Copyrighted 1878, by BeEapDLE & ADAMS, YY Wf y Wy Uy a Yi MORAY Ss , \ aN And Sixty other- Songs in this issue! Sold by all newsdealers, five cents each; ciieiilanieteabe: to any address, on receipt of six cents per copy. BEADLE & ADAMS, Publishers, 98 William St., N.Y. Price, 5 Cents. CONTENTS OF THIS NUMBER. PAGE, PAGE. MY PMB 6 shasuils'ithis Phe ee De iaens 1| Rambling Thro’ the Town........ 8 leen Mayrone...»....s.-+.-....- 2| Commence, You,Darkies All..... 8 Baby Mine; or, the Sailor’s Wife.. 2 | The Convivial Man..............4. 9 When these Old Clothes Were New 2 | All For Her..)..........000+- ‘Live in My Heart. and Pay No We'd Better Bide'a Wee..... 0 Tg GS PRES PG SAM “Yes, or: No-”’ The Lone Fish-Ball .... ? Cushlamachree...... .. 9 I'll Meet You in the Park 2. She Suits Me, Down to the Ground 10 Upside Down....¥.... fh, SieOverthodiverad?...........5.5.4 10 I Care Not How Fortune} ary 3| Darby M’Guire. Boe The Big Bonanza ... .. &) Happy Are We ig) Say One Little Prayer in Your. | Obey! Obey! Obey! ... Heart 4) We Stand Here United | Let Me Dream Aga oa Norah M’Shane | Alma MaterO... .. vet OBISO8.... Oh! Erin, My Count: .. 4| “Dreams”... | True to the Core .. ‘a : | The Buckles on ‘Her Shoes The Post-Boy’s Song 5) “ Thet Gal.O’ Mine *?. Old Grimes. .,... .... .. .... &| The Tar’s Farewell: . ‘Don’t Forget the Old Folks ” .. 5| The Boys of Kilkenny, ‘Who'll Have Me? i. 55...) 02,04 5| Juliana Phebiana : Constantina She’s a Wink and a Smile that | Brown... ...+. 12 WORE RIO MBLs ines.. oe) wood 35600 ba 0 Ie DR oy 68.36 Sods US done 13 Stand by the Poor... ........00-- 6 Blind Orphan Boy’s Lament .... Oh, See dat Angel Band ...... ... 6| “ Guess What It Is You Can Have When I Took Our Nance to Ghuréh'6 | It” BT as dis oon 65% eel 13 Silver Threads Among the Gold... 7 | The Last Rose of Summer..... . 13 Bright-Eyed Little Nell of Narra- | An Answer to “Grease the — Bay. 7| Griddle, Birdie Darling ”....... 13 Virginia Belle. 7 | Farewell, Kathleen........ enue New England.... . 7 | Angels Whisper... ............. “The Thin Man”... o.cit vat devncd soppsiaainn Music and words, 30 *0.céats. cael Through eating pickled salmon before I went to bed, A flight of wildest fancies went booming thro’ my head! The world seem’d topsy-turvy, and people of renown Were doing the most outrageous things, when the world turn’d upside down! The Pope was dressed as harlequin, and danced a Highland fling, Queen Victoria came. from England, a comic song to sing;) Old Barnum acted. Hamlet, and Booth was playing Clown, And Bismarck was an acrobat—when the world turned upside down, Jay Gould he was a Quaker, and ‘‘ bossed.”a spelling match; Vanderbilt had a railway scheme he somehow couldn’t hatch; Mr. Tilton was an Emperor, and wore a golden crown, And Beecher danced the Can-can—when the world turned upside down. Brigham Young was a bachelor who wished a wife to win; John,Gough opened a ‘Sample room” and served out beer and gin; Old Tweed was at his Island home dressed in a suit of brown; Ben Butler had joined'the ee the world turned. up- side down. e The shining Truth glechabit o’er the land, and Virtue—more or less— And womankind gave no more thought to vanity or dress; All husbands’ were like angels, wives never wore a frown; And U. 8. Grant said “No third term, or the States are upside down!” Brooklyn had changed into a sort of Paradise on earth, For,it, hadyhad-some Trials, and one heard no ribald-mifth;~ The people of this mighty globe were all just what they : seent; There was an end to “ Rings” and “ Jobs Pusongg I woke, and ’twas.a dream! I Care Not How Fortune May Vary. Published by E. H. Harpina, 229 Bowery, N.Y. Musié and words, 10 cents, “You are always so awfully jolly,” said a friend vnoe. I met t’other day; ‘‘ No matter whenever I'see you, you always seem adypy and gay.” I told him he’d find it quite easy, if only he’d follow my plan, And [ gave him the rules in @ song, i ~ impo him a jolly young man,‘ha! ha! CHORUS. = I care not how fortune may vary, for I laugh at her changes each day; If she frowns I sing tol the lol liddle lol lol, if she smiles I sing tol the rol lay. 2 Some people give way in a niiriute, if things go a little bit wrong, And weakness and fear they exhibit, which only their troubles prolong; "Tis better to be like the sun, boys, when he pops his head o’er a cloud, And laughs at the storm, which could only for amoment his glory enshroud, ha! ha! (CHORUS.) ; Perhaps you can’t pay for a dinner, mayhap with oe rent you're behind, . You have back’d every horse but the winner, nota coin in your pouch can you find; Tho’ the weather to-day may be cloudy, to-morrow perchance may be fair, So keep up your spirits my hearty, and never i way to de- spair, ha! ha! (CHORUS.) — : No matter whatever you suffer, ‘somebody else suffers too, There’s — in this little motto, * “Somebody's worse off than Don’t any the ri ich, te fay ie you hav the 8 price of ascrew, © Be happy, edutcliaae the rich man will be ogees tf ‘you, ha! ha! (Coos i Bebe saat Lo Nk A EIT APPIN cA RSTO EI THE BIG BONANZA. Copied b; ion of B. H. DING, 229 Bow cae Se ee # 4 Pert comtaa ome ae and words, 1 ents, : ‘ Ystarted in ‘the race of life, With hopes and fancies mountain high; I won the fight in ey’ry strife, And left my hopes no chance to die: Great fortunes I have made and lost, And o’er the world I’ve rambled far, While ev’rywhere it was my boast, To own a bright and “lucky star!” Cxorvus—tThe “Big Bonanza ” I behold! I’ve labor’d long, and travel’d far, But now I see my dream of gold, And bless ny bright and “lucky star!” Pl buy a mansion, big and grazid, And spend my fortune gay and free; And gladly fill the beggar’s hand— There’s plenty in the world for me! Pll speculate without a fear Of ‘ Bulls” or “ Bears,” opposing war, And while I win their gold so dear, Tl bless my bright and’ “lucky star!” T'll search. around: my. social. sphere, And fall in,love with some sweet maid; For love alone gan cheer my home— The ‘‘ Big Bonanza ” gives me aid: And when I’m, wed and settled down, And voices round me cry “ Papa!” Pl bless the day so far away, When first I saw my ‘lucky star!” (CHORUS. ) (Conus. ) ++ Pre Say One Little Prayer in Your Heart. ‘BY, HARRY) BURNS. ~ Am—’ Twas the Master that Knocked at the Door. Just one little prayer when I’m dead, So kindly I ask-of you now! When the cold clods are over my head, And friends stand with uncovered brow, ~-Then/no weeping ldmenting for me, Though for a time we must part; But grant me this wish that I ask— Say one little prayer in your heart! Crorvs—After years when the grass has grown green, And the daises my grave is upon, Grant this request that I,ask— Grant me this little wish when I’m gone! After years when the grass has grown green, And the daisies my grave is upon, Grant this request that I ask— 4 Grant’ me this little wish when I’m gone! When years from your sight I have flown, Must I be forgotten to all? Must I be in future unknown! This few feet-of earth be my pall? Now, so sadly I ask it, again— Do not refuse it or start, But grant me this little wish that I/ask— Say one little prayer in your heart! (CHoRvus,) Just one little prayer softly said, Is all I ask you to say— Oh grant me this little wish when I’m dead, Call blessings upon my poor clay ; It will pay thee a thousand times o’er, And drive from thee many a smart; Ob grant me this little wish when I’m dead, y Say one little prayer in your heart. (CxoRvs.) .. Lask of the lowly and poor, ‘When ele Ay low, resting bed, To grant me, humble and pare, ; » . This one little. wish w: ma. dead; As the tear. eg clear thy @; Think wi MF whores Eick soot eee a (Caonvs.) oe a THE SINGERS, LIBRARY, pare NII NON RRR ey pam Da aE, Panam Tine arash i a hat ea eS AE LET ME | DREAM AGAIN. Published by FREDERICK Buonts, 901 Broddway, $. Y. MED and worde The sun is setting el the hoard is late, Once more I stand beside the wicket gate, The bells are ringing out the dying day, The children singing on their homeward way, And he is whisp’ring words of sweet intent, While'T, half doubting, whisper a consent, CHORUS. Is this a d¥eam? then waking would be ta Oh! do not wake me, let me dream Is this a dream? then waking