NS <\ S SN QO) A\ Copyrighted 1878, by BEADLE & ADAms. Price, 5 Cents. CONTENTS OF THIS NUMBER. PAGE PAGE, Old Simon, the Hot Corn Man.... 1 | Silent Evening................... 8 “* Once Upon a Time ”....5,..... 2 | The Meeting of the Waters....... 8 Think of Me, Love, in Your _| By the Lone River Side ......... 8 DIOR... 60 ii a eis rs cates EE et 5 Sen apace 8 Farewell, Lilly Dear... . = Come, Merry Birds, in Winter. ... Ella Leene.....:. ..., aire) Bay Dm eiPedagerde ....... 6.5) sw 9 The Lone Starry Hours.:......... ‘Tis But_a Little Faded Flower... { She Laughed Behind Her Fan!.., 3) Bonny Eloise.... .. .. ........... 9 Bright Rays of Early ae St Words to Remember... g *Twas Only One Short Year Ago.. 3 | Silvery Midnight Moon She Wept Her Life Away... .-.. 3| The Wild Rose......... ... foe Vive D*AMerCa <8 5 ee 3 | Good-By, Linda Love..... aks The Little Drooping Flower...... Come Down by the Silvery Brook, " pe Sennoe Home and Friends.. . BAOV ES St sey oe: The Girls Are Not So Green. ; Happy be Thy Dreams. . Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair Kinlock of Kinlock... Come Up, Comrades!..... .. ods Nobody Loves Me. . . Come where the Orange Trees Ellen Bayne .. BIOOWIA SHE. STE 8S 5 | I Prize This Little Tress. The Glorious Reformers. ......... 5 | We'll Meet in Heaven, Fathe “ Parted from Our Dear Ones.”’.. Some One to Love.............. Paddy Malone =: < ... 4 -si.4ber 5 | The Light of Other Days.... .... Jenny’s Coming O’er the Green.. 6 | The Sea,the Sea, the Open Sea... The Dream is Past... 0.2.0.0 49. 6} The Zingarina .. d Scenes That Are Brightest ....... I See.Her Still in My Dreams ... 12 Hard Times, Come Again no More 6 | Jennie With Her Bonnie Blue E’e 12 Kitty Deattini.. cxviedoee Pee Oe 6 | Brightly O’er Lake and Shore... 12 Fresh Drinks... . .. ....:........ 6 | The Long, Long, Weary Day.... 18 I’m Thinking of Thee, Ellie....... Farewell, Sweet Mother..... ce Lost Rouabel <2 a Tae: ein 7 | What Fairylike Music ........... 18 I’m the Queen of the Village ..... Oh! If I Had Some One to Love Little Jenny Dow ............ ina hal PEE eM oe ss ouries wins os 6 ee I Had a DreQit.. cuties sce tee > ccs 7 | O’Rooney, You're the Stuff!".. 13 Old Simon, the Hot Corn Man. Copied by permission of Lovis P. GovLLaup, 8 Tremont St., Boston, owner of the copyright. Music and words, 40 cents, Oh, here’s yer corn as sweet as honey, Step right up and spend yer money, Ev’ry ear is nice and sweet and smokin’ from de pot, Sweet and juicy, nice and tender, Eat it till it bu’sts yer ’spender, Step right up and try an ear of corn all smokin’ hot. SroxkEeN—Hot corn, hot corn. CHorus—Den come right along and buy my hot corn, Dar’s pepper, salt and butter in de pan, All de gem’men in de town knows Simon, Ole Simon, de Hot Corn Man. Dis corn will make yer hair grow curly, Pick’d it all dis mornin’ early; Fresh right out de garden and all cover’d wid mornin’ dew. Nice and ripe and fit for cookin’, Make yer fat and better lookin’, Gem’men, bring your ladies up and try an ear or two. Spoxen—Hot corn, hot corn. (CHORUS.) Oh, butter yer corn and make it greasy, Dat will make it slip down easy, R Tickles yer froat and makes yer smile as sure as you are born, : oi ee — Salt and pepper just a little And Sixty-one other Songs in this issue! Plenty: here tight, in ide ‘kittle, . . Den you'll bless de happy hour you eat ole Simon’s corn, Sold by all newsdealers, five cents each; or sent, post-paid, to any address, on receipt of six cents per copy, BEADLE & ADAMS, Publishers, 98 William St., N.Y. Spoxen—Hot corn, hot corn. (CHORUS.) ———$—$—$ $< eee SO anne = Sighing through the pine boughs so fragrant and gre Speak t There we gathered, in tears, by the bedside x, $a aes Apes cz oat ee Of our darling, our darling, Ella Leene. Though I am far o’er the sea, Her voice, that was sweeter than the music Ss CHorus—Think of me, love, in your dreams, Of the summer that si sin plaintive mee e Through all the long, weary night, Is hushed in our household forevér— i i Here we never more shall hear it again; sn ge aoa he maa She is gone like the blossoms of the morning, ‘ Let all the visions, the visions most dear : { 2 THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. % i 99 I's gwine to roam the wide world - Once Upon a Time. In lands I’ve never hoed, ; } Copied by permission of Louts P. Goutiaup, 86 Tremont street, Boston, With nothing but my banjo . ‘ owner of the copyright. Music and words, 40 cents. To cheer me on the road; ‘ Once upon a time there lived a maiden, For when I’m sad and weary, 4 l In a little cottage by the sea; Pll make the banjo play, } Twining round about it heavy laden, To mind me of my true love, } Grew a honeysuckle fair to see; When I am far away. (CHORUS.) \ And the maiden watuhed the blossoms daily, k : : s Heard the bees about it as it grew; I Sie . ere ae jg show }) Bent above it singing ever gayly, Oh, Lilly am a darling— . 4 . ) Ev’ry bud and ev’ry blossom knew. ie take me by the arm; | ; ’ When the-wind a leaf blew down, We wander through the clover ; Came a sudden dainty frown; Down by the river side | Jealous was the maid, I trow, T tali-tar thatd Tove Hark. i Greater love she did not know. s sth et a : No! greater love she did not know, See ee st eg ae es (Saeaee | Know, know, know, know! ? Oh, Lilly dear, ‘tis mournful ; | ‘ ; To leave you here alone, To the maiden came one day a lover, Yow'll smile before I leave you, Tall and brave and full of manly grace; And weep when I am gone; Whispering tender words he bent above her, Thessirieent-aevenaine idee Stooped and kissed her sunny smiling face; So bright for you rae 2 Underneath the honeysuckle walked they, Ne sv Heit: t wosa-bonide you But her eyes were cast demurely down; ‘ld Te. .) 2 8. Seeing not, as softly, sweetly talked they, poe a ee How its leaves were turning sere and brown. Withered now its tendrils twine, Bird and bee have left the rine, ; } Careless is the maid, I trow, ELLA LEENE. Greater love hath learned to know ; 4 . 