender and loving,
And calmly my spirit is taking its flight,
And my footsteps are done with all sadness and roving,
For I shall be with you, dear papa, to-night. (CHOKUS.)

 

How is This for Low ?

Copied by permission of S. Bratyarp & Sons, Music Publishers, Cleve-
land, owners of the copyright.

Of all the most accomplished, none can equal me,

T’s got de eddication, it’s plain enough to see,

And if you doubt my word, my muscle I will show,

And turn a little figure to the music as I go;

For I’m limber as an eel, from my forehead to my heel,
And I slip along through life just as slick as orange peel.

CHoruS—But, my friends, before I go,
This much I’d like to know,
When my leg you see me throw,
Say? how is this for low?

Now if you dare dispute me, my rights I can defend,

For here’s McCook and Allen, on them I can depend;

But if dey bofe should fail, dese legs my friends will be,

For dey’s de greatest cowards dat you eber yet did see.

Oh, dey’re lightnin’ on de fly, when dar’s any danger nigh,

For dey take me off like de shootin’ stars dat cross de sky. (CHo.)

But, white folks, if you lub me, I’s pleased to hab it so,

T'll come again to greet you, and sing how is this for low?

On eb’ry pleasant feature sweet smiles I would prolong,

And brnsh away de wrinkles wid de wings ob happy song.

May your hearts be light 4s mine, and de flow’rs ob lub combine,

In pure and happy wreaths wid mem’ries sweet your hearts en-
twine. (CHORUS.)

 

 

The Slashing Blade.

Copied by permission of Wa. A. Ponp & Co., 25 Union Square, New York,
owners of the copyright,

Ye charmin’ creatures, where’er ye be,
Come gather round and attind to me;

A sportin’ offer I’m goin’ to make,

It’s the heart and hand ov a jovial rake.
And that’s meself that’s come to the fore,
My age is twinty and a little more;

I won’t owe much, whin my debts is paid,
And I am accounted a slashin’ blade.

 

I’m straight and kearty, I’m sound wind and limb,
I can fight and wrastle, too, dance, drink and swim,
Make love, make hay and use scythe and spade,
And the girls all say that I’m a slashin’ blade.

The highest bidder shall have the prize,

The sweetest lips or the brightest eyes;

T'll go dirt cheap to the twinties round,

But for each year after I’ll have twinty pound.

Come, bid, my jewels, if I’m to your taste,

T'll rize the market if yez don’t make haste;

There’s a young heart-breaker, wid a rovin’ eye,

Td sell my soul to, if she’d only buy.

Tis you, Moll Rooney, is the girl I mane,

Now don’t come near me or I’m bother’d clane;

Och! murdhur there, I’ve done! you’ve sp’iled my thrade,
Do what you like wid your Slashin’ Blade!

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Say Good-by yet not Farewell.

Copied by permission of Wurrr, Surra & Perry, Music Publishers, Bos-
ton, owners of the copyright.
When friendship blends its golden band
With bygone long and happy years,
How sad to give the parting hand
To one who shared our joys and fears;
Within the chambers of the heart
How many sleeping memories lie,
That spring to life when we must part,
When comes the heartfelt, sad ‘‘Good-by!”

CHoRUS—Within the chambers of the heart
i How many sleeping memories lie,
That spring to life when we must part,
‘When comes the heartfelt, sad ‘“‘Good-by!”

We grasp the hand which, ever true,
Has always sought to bless our own;
Yet, once we part, there’s naught to do
But walk earth’s weary way alone.
Say not “‘ Farewell,” nor yet ‘ Adieu!”—
Those cold words on the lips must die,
For there’s a word more simple, true,
The old familiar one, ‘“‘Good-by.” (CHORUS.)

*‘ Good-by ”—’tis said, and then we part,
To see the friendly face no more—
To force the tears back to the heart
That fain from brimming eyes would pour.
A vacant chair within the room—
A star dropped from our daily sky,
And earth seems like a darkened tomb

Encompassed by the word, ‘‘Good-by.” (CHORUS.)

 

The Cup o’ Tay.
Copied by permission of Wm. A. Ponp & Co., 25 Union Square, N. Y.,
owners of the copyright.
Och! prate about your wine,
Or poteen, mighty fine,
There’s no such charmin’ draught as mine from Ireland to
Bombay;
And whether black or green,
Or divil a shade between,
There’s nothing I have seen like a gintale cup o’ tay!
Oh! a cosey cup 0’ tay,
A warrum cup 0’ tay,
Och! there’s nothing half so stirring as a gintale cup o’ tay!

Whist! hear the kettle sing,
Like birds in early spring,
A sup for any blessed king, is the darlint in the thray;
» Ould cronies dhroppin’ in,
The fat ones and the thin,
Shure all their hearts I win with a gintale cup o’ tay!
Oh! a cosey cup 0’ tay, etc.

With whisky punch galore,
How many heads are sore,

Shelalahs, too, a score or more, they beautifully play;
With all their haithin ways,
Good ’cess to thim Chinaise,

Who send us o’er the says such a gintale cup o’ tay.
Oh! a cosey cup 0’ tay, etc.

 

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Tll Surely Call Dada.

Copied by permission of O. Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street, Boston’
owners of the copyright.

I’m going to tell of a charming gal,

A nice young belle, as sweet as Muscatelle.

She’d a fair, fair skin, and her father was in
The city militia.

I called on her papa one day,

Something important I’d to say,

His daughter said he was away,
So I couldn’t see her dada.

CHORUS.
Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da,
Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da.