would ite Oh! do not wake me, do not wake me, let me dream again. The clock is striking in the belfry tower, ~ And warns us of the ever fleeting hour, But neither heeds the time which onward glides, For time may. pass away but love abides. . I feel his kisses on my fever’d brow, If we must part, ah! why should it be now? (CHO.) ALMA MATER O. (AnjAmerican Student-Song, as sung at Yale College on Presentation-Day.) We're gathered now, my class-mates, to join our parting song, To pluck from,memory’s wreath the buds which there so sweetly throng; To gaze on life’s broad ruffled sea, to which we quickly go, But ere we start we'll drink the health of Alma Mater O. Cxorus—Oh! Alma Mater O, Oh! Alma Mater o— But ere we startowe’ll:drink the health of Alma Mater O. No more for us yon tuneful bell shall ring for morning prayers, No more to long Biennial we'll mount yon attic stairs; Our recitations all are’ passed—Alumnuses, you know, We'll swell thé praises long and loud of Alma Mater 0. (CHo.) We go to taste the joys of life, like bubbles on its tide, Now glitterin in its sunbeams, and dancing in their pride; But bubble-liké theyll break and burst, and leave us sad, you know, There’s none so sweet as memory of Alma Mater O, (CHoRvs.) Hither we came with hearts of joy, with joy we now will part, And give to eachthe parting grasp which speaks a brother’s heart; United firm in pleasing words, which can no breaking know, For Sons of Yale can ne’er forget their Alma Mater O. (Caorvs.)} Then brush the tear-drop from your eye, and happy let us be, For joy alone.should fill the hearts of those as blest as We; One cheerful ful chorus, ringing loud, we'll give before we B The meniory of college days and ‘Alma ater O. Oh! Alma Mater O, Ont. , ee Mater O. Hurrah! hurrah! for college days and Alma Mater O. OH! ERIN, MY COUNTRY. Published by E. H, Harprmna, 229 Bowery, N. Y. Music and words, 10centa, Oh! Erinymy country, tho’ strangers may roam, The hillsand the valleys I once call’d my home, Thy lakes and thy mountains no longer I see, Yet warmly as ever my heart beats for thee. Oh! Cushla Machreé, my heart beats for thee, Erin, Erin, my heart beats for thee. Oh! years have pass’d o’er me since last time we met, Yet liv’d [ a thousand, I could'not forget — The true heart that lov’d me the bright eyes that shone, Like stars in the heaven of days that are gotie, _.QOh; Cushla,Machree, meee aminemaineen Erin, Erin, my heart beats for thee. Dear home of my youth! Saateen Unc abinak Ae ne CEE ne hy, eh Ucn bea nd my heart’s sigh o} : to thee ee 3 hb! acy Pp I ame i$ eee eee \ | | | — Se Se ae an amnee Published by E, H. Harvie, 229 Bowery, New York. Music and words, r : "i cents, Contentment is a boon, I think you will agree, So as we travel thro’ this life contented let us be; Tho’ rugged be the path we have to travel o’er, Our burdens will be lighter if we're true to the core, Cronvs—Let this be your motto wherever you may be, Bear in mind that honesty’s the best policy, Envy not the rich, and ne’er despise the poor; Be upright and honest, boys, and true to the core. Tho’ fortune on you frown and empty be your purse, Remember to be discontented only makes it worse: The trials that you meet in life may make the spirit sore, But they are all to be conquer’d if we're true to the core. (CHO.) So try to be contented as you battle on thro’ life, Be honest in your dealings, love your neighbor and your wife; The future miay look cloudy, but there’s sunshine still in store, And its rays will shine upon you if you're true to the core. (CHO.) Crave not for hoarded wealth another man may hold, And remember, true contentment, boys, cannot be bo’t with gold; - To the needy give a trifle, tho’ you ne’er saw them before, And show your better nature and be true to the core. (CHORUS.) aie te THE POST-BOY’S SONG. The night is dark, and the way is long And the clouds are flying fast; ~ The night-wind sings a dreary song, And the trees creak in the blast; The moon is down in the tossing sea, ae the stars shed notaray; pal ee flashes fearfully, I must on my way. Full many a hundred times have I Gone o’er it in the dark; Till my faithful steeds can ’ well descry Each familiar mark: Withal, should peril come to-night, God have us in his care! For without help, and without light, The boldest well beware. Now on, my steeds! the lightning’s flash An instant gilds our way; But steady! by that dreadful crash The heavens seemed rent away. Soho! here comes the blast anew, And a pelting flood of rain; Steady! a sea seems bursting’ through A rift in some upper main, Tis a terrible night, a dreary hour, « But who will remember to pray That the care of the storm-controlling power _ May be over the post-boy’s way? ‘The wayward wanderer from his home, The sailor upon the sea, Have prayers to bless them where they roam— Who thinketh to pray for me? - ————--9eo— OLD GRIMES. Am—“ Auld Lang Syne." Old Grimes is dead—that good old man—_ We ne'er shall see him more; He used to wear a long black coat All buttoned down before. His heart was open as the day, His feelings all were true; ; His hair was some inclined to ar He wore it in a queue. Kind words he ever had forall; knew no base design; His eyes were dark and rather small, nose was aquiline. THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. Unharmed, thé sin Which éafth polkates © He passed securely o'er, And never wore ce boots For thirty years or more. He modest merit sought to find And pay it its desert; He had no malice in his mind, No ruffles on his shirt. 7 His knowledge hid from public gaze, He did not bring to view— t Nor make a noise town-meeting days, As many people do. Thus undisturbed by anxious cares, His peaceful moments ran; And everybody said he was A fine old gentleman. “Don’t Forget the Old Fo rmission of Wm. A. Porn & 347 Broad New Yor! Coe Ee owners of the copyright. Music and words, 30 rag “4 Don’t forget the old folks, Love them more and more, As they with unshrinking feet, Near the shining shore. Let your words be tender, Loving, soft and low, Let their last days be, the best They have known. below. Don’t forget dear father, With his failing sight, And his locks once thick and brown, Scanty now, and white. Tho’ he may be childish, Still do you be kind; “) Think of him as years ago, With his ‘‘ master mind.” Rerrain—Don’t forget the old folks, Love them more and more, As they with unshrinking feet, Near the shining shore. Let your words be tender, Loving, soft and low, Let their last days be the best, They have known below. Don’t forget sweet mother, With her furrow’d brow, Once as fair, and smooth, and white, As the driven snow; Are her steps uncertain? Is her hearing poor? Guide her gently till she stands Safe at Heaven’s door. (REFRAIN. ) WHO'LL HAVE ME? Who'll have me, who'll have me, as a partner for life? I address those young men who are seeking a wife, Say, say, will you have me, and I'll be to you, A firm and sincere friend, both constant and true; Who’l: have me, who'll have me, you'll never regret The choits that you’ve made, or the day that we met; I can sing, { can play, I can sew, I can darn, And what I don’t know, I am willing to Varn, And what I don’t know, I am willing to Varn ; Who'll have mé, who'll have me, sing tra la la, etc. Who'll have me, “ho’ll have, for better or worse? I'll attend to your some, I'll attend to your purse, I'll be with you in Weal, I'l be near you in woe, In fact, I'll be with you wherever you go. Who'll have me, who'll have me, oh, dear, Tmafraid I shall pine to a shadow, aad die an old maid; Oh, say, will you have me? ¥ecide and pray tell, In a few lines address’d to your dear Isabel, In a few lines address’d to you.dear Isabel ; Who'll have me, who'll have me, sing tra la la, ete. 0 TES. CR CLO I . LO NNN NN NN ONO NN en een thes di IER noe An Siig noe nlboad yg ater a apse OF ite Beano PS ENA R A Ka NINE DE BON ER Re waar << LVR ‘She’s a Wink and.a Smile that - Charms Me! Pablished by E. H. Harprna, 229 Bowery, N.Y. Music and words, 10 cents. I say, boys, have you seen my Marie? She’s my own, she’s my turtle dove, And her eyes are dark and starry, : And the lass, yes, the lass I love. Her papa he belongs to the army Nam/’d'the right bold Ninety-third, And his daughter she would certainly charm ye, When fight quick march is the word. - CHornus—She’s a wink and a smile that charms me, She’s my pet, she’s my duck, she’s my dear, She’s a wink and a smile that charms me, Don’t I wish, don’t I wish she. were here She can sing, she can dance, and canter, She can row, she can stow, and steer; She’s wild as the uncaught panther, : And gentle.and light as the deer. °She’s'a merry little laugh like the tinkle .