5 s NI ., 547 Broad , New York, No! greater love hath learned to know, Copied bg, peli er ae ey Beco , Know, know, know, know! sae | She was fair as the beams of es ) Ome Bee, As sweet and: fragile as j And she whispered: ‘* By-and- 2908 sweet flowers O’er the grave where Ella takes repose; ) Pes k OF Bei Bore, in a When I sleep in the dark, gloomy shadows \ ‘opied by permission of Gro CHARDSON ashington ded 5 eg " } Boston, owners of the copyright. Music and words, 35 cents, ita on wander a a teas ; f s u re , Think of me, love, in your dreams, You will find-hope is written in the bloom.” i Through all the long, weary night, ee ag While the stars rain golden beams, pag r Over your pillow so white. When the sweet wind was sighing gently, STEEN OE Which the night-wind has shaken to the ground; ) Think of me, love, in your dreams, But she blooms where the fragrance a the flowers Let me be dearest to thee, Ever shed sweetest odors around, (Cr HORUS. ) While the stars rain golden beams, coal Bs Think only, darling, of me. eee thes a ) Let the dark mantle, the mantle of night Sig Sens eee a é Bring you no sorrow nor pain. ig f ° Only bring visions most bright, ’ The Lone Starry Hours. — Bring me back to you again. (CHORUS.) : : Oh, the lone starry hours give me, loyé; , Think of me, love, in your dreams, When still is the beautiful night; ~~ + Promise me you will be true, When the round, laughing moon I see, love, All now that loveliest seems, Peep through the clouds, silver white; aoe Dreams will make brighter for you. When no winds through the low woods sweep, love, r Tell me you'll never, no never forget, And I gaze on some bright rising star; i The promises made sweet and low, When the world is in dream and sleep, love, S sa Wing igt us seta Oh, wake, while I tot ich my guitar, : . Ee rent? Satta) CHorus— When no winds thee the low woods sweep, love, 2 And I gaze on some bright, rising star; When the world is in dream and sleep, love, FAREWELL, LILLY DEAR. Oh, wake, while I touch my guitar. ( Lilly dear, it grieves me, Till the red rosy morn grows bright, love, ) ; The tale I have to tell; Far away o’er the distant sea, i | Old massa sends me roaming, Till the stars cease their gentle light, love, } So, Lilly, fare you well! Will I wait for a welcome from thee; a ) Ob, fare you well, my true love, And oh, if that pleasure is mine, love, Farewell, old Tennessee; We will wander together afar; ie Then let me weep for you, love, My heart shall be thine, thine, my love, Se But do not weep for me. Then, wake, while I touch my guitar. a : Crorus—Farewell forever to old Tennessee, Cxaorus— And oh, if that pleasure is mine, love, Farewell forever to old Tennessee; We will wander together afar; Z Farewell, my Lilly dear, don’t weep for me, My heart shall be thine, thine, my love, 1 Ba Farewell, my Lilly dear, don’t weep for me. Then wake, while I touch my guitar. ; Lec nada ae Nomar en alg Bo i ie es Vg cae Ree ee se ee ne * See aera Nr nh A rr a ep ee I a eee eeeeeeeeeeuums@ss_ sea THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. She Laughed Behind Her Fan! Published by E. H. Harprna, 229 Bowery, New York. Music and words, 10 cents. I met a lady at a ball, As beautiful as day, Of graceful figure, slight and tall, And hair like golden spray; I said this is a happy chance, And I’m a happy man— And as I led her out to dance, She laugh’d behind her fan! Cxorvs - She laugh’d behind her fan, She said, ‘‘ You naughty man, You shouldn’t do so, it’s wrong you know|” And laugh’d bebind her fan. We danc’d the lancers and quadrille, Then rested for awhile, But once we nearly bad a spill Thro’ some one's clumsy style; I clasp’d her waist more tightly then, ’Twas neat and sweet to span, And when her eyes met mine again, She laugh’d behind her fav. (CHORUS.) I saw her to the carriage door, When it was time to leave, Y fancied, but I wasn’t sure, She slightly press’d my sleeve; I squeez’d her hand—the old resource, The good old-fashion’d plan— And as she felt the gentle force, She laugh’d behind her fan. (CHorvs.) I saw her in a month or so, One Christmas-party night, And then beneath the mistletoe, I claim’d the season's rite; She said, ‘‘Oh, dear! my hushand’s here— T’m sure you never can!” And I felt queer, for much I fear, She laugh’d behind her fan. (CHoRUs.) Bright Rays of Early Morning. Copied by permission of Lous P. GouLLaup, 86 Tremont street, Boston, owner of the copyright. Music and words, 40 cents. Bright rays of early morning, Dispute fair Luna’s reign, With crown of gold adorning, Each mountain crest again; While I um here secluded, From Nature's beauteous sway, Yet memory brings thoughts of thee Before my mind to-day. I think of thee, sweet heart, I dream of thee, my love, I think of thee, my dearest, fondest one, Ever think of thee. Yes, though I’m here secluded, From Nature’s beauteous sway, Yet memory brings thoughts of thee Before my mind to-day. I muse on thee at dawning, When all is weird and still, And soft the zephyrs flowing, Are borne o’er vale and hill; I dream of thee at twilight, When sunshine slowly wanes, When visions bright of sweet delight Tllume Love's holy fanes! I think of thee, sweet heart, I dream of thee, my love, I think of thee, my dearest, fondest one, Ever think of thee. I dream of thee at twilight, When sunshine slowly wanes, When visions bright of sweet delight Iilume Love's holy fanes! a in ea ea ee ig ats ra fmt em, tet a *Twas Only One Short Year Ago. Copied by permission of Gro. W. Ricnarpson & Co., 256 Washington St., Boston, owners of the copyright. Music and words, 35 cents, "T'was only one short year ago, You sat here by my side, The starlight falling on your brow, My own, my promised bride. The wild birds sung a joyous lay, No sorrow did we know, And roses bloomed about our way, Just one short year ago, And roses bloomed about our way, One happy year ago. Cxrorvus—The wild birds sung a joyous lay, No serrow did we know, And