Now, I blushed to my nose when I saw sweet Rose,
How often 4 lacked the courage to propose.
Not knowing what to say, I invited her to play
A toon from some opera;
Then I placed my arm around her waist,
Her lovely lips I longed to taste;
Said she, ‘‘ You’d better retire in haste, ;
Or I shall call dada.” (CHOoRUS.)

Said I, “‘My dear, your dada’s not here,

But believe what I say, my darling, is sincere;

I consider you divine, say, will you be mine?
Or I'll jump in the aqua.”

She answered. with a voice so bland:

*¢ Your haste, sir, I must reprimand;

You've got my heart, but for my hand

You must ask my dada.” (CHORUS.)

 

Frank The Forester.

The miller comes a-courting Rose,
Just by the beechy vale,

And Rose’s mother feels inclined
To entertain the tale;

But tastes will differ, and before
His passion he could show,

The maid remembers, to the village
She at once must go.

And Thomas fain would see her there,
For it would be understood,

The nearest way, all people say,
Lies through the shady wood,

But Thomas, for a lover,
Is too ugly and too old,

And Rose will not hear of it,
In case he catch a cold!

No doubt. Miss Rosie speaks the truth,
But for a cause so good,

Inquire of Frank, the forester,
Who waits her in the wood.

 

Cuorus—For the proverb is true,
Whose teachings thus run,
“ That company’s two,
But three it is none!”

The very same phenomenon
Is true of Master Frank,
His old friends for their company,
He scarcely now will thank.
And though he is not by any means
A man to mope or moan,
It’s surely quite amazing
How he likes to be alone.
If ever there was forester,
Who watched both land and game,
With diligence unwearied,
Frank is certainly that same.
Nor warrener nor keeper
Will he take to share his toil,
For, as he says, ‘Too many
Are so apt the job to spoil!”
No doubt that Frank speaks simple truth,
But for a cause as good,
Inquire of blushing Rosie,
Who is waiting in the wood. (CHORUS.)

 

 

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I Really Am so Sleepy.

I’m going to try and sing a song,
I don’t know if I can;

For the truth is this, I really am
A very sleepy man.

But if can remember it,
I hope you’ll pardon me

If now and then I give a yawn,
For it wakes me up, you see.

Spoxen—Yes, I really.do hope I shall remember the words,
but if I don’t you must forgive me, for—

CHorus—I really am so sleepy,
So sleepy, so sleepy,
I really am so sleepy,
You'll forgive me, I hope, if I yawn.

When I was quite a little boy,
And used to go to school,

My master always thought me
A most egregious fool;

For when he set me work to learn,
I'd steal off all alone,

And then and there would fall asleep
Before the work was done.

SpoxeN—Yes, then my master would catch me, and give me
such a shaking, on which I’d roll over and say— (CHORUS.)

I’m married, and my wife has got
A temper of her own; —
And there’s naught she likes so much
As with poor me to pick a bone;
But I’ve a plan for stopping her,
Which is both safe and sure,
There’s no expense, it’s learnt at once,
And is a perfect cure,

Spoxen—Yes! It consists in this: when your wife begins
holding forth, break in upon her volubility with this refrain—
(CHORUS. )
Not long ago I went to dine
With a friend in Madison Square;
And after dinner, as you'll guess,
Of wine I drank my share.
When in the drawing-room I was standing
Close against the door,
I fell asleep, my legs gave way,
And I tumbled on the floor.

Spoxen—And as I picked myself up I remarked to mine host
ess—who was nearly fainting with fright, thinking I was tight
or something of that sort— (CHORUS.)

I really am so sleepy now,
I must retire to bed;

I hope you are not vexed, my friends,
At any thing I’ve said.

Don’t ask me, please, to sing again,
Because I simply shan’t;

And if you ask me why that is,
’Tis really ’cause I can’t.

(Have here a fearful fit of yawning while you play the Chorus
half way through.)

Spoxen—Oh, by Jove! I beg your pardon, but you must for-
give me, as— (CHORUS.) .

 

Davie Tulloch’s Bonnie, Katy.

Davie Tulloch’s bonnie Katy,

Davie’s bonnie, blithesome Katy,
Tam the laird cam down yestreen,

He sought her love, but got her pity.

Wi’ trembling grip he squeezed her hand,
While his auld heart gaed pity patty;
Aye he thought his gear and land
Wad win the love o’ bonnie Katy.

Davie Tulloch’s bonnie Katy,
Davie’s bonnie blithesome Katy;
Aye she smiled as Davie wiled;
Her smile was scorn, yet mixed wi’ pity.

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Tassels on the Cane,

Copied by permission of Lyon & Hany, Music Publishers, Chicago, owner8
of the copyright.
As I was walking through the Park,
One pleasant afternoon,
Delightful was the balmy air,
And sweet the rose did bloom;
There I was greeted with a smile
I could not then explain,
*Twas from a nice young man that wore
Those tassels on his cane.

Crorus—He looked so gay and handsome,
My love he did soon gain;
I never, never can forget
Those tassels on the cane.

I ventured to salute him, then,
As he to me drew nigh,
I then beheld his handsome face,
His dark and sparkling eye;
Oh, the sweet smile that he gave to me,
As he inquired my name,
Then I saw the pretty tassels
That he wore upon his cane. (CHORUS.)

He said that he would call on me,
And gave me then, his name;
I felt the pressure of his hand,
And in my heart a flame;
I would know him ’mid a thousand,
If I should see him again—
Oh, Pm in love with the young gallant
With tassels on his cane. (CHORUS.)