- .Of a sweet-toned silver bell, . And a pair of wicked. eyes with a twinkle, As black as the wild gazelle. (CHORUS.) Sweet sixteén,” is my little darling, With a fortune of untold gold; I sing night and day like a starling, If she weds, I am bought, I am sold. I shall certainly enlist for a soldier, And a bright sword I will wield, And above a ‘thousand times I have told her, I'd die like a brick on’ the field. (CHorvs.) ———~ 40 ee ee STAND BY THE POOR. ‘ BY HARRY BURNS, OF PITTSBURG. Atr—‘' Stokes’ Verdict.” SE ae Just listen a moment, Dll sing you a song, And in it some truths I’ll relate, : Just to show you how easily credit reflects From the-poor man as well as the great. Working day after day through the slow, weary hours, With hearts often troubled and sore, Would it not be kindness to give him a lift? Tis noble to:stand by the poor. a Cxuorus—Whenever you’re anxious to do a good deed, And one that will always endure, Just help out your suffering neighbor in need, Tis noble to stand by the poor. How often the poor man with intellect grand Must take a back seat every day; While some gawkish fellow is lord of the land— His cash ’tis that makes the display. : Some:world-weary wretch out seeking for alms, ye * . Is drove, with a curse from tle door; ; I think this is both impolite and unkind— Tis noble to stand by the poor. (CHORUS.) t/ How many unfortunate beings to-night E ‘Without food or shelter they go, ee Are living on what we may drop from ovr hand; ; 4 Let’s give them a kiss, not a blow. : Tis only our deeds that. will live whex we die, So kindness {fs better, I’m sure; And if you believe me, between you and I, Tis noble to stand by the poor. (CHORUS.) ps an, The wealth of our nation is earned by the hand , That is hardened by vigor and toil; : There in the background tley’re forced to stand Who ought to be lords of the soil. Let them stand ‘back to back in the contest of life * . Till their hardshipsare fewer and fewer, Still ng on ix the midst of the strife, ‘Tis noble to staxd by the poor. (CHoRvs.) , => THE. SINGER'S..LIBRARY. ee Vann aa an cm ea aan a tan can an an tan a an an ea ean cama OH, SEE,DAT. ANGEL BAND. Copied by permission of O. Drrson & Co. Washi n street, Boston, m "ewabtot the copyright. Mosie and words 80 eT Oh, see. dat angel band, : f ‘ Dar calling me away; iii jews Hee I ain’t got long to tarry, ‘ Just hear dat trumpet play.: When de sun comes up de medder, ' We rise just like de lark; ~ And work till ebening shadder, Den dance long after dark! Oh, don’t get weary . _Children don’t get weary, Don’t get. weary, We ain’t got. long to stay! Crorvus—Oh, don’t get weary; Children don’t get weary, Don’t get weary, - We ain’t got long to wait! oft We'll hoe no more de corn, De blessed time hab come; We'll leave de fields ob cotton, And float to yonder home. Oh, we'll nebber mind de tempest, De sunshine’s bound to fall; Dere’s rest for ebbery darkey, And glory too, for all! Oh, don’t get weary, Children don’t get weary, Don’t get weary, We ain’t got long to stay! (CHorvs.) Den come and join de band, De train am on de way; Just hear de whistle blowing, We ain’t got long to stay. Whar de silber sand am shining, On wings ob glory bright, We'll meet you in de morning, All beaming wid delight! Oh, don’t get weary, Children don’t get: weary, Don’t get weary, We ain’t got long to stay! (CHorvs.) When I Took Our Nance to Church! Published by E. H. Harding, 229 Bowery, N.Y. Music and words, 10 cents: Tm a jolly squire well known down here, and I hail from Devon- shire. : . And a happy life with Nance my wife, I live from year to year; And as we sit by the fireside and children round us play, It makes me think of days gone by, and about our wedding-day. ‘ P CHORUS. The bulls did dance, the cows did prance, the pigs all grunted in the sty, The dogs did bark, the pretty little lark sung merrily in the sky; The cocks did erow to let folks know, the hens all cackl’d on the perch, 7 And the ducks and drake such a row did make, when I took our Nance to church. Nance was a farmer’s daughter, we met, ’twas on the green, She was dancing round the May-pole and call’d the Village Queen; She consented I might see her home, as I took her pretty arm, And made love to her all the way until I reach’d the farm, (Cxo.) I remember one fine moonlight night as we stood by the old farm gate, ve i 5 I kiss’ our Nance’s rosy cheek and said, “I'll know my fate;” I met the farmer going home and told him what I meant, | He said, ‘‘ Well, squire, with all my heart, to your marriage I'll consent.” (CHORUS. ) The pretty birds did gayly sing, "twas on a summer’s day, And the wedding-bells did merrily ring as to church we both did stray, : “ . The lads and lasses round the church they quickly did advance, And wished long life and happiness to me ai You Mhiboe (Cxo.) ——-— i hineanagennieahticas esate neon encima EEE EAE oh For bright-eyed laughing little Nell of Narraganset Bay. ee Ne ae IN A ERE A aA RIAL DE : THE SINGER’S. LIBRARY. | 7 NNN Silver. Threads Among the Gold. BY EBEN E. REXFORD. oe pied by permission of Cuarurs W. Harris. : Publisher, N. Y. Cope Sonat of the copyright. Music and rn 3S cents, { Darling, Iam growing old, i Silver threads among the gold | Shine upon my brow to-day; Life is fading fast away; ; But, my darling, you will be, will be Always young and fair to me— ‘ ‘Yes! my darling, you will be .. Always young and fair to me. Cxuorvus—Darling, I am growing old, Silver threads among the gold Shine upon my brow to-day; Life is fading fast away. eer ee ee ee oe When your hair is silver white, And your cheeks no longer bright, With the roses of the May, I will kiss your lips, and say, Oh! my darling, mine alone, alone, ‘You have never older grown— Yes! my darling, mine alone, You have never older grown. (CHORUS.) Love can never more grow old, | Locks may lose their brown and gold; i | Cheeks may fade and hollow grow, i But the, hearts that love will know i Never, never winter's frost and chill; i Summer warmth is in them still— Never winter’s frost and chill, Summer warmth is in them still. (CHORUS.) e Love is always young and fair, What to us is silver hair; Faded cheeks, or steps grown slow, To the heart that beats below? Since I kissed you mine alone, alone, You have never older grown— Since J kissed you mine alone, ‘You have never. older grown. (CHORUS.) ee Se me Bright-Eyed Little Nell of Narragan- set Bay. i i mTH, Ponp & Co., Music Publishers, 547 Broad- ee perma ote owners of the copyright. Full well do I remember;my boyhood’s happy hours, The cottage and the garden, where blooni’d the fairest flowers; The bright and sparkling water o’er which we used to sail, With hearts so gay, for miles away, before the gentle gale, T had a dear companion, but she’s not with me now, The lily of the valley is waving 0’er her brow; And I am sad and lonely, and mourning all the day CHORUS. Toll, toll the bell at early dawn of day, For lovely Nell so quickly pass’d away, Toll, toll the bell a soft and mournful wy For bright-eyed laughing little Nell of Narraganset Bay. I loved the little beauty, my boat it was my pride, _ And with her close beside me, what joy the foam to ride; She’d laugh with tone so merry to see the waves go by, As wildly blew the stormy wind and murky was the sky; Though lightnings flash’d around us, and all was dark and drear, We loved to brave old Ocean, and never dream of fear; The Arrow bounded onward and darted through the spray, With bright-eyed laughing little Nell of Narraganset Bay. (CHO.) One day from us she wander’d, and soon within the boat The cord was quickly loosen’d and with the tide afloat, The treacherous bark flew lightly and swift before the wind, While home, and