roses bloomed about our way, One happy, one happy year ago. To-night the stars are shining down Upon thy silent grave, The daisies bloom in beauty round, The willows o’er it wave; And hush’d is each fond, loving tone, Each accent sweet and low, That wakened music all its own, Just one short year ago, That wakened music all its own, ° One happy year ago. (CHORUS.) She Wept Her Life Away. Copied by permission of H. B. Dopsworts, Music Publisher, New York, owner of the copyright. We loved her as our own, poor child, As through the weary years, We nursed her life with constant care, And kissed her silent tears; She strove to seem contented while We cheered her through the day, But when alone at night, poor child, She wept her life away. CxHorus—She wept her life away, She wept her life away, But when alone et night, poor child, She wept her life away. She died when summer came, poor child, The child we could not save, And hardly mourning that she slept, We laid her in the grave; She never could forget the day Her sainted mother died, They could not live apart, poor child, They slumber side by side. (CHoRUS.) + VIVA L’AMERICA. Copied by permission of Fretn, Ponn & Co., 547 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright. Noble Republic! happiest of lands, Foremost of nations, Columbia stands; Freedom’s proud hanner floats in the skies, Where shouts of liberty daily arise; “United we stand, divided we fall, Union forever, freedom to all.” Cuorus—Throughont the world our’motto shall be, Viva L’America, home of the free. Should ever traitor rise in the land, Cursed be his homestead, withered his hand; Shame be his memory, scorn be his lot, Exile bis heritage, his name a blot! “ United we stand, divided we fall,” Granting a home and freedom to all. (CHoRUS,) To all her heroes, justice and fame, To all her foes, a traitor’s foul name; Our “ Stripes and Stars” still proudly shall wave, Emblem of liberty, dag of the brave; “United we stand, divided we fall,” Gladly we'll die at our country’s call. (CHORUs.) ——S sat 4 THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. EEE The Little Drooping Flower. I’ve often vowed to spoil their fun, : Published by E. H. Harpina, 229 Bowery, New York. Music and words, They so delight in teasing, : However sweet and pleasing. They will not understand, although ‘You hint so very near it, And when you plainly tell them so Once in the springtime of my life, When all around was clear, 10 cents. But never wedding any one, There came a little drooping flow’r, ag Who wept a bitter tear; : oH 7 { Her father gone long, long ago, They wish again to hear it. (CHOKUs.) \ | Her mother, too, is dead, But I will go and try my luck, | “ Oh, pity me, poor little one!” And boldly pop the question, Were all the words she said. For sure the word so long has stuck, | Oh, Heaven bless the little ones, It ruins my digestion; She raised her drooping head, And if she does not comprehend, ; “Oh, mother, dearest mother dear,” Again my suit I’ll press, sir; Were all the words she said. She'll understand me in the end, I took her soft and snow-white hand, And blushing say, oh, yes, sir! (CHorvs.) sb > And led her to the door; ; Ah! bitterly we both did weep, : 7 As never wept before; j i ; ; ; cA She rais’d her little hand and cried, Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair. : “Can this be true, they’re dead? Copied by permission of Firrn, Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, New York, yy Oh, would my time was come to die!” owners of the copyright. {\ Were all the words she said. I dream of Jeanie with the light-brown hair, i Oh, Heaven bless, etc. Borne on a vapor on the summer air: Pi I see her tripping where the bright streams play, Happy as the daisies that dance on her way. Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour; Many were the blithe birds that warbled them o’er; Ob, I dream of Jeanie with the light-brown hair, Floating like a vapor on the soft summer air. The time roll’d on; I priz’d and. lov’d, . As never lov’d before, And ofttimes think of when I met My love at father’s door; Those days are past; we’re happy now; Our sorrows they are fled, I wish’d her mine, she answer’d, I long for Jeanie with the gay dawn’s smile, “Yes, I’m thine alone,” she said. Radiant in gladness, warm with winning guile; Oh, Heaven bless, etc. I hear her melodies, like joys gone by, ; Sighing round my heart o’er the fond hopes that die;— a Oe on Ton Sighing like the night-wind and sobbing like the rain— Wailing for the lost one that comes not again: HOME AND FRIENDS. Oh, I long for Jeanie, and my heart bows low, ait cite aie, Copied by permission of Firs, Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, New York, Never more to find her where the bright waters flow. femerscof, thenageright, I sigh for Jeanie, but her light form strayed “i When the sun goes down, and the blue from out the sky. Far from the fond hearts round her native glade; | As the day with its twilight ends, . Her smiles have vanished, and her sweet songs flown, | How I sigh for thee as I’m sitting all alone, Flitting like the dreams that have cheered us and gone. When I think of my home and friends; Now the nodding wild flowers may wither on the shore 4 For still do I dream of the many, many days While her gentle fingers will cull them no more; 1 ii That came like a charm to me then, Oh, I sigh for Jeanie with the light-brown hair, And my heart would break if I thought thou couldst forget, Floating like a vapor on the soft summer air. | Should I live to behold thee again. e When the sun goes down, in the silence of the night, Oh, my heart how it sighs for home! f f : @ Yet still I would stay in my solitude away, (Written for the Sindsn 5; Latee Any.) { If a change o’er thy spirit should come, COME UP, COMBADES ! For all that I prize is thy merry, merry laugh, } And my fate on thy friendship depends, BY SAM 8. HALL, “ BUCKSKIN SAM.” é For my heart would break if my hand thou