 

Little Dick Whittington.

On his bed quite forlorn, poor Whittington sat,
With his eyes full of tears at losing his cat,
Who was going a long way across the deep sea,
In a ship, to a king that was called Bandynee.

‘You soon will forget me,” Dick Whittington said;
Poor pussy replied not, but just shook her head,
Rubbed her face on his hand as round him she purr’d,
Then opened her mouth, but no sound was there heard,

CHorvUs—List to the chimes of the Bow church bells,
How merrily they strike on the ear,
What joy their music tells.

For a time little Dick did nothing but mourn,

For the cook was so cross he felt quite forlorn;

She made him the turn-spit, and did the meat burn,

She basted poor Dick, though it was not his turn;

So at length he resolved his fortune to try,

He wandered to Highgate, then sat down to cry;

But the bells of Bow Church just then rung a peal,

So joyous, their tones seemed his sorrows to heal. (CHO.)

Back again came the ship, with puss, too, on board,

Full of many rich presents for Whittington stored,

That Bandynee sent to Dick, with letter to say,

How his cat all the rats had soon driven away.

When a man Dick became, so the story is said,

His master’s fair child to the altar he led,

So the rich and the poor blessed this happy pair,

And three times was Dick made London’s Lord Mayor, (CHo.,

 

THE LOG HUT.

Copied_by permission of S. Bratyanp & Sons, Music Publishers, Cleveland,
O., owners of the copyright.
By the Mississippi river,
On the shore, on the shore,
Where the dark and dismal. waters
Loudly roar, loudly roar,
I look for my absent husband,
O’er the flood, o’er the flood,
He.is gone to yon far vessel,
With his wood, with his wood. ‘

Cuorus—Hark! hark! hark!
U-li a-li o-la-e, a-la-e o-la-e,
U-li a-li o-la-e, u-li a-la-e,
U-li a-li 0-la-e, o-la-e o-la-e,
U-li a-li o-la-e, u-li o-la-e.

 

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From my hut I often wander,
By the moon, by the moon,
And I hear naught but the cry of
The raccoon, the raccoon;
Though the daylight breaks, my watching
I still keep, I sti'l keep,
Till I see a light skiff bounding
O’er the deep, o’er the deep. (CHORUS.)

Oh, bear him, mighty river,
Back again, back again,

Oh, let me not, o’er thy billow,
Look in vain, look in vain;

Oh, bring back to me my husband,

i But once more, but once more,

; And Ill praise the waves that bear him
To the shore, to the shore. (CHORUS.)

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| Put That in Your Pipe and Smoke it.

| Copied by permission of Lyon & Hxaty, Music Publishers, Chicago»
owners of the copyright,

Now John, f declare,
It is more than I’ll bear,
It is really too provoking;
*Tis a shame, I protest,
And Pll give you no rest,
Until you refrain from smoking.
It is cruel and hard,
‘You evince no regard,
In vain do you strive to cloak it;
But I'll give you no peace,
Till the evil has ceased—
Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

Cxrorus—Piff, paff, puff, piff, paff, puff,
Oh you horrid sinner!
Piff, paff, puff, piff, paff, puff,
I shan’t go to dinner.

Of your meersehaum so rare
You take daintiest care,

You make it a god, you sinner;
From morning till night
Tis your greatest delight,

‘You’re puffing from dawn till dinner;
But to-day, on the shelf,
Where you left it yourself,

I found the vile thing, and broke it;
I'd have cared not instead,
Had it been your old head—

Put that in your pipe and smoke it. (CHoRUS.)

Were you less of a brute,
‘You would not remain mute,

Nor sit like a silent dummy;
Your tobacco-stained face
Reveals never a trace—

"Tis as dry as an Indian mummy;
You’re the plague of my life,
Tl no more be your wife,

The remedy I’ll invoke it;

Your bad conduct grows worse,
Tl apply for divorce,
So put that in your pipe and smoke it. (CHO.)

When you wooed me, how meek
To my veriest freak,
So readily you consented,
And when first we were wed,
I believed all you said,
But bitterly I’ve repented;
What is that that you say?
That you too rue the dayi—
Were happy, could I revoke it?—
Then restrain your delight,
I will stay with you for spite,
So put that in your pipe and smoke it,

Cuorvs—Piff, paff, puff, piff, paff, puff,
Oh you horrid sinner!
Piff, paff, puff, piff, paff, puff,
I will go to dinner.

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
 
  
   

 

 

 

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Walking in the Park.

Copied b; rmission of Orrver Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street,
2 ae Boston, owners of the copyright. ,
The place in all the town for a promenade or lark,
On a summer afternoon, is to ramble in the Park;
For that’s the place to see such swells as me and you,
When strolling down the road, we show them who is who.

Cxuorus—This walking in the Park,
Walking in the Park,
The O. K. thing for you and I is walking in the Park;
Walking in the Park,
Walking in the Park,
The O. K. thing for you and I is walking in the Park.

So when she came to town, my cousin Loo-Loo Spark,
I took her off to spend a few hours in the Park;
I showed her the aquarium, the tiger, the zebu,
The elephant, the eland, that cuss the kangaroo,

Cuorvus—This walking in the Park,
Walking in the Park,
It’s jolly, with a pretty girl, walking in the Park;
Walking in the Park,
Walking in the Park,
The O. K. thing for you and I is walking in the Park.

I showed her the swellesses, and all the fashions new,
Girls with golden locks, girls with black hair too,

(Walnut gives the black, champagne the golden hue,)
All the beautiful forever that Madame Rachel knew.