friends, allso dear, were many miles behind. Next day her form all lifeless was wash’d upon the. beach, I stood and gazed upon it, bereft of sense and speech. *Tis years since thus we parted, but here I weep to-day For bright-eyed laughing little Nell of Narraganset Bay. (CHO.) Sea aSSESE A a pn mit nL — —o eH a ee VIRGINIA BELLE.» ; Co ied b: ‘permissi ion of Fr Ponp & Co.,.547 Broadway, New York, ree owners of the copyright. F: Fairer than the golden morning, fildy Gentle as the tongue can tell, Was our little laughing darling, Sweet Virginia Belle. Cuorvus—Bright Virginia Belle, dear Virginia Belle, She bereft us when she left us, sweet Virginia Belle. How we used to roam together, O’er the mountain, through the dell, In thesmiles of spring-time weather, Sweet Virginia Belle. She was blithe as any fairy, Winning hearts with fairy spell, _ Tripping with a footstep airy— r Bright Virginia Beile. (CHoRUs.) tL While her life was in its morning, | Came her sad and solemn knell; She was taken without warning— Sweet Virginia Belle. (CHORUS.) NEW ENGLAND. New England, I love thee, thou land of the free! Our sires from oppression found refuge in thee; The laws are commended beyond the wide New England, my country, I love thee for these. New England, I love thee, thou land of the brave, Our fathers fought nobly thy freedom to save; Thy rights ever sacred, all nations must please, New England, my country, I love thee for these. New England, I love thee, thy code of good rules, Thy clergy, thy churches, thy teachers and schools, 4 Thy statesmen and poets, thy minstrels and glees, New England, my country, I love thee for these, New England, I love thee, thy rocks and thy rills, Thy dells and thy fountains, thy vales and thy hills, Thy rivers and meadows, thy mountains and trees, New England, my country, I love thee for these. New England, I love thee, repose of the blest, : The oppress’d of all nations in thee find their rest; Thy banners of freedom float high in the breeze, New England, my country, I love thee for these, “THE THIN MAN.” WRITTEN BY FRANK DUMONT, The thinnest man I ever saw Lived over in Hoboken! os When I tell you all how thin he was You'll think that I am joking. Thro’ keyholes he would often creep; Thro’ a sieve he’d go a-sliding, And when the jandlord came for rent, { In the gas pipe he’d be hiding. CxHorRuUs—Tissue paper's very thin— So’s a Porous Plaster, : This man was thin as a piece of gauze; He couldn’t get thin any faster. He’d never go out on windy days, Or never go out alone, < For all the dogs would follow him Thinking he was a bone. One night while he was sleeping, The candle was burning dimly, A mosquito grabbed him by the neck A1d pulled him up the “chimbly.” (CHORUS.) One day while he was prowling, In a bakery he did go; The baker threw him in the trough q And mixed him with the dough. 4 They put him in the oven— . 5 I tell you twas amazing! They baked him in a New Year’s cake { __ And passed bim off for a raisin. (CHoRvs.) pice Wy Dee « i ener “y By RE te ca ag ee PNA OAR THE SINGER'S LIBRARY. ON Don’t Make a Noise or Else You'll Wake the Baby. Published by E. H. Harprna, an Bowiany, New York. Music and words, If you perceive my bosom heave, ’Tis caus’d by proud delight, FKor-I’m a very different man To what I was last night. For sometime, in my house, a nurse Has air’d her awkward charms, But I’m glad to say, this morning, I found something im her arms. Sroxen—When I inquired, as innocently as possible, ‘‘ Lor’, nurse, whatever have you got there?’ she said, ‘‘ Hush-h-h! CHORUS. *¢ Don’t make a noise, or else you'll wake the baby, Don’t make a noise, or else you'll wake the child, Don’t make a row, or you'll disturb the infant,” I feel so awfully, awfully jolly, I think I shall go wild. As soon as e’er the news was told, In, every neighbor comes; Some said, ‘‘ What.a splendid child!” Others, ‘‘ Bless its gums!” My feelings were so glorious, Describe them no one can; And the ladies seemed to look on me As a very clever man, SpoxEN—They said, ‘‘ Mister Snooks, you ought to feel thank- ful, sir!” I said, ‘T do, I do, I do!” Then they said, “Oh! sir, you ought to be proud!” I said, ‘Tam,Iam,lam!” And then they all said, ‘‘ Hush-h-h! (CHoRvs.) On the day I married, so was Jones; Who said, quite on the sly, ** Who'll be a happy father first I wonder, you or I?” Jones always thinks he’s number one; To-day, that bliss is mine; So, when we meet, I’ll have some fun, ‘And crack'a bottle of wine. SpoxEn—And drink the darling’s health, and, with a look full of meaning, I shall observe to Jones; ‘“‘ Hush! (CHORUS. ) . With a parent’s fond affection, now, I feel all of a glow; But, what to name the lovely babe, I don’t exactly know: I'd like to call it something grand, And worthy of a ‘‘ Snoo And when he’s christened, you must come And see how nice he looks. Sroxgn—Oh, you must come and see baby; you shall havea “private view,” and we’re going to have him weigh’d, so do come, and mind, ‘“ Hush-h-h! (CHoRUvs.) et pee THE GOOD CIGAR. operighted ® by Harry Macarruy. Published by E. H. Harpina, 229 Bowery, New York. Music and words, 10 cents. Don’t talk to me of sparkling bo “* Catawba,” or ‘‘ Champagn' Your good old ‘‘ Hock,” or “ edna, pai Or wines of such like name. For I’m content with less than these, And prefer it better far; There’s no headache in the morning, boys, From a high-flavor'd Cigar! Cuorus—For there's nothing like a good Cigar, A strong cigar, a fine cigar from Havana! ‘While others may their wine prefer, Oh, the good cigar give me! (Repeat CHO.) — ith de do muddle their dull brains deep draughts of ‘‘ Champagne,” And in the midnight revel find — Excuse for morning's pain. I have more respect for my poor head, And its comfort ne’er will mar, ; “i try and puff dull care away ith a high flavor'a Cigar! tosbiive. ) Rambling Thro’ the Town. Copied b; rmission of J. L. Pel 599 Broadway, New Yi owner: Pn RS the copyright. Wall and sorte; W0 cota ns t. I'll now reveal a secret, ' Tis one that you must keep, It keeps me ever thinking, So at night I cannot sleep; "Twas medias at T met him, the sun went down, wre ‘all the styles were passing by— While rambling thro’ the town. Cxorus—Rambling thro’ the town, : _ Oh, ain’t it awful jolly? 4 The sweetest thing to me Is rambling thro’ the town; Rambling thro’ the town, Ob! do not call it folly To pass the idle hours In rambling thro’ the town, The moment that he saw me, i He smil’d and rais'd his hat, ¥ I could not check my blushes— And my heart went pitapat. : He slowly walk’d behind me— On this I did not frown, And soon we were like friends of old— While rambling thro’ the town. (CHorRvs.) . But soon there was an ending, To this, our love affair, A woman came upon us, And began to pull my_ hair; She said he was her husband, And quickly knock’d him down, . So I'll beware and never flirt— While rambling thro’ the town, (Caorus.) Commence, You Darkies All. Copied by permission of Firrs, Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright. White folks, I’m goin’ to sing A-song dat am quite new, Ob myself an’ banjo-string, An’ you, an’ you, an’ you! Oh, Sam, don’t laugh, I say, Our strings will keep in tune, Just listen to de banjo play For de white folks ’round de room! CHorvs—Den commence you darkies all, As loud as you can bawl! Commence you darkies all, to-night, Touch light de banjo-string, j An’ rattle de ole jaw-bone, #a-3! Oh, merrily sound de tamborine, An’ make de fiddle hum; An’ make de fiddle hum, old dad De way dem bones will shake, Am a caution to all living niggs, An’ a deff to rattlesnatces, (CHoRvs,) “ Oh, for @ piano or guitar!” I hear a fair one cry; < But when I hear dese instruments, I tink I'd like to die. I tink I'd like to die, I does, I could lay me down to rest, For music hab such ’lodious sounds To soothe dis darkey’s breast. (CHoRrus,) - When I go to promenade, I look so fine an’ gay, TI hab to take de dogs along To keep de gals away; , My busom am so full ob lub, , aa 3 darkey can not rest, il bid you all good-by, at ; An’ trabble to de pa sono > 7 - stati S cr Se ~ eT iia dea ot aaa Sas Nt oe THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. by E. H. Harpina, 229 Bowery, New