wouldst forsake. rae Should I greet thee at home with my friends. : Ayatalold actin: Though the day be bright and as cheerful as of old, Wesaeri ice his a I rejoice not to share its light; In our ranks close order keeping— For my heart is sad in its loneliness away, Wa ae Mbundto awit! Be it day or the solitude of night. ; Ag But oh, it is sweet, with a sorrow in my heart, Walk right up! no faltering! sign it! To pause as the stars descend, Tis the best for you; 4 a And to think of thee in a region far away, Spurn the glass that’s murdered millions As the pride of my heart, and a friend. On its trail of woe. ‘ Reform is on our banner gilded, And we bear it free— i High up in the sky we hoist it, a The Girls Are Not So Green. So that all may see! : 4 * *% Copied by permission a pene Nie mec a Broadway, New York, Scon the-teamp:ok temperance millions, hall d o’er our land; : One little word I’ve tried to speak, hemes istinan this banner, : 3 Yet never could for choking, : fi wala: ; ” Going hand in ha Although I’ve practiced half the week, . Oh, dear, ’tis so provoking! Then walk right up here, be a man now! Tm very sure she understands We have use for you; — 5 eg The word I long to utter, Shake off the slavish chains that gall you— 4. For she has felt my trembling hand, Stand up and be true! i . And seen my bosom flutter. Thi kh h ife { and th a mother, CxHorus—Oh no, the girls are not so green, a ORY BRP Ys 2 | or { : : Your suit you’re sure to gain it, _Will be to see you sign! : ~ But you must tell them what you mean, Sister, brother or sweetheart are praying— : And many times explain it. “Now is the accepted time!” — = 4 . | | . { t . THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. Come where the Orange Trees Bloom! Copied by permission of E. H. Harprina, 229 Bowery;New York, owner of the copyright. Music and words, 35 cents. Come where the orange trees bloom, love, Come to my home far away; Come where the fragrance is sweet, love, Of southern roses each day; Come where the waves sparkle bright, love, And pearly shells strew the shore, Come to the fair sunny South, love, And to my strong arms once more. CHoRus—Come where the orange trees bloom, love, Come to the Southland so fair; Come where the roses éach spring, love, With sweet perfume fill the air. Come where the orange trees bloom, love, Come where the birds sweetly sing; Come where the zephyrs of summer Earth’s choicest fragrance doth bring; Come where the sunbeams sre bright, love, And the low song of the sea Echoes far out o’er the beach, love, Come to the Southland with me. (CHorvs.) Come where the orange trees bloom, love, Come in the spring of the year; Come when the soft breeze is blowing, Over the gulf-stream so clear! Come with the bird in the fall, love, To the bright Southland so fair, Where lovely flow’rs daily bloom, love, And sweet perfume fills the air. (CHoRUS.) [Written for the SinaEr’s Lrprary.] The Glorious Reformers. As sung by the Glee Club of the Woman’s Temperance Union, BY SAM S. HALL, ‘‘ BUCKSKIN SAM.” if you’d have the roses bloom again ___ On the cheeks of wife and mother, Have your children 1eet you with loving smiles— Friends greet you as a brother; If you want your nerves to be steady, And your eyes to be bright and clear, Why, join the Glorious Reformers, In this Centennial year— Oh! join the Glorious Reformers, In this Centennial year. Do you want her whom you love so well, Far better than your life— To say with her heart near breaking, She can be no drunkard’s wife? Or do you want her to meet you With beaming smiles everywhere? If you do, then join the Glorious Reformers In this Centennial year— Oh! join the Glorious Refcrmers In this Centennial year. Do you want, as you go staggering Disgracefully down the street, To be shunned by all your former friends, Avoided by all you meet? Do you want your landlord to hand his bill— Give you warning with a sneer? If not—then join the Glorious Reformers In this Centennial year— Oh! join the Glorious Reformers In this Centennial year. Come one, come all, you’re welcome, From every clime and land; We'll raise our Temperance banner, And hold it with firm hand— Come sign the pledge and keep it true— We'll hail you with a cheer, Come! join the Glorious Reformers In this Centennial year— Come! join the Glorious Reformers In this Centennial year. PR ee ~~ ‘“ Parted from Our Dear Ones.” Copied by permission of Gro. W. Ricnarpson & Co., 256 Washington St., Boston, owners of the copyright. Music and words, 35 Cents. TENOR—Sitting at our cherish’d fireside, As in days when we were young, I remember how the children In their play would round us throng; What a bustle they were making, What a laughter they have raised! Oh, these pleasing hours will never From my mem’ry be erased; Oh, these pleasing hours will never From my mem’ry be erased! DUET. SopRANO ‘ Johnny, TENOR ( Moilie, And still hear their merry glee, Ever thankful to kind Heaven, For that blessing we should be! We shall see them soon, dear { Mollie. , Hear again their merry glee, ; Ever thankful to kind heaven, For that blessing we shall be! Soprano —They have left their native country, Seeking better luck abroad; Oh, how bitter were our feelings As we left them on the road! When the time had come for parting, We have knelt in prayer down, To invoke that gracious Heaven Might their future efforts crown; To invoke that gracious Heaven Might their future efforts crown. TENOR—Here I have their cheering letter, Full of hope for good success, And a share of all their earnings— May the Lord, our children bless! They propose that we should meet them In their new, adopted home; Let us go, then, and be happy— Yes, dear children, we shall come! Let us go, then, and be happy— Yes, dear children, we shall come! (DvuET.) Soprano—In my dreams I’ve seen them working, They are doing all their best; Mary serves, the boys are farming In the thriving, far-off West; Oh, how busy they are keeping! Cheered by hope, and