Cuorus—Oh! the walking in the Park,
Walking in the Park,
The monkeys put us to the blush while walking in the Park;
Walking in the Park,
Walking in the Park,
The O. K. thing for you and I is walking in the Park.

So in the monkey house our going in to woo,

Piling up the agony, swearing to be true,

Agony indeed! for the cheerful Cockatoo

Caught my ear a nip, and bit it through and through,

Cuorvus—Oh! that cheerful Cockatoo!
That awful Cockatoo!
To bite a fellow in the act of wooing cousin Loo!
Walking in the Park,
Walking in the Park,
The O. K. thing for you and I is walking in the Park.

My cousin bolted off without any more ado,

And I skedaddled also, looking very blue;

So, sympathizing friends, I bid you all adieu,
(It’s a secret, mind, so don’t pretend you know.)

Cuorus—If you meet me in the Park,
‘You meet me in the Park,
I’m as great a swell as ever while walking in the Park;
Walking in the Park,
Walking in the Park,
The O. K. thing for you and I is walking in the Park.

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There’s a Silver Lining to Every
Cloud.

Copied by permission of Jomx Cxurcn, Jr., Music Publisher, Cincinnati,
owner of the copyright.

Though dark the clouds be o’er our life,
We trust, and fear no ill,

For has not every darkest cloud
Its silver lining still?

They say each rose has a hidden thorn,
Though fragrant and fair to sight,

But I love to think that the darkest cloud
Has its silvery lining bright.

And though the hours seemed rosy once,
And now are changed to gray,

Oh, let us be brave and be hopeful still,
For the shadow will pass away.

If we do but bow to each earthly trial,

- And combat our earthly will,
We shall always find that the darkest cloud
Has a silvery lining still.

 

Though sad and drear our days may be,
A sunbeam shines through all,
If it do but rest on our hearts and minds,
As it rests on the cottage wall;
For the golden sunshine of the heart
Will charm away every ill,
And will make us feel that the darkest cloud
Has a silvery lining still.

 

BABY’S GONE.

Copied by permission of J. L. Peters, Music Publisher, N. Y., owner of
the copyright.

Take away the empty cradle,

Put the playthings out of sight,
8 Take those little shoes and hide them,

Lest they break my, heart to-night;

Put the slippers in the closet,
Lay her stockings on the shelf—

How I loved the child who wore them,
Loved her as I loved myself.

CxHorus—Heaven lost a little angel,
Death about the earth did roam;
. Till it found my little darling,
And the angels took her home.

Take that little chair, now vacant,
Where she used to sit and play,
In her innocence and pleasure,
Whiling happy hours away;
Put it where I can not see it,
With the dresses that she wore,
For I do not wish to see them—
Hide them all behind the door, (CHoRUS.)

Let me kiss but once the ringlet,
Severed from her angel brow,
Just before she smiled and left me—
Take it, for I’m weeping now.
Could I call her back from heaven,
Only long enough to say,
I can’t live on earth without you,
Take me, darling—lead the way. (CHORUS.)
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The Funny Man.

Copied by permission of O. Dirson & Co., 451 Washington St., Boston,
owners of the copyright.
I'll sing a song, a funny song,
About a funny chap;
He wore a very funny coat,
And such a funny cap;
A funny cane was in his hand,
And funny gloves he wore;
And funny were his funny eyes,
That twinkled evermore.

CHORUS.
I have met funny men, yes, very funny men,
As funny as funny could be;
But never such a one so very full of fun,
As the funny man who sat by me.

He told a lot of funny tales,
In such a funny way;

The funny mustache upon his lip
Was like a tuft of hay;

With funny eyeglass on his nose,
And funny nose at that;

He’d funny hair upon his head,
Just like a funny mat. (CHORUS.)

Oh! funny were the funny things
He whispered in my ear,
The funny way he told his love
Was really very queer;
He dropped upon his funny knees,
In such a funny style,
So funnily, I thought that he
Was funny all the while. (CHORUS.)

 

 

 
    

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You Know How it is Yourself.

Copied by permission of J. L. Permrs, Music Publisher, N. Y., owner 0
the copyright.

The fairest girl in all the world
Has oft been praised in song,

But all who say they’ve seen the one, *
I tell you must be wrong.

The girl I love outshines the rest,
A perfect darling elf,

T’d like to tell you where she lives,
But you know how it is yourself.

CHorus—I never can, I never will,

My charmer’s name reveal,

For only those who love like me,
Can tell just how I feel.

I love her for her charms alone, e
And not for gain or wealth,

Though both would suit me just as well,
For you know how it is yourself.

~The first time that we ever met,
Was at Delmonico’s;
She thought that I had lots of cash,
She judged me by my clothes;
The waiter brought me in a bill,
That wasted all my wealth,
I paid it though it sent me broke,
- For yov know how it is yourself. (CHoRus.)

I called one day to see my love,
And quickly rung the bell,
My charmer she came to the door
‘When on my knees I fell;
A lengthy tale of love I told,
Quite free from thoughts of self;
Of courso I son her on the spot,
For you know how it is yourself. (CHoRvs.)

 

Specie Payment.

Copied by permission of J. L. Perers, Music Publisher, N. Y., owner of
the copyright.

Ring the bells and beat the drum! im
Shake your neighbor’s hand to-day!

Good old times will surely come—
Oh, how long they’ve been away!

Gold and silver take ‘a drop:”
Not a “drop too much,” ’tis plain!

Wall street’s going to shut up shop—
Specie payment’s come again!