York. Music and words, ne 4 3 10 cents. — . They tell me there’s nothing like pleasure, To keep honest fellows alive, So I take lots of that at my leisure, upon it to thrive, You will find when the wine is before us And harmony freely began, I'm an excellent hand at a chorus, And quite a convivial man, Then ha, ha, ha. fed Cuonvs— | or, I laugh haj ha, Lt merrily sing, Gentlemen follow my plan, What e’er may befall, I’m happy withal, For I’m a convivial man. It’s true that I’m not over wealthy, And yet I have riches most rare, Being happy, contented and healthy, And uot overweighted with care. My heart is as light as a feather, I find it an excellent plan, To chirrup in-all sorts of weather, I’m such a convivial man. (CHoRvs.) I’m ask’d out to every dinner, Invited to parties and balls, There’s no fear of my getting thinner, While favor’d with these kind of calls. : At.a pic-nic, a wedding or christ’ning, fe They will have me there if they can, And no one receives such a greeting, I’m such a convivial man. (CHoRUSs.) I cheer up the aged, God bless ’em, I frolic and play with the young, They: smile as I kindly address ’em, And laugh at my joke or my song. My days are unclouded and sunny, T’m sought by each party and clan, Oh believe me it’s better than money, To be a convivial man. (CHORUS.),_. Then long as I live I'll be merry, - Enjoying the'time as it flies, Drinking tea if I can not get sherry, _ And always be merry and wise. I will warble and sing like a linnet, And since life is only a span, Make the most of the world while I’m in it, » Aud bea conyivialman,_(CHORUS,) 9 ee ALL. FOR HER. Ep’ Sci i on _ N.Y. Musi Published by Epwarp po a “3 PR ag Square, c She stood on the breezy down. 4 Where the flagstaff crown’d its crest, And a gallant ship on its silver wings ; Flew out to the golden west. p The captain on the deck, ae ; : Saw. the form by the flagstaff stand, And he smil’d as he thought of the gems and gold + He would bring from a distant land. 5 And I ween the maiden knew a j He had gone for her dear, love's sake, j For “Oh! that my heart were a bird!” she, said, \ “To fly in the good ship’s wake,” . ; But many a day she watch’d : By the flagstaff on the down, : : Ere that ship sail’d out from the west agaia To anchor before the town, " : And well may the maiden then Look forth with a startled ery, For the boat of the captain rows ashore With its ensign half-mast high, i eS With its ensign half-mast high. q/ And slowly beneath the hill 4 ’ Comes winding a somber train, Be es But he who went for her dear love’s sake, — ‘Will never come back again. wee (LSI - We'd Better Bide a Wee. by per of tes oan Music ae 30 2! teen am The puir auld folk at hame, ye mind, Are frail and failing sair, And weel I ken they’d miss me, lad, Gin I came hame nae mair; The grist is out, the times are hard, The kine are only three, I canna leave the auld folk now, We'd better bide a wee, I canna leave the auld folk now, We'd better bide a wee. When first we told our story, lad, Their blessing fell sae free, They gave no tho'’t to self at all, They did but think of me; But, laddie, that’s a time awa, And mither’s like to dee, ~ I canna leave, etc. I fear me, sair, they’re failing baith, For when [ sit. apart, They’ll talk o’ Heay’n sae earnestly, It well neigh breaks my heart; So laddie, dinna urge me mair, It surely winna be, : I canna leave, etc, sa ot “YES OR NO.” Published by Epwarp Scrusertu & Co., 23 Union Square, N- Y., Music r af f and words, 40 cents. ” i Gently are the willows waving In the fragrant summer air; : 5 List! they sigh tho’ they were craving Thou should’st. hearken to my pray’r. Softly flows the silver river, Onward to the ocean blue, Accents on its ripples quiver, “Say him yea, for he is true.” Gentle maiden, Yes, or No? Must we cling or must we sever? Shall I stay, or shall Igo? Loved indeed, or lost forever? Gentle maiden, Yes, or No? , Shall I stay, or shall I go? Gentle maiden, Yes, or No? Gentle maiden, Yes, or No? Still I wait and day is dying, | 1 Still my pray’r has answer none; Oh, upon thy heart’s replying : Rests my peace, my life alone. Speak, nor let the.sun to-morrow Rise on pleadings breath’d in vain; Shall I live, or die in sorrow? Tell me, tell me as I ask again. ' Gentle maiden, etc. CUSHLAMACHREE. Published by E. H. Harprne, mn Setiw New York. Music and words; cents. Dear Erin, how sweetly thy green bosom rises, An Emeraldget in the ring of the sea; Each blade of thy meadows my faithful heart prizes, Thou queen of the west, the world’s Cushlamachree! Thy gates open wide to the poor and the stranger, There smiles hospitality hearty and free— Thy friendship is seen in the moment of danger, And the wand’rer is welcom’d with Cushlamachree, Thy sons they are brave, but the battle once over, In brotherly peace with their foes they agree; And the roseate cheeks of thy daughters discover, The soul-speaking blush that says Cushlamachree! Then flourish forever my dear native Erin! While s> - The Boys of Kilkenny. Oh, the boys of Kilkenny are brave roaring blades, | And if ever they meet with the nice little maids, ! They'll kiss them and coax them, and spend their money free, : Of all the towns in Ireland, Kilkenny for me. } In the town of Kilkenny there runs a clear strame, 4 In the town of Kilkenny there lives a pretty dame, j Her lips are like roses-and her mouth much the same, i Like a dish of fresh strawberries smother’d in crame. Her eyes are as black as Kilkenny’s large coal, Which through my poor bosom has burnt a large hole; Her mind, like its river, is mild, clear, and pure, But her heartis more hard’than its marble I’m sure. ‘ Kilkenny’s a,pretitiy town, and shines where it stands, And the more I think of it the more my heart warms; If I was at Kilkenny, I should then be at home, For there I got sweethearts but here can get none. Pll build my love a castle on Kilkenny’s free ground; Neither lords, dukes, nor squires shall e’er pull it down; And if any one should ask you to tell him my name, Tam an Irish exile, and from Kilkenny T came, CAAT el tg aN Juiiana Phebiana Constantina Brown. || Conied ™ Sener OeAhe Copyright. Mus ad wars weenie oN LE "Oh, P'm going, to sing a song to you about Juliana Brown, . She was the prettiest yaller gal was ever in the town; She had eyes so bright and teeth so ve like diamonds they did And such a lovely foot she had, she wore a number nine, Cxuorus—For she look’d so sweet, And she dress’d so neat, Of all the pretty yaller gals was ever in the town, It’s my Juliana Phebiana Constantina Brown, Oh, the first time that I saw her, she was dressed up to the teeth, The look that she then gave me nearly took away my breath; I asked her if she would only be true to me, | i And when I'd sell my poodle dog, a- -married we should be. ((Cx0.) : : It’s my Juliana Phebiana Constantina Brown, = (he She was the prettiest dancer, for miles and miles ; For when we:went to balls her like was never seen, — “A For she was sure to be the belle and I the Belgerine, (Cnonvs, re ei AR ‘THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. . 13 ~ = ‘OH YE TEARS. Copied b; rmissi f Freperick Buume, 861 Broad New Yo , * Om: wher of ihe Gamatate Music and words, 30 30 con oer Oh ye tears!-oh ye tears! that have long refus’d to flow, Ye are welcome tomy heart, thawing, thawing like the snow ; The ice-bound cloud has yielded, and the early snow-drops spring, And the healing fountains gush, and the wilderness shall sing. Oh ye tears! oh ye tears! Oh ye tears! oh ye tears! I am thankful that ye run, Tho’ ye come from cold and dark, ye shall glitter in the sun; The rainbows can not cheer us if thé show’rs refuse to fall, And the eyes that can not weep are the saddest eyes of all, Oh ye tears! oh ye tears! Oh ye tears! oh ye tears! till I felt ye on my cheek, . I was selfish in my sorrow; I was stubborn, I was weak. Ye have giv’n me strength ’ to conquer, and I stand erect.and free, And know that I am human, by the light of sympathy. Ob ye tears! oh ye tears! Ob ge tears! oh ye tears! ye relieve me of my pain, The barren rock of pride, has been stricken once again; Like the rock that Moses smote amid Horeb’s burning sand, It yields the flowing water, to niake gladness in the land. Oh ye tears! oh ye tears! There is light upon my path! there is sunshine in my heart, And the leaf and fruit of life shall not utterly depart; Ye restore to me the freshness and the bloom of long ago, Oh ye tears! oh happy tears! Iam thankful that ye flow, Ob ye tears! happy tears! 