full of strength; Their stout hands, and perseverance Must insure success at length, Their stout hands, and perseverance Must insure success at length. (DuxErT.) | —Coula we see them now dear (DvEt.) a [Written for the Sincrr’s Liprary.] PADDY MALONE. BY ARTHUR AIKIN. Answer to Sweet Norah Mahone, by Harry BENNETT. I’m certain to meet thee. dear Paddy Malone, For I, too, have something to tell, But the love in my eyes, sure I steal from thine own, When you say that you love me so well! I'll keep thee not waiting but haste to the side Of the boy that I’m loving so well, And down by the gate, unless something betide, Tl hear what my darling will tell! CHORUS. Oh! yes, I will meet thee, my darling, to-night, And there ’neath the stars, all alone, Dll tell how I’ve missed thee so far from my sight— My darling boy, Paddy Malone! Tl not tarry long, darling, but haste to my boy, For his dear voice I’m longing to hear, And my heart is o’erflowing with hope and with joy, When I know that my darling’s so near. Then down by the gate, that we both know so well, We'll talk in the moonlight alone, : For I’m longing to hear what my darling will tell, To his own darling, Norah Mahone! (CHoRUvs.) ae ie WUTR Ge Jenny’s Coming O’er the Green. Copied by permission of Horacy Waters, 481 Broadway, N. Y., owner of the copyright. Jenny’s coming o’er the green, Fairer form was never seen, Winning is her gentle mien;— Why do I love her so? We have wandered side by side, O’er the meadows far and wide; Little Jenny’s full of pride— Why do I love her so! Jenny’s calm and liquid eyes Sometimes bring a sweet sur rise, Like a change in summer skies;— Why do I love her so? Oft her voice so full of glee, Wakes the saddest memory; She is younger far than me— Why do I love her so? Little Jenny never fears, Hoping all from coming years, Dashing off the passing tears;— Why do TI love her so? Can I not another find, With her sweet endearing mind? None with Jenny’s charms combin’d— That’s why I love her so! THE DREAM IS PAST. Copied by permission of I'mrtu, Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright. The dream is past, and with it fled, The hopes that once my passions fed, And darkly die, ’mid grief and pain, The joys which gone, come not again. My soul, in silence and in tears, Has cherished now, for many years, A love for one, who does not know The thoughts that in my bosom glow. Oh! cease, my heart, thy throbbing hide, Another soon will be his bride, And hope’s last faint but cheering ray, Will then forever pass away. They can not see the silent tear That falls uncheck’d when none are near, Nor do they mark the smother’d sigh That heaves my breast when they are nigh. I know my cheek is paler now, And smiles no longer deck my brow; *Tis youth’s decay, twill soon begin To tell the thoughts that dwell within. Oh! let me rouse my sleeping pride, And from his gaze my feelings hide, He shall not smile, to think that I, With love for him, should pine and die. Scenes That Are Brightest. Scenes that are brightest May charm a while; Hearts which are lightest, And eyes that smile; Yet o’er them, above us, oes Through nature beam, : ‘With none to love us, How sad they seem. Words can not seatter The thoughts we fear, For though they flatter, They mock the ear; Hopes will still deceive us, With tearful cost, And when they leave us, The heart is lost. TT ee eee eeeeeeeeeeueeeeesws@>SO@D@D_;OE ? CO3P OO OOO®o0wrTee ee oe Oooo PN Nn rg THE “SINGER'S -LIBRARY: sen an ane Hard Times, Come Again no More. Copied by permission of Fiera, Ponn & Co., 547 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright. Let us pause in life’s pleasures, and count its many tears, While we all sup sorrow with the poor; There’s a song that will linger forever in our ears;— Ob, hard times, come again no more. CHORUS, Tis the song, the sigh of the weary :— Hard times! hard times! come again no more: Many days you’ve lingered around my cabin door; Oh, hard times! come again no more, Here’s a pale, drooping maiden, who toils her life away, With a worn heart whose better days are o’er; Though her voice would be merry, ’tis sighing all the day, Oh, hard times! come again no more, (CHORUS.) Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave; Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore; Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lonely grave; Oh, hard times! come again no more, (CHORUS.) KITTY DEAR. Copied by permission of H. N, Hrmprsep, Music Publisher, Milwaukee owner of the copyright. Arra, tair an aigers, Kitty dear, Vm wasting all away; By rayzon of your cruelty, My brains have gone asthray; They tell me sunlight has the stringth, To make the sinses fly; . So my poor head was emptied by The bright beam of your eye. Arra what’s the use of life at all, Since you have sarv'd me so; I have no heart to work or play, Lie down, stan’ up, or go; Just like a young tree breath’d on by , A warm but blighten air; Your smile has stole all hope away, And left me but despair. Arra, when you die, Td like to be transform’d into a stone, With outside smooth and shinin’, And heart cowld as your own; That I might stand and guard your grave, When calmly there you rest, And bear my darlin’ Kitty’s name, Engrav’d upon my breast. [Written for the Srncrr’s Lisrary.] FRESH DRINKS. (Parody on Sweet By-and-By.) BY ELMER RIGDON. There’s a place that is nicer than this, And I’ll swear it’s not far from here, If you'll step up to the bar, And take a fresh glass of beer. Cuorus—Fresh drinks, fresh drinks, There’s nothing nicer than fresh drinks; Fresh drinks, fresh drinks, I know there’s nothing nicer than fresh drinks. One night I got very drunk, From drinking too much beer, I staggered up to a lamp-post, For I felt so mighty queer. (CHorvs.) While on my way home the other night, I was staggering along on my feet, When I knocked at the door I was so tight, That my wife she came and kicked me out in the street, (CHoRUS.) ’'m Thinking of Thee, Ellie. Copied