Crorvs—Ah, don’t it make your fingers tingle?
Greenbacks now are on the wane!
Can’t you hear the jingle, jingle?
Specie payment’s come again!

“ Taxes” now will end the strife,
All to break us in a year,
Bachelors can take a wife—
‘ Now they needn’t have a fear!
Old and young, we needn’t fret;
Fortune now will have her reign!
All the girls will husbands get—
Specie payment’s come again! (CHORUS.)
“ Bulls and bears” are in a rage!
Let them fight it out alone;
Put them in an iron cage
Till they’ve quite contented grown!
Jimmy Fisk bis match has found,
Long has he been “raising Cain!”
Female brokers brought it round!
Specie payment’s come again. (CHORUS.)

Yes, the good old times have come!

Tis the year of jubilee!
' Ring the bells, and beat the drum!

Hang ‘‘old Panic” to a tree!

Let the nations have their ‘‘ row,”
We can “settle up” with Spain!

Grant will “buy ” young Cuba now—
Specie payment’s come again! (CHORUS.)

 

 

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Cling to Those Who Cling to You.

Oopied by permission of Wurrr, SmirH & Perry, Music Publishers, Bos-
ton, owners of the copyright.

There are many friends of summer,
Who are kind while flowers bloom,

But when winter chills the blossoms,
They depart with the perfume;

On the broad highway of action,
Friends of worth are far and few,
So when one has proved his friendship,

Cling to him who clings to you.

CxHorvs—On the broad bighway of action,
Friends of worth are far and few,
So when one has proved his friendship,
Cling to him who clings to you.

Do not harshly judge your neighbor,
Do not deem his life untrue,
If he make no great pretensions,
Deeds are great though words are few;
Those who stand amid the tempest
Firm as when the skies are blue,
Will be friends while life endureth—
Cling to those who cling to you. (CHORUS.)

When you see a worthy brother
Buffeting the stormy main,
Lend a helping hand fraternal,
Till he reach the shore again;
Don’t desert the old and tried friend,
When misfortune comes in view,
For he then needs friendship’s comfort—
Cling to those who cling to you. (CHoRUs.)

“nr” for Nannie and “B” for Ben.

Copied by permission of J. L, Pzrmrs, Music Publisher, N. Y., owner of (
the copyright.

“N” for Nannie and “ B” for Ben, *
I see them now as I saw them then,
On the bark of the oak tree wed;
She sat waist deep in the clover white,
And the liquid gold of the June sunlight
Swept over her sweet young head.

And I stood carving the letters twain,

That time and tempest has all in vain
Striven to blur and blot;

They live in the oak tree’s dusky grain,

Stamped as their memory on my brain,
Changing, changing, and fading not.

Oh! the vows that I vowed that day!

Their broken shards in my bosom stay,
Wounding it hour by hour:

Could I be false to one so true!

Dared I be cruel, my Jove, to you!
Oh, Nannie, my lily flower?

Ere the snow had whitened those letters twain,
In the old church porch you hid your pain,
As I and my bride passed by;
Your eyes were brave, but your cheek grew white,
The cheek that I should have pillowed that night,
Where it never now may lie.

Little Nannie, you are at rest,

The buttercups growing over your breast,
Close by the graveyard gate;

But ah, I live to rue the day,

Gold tempted my steps from love away,
And mine is the sadder fate;

For I'd give the rest of my life to-night,
To see you sit in the clover white,
The sun on your locks of gold,
And carve once more, as J carved them then,
“N” for Nannie and ‘‘B” for Ben,
On the bark of the oak tree old.

 

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

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Two’s Company—Three is None.

Copied by permission of J. L. Peters, Music Publisher N. Y., owner of
the copyright.
Why will rivals be in the way,
Always calling, a girl to tease?
Long we listen to what they say,
Hardly knowing which one to please!
Some one’s by us we like quite well,
Nicely chatting we’ve just begun,
Some one’s ringing—now can’t he tell
That two is company—three is none!

CHorus—May be selfish but always true!
One’s the favorite—only one!
Please remember, whate’er you do,
That two is company—three is none!

By the river and down the lane,
I was straying one summer’s day,
Some one murmured his love—again—
Just the sweetest and neatest way!
Interruptions are so absurd!
Quite provoking to every one!
Some one meets us—he must have heard,
That two is company—three is none. (REFRAIN.)

Some one met me when stars were bright,
Long we lingered—the hour grew late!
Something told me, that very night,
He would ask me to share his fatei
Some one joined us the while we strolled,
When my loved one was nearly won;
Why must people be always told,
That two is company—three isnone! (REFRAIN.)

 

I Am the Merry Postillion.

Copied by permission of Lyon & Hxaty, Music Publishers, Chicago,
owners of the copyright.

Iam the merry postillion, tra-la, tra-la,

All ways and roads to me are known, tra-la, tra-la!
I carry missives to and fro,
Of tears, and sighs, and true love too;
Of true love too, of true love too;
Still ere the lark is singing,
My little horn is ringing, tra-le,

The postillion is near, tra-la, tra-la, tra-la, tra-la,
The postillion is near, tra-la!

I am the merry postillion, tra-la, tra-la,
My horn has e’en the sweetest tone, tra-la, tra-la!
' Deep longing lurks in its soft voice,
My love is far and time is choice,
My love is far and time is short;
Still, ere the lark is singing,
My little horn is ringing, tra-la,
The postillion is near, tra-la, tra-la, tra-la, tra-la,
The postillion is near, tra-la!

 

Pll See You Again.

Copied by permission of S. Brarwarp & Sons, Cleveland, owners of the
copyright.