6 geet, Blind Orphan Boy’s Lament, “ They tell me that my mother’s sleeping In the church-yard far away, That she knows not I am weeping— Weeping all the livelong day. “ They tell me that my father’s lying In the dark grave by her side; That I’m left on life’s rough billow With no earthly friend or guide, _ “ When the wild woods echo loudly, And the merry songsters sing, When the winds are hurrying past me With sweet music on their wings, “ Methinks I hear my mother =e And her grave I long to But there’s no one here to le: For the orphan boy is blind.” He now sleeps within that church-yard Where he ofttimes long’d to be; Angels bore his soul to heaven, ‘Now the poor blind boy can see. + > e-———__ “Guess What It Is You Can Have It.” WRITTEN BY JAS. P, ‘GLENN. Now, one and all, your attention I'll call While I introduce myself to you, I’m a man of taste and culture, And equals I have. few, I received the highest education, And am very temperate in my habits, But the boys will cry, as I pass them by, ; “Oh, guess what it is you can have it.” Sroxin—Yes; just as soon as they see me they'll say: CHORUS. “Oh! look at it.” ‘Where did it come from?” “ie door was let open and the wind ble i door was left open and _ Such is the slang they holler at me. . was bi An Answer ‘to “Grease the Griddle, Now I get mad, for it makes me feel bad . To be insulted by them dirty b! When they holler at. me they'll all run away, And hide in the alleys and yards. E They always make fun of my physiognomy, They tell me I ought to hide it, But go where I may I'll hear them all say— “Oh! guess what it is you can have it.” (Cuonvs. ) Now the other day I moved away, From that dirty neighborhood, I couldn’t stand their tricks and capers, So let this be understood. Now I live high-toned and in a grand style, With an income of a “‘ million a minute,” Now everything goes well, but that terrible 3 ‘Qh! guess what it.is you can have it.” (CaoRvs.) Now I am well known, so you see I’m no drone, For I’m a member of the bar; T’ve got influence with all big men, Lam their brightest star. But whenever I address an audience I catch every eye in a minute; When I commence a speech, some boy will screech— “Oh! guess what it is:you can have it.” (CHORUS.) a ee The Last Rose of Summer. ’Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone: No flower of her kindred, No rosebud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. Pil not leave thee, thou lone one, a To pine on the stem; ~ ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o’er the ‘Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. So soon may I follow, When friendships decay, And from love’s shining wae gems drop away n_ true hearts lie wit And fond hopes are viet, Ob! who would inhabit This bleak world alone? ition lll iliesieenciliintst Birdie Darling.” BY ALDEN H. DAY. Come and eat your buckwheats, Charlie, { For the lot are now just done, T’vé been working hard, dear Charlie, Since the rising of the sun. I have baked them as I used to, In the happy days gone by, When you used to kiss me, darling, As you praised my rhubarb pie. Crorus—Charlie, darling, breakfast’s ready, And the buckwheats growing cold; Come and eat your buckwheats, Charlie, t Or you know I'll have to scold. Come and eat your buck Charlie, Come and see the glorious .For the platter’s full, and more, dear, And I long to see you smile. Charlie, you said that you was hiingry ;— bate ornate he _ » Tell me truly, Charles ‘Will you eat the cakes ormot” (Crone rm. | | ) | ! ee ee i See FAREWELL, KATHLEEN! Published by E. H. Hanpixe, 220 Bowery, New York. Music and words, . cents. Farewell to thee, Kathleen! thy whisper has utter’d The words which J thought not thy lips could impart; The hopes that around me so joyously flutter’d Haye fled with the feelings that gladden’d my heart; When I left thee in anguish, to mourn that we parted, And wept for the fortune that bade me to range— When I kiss’d from thy dark eyes the tears that had started, I dream’d not a bosom so loving could change: | Cxorus—Farewell to thee, Kathleen! my Kathleen, farewell! Farewell to thee, Kathleen! my Kathleen, farewell! I thought not a meeting so long’d for as ours, 20 CThat promis’d such rapture and exquisite bliss, Could blight, in a moment, the visions of hours, And end in a parting so bitter as this; _ When thy dark eyes are flashing with beauty and brightness, To dazzle another, and gladness impart, A thought of my anguish will shadow their lightness, And chill ev’ry feeling that dwells in thy heart. (Cxo.) ANGELS WHISPER. A baby was sleeping, Its mother was weeping, For her husband. was far o’er the wide raging sea, And the tempest was swelling Round the fisherman’s dwelling, And she cried, “ Dermot, darling, oh, come back to me!” Her beads while she numbered, The baby still slumbered, And smiled in her face as she bended her knee; “Oh! bless’d be that warning, >» My child thy sleep adorning, For I know that the angels are whispering to thee, “ And while they are keeping Bright watch o’er thy sleeping, Oh, pray to them safely, my babe with me; And say thou would’st rather They’d watch o’er thy father, For I know that tho angels are whispering to thee.” The dawn of the morning Saw Dermont returning, And the wife wept with joy the babe’s father to see, And closely caressing The child with a blessing, Said, “‘I knew that the angels were whispering to thee,” The Age of Progress, The age of giant progress, rack Americans all hail! The land, all interwoven With. telegraph and rail; No sluggish chains shall bind us, No tardiness delay; The morning light is breaking (waking), O’er our destiny. Ihbitct The age of trained lightning, “ Dispatching ” human thought; What wondrous revolution The scheme of Morse hath wrought! No time, no space can hinder __ The quick, electric fire; Intelligence is flashing (dashing), O’er the magic wire, The age of grand conceptions, The “cable of the deep!” It ‘‘snapp’d,” but we will mend it, We have no time to weep. The great Pacific Railroad! ON THE SINGER’S) LIBRARY. . RO on The age of priceless knowledge, The scholar’s jubilee! ‘The land all dotted over ¢ With institutions free. Our public schools! Oh, hail them!» aseer pirhiocrnies cheap: ‘a ys and girls are scaling (hailing), Science’s rugged steep. . ° x = —> —e Put By For a Rainy Day. Published by E. H. Harprna, 220 Bowery, New York. Music and words’ 0 cents. Ofttimes the world may laugh and jeer at what P’m going to say, That is, provide yourselves, my friends, in case of a rainy day.; For if you don’t when you grow old, on what I say depend, If you can’t help yourself tis hard to find a friend. CHORUS. So now be careful and be wise, and like me stow away A little pelf to protect yourself in case of a rainy day. Be not extravagant nor mean, have just what you require, Be kind and provident to all, it is my heart’s desire; When I see my fellow-creature is trodden down with strife, To help him on the road is a proud time of my life. (CHorvs.) “Waste not, want not,” my motto is, a maxim I would teach, And this'another I’d prescribe, ‘‘Touch nothing out of reach;” For ‘“ honesty’s best policy,” so honest people say, And just remember, tho’ but small, put by fora rainy day. (CHo.) ‘A pin a day is a groat a year,” which proves that the smallest mite, Put by, will soon accumulate, and shews my words are right; So perseyere, when in your youth, and then whenyold you'll say, “T caré not how the world treats me, I thought of a rainy day.” (CHORUS. ) I’m hale, I’m jolly, you can see, and I like my friends to call, Tho’ the best of friends I’ve ever found was my pocket after all; For that old friend sticks to me still thro’ thick and thin I say, If you would be advised by me, put by for a rainy day. (CHo.) “A friend in need’s a friend indeed,” but how often when you're poor, ‘ Those friends will pass you one by one, and on you close