by permission of Frrtx, Ponp,& Co., 547 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. I’m thinking of thee, Ellie! When twilight’s over all, And memory hangs upon me, As evening’s shadows fall. I see thee still before me, I hear thy well-known strain, Dreams of the past surround me, I’m with thee, once again; I’m thinking of thee, Ellie! I'm thinking, I’m thinking of thee still. I’m thinking of thee, Ellie! But wilt thou think of me? Will sunshine and its gladness Outshine each thought of me? Of me in sadness living— Upon whose aching heart The cloud of life is resting? It never may depart— Still ’'m thinking of thee, Ellie, I’m thinking, I’m thinking of thee still. I’m thinking of thee, Ellie! For well I know that thou Will drop a tear of fondness O’er the furrows on my brow; But let not memory darken Thine hours of happy joy— I would not that my sorrows Their brightness should destroy. Yet I’m thinking of thee, Ellie! * Ym thinking, ’m thinking of thee still. LOST ROSABEL. They have given thee to another, They have broken every vow, ; They have given thee to another, And my heart is lonely now; They remember not our parting, They remember not our tears, They have severed in one fatal hour The tenderness of years. Cxorus - Oh! it was not well to leave mel Thou could’st not so deceive me, Long and sorely I shall grieve thee, Lost, lost: Rosabel! They have given thee to another, Thou art now his gentle bride, Had I loved thee as a brother, I coul:| see thee by his side; But I knew with gold they’ve won, And thy trusting heart beguil’d; Thy mother, too, doth shun me, For she knew I loved her child. (CHorvs.) They have given thee to another, She will love him, too, they say, If her memory do not chide her, Oh, perhaps, perhaps she may; But I knew that she bath spoken, What she never can forget, And though my heart be broken, I will love her, love her yet. (CHorus.) ope I'm the Queen of the Village. Copied by permission of Firtu, Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright. : Tm the queen of the village, they say, And the star of each scene that is bright; I’ve a smile that allures every heart, And an eye that is beaming with light. I am proud of my sway if ’tis true, But it is not o’er all I would reign: There is only one heart I can prize, And whose homage I’d seek to retain. LLL OO OOO a a eI THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. om And found it but a dream, a dream. ne I’m the queen of the village, they say, With a step that is light as a fawn; T’ve a form that the Sylpbid might grace, And a glance that is soft as the dawn. I am proud of the gifts, if ’tis true, For the sake of the one I hold dear, For ‘tis only when whispered by him, That it falls with delight on my ear. LITTLE JENNY DOW. Copied by permission of Horacr Warrrs, 481 Broadway, New York, owner of the copyright. Little Jenny Dow lives beyond the mill, Her merry voice is heard all ’round, Her happy smiles are seen on the green-clad hill, Where’er the budding flowers are found. She greets the blushing morn like a dew-drop bright, And carols through the livelong day, She gladdens up my heart like a beam of light, And drives my bitter care away. CHORUS. Merrily, merrily her winning little voice is ringing, And the woodland birds are singing to little Jenny Dow. Many are the hearts that have sighed for her, And many that have sighed in pain; Many that I know would have died for her, And, alas! they would have died in vain. Little Jenny Dow never clouds her brow, In sorrow o’er a love-lorn swain; With spirits full of glee, none so gay as she, As she rambles o’er the hill and plain. (CHoRus.) - By the gushing streamlets her fond footsteps glide, Leaving little prints in the sand; ‘You'll meet her in the dale or the woodland wide, Giving life and joy to the land. Ever may she roam with the same light heart, Ever may she sing with glee, While the summer days can their beams impart, And summer birds their melody, (CHoRUus.) I HAD A DREAM. I had a dream, a happy dream; I thought I saw the spot : Where oft, in youth, I sported free, Close by that much-loved cot. The river’s tide rolled cheerily on; I hailed the olden scene; But, in my full delight, I woke, And found it but a dream. But, in my full delight, I woke, And found it but a dream, a dream. I thought I felt a mother’s kiss, As oft, in happy days; And by my own dear father’s side, Isung my simple lays. I thought I saw dear friends again, Who now no more are seen; But, in my full delight, I woke, And found it but a dream. But, in my full delight I woke, And found it but a dream, a dream. The woodbine climbed above the porch, A sister trained it there— One wiio had lived but in our hearts, Who died when young and fair. This happy dream filled me with joy; I saw, once more, the scene, But in my full delight, I woke, And found it but a dream. But, in my full delight, I woke, gin naa a En 8 THE’ SINGER'S» LIBRARY. SILENT EVENING. Copied by permission of BE. H. Harprna, 229 Bowery, New York, owner of the copyright. Music and words, 10 cents, Silent evening, how I love thee, With thy star and vesper hymn! Heav’n is sweetly calm above me, While o’er earth loved perfumes swim. Labor in his cot reposes; Toil his daily task hath done, ) Rustic children, like wild roses, Slumber with the setting sun. Labor in his cot reposes; Toil his daily task hath done, Rustic children, like wild roses, Slumber with the setting sun. Silent evening, hour of musing, When the birds have ceas’d their strains; ‘When devotion, peace infusing, Lifts the soul to hallow’d plains; When the flow’rs, like angels, breathing Grateful incense to the skies, Close their leaves, in fragrance wreathing Peaceful twilight as she lies. When the flow’rs, like angels, breathing Grateful incense to the skies, Close their leaves, in fragrance wreathing Peaceful twilight as she lies. . Silent evening, well I love thee; Balmy hopes exalt, my breast, As Lview thy beams above me, And