Oh, how I'd like a pretty girl,
There’s plenty here, I see,

And how I wish that one of you
Would fall in love with me;

For I have just turned twenty-one,
I’m young, you see, in life,

And all I want to make me glad
Is a charming little wife.

CHORUS.

T soon will have to leave you, I’m going on the train,
And now I'll say good-by, just for a little time,
But I'll see you again.

potting,

 

I hope Pll soon get married,
And settle down for life, °
For what is there more charming than
A darling little wife?
And we shall never quarrel,
Tll prevent it if I can,
For woman is an angel, and
The happiness of man. (CHORUS.)

The girl that I would like to find
Is good and kind at heart,
Must love her papa and her ma,
From her I ne’er would part.
Some men in wives seek fortune—
That’s not the case with me,
So any girl that wants a beau
Just drop a note to me. (CHORUS.)

 

The Gates Ajar.

Copied by permission of Oxrver Dirson & Co., 451 Washington street,
Boston, owners of the copyright.
Gone beyond the darksome river;
Only left us by the way;
Gone beyond the night forever;
Only gone to endless day!
Gone to meet the angel faces,
Wher our lovely treasures are;
Gone awhile from our embraces,
Gone within the gates ajar!

Crorvus—There’s a sister, there’s a brother,
Where our lovely treasures are;
There’s a father, there’s a mother,

Gone within the gates ajar.

One by one, they go before us;
They are fading like the dew;
But we know they’re watching o’er us,
They, the good, the fair, the true!
They are waiting for us only,
Where no pain can ever mar;
Little ones who left us lonely,
Watch us through the gates ajar! (CHORUS.)

Gone where every eye is tearless,
Only gone from earthly care;
Oh, the waiting, sad and cheerless,
Till we meet our loved ones there.
Sweet the rest from all our roving,
Land of light and hope afar!
Lo! our Father’s hand so loving
Sets the pearly gates ajar! (CHORUS.)

 

Never Look Sad.

Copied by permission of J. L. Peters, Music Publisher, N. Y., owner of
° the copyright.
Never look sad, nothing so bad,
As getting familiar with sorrow,
Treat him to-day in a cavalier way,
And he'll seek other quarters to-morrow;
Long you’d not weep, could you but peep
At the bright ‘side of every trial,
Fortune, you'll find, is often most kind,
When chilling your hopes with denial.

Cxrorvus—So never look sad, nothing so bad
As getting familiar with sorrow;
Treat him to-day ina cavalier way,
And he’ll seek other quarters to-morrow.

Let the sad day carry away
Its own little burden of sorrow,
Or you may miss half of the bliss
That comes in the lap of to-morrow;
When hope is wrecked, pause and reflect
If error occasioned your sadness;
If it be so, hereafter you'll know
How to steer to the harbor of+gladness.
Then never look sad, etc.

 

 

 

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‘= Beadle’s Half-Dime Singer's Library.

Confents of No. 31;

Ah, he kissed me when he left

me,
Alas! my love’s aver:
A ace ‘arm well tilled,
Am I still beloved?
ne you ponely. now, my darling?
es not a coquette, Lulu,

in,
ue ves: . song,
Bread and cheese and kisses,
Charley the “ Masher,

Come and meet me in the Green- q

wood,
Cousin a Jedediah,
Don't give give ap the old friends for

saree on n the ee eee shore,
Dream on,
Footsteps on 4 stairs,
olng to fight mit, Siegel,
rm aaa jhe man you’re looking

ra Gut for a lark,

It’s not the miles we travel, but
the pace that kills,

Jack on the green,

Johnny Schmoker,

Katy’s letter,

Love is like a bird, geballions,

sorties Gala

My love is like a A) red rose,
Nellie lost and found,
Oh, bless me, mother, ere I die,
Old Dan Tucker,
oe old Uncle Ben,

aes be the curtain,”
Homma

mam:
SI a! ular rea rata ight,
eig! mvOW AB arry nig!
Sweet a Darling,
Sweet ils -me-not,
or’s lament,

 

nger,
ay’s melody,
The coat of other days,
‘The dear ones all at home:
The first love dream,
The flower of Tennessee,
The ham fat an
The knit een
ily of Tepriard's;
The Tews jiana home,
The National debt,
The old house far away,
The ring my mother wore,
qe come nevermore to the
strea
Three Tami
Tread lightly, bo rconbnden
Watchin
When ol

Contents of No. 82,

Pie life bby, Mote galley fire,

A tony. merry vintage maid,
An old man would be wooing,
Be sure you Call, as you pass by,
Bonnie breast-knots,

Cal' me darling,

caeee will care for mother

s
Close. “his eyes, his work is
one,
Come in sod shut the door,
Cradle
’ or, ti the wreck of the

Dublin Bayi
emigran’ ship,
Drunk again, or aoe Tottle,
Grandmother’s
ms fe eons to ao Tha of Abra-
Fish i times, good times,
I’d dream forevermore,
I dreamy ef my mother and my
know a pretty widow,
bel low Tsabe
tickled her under the chin,
ndly words and smiling faces,
ss and make it up
iss me as of old, ihother,
tiss me once more, mother,
Leetle baby mine,
anon the canawl,
aid of of Llanwellyn,

-night
Oh, Holly dear .
Oh.

 

 

 

 

‘or pa,
friends were here.