the door; So let your motto be like mine, whate’er the world may say, ‘‘ Look out for number one,” that is, put by fora rainy day. (CHorRvs. ) Ae gg The Emigrant’s Farewell. I’m leaving you at last, Mary, and all I love behind, But sure ’tis for your sake I go, a better land to find; I go to that young isle, Mary, where anger is unknown, And the children of our widow’d land are cherish’d as her own. Perhaps in after years, I'll come, unchanged to you again, And if I win a golden store, I’ll not forget you then. The peasant’s lowly lot, Mary, I would not have you share, Altho’ I’m sure you’d bear with me life’s sorrows anywhere. How happy I had been, Mary, in all that nature will’d, My ¢abin/by the mountain side, and the ground my father till’d. But the landlord with the bailiff came, the poor man’s bitter foe And he cast me out to live or die, as God should will it so. 4 I would not live in Ireland now, for she’s a fallen land, And the tyrant’s heel on her neck, with her reeking blood-stain’d hand. is There’s not a foot of Irish ground, but’s trodden down by slaves, Who die unwept, and then are flung, like dogs, into their graves, My troubles make me grieve, Mary, and I often wish to die, ” dred lie. And I long to find the green churchyard where all my kin ’Tis pleasure, when the heart is broke, to sleep beneath the dust, But I still hope on for better days, and place in God my trust. I’m leaving you, my Mary dear, they’re painful words to speak, My last embrace I’m taking now, and iny lips are on your cheek. The parting hour is drawing near, and sails wave in the wind. Oh, fold me closer to your br Til leave you soon behind. ( 2 ° eee et © Gems eC @ eo ee 8 8 8 8 Oe ee = Per il . 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By The Prairie Ranch; or, the Yo Cattle Herd- S Boy an an, 0} lionel Prentiss Wo, 4. ers. By Joseph E. Badger, ff ft. ung Cattle Professor William R. Eyster. « Texas Jack, the Mustang King. Thrilling A _| No. 14, Adrift on the Prairie, and Amateur Hunters on were tures in the Life of J. B. Omobundro, “Texas Took.” "By the Buffalo Range. By Oll Coomes. Colonel Prentiss Ingraham. No. 15. Kit Carson, King of the Guides; or, Mountain No. 6. Cruise of the Flyaway; or, Yankee Boys in Cey- Paths and Prairie Trails. By Albert W. Aiken, a lon. By C. D. Clar No. 16, Red. River Ro Life - 20. 5 or, and Adventures fa we 7. Roving J : The History of a You “ Bord . A ee ee Or Daffias.” Brief Scenes from "the Lite of 5 oko 3 the Northwest. By C. D. Clark. By A. H. Post. No. 17. a pent: wees Wad Sdvertnres of The Flya Afloat; or, Yankee Boys ’Round ‘Bucks: am,” (Major S. Hall) By onel ol the Waid y C.D, 3 oF = ee Prentiss Ingraham. Ready April 5th. _ No. 9. Bruin Adams, Old Grizzly Adams’ Pard. | No. 18. Rifle and Revolver; or) The Littleton Gun Club ; Scenes ef Wild Adventure in the Life of the Boy r of on the Buffalo Range. By Capt. Frederick Whittaker. . the Rocky Mountains. - By Ool. Prentiss ‘ BRADLLES DOW LIBRARY i for oat Wy at Nomar, fu tc om sent by mail on receipt of wie conte each. nee ee eee a ANS, Pablishers,.. san? 3b Ad AIG x Oe: Williane Street, (Nem York. ay K Age ta NYE RO 2 Mayet aU -dlatiatt SHEE ae 86 Ready April 12th, ‘ BEADLE’S HALF-DIME LIBRARY. | 1 Deadwood Dick, tar Prince or THE Roap Edward L. Wheeler. 2 Yellowstone Jack. By Jos. EK. Badger, Jr. 3 Kansas rk or, Tak Rep Rieur Hann, Buffalo Bill (Hon. Wm. F. Cody). 4 e Wild-Horse Hunters.- By Captain Ma: Reid and Captain Frederick Whittaker. & Senos Joe, THE YOUNG WANDERING JEW, 1 Coomes., Double Number, 10cts. 6 1 Biddon, Trapper. By E.S. Hllis. 7 The Flying Yankee; or, Tue Ocean OvT- cast. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, $8 Seth Jones. Edward 8. Ellis. 9 Adventures of Baron Munchausen. © Nat Todd. By £. §. Ellis. 1 The Two Detectives, By A.W. Aiken. 2 Gulliver’s Travels. B an Swift. 3 The Dumb Spy. By Oli Coomes. 4 Aladdin; or, Tae WonperrvL Lamp. 5 The Sea-Cat, By Captain Fred. Whittaker. 6 Robinson Crusoe. (27 Illustrations.) 7 Ralph Boy, tae Boy Buccanenr; or, THE Fuerte Yacut. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 8 Sindbad the Sailor. His Seven Voyages. 9 The Phantom Spy. By Buffalo Bill. 20 The Double Daggers. By E. L. Wheeler. 21 The Frontier Angel. By Edward S. Ellis. 22 The Sea Serpent; or, THz Boy Rostnson Crusor. By Juan Leyis. 23 Nick o? the Night, By T. C. Harbaugh. 24 Diamond Dirk. By Colonel P: Ingraham. 25 The Boy Captain. By Roger Starbuck. 26 Cloven Hoof, Tax Burrato Demon; or, THE Borprr Vuurures. By Edward L. Wheeler. 27 Antelope Abe, THe Boy Guipz. Oll Coomes 28 Buffalo Ben, THz Price or_ THE PISTOL; or, Deapwoop Dick on Diseauise. E. L. Wheeler. 29 The Dumb Page. By Capt. F. Whittaker. 30 Roaring Ralph Rockwood, Tux Recx- LESS RANGER. By Harry St. ae. 31 Keen-Knife, Prince or THE irtes. By Oll Coomes. 32 Bob Woolf, THz Borver Rvrrian; or, THE Greu Drap-SHor. By Edward L. Wheeler. 33 The Ocean Bloodhound. 5S. W: Pierce. 34 Oregon Sol; or, Nick Wuirrizs’ Boy Spy By Capt. J. F. G. Adams. 35 Wild Ivan, THe Boy Cuaupg DuvaL;or, THE BrorseRHoop oF. DEATH. «By Ed. L. eeler. 36 The Boy Clown. By nk §. Finn. 37 The Hidden Lodge, By T. C. Harbaugh. 38 Ned Wylde, THE Boy Scour. By Texas Jack. 39 Death-Face, Tax Derective.. By Wheeler. 40 Roving Ben. By J. J. Marshall. 41 Lasso Jack. By Ol Coomes. 42 The Phantom Miner. By E. L. Wheeler. 43 Dick givin THE Pony PRESS RIDER. By Capt. Frede ick: Whittaker. 44 Rattling Rube. By Harry St. George. 45 Old Avalanche, THE GREAT ANNIHILATOR; or, WILD EDNA, THE GIRL Briganp. E. L. Wheeler. 46 Glass Kye, THE Great SHor oF THE WEST. By Capt. J. F. 0, Adams. 47 Nightingale Nat. By T. C. Harbaugh. 48 Black John, Trae Roav-Agent. By Badger. 49 Omaha Oll. By Edward L. Wheeler. 50 Burt Bunker, THE Trapper. C. E, Lasalle. 51 The Boy Rifles. By Archie C. Irons. 52 The White Buffalo. By ©. E. Lasalle. 53 Jim Bludsoe, Jr., THE Boy PHENKX; or, Turover TO DeatH. By Edward L. Wheeler. 54 Ned Hazel. By Capt. J. F.C. Adams. 55 Deadly - Eye, Taz UnxNnown Scour; or, THE BranDeD BroTHERHOOD. By Buffalo Bill. 56 Nick Whiffles’ Pet, Capt. J. F. C. Adams. 57 Deadwood Dick’s E es. . By Wheeler, 58 The Border King. By Oll Coomes, 59 Old Sette By arry St. George. 60 The White Indian. Capt. J. F. C. Adams. 61 Buckhorn Bill, By Edward L. Wheeler. 62 The Shadow Ship. By Col. P. Ingraham. 63 The Red Brotherhood. W. J, Hamilton. 64 ete Jack. By T. C. Harbaugh. 65 Hurricane Bill, » By Jos, E. Badger, Jr 66 Single Hand. W. J. Hamilton, 67 Patent-leather Joe. By —. §. Warne. 68 Border Robin Hood. By Buffalo Bill. 69 Gold Rifle. By Edward L. eeler. 70 Old Zip’s Cabin. By Capt, J. F.C. Adams. 71 Delaware Dick. By Oll Coomes. 72 Mad Tom Western. By W. J. Hamilton. 73 Deadwood Dick on Deck 3 or, CaLamrry JANE, THE HEROINE oF WHOOP-Up. By Wheeler. 74 Hawk-eye Marry. By Oll Coomes. 75 Whe Boy Duelist. By Col. P. Ingraham. 76 Abe Colt, ru Crow-Kitier. By A. W. Aiken. 17 Cerdarcy Charlie, THz Boy Bravo; or, Drapwoop Dick’s Last Act. By E. L. Wheeler. 78 Blue Dick. By Captain Mayne Reid. 79 Sol Ginger, GranT prrr. By A.W. Aiken. 80 Rosebud Rob; or, Nvager Nep, raz Knigat oF THE GuLcH. By Edward L. Wheeler. 81 Lightning Jo. By Captain J. F.C. Adams. 82 Kit HMaretoot. By T. C. Harbaugh. 83 Rollo, the Boy Ranger, By Oll Coomes, 84 Idyl, the Girl Miner. By E. L. Wheeler. 85 Buck Buckram, By Capt. J. F. C. Adams, 86 Dandy Rock. . By G. Waldo Browne. 87 The Land Pirates, By Capt, Mayne Reid. 88 Photograph Phil, raz Boy SievrH; or, BUD RoB’S REAPPEARANCE. By E, L. Wheeler. 89 Island Jim. By Bracebridge Hemyng. 90 The Dread Rider. By G, Waldo Browne. 91 The Captain of the Club}; or, THz Youne Rivau Arauetrs.. By Bracebri emyng. 92 Canada Chet. By Edward L. er. 93 The Boy Miners. By Edward 8. Ellis. 94 Pidnig t Jack, THE Roap-AGEnt; Txt Boy By T, C. Harbaugh, Lieut. Col, Hazeltine. oe et re a pd fal pe or, 95 The Rival Rovers, 13S Old Rube, tae Huntmr, Capt, 96 Watch-Eye, THe SHapow. By E. L. Wheeler. 97 The Outlaw Brothers. By J. J. Marshall. 98 Robin Hood, THe OvtLaweD Karz; or, THE Murry MEN of GreEnwoop. Prof. Gildersleeve. 99 The Tiger of Taos. By G. Waldo Browne. 100 Deadwood Dick in Leailville}; or, A SrraNGE STRoKE FOR LIBERTY. eeler. 