behold love’s mansions blest Like thy shadows, gently stealing Over river, tow’r and tree, Half the busy world concealing, Let my life’s last moments be. Like thy shadows, gently stealing Over river, tow’r and tree, Half the busy world concealing, Let my life’s last moments be. The Meeting of the Waters. Copied by permission of Frrru, Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright. There is not in this wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; Oh, the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that nature had shed:o’er the scene Her purest of crystal, and brightest of green; *T was not the soft magic of streamlet or hill— Oh! no—it was something more exquisite still. Twas that friends, the belov’d of my bosom were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantmeut more dear, And who felt how the blest charms of nature improve, - When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storm; which we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace. By the Lone River Side. By the lone river side, at the merry eventide, Sweet Lilly and I used to stray; With a form of artless grace, and a happy, smiling face, She shed o’er each heart a happy ray. Oh! when I remember those happy, happy days, And I think of my companions in each dell, I bow my head in sorrow and regret the coming morrow, For it brings not my pretty Lilly Belle. CHORUS. I bow my head in sorrow and regret the coming morrow, For it brings not my pretty Lilly Belle. $e Down where the cypress grows, where the river gently flows, They’ve laid my love so pure and fair, But high up in the skies frem all earthly woes and ties, Dwells the spirit of my darling, free from care. But, ah! when recollections of this dear one fill my brain, The death-blow of my fond hopes and my knell, I to her grave repair, and in anguish drop a tear, A tear on the grave of Lilly Belle. (CHoRvs.) teen uf BARCAROLLE. From “ Conrad, the Corsair.” Copied by permission of Louis P. GouLLAup, 86 Tremont street, Boston, owner of the copyright. Music and words, 40 cents. Oh, how nice is the motion so willowy, When seas first commence to be billowy, But when into seas they develop, Then wretched indeed am I. My head round and round about turning is, And like a hot furnace it burning is, Till on my word it seems as if I surely must die. So terribly awkward the motion is, So horribly lively the ocean is, That on my word it seems as if I surely must die. Oh! my, yes, ve made up my mind that I gladly will die, Oh, yes, will die, I’m willing to die, I’m willing to die, Anxious to die, willing to die, To die, to die. If I only could stand without reeling so, Or rest but an hour without feeling so, If only the captain would anchor, V’m sure that I better would be. All hands but me charm’d with the weather are, All hearts but mine light as a feather are, Why did I ever consent to come out on the sea? If once I set foot on the shore again, Vainly will my lover implore again, For if I once went to sea again, surely I’d die. Oh! my, yes; etc. Come, Merry Birds, in Winter. Copied by permission of Louis P. Gouvntuaup,.86 Tremont St., Boston, owner of the copyright. Music and words, 40 cents. Come, merry birds, in winter! Sing me the songs of spring! Let your sweet notes of welcome, Comfort and gladness bring; Lonely without your warblings, Waiting your cheering refrain; Come with your notes so joyous, And bring me the spring again! No! we must wait till winter Goes like a fitful dream, When the glad spring awakens, We will renew our theme. Cuorus—Oh! I have missed you sadly, Since you have gone from our shore; Come, merry birds, in winter, Come to my home once more. Come, merry birds, in winter! \ What though the world be cold? rai Love from on high will guard you, Tenderness manifold; Ease me my heart of all sorrow, Take from me all care and pain; Sing me the song of flowers, And bring me the spring again! | No! we must wait till winter Goes like a fitful dream, When the glad spring awakens, We will renew our theme. (CHORUS.) eel ~~ ET ~~ ~~ ’M A PEDAGOGUE. Copied by permission of Louis P. GouLLaup, 86 Tremont St., Boston, owner of the copyright. Music and words, 40 cents. in me you may behold a pedagogue, a pedagogue, ‘Who suffers woes untold, with never a ray of joy. I’m learned in Latin, and Greek I’m pat in, All Sanskrit to me is but A, B, C. Chaldean and Coptic are child’s play to me, All Arabic also, and Hindustanee. But all in vain, my suffering and my pain! In vain are all my skill and massive will, They go for nil, Never man with me can vie; Day and night my anguish makes me sigh and languish, Till I find that my mind reels. Oh, my! In vain are all my skill and massive will, They go for nil, Never man with me can vie; Day and night my anguish makes me sigh and languish, Till I find that my mind reels. Oh, my! My situation here’s a sinecure, a sinecure, A handsome sum a year is paid me for doing naught, My pupil’s employment is naught but enjoyment, Within any books he ne’er by chance looks, Plays cards night and day, too, goes back on his Plato, I fear I must say too, his elbow he crooks. Advice is thrown away on him I own. In vain are all my skill, etc. *Tis But a Little Faded Flower. Copied by permission of F'irru, Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright. *Tis but a little faded flower, But oh, how fondly dear; ’*T will bring me baci one golden hour, Through many a weary year; I may not to the world impart The secret of its power, But treasured in my inmost heart, I keep my faded flower. CxHorus—Tis but a little faded flower, But oh, how fondly dear; ’*T will bring me back one golden hour, Through many a weary year. Where is the heart that doth not keep, Within its inmost core, Some fond remembrance, hidden deep, Of days that are no more? Who hath not saved some trifling thing, More prized than jewels rare? A faded flower, a broken ring, A tress of golden hair? (CHorRvs.) f a ae BONNY ELOISE. Copied