 

 

 

 

 

eet
in

Sam snek etiam peddler,
She was all the world to me,

ng years,
Sunshine and cloud,
Pe me, aenes” can I go?
he little ones asleep,
6 parting of the sailor's wife,
The village maiden,
here are plenty z fish in’ the

Therd’s no guch
phere nothing

reeze,
hose event:
Thy mother will rock thee to

Tony? ’ Pastor’s combination
wake: not my darlin;
ay no more for Lily,

does de piri, ‘say?

dnceteces is foo small forme.

1 as mine,
08 fresh’ning

Sold by all newsdealers, five cents each; or sent, post-paid, to any gare,

 

FIFTY OR MORE SONGS IN EACH ISSUE.

Contents of No, 33.

gels li tar en. she spe!
reek t brie Pe a ny soll
Reautitu

1 Mace
Bright toyed M
poe, ae
banjo am de instrument for

Den on Fou'll remember ine,
Down by the river,
Pei for bhawel or, What would

amma, sa;

ra choose tia rg is a
uw ve On. & mustac

ral ‘de home gt a

T’m quite a ladies’ man,

Tnever had Ab beau,

It was a drea

I an for the in atiifless

Sonathan wants a wife,

Kissing on the sly,

Lay me to rest, dear mother,
Lottie in the lane,

Maudie Moore,

a ae 8 & most knowing wo-

ot Pa'the a the wind can blaw,
Gpe mere dance,
will talk,
Ree thou, mine own!
Rowing in the starlight,
Sing softly, love,
Softly now, fenderty,
Sweet Little N
The blind bo
The corporal’s saab,
The courtin’ time,
The daughter’ 8 dream,
The lover’s serenad
The maids of dear Columbia,
The minstrel’s tea et
The old brown c
The old house by y the hill,
The old man’s reverie,
The old sexton,
The sands of Dee.
The syeetest little maiden Ihave
seen
The widow’s son,
Twilight steals softly,
ee ae a little dance to-
nig
When ‘the moon with glory
brightens,
When will he come back to me?
eae en my darling boy re-

ile,

 

nen eo" sung yourself intomy

wire the ivy grows so green,

Whisper now to me of home,

Whoever can he be?

te you come to meet me, dar-
ng?

Contents of No. 84.

A lady’s ‘‘no” means ‘ yes,”
atl ome I came merry at

Bach élor’s lam ont.

Casy’s social club,

Charming Lizzie Clay,

Cora Dean

De day ob liberty’ '3 comin’,

De United States Hotel,

are Stubbs’s visit’ to New

i"
Good- by, avcperheart good-by,
God bless our home!
Good-night, sweet friend,
I hear sweet voices singing,
Be love thee as long as I
ve,
In this old chair my father
sai
I'm a young man from the coun-
i 's No use teasi Polly,
Kate O'Shane, .

Little Alice,

 

Wy Her gst izle,
own, my guiding star,
My Pol

ay Rie tes, y Je esse Hart,

on, take me to thy heart

ohw did you die?

é 4 von he trabbels
once. He was only soft blue
eyes,
our’ back stoop, or, my sweet

sally come u

Shall’we meet soon aga’
Song of the soldiers,
Syringe in the lane,

The blue-eyed boy,
four-lea shamrock,
The ithe brown cot on the

The music store window,
The good Rhein wine,
The snow-white blossoms,
e swords were thirty-seven,
he OUREGOUT,

rew
Twas off the blue Canaries,
Weshall ee nown above,
Where is Kathleen ?

in?

 

Contents of No, 35,

All yesterday I was spinni:
Beautiful Aunig
Cadet at West Point,

Cruel Jane Louisa!

Do they ope for me at home?
Do Son t of the days that are

fora Ma Chree,

Farewell song of Enoch Arden,
Garten ties flowers in Heaven,
Go away, black pian,

I’m lonely to-nig’

I built a ialdge € of 2 tatcios,

I
Tre a hone in the Valley,
Johnny Bell’s wooing,
Josephine to Napoleon,
Tet to please the boys,
amie
Mind that,
Moon ight and’ eat,
any country so dea:
ay a Irish home, or dear isle of
he shamrock,
ay ae, angel,’
pretty quadroon,
Nicbdemus Johnson}
Now den! now den!
Old Don’t Care
Our dear New England boys,
Paddlé your own canoe,
Paul Son

Pom

Poor meetiy Po Popcorn,

Putting on Air:

She sleeps beneath the elms,
Sunbeams on the sea,

That’s where the laugh comes

in,
They all come home but mine,
The Colleen Bawn,
The dream of home,
The liberty bird,
The old wooden’ pe oRet
The old bachelor’s pon
The picture on the wal
The rain on the roof,
The *telligent Contr: ia
Those pave eyes,
Tobias and Biancos,
Toll the bell mournfully,
Violets under the snow,

.Wake Nicodemus,

When our ships wander home,
vane we meet at Heaven’s

Zula Vannes

Contents of No. 36.

All is well at home,

An hour at Central Park,

ait on the prairie alone
Be kind to darling sister Nell,

Cushla agus machree,

Dream, baby, dream,

Father’s come home,

Give me the man of honest
heart

Hearts and hom

I'm pene To ohn, of that sweet

tim
In Ly ERY. i ee
It is the miller’s daughter,
I wonder why he comes not,
Jessie er
Just as
Listaing. aa the hill,
Lost star of my home,
Many can always hel, ‘one, where
one cannot always he 2 be
Measure your wants

means,
go, my arm-chair, dearest mo-

My beau that went to Canada,

My mother did so before me,

My mother’s cot

My sweetheart when a boy,

pi “8 pee terfall,

On! Saturday aftern

Oh! a Bot our Onittle girl
aw:

Oh, would I were a fly,

Once oe ee ie

gue b;
eas, { ’ father, don’t[drink any

Santa
Sing me yee father,

Skating on one in the gutter,
sSomebody’s darling,

weet dreams of home,

rhe boys that wear the

a cot where the old elke

The first kiss at the garden gate,
The green Shenando:

The little blue-eyed boy,

The music of the mill,

The ship that aay er returned,
‘The school of jolly dogs,

The unknown heroes,

The valley of Chamouni,

They have broken up their

 

cainps,
The wandering boy from home,
Thy voice is near,
Waiting we say. farewell 1,
alt: Rane at the old linden

Walt. my little one, wait.