101 Jack HMarkaway in New York. By Bracebridge Hemyng. 102 Dick Dead-Eye. By Col. ao 103 The Lion of the Sea. By Col, Delle Sara. 104 Deadwood Dick’s Device. By Wheeler. . Holmes, Old Frosty, tax Gunz. By T. 0. Harbaugh. By James L. Bowen. y Hi St. George. as Metective. eg ee of Texan Adventure, By Bowen. 1 The Sea-Devil. By Col. P. am. The Mad Hunter. By Burton Saxe. Jack Hoyle, THz Youna SpPecuLarTor; or, THE Roap To Fortune. By Ed. L. Wheeler. The Black Schooner. Roger Starbuck. ane Mad Miner. By G. Waldo Browne. G By ‘he Hussar Captain. Col. P. Ingraham. ilt-Edged Dic > THE Sport DETECTIVE; or, Tat Roapv-Agent’s Daventer. Wheeler. Will Somers, THe Boy Drerective. Morris. Mustang Sam. By Jos, B: Badger, Jr. The Branded Hand. By Frank Dumont. Cinnamon Chip, THe Gru Sport; or, TE GOLDEN Ino or MT. Rosa. Ed, L’Wheeler. Phil Mardy, Tux Boss Boy. By C. Morris. Kiowa Charley, tax WuiTe MusTanazr. By T. C. Harbaugh. Wippy, THE Texan. By Geo Gleason. Bonanza Bill, Mrmr. .By Ed. L. Wheeler. Picayune Pete. By Charles Morris. Wild-Fire, Boss or TH: Roap. By Dumont. The Young Privateer. By H. Cavendish. Deadwood Dick’s Double. By Wheeler. Detective Dick. By Charles Morris. The Golden Hand. By Geo. W. Browne, The Hunted Hunter. By Hd. 8: Ellis. Boss Bob, tue Kine or THE BooTBuacks: or, THe PAWNBROKER’S Por; Ed. L. Wheeler. Sure'Shot Seth, tae Boy Rieman; or Tor Youne Parriots OF THE Norru. By Oll Coomes. Captain Paul, Tar Kentucky MoonsHiner; or, THE Boy Spy of THE Mountarns. By Clark. Night-Hawk Kit. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. The Helpless Hand. Capt. Mayne Reid. 8 Blonde i115 or, Deapwoop Diok’s Homz Bask. By Edward L. eeler. 139 Judge Lynch, Jr. By T. C. Harbaugh. 140 Blue Blazes; or, Tor Break o’ Day Boys or Rocky Bar. By Frank Dumont. 141 Solid. Sam, tux Boy Roap-Acent; or, THE Branpep Brows. By Edward L. Wheeler. 142 Handsome Marry, THe Boorstack Dz- TECTIVE. By Charles Morris, Scar-Face Saul. By Oll Coomes. Dainty Lance, THe Boy Sport, By Badger. Captain Ferret, Tar New York Dersc- TIVE; or; Boss Bon’s Boss Jon, By Wheeler. Silver Star, THE Boy Knicur. yy Coomes. Will Wildfire, THz THoxovGHBRED; or, Tae Winnine Hand. By Charles Morris. Sharp Sam. By J. Alexander Patten. A Game of Gold3 or, Drapwoop Dicx’s Bie Stairs. By Edward L. Wheeler. Lance and Lasso, By Capt. F.Whittaker. Panther Paul, THe PRarri£ Pirate; or, Dainty LANce TO THE Rescug. J.E, Badger, Black Bess, Wu. Wi.prire’s Racer; or, WINNING AGamst Opps. By Charles Morris. Eagle Kit, raz Boy Demon. By Oll Coomes. The Sword Hunters. By . Whittaker, Gold Trigger, THe Sport. T.C. Harbaugh. Deadwood Dick of Deadwood} or, Tue Pickep Party. By Edward L. Wheeler. Mike Merry, THE Harsor Pouce Boy; or, Tue Nicght-Hawks of ParuADELPAIA. Morris. ok Frank of Colorado.. Buffalo Bill. The Lost Captain. _By Whittaker. The Black Giant. By J. E. Badger, Jr. New York Nell, raz Boy-Girt Detective; or, OLD. BLAKESLY’S ‘Monzx. By B.L.'Wheeler. Will Wildfire in the Woods. Morris. Little Texas, tox Youna MusTanenr. A Tale of Texan Prairies, By Oll Coomes. Dandy Rock’s Pledge. By G.W. Browne. Billy Baggage, THE LROAD Boy; or, . Ron To Eartu, By Charles Morris. Miickory Harry. Asa Scott, THE Deadly. Dash. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 9 Tornado Tom. By.T, C. Harbaugh, A Trump Card}; or, Wri WILDFIRE Wins and Losgs, By Charles Morris. Ebony Dan. By Frank Dumont. Thunderbolt Tom. By Harry St.George. 3 Dandy Rock’s Rival... By G.W. Browne. Bob Rockett, tae Boy Dopaerr, By Morris. 5 Captain Arizona, By Philip 8.Warne. 6 The Boy Runaway; or, THE BuccANEER oF THE Bay. Lieut. HD, Perry; U:S.N. ” Nobby Nick of Nevada. © Wheeler. 8 Old Solitary. By Oli Coomes. 9 Bob Rockett, tae Bank Runner. Morris. 80 The Sea "Trailer ; or, A Vow Wat Kept, By Lieut. H. D. Perry, U.8. N. 181 ild Frank, Tae Buckskin Bravo; or, Lavy Limy’s Love. By Edward L. Wheeler. 182 Little Hurricane, Tax Boy Capram. By Oll Coomes, 183 6 Hidden Hand, By Chas. Morris, 184 The Boy Trailers. By Badger, Jr. BWR SCODUIATH WW MOOM Re Ch ~ peak pd pk fk kd fd fl uff hf keh oS aa WAR BD BD WWWAWNWNRNND WW We i ~~ _ a et fe ek kp pt pf an b> PP PP eS CW VS Ge i) OUSe OU OGG ray CeO FF HUW oF WHS HO By. Harry St. George, OAT Boy. By Willett. CRID Pode nx ad reklam fed lfm oh jd fh ml fd hf, aEsEeE sEaEEsEF-F EDAAD AD AD AH 5 Evil Eye, Kixe or Catrir Tuirves; or, THE ‘VULTURES OF THE R10 GRANDE, F. Dumont. 6 Cool Desmond, By Col, Sara. 7 Fred Halyard, raz Liv THE SMUGGLERS OF THE INLET. By C. Morris. 8 Ned Temple, TH: Borprer Boy. Harbaugh. 9 Bob Rockett, raz Cracxsman. By Morris. 0 Dandy Darke. By Wm. R. Hyster. 1 Buffalo Billy, THe Boy Boiuwnacker. By Capt. A. B. ar U. S.A, 2 Captain Kit. Pe ae H. D. Perry,U.S.N. 3 Captain Mask, Tu Lavy Roap-AGEnt; or, PaTent-LeaTHER Jow’s Durgat. B By Warne. 4 Buffalo Bill’s Bet. By Captain Taylor. 5 Deadwood Dick’s Dream. By Wheeler. 6 Shadowed} or, Bos Rockerr’s FicHT FoR 7 Little Grit. ras Wi e Grit, Taz Witp River, Ingraham. 198 Arkansaw, THE MAN wit bee KNIFE ay T. C. Harbaugh. 199 Featherweight. By Edward Willett. By Whittaker. _ 18 18 18 18 18 19 19 19 19, 19 19 19 19 200 The Boy Bedouins. 201 The Black Hills Jezebel; = woop Dick’s Warp. By Edward i. Wheeler. 202 Prospect Pete, or Tax Boy BRIGADE; or, THE YounG OvuTLAW Hunters. By Oll Coomes. The Boy Pards. _ By Jos. K. Badger, Jr. Gold Plume, THE Boy Banpir: Ingraham, Deadwood Dick’s Doom. By Wheeler, Dark Paul, THE Ticer Kine. By C. Morris. Navajo Nick, THE Boy Gotp Hunter. A Tale of Arizona. By T. C. Harbaugh. The Boy Hercules, By Oll Coomes. Fritz, tae Bounp-Boy Detective. Wheeler. Faro Frank of High Pine. By Eyster. Crooked Cale, THE CALIBAN OF CELESTIAL Crry. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. Dashing Daye, THE Danny Derecrive. Charles Maerris. ritz to the Front. By E. L. Wheeler. Wolfgan tHE RopBER OF THE RHINE. By Captain erick Whittaker. Captain Bullét, tae Rarer Kine. By T. C. Harbaugh. 216 Bison Bill, THE Prince OF THE RzErNs. 'y Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 217 Captain Crack-Shot. 7 E. L. Wheeler. 218 Tiger Tom, THE Texan Terror. By O]} Coomes. 219 Despard, the Duelist. By P. S. Warne, 220 Tom Tanner, ScaLawaG AND SCAPEGRACE. By Charles Morris. 221 Sugar Coated Sam, By.E. L. Wheeler. 222 Grit, the Bravo Sport. By Ingraham. 223 Ozark. Alf, Kiva or THE MountTarn. By Edward Willett 224 Dashing Dick; or, TRAPPER Tom’s CASTLE. Oll Coom es, 225 Sam Charcoal, the Premium Dar- ky. By Charles Morris. 226 Snoozer, THE Boy Smarp. By Edward L. Wheeler. 227 Dusky Darrell, Trarrzr,, By E. Emerson. 228 Little Wildfire. By Ol] Coomes. 229 Crimson Kate, THE GimL TRamER. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 230 Bike Yankee Bajah, By C.D, Clark, 231 Plucky Phil, or THz Mountain Tram. By T. C, Harbaugh. 232 Gold-Dust Dick. By E. L. Wheeler. 233 Joe Buck, of Angels, anp His Boy Parp Paut PowpERHORN; or, THE THREE WILD MEN or Eacue Bar. By Albert W. Aiken. 284 Old Rocky’s ** Boyees3” or, Brnrro, vom Younc Horse-BrEAKER. By ‘Buckskin Sam, 235 Shadow. Sam, tHe Merssenagzr Boy; or, iG THE TaBLES. By Charles Morris. 236 Apollo Bill, raz Tram Tornavo. ward. L. Wheeler. 237 Lone Star, the Cowboy Captains or, THE MysTERIOUS RANCHERO. By Colonel n- tiss Ingraham. 238 The Parson Detective; or, Lire SHOCKY, THE RANGER OF Raven Roost. .« By Oll Coomes. 239 "Fhe Gold-seeker Guide; or, Taz Lost Mountain. By Captain Mayne Reid. 240. Cyclone Kit, By Edward L. Wheeler. 241 Bill Bravo and His Bear Pards. By T. ©. Harbaugh. 242 The Two: * Bloods? ; or; \SHENANDOAB , Bm anv His Gane. By Gharles Morris. 243 The Disguised Guide; or; Win Raven THE RANGER OF THE NorTu. By Ol] Coomes. 244 Sierra Sam, THE Frontier Ferrer. By Edward L..Wheeler. 245 Merle, the Middy; or, Tae Hem or ax OcEAN ELANCE.. By Col. P. Ingrahani. 246 Giant George; or, THE ANG’L OF THE RANGE By “Buckskin Sam,” (Major Sam 8. Hall.) 247 Old Grizzly and His Pets; or, Tas Wiup Hunters or THE Hrs, By Captain “Bruin” Adams. Ready April18th. 248 Sierra Sams Secret. By Edward L. ‘Wheeler. Ready April 25th. 249 Milo Romer, tar AnmaL Kine; or, Tar Rounp THE WoRLD WANDERER. on Frederick Whittaker, Ready May 2d. A new issue every week. 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