by permission of Wm. Hatt & Son, Music Publishers, New York, owners of the copyright. On, sweet is the vale where the Mohawk gently glides, On its clear winding way to the sea, And dearer than all storied streams,on earth besides, Is this bright rolling river to me, Cuorvus—But sweeter, dearer, yes, dearer far than these, Who charms when all others fail, Is blue-eyed, bonny, bonny Eloise, The belle of the Mohawk vale. Oh, sweet are the scenes of my boyhood’s sunny years, That bespangle the gay valley o’er, And dear are the friends seen thro’ memories fond tears, That have lived in the blest days of yore. (CHORUS.) Oh, sweet are the moments when dreaming I roam Through my loved haunts now mossy and gray; And dearer than all is my childhood’s hallow’d home, That is crumbling now slowly away. (CHoRUS.) THE SINGER’S: LIBRARY. WORDS TO REMEMBER. Copied by permission of E. H. Harprne, 229 Bowery, New York, owner , of the copyright. Musie and words, 10 cents. Words to remember are those that are spoken From lips that are breathing the tones of the heart, Cherish’d like vows that are not to be broken These from our memories ne’er should depart. The voice of the stranger may charm for a season, The song of the siren the momeuvt may please; But the words of a friend breathing love wed to reason, Words to remember and cherish are these. Words to remember are those that are plighted When young hearts are blending their earliest vows; For hearts like the flow’rs of spring may be blighted And drop like the blossoms that fell from the boughs; But time cannot alter the voice of affection, Though seasons may change both the flow’rs and the trees; For youthful love’s tones amid joy and dejection, Words to remember and cherish are these. Silvery Midnight Moon. Silvery midnight moon, Mother of all the bright stars, Follower of the day’s sun, Shine on, love watches afar. Tenderly sleep on the bank, Lovingly watch o’er the sea, Playfully cut:up your pranks, Guard o'er my dearest and me. Cxorvs - Silvery midnight moon, Mother of all the bright stars, Follower of the day’s sun, Shine on, love watches afar. Silvery thronelight moon, Nobler than e’en the bright sun, Cosily watching night’s noon, More light, thou say’st, I come, Foldingly clasped round the flowers, Stealingly list to love’s glee, Timefully counting life’s hours, Smile on my dearest and me. (CHORUS.) Silvery gliding moon, Nestled ’mongst diamonds bright, Smilingly ride on thy throne, Cerulean queen of the night. Soothingly sleep on the mound, Cheerfully sparkle the sea, Joyfully music resounds, Love’s eyes are looking at thee. (CHORUS.) THE WILD ROSE. Copied by permission of Firrx, Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright. Let others boast of flowers rare— I love the wild rose best, Her buds have nestled in thy hair, And trembled on thy breast; *Mid blossoms gay, whose anthers fling Their spray in golden streaks, My wild rose wears her wedding ring While blushes dye her cheeks! Cxorus—Let others boast of flowers rare, T love the wild rose best, Long may her blossoms deck thy hair And tremble on thy breast. My sweet red rose, Jong may you reign, Far from the crowded town; Fair mistress of thy wild domain, Queen of the damask crown! Bright youth must fade, and roses.die, As onward roll the years— | But mem'ry fond will linger by Love’s blushing souvenirs! (CHORUS.) ebay mE eee THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. | abs Marae ——— GOOD-BY, LINDA LOVE. Copied by permission of Frrta, Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright. *Twas down in Alabama State, Our little hut alone did stand; A wife, and little darkies eight, Composed our happy, happy band. We neber can forget, my lub, De happy hour when fust we met, Your voice was softer dan de dove, Your lips was sweeter, sweeter yet. Cuorus—Good-by, good-by, Linda lub! Oh! Linda, fare you well; My massa say 1’s getting old, Dis darkey he must seil. I ’member well dat happy morn, When Linda say ’twas me she lub; Dis darkey shellin’ massa’s corn, And she a-washing at de tub! I t’'ink wid joy upon de day, When her and I was both made one; I feel like ’coon in summer day, A sleeping dare, in de warm sun. (CHORUS.) We've watch’d de little gals and boys, A-running o’er de fields so green, A happier day of sweeter joys, Dis poor old darkey neber seen. A long farewell, my Linda dear, Our happiness am now all o’er! Come, Linda lub, den dry your tear; You'll neber, neber see me more, (CHORUS.) Come down by the Silvery Brook, Love. Copied by acces of Horacr Watrrs, Music Publisher, 481 Broadway, ew York, owner of the copyright. Hr—Come down by the silvery brook, love, - While the moon shines bright and fair, And I’ll weave in some shady nook, love, A wreath for your golden hair. Sur—Go, walk alone with your book, sir, Where the water-lilies grow; Vl not to the tell-tale brook, sir, For brooks can babble so. Botu—By the bending skies so blue, love, By yonder radiant star, My heart shall prove as true, love— Er—How odd these women are! Sue—How odd these young men are! SHE (with indifference)—Tra la la, etc. He—Then meet me down in the dell, love, ’Neath the shade of the chestnut tree; Where the rose, and the sweet blue-bell, love, Are blossoming for thee. SHe—A trysting-place ’neath the tree, sir, Ob, that would never do; For when you whisper to me, sir, The leaves keep whispering, too. Boru—By the bending skies, etc. Hz—Then meet me down by the church, love, Where the dark green ivy twines; Where the tasseled limbs of the bircl, love, Are bound by the clinging vines, Suz—Oh, not in that dismal place, sir, Where ghostly forms abide; But then it alvers the case, sir, If we meet with the priest inside. Boru—By the bending skies so blue, love, By yonder radiant star, Pll meet in the church with you, love— He—But I must ask my pa. Suz—But I must ask my ma. Sux (with indifference)—Tra la la, ete, Venema em cee ca cam amc ea ae ea eae eam cam ea ean a el el ee Se eee Happy be