 

on receipt of six cents
LE & ADAMS,

Contents of No. 37.

Are the children at home ?

Before I was married, oh es

ane mea prety bouqu:

Can there be harm in k eats Fail
come draw your chair besid

Oomph from afar,
Meigs ae
rli ng Jeannie,

bear fi piher, drink no more, a

ig boat
falthless Nelly,
‘ather’s come to bless us,
He ce he never would leave

 

rit Femember you in’ iy pray*’

Janet's bridal,
Kiss me while I’m dreaming,
Kolored Kranks;
Loved ones at home,
Merry marriage bell,
My bonnie boat,
My trundle bed,
by eive me back but yester-

Oh! nt Kow delightful,
Only waiting,

Our country girls,

See, i conquering

Com
shylie J
Sing wie an mn tngligh song,

Sleep, my dear one,

Slumber, m darling,

Solon Shingle,

Some one is waiting for me!

Song of a bachelor,

Song of conundrums,

Sooner or later,

Strictly confidential

The emblems of Ireland; or, the
harp and the shamrock of

Erin
The Finneg’ ‘ins,
The little ‘blue-eyed boy,
The lost
The patter of the rain,
There’s only room for tw
et re badly change? ole

Told i in the wills
aed ight
ou ve me then, darl-

¢
hero

in
Yankee wonders,
Yohn Schmidt,
Your mission.”

Contents of No. 38.

A fair form at. the gateway wait-

ing,
Beautiful form of my dreams,
Bother the a
Brother Will,
Cee Charlie was his

Colleen’ dhas machree,

Come home, mother,

ee to my : spirit, sweet
ngel,

croquet,

Lens I will drink no

Dear rather, come down with the

De e huckleberry picnic,

Della Sn

Down at cine Bate,

Far from hom

Good-b , ewecthieart) Soar by,
come ‘my child, I come!

if thou wouldst reve me,

"11 never = foi thee, dear

M

loved him at first sight,
’m a twin,
"m waiting at cue gate,

ant It provoking?
Je!
Jennie s June
sonny of the mill,
 plue-eyed Re is Bell,
y pretty Jessie Hart,

My thoughts are of thee only,
Over the sea,
Over the snow,
Over the wall,
ted birds DB

‘0 An oo ly dear sister,
Sorry her who loves too

The birth of green Erin,
The bonnie brown cottage,
‘he brook,

 

 

 

The BL Pe ‘the Conner

The gett 11 tt bent d me,
e gir es in

The gir girls of dear New England,
fi

‘ood-by at the door,
ole in the garden wall,
The old famil, et
The poor old

err no tame’ like the old

tim
WwW atoning at the panos:
When lovers say ‘
Where are the old riends
Why was I looking out?
You naughty, naughty girls.

pipet

 

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er 98

 

Pal

Pitas of No, 89.

A Bachelor no more,
A praile was ae she- gave

of
|) Gay and festive fellow of the

Halile'Lee,
I don’t care if I do,
,|i.don’t like @ cur at my

heels
I'm called little barefoot,
In a horn,
Independence da: da;
James and Alfr
Jersey blue,
Kathleen Oe
paghed to the mast,
ttle nee

eeguan ite,
rdly and i,
Murther compla'
Ror Ilay me ow to sleep,
cai one sweet word,
dy Blake’s echo,
Pintey for the old fireside,
vas little Sarah,
er to one,
ay Ann’s away,
Sergeant Cop, ine pet of theN
Y. force,
Shadow,
Ras can win and fool you
au,
Sour grapes, ,
The firemen’s march song,
The girl I left behind me,
The golden shore,
The merriest girl that’s ae
The orietaal ankee Dood
They tell me thou art ‘dee

amine Dodd,

Touch Gy the fair cup,
Under the snow,

We'll have to get the style,
What care I?

When mother was here!
Winking at me.

 

Contents of No. 40.

A country life for me,
Adolphus Morning-glory,
Alabaster Joe,

As aE © the park I go,

A warning to parients,

Bliss forever past,

aes a ralllignalre,

Hyerypouly 8 a 8 fi

Gentlemen coons’ Srade,
Thorac: Erastus Wm. Henry

Bro
In'the ° jolly polka’s step,
Ive got a new peasy, 2
Little barefoo'
Little feet so Sento and fat,
TAGS Jack; or, the old sailor's

wing , are Falls. of dancing,
Personals in the Herald,
Room for one more,

She is fooling thee,

Ship oy!

Terry'0
O'Rocn, the piper,
helor’s woes,
The pe ae man,
e flying trapeze,
The German in band,
The Gipay, band,
The little boot-black,
The little brown jug,
The little mountain lad,
op old home by the hill-
The organ-grinder,
he u)

aattotae
ne ae a little faded eat
Wali down eowdway,
ny
Lic, veal walk, .

Westward ho!
Whisper in a, twilight,
Y’heave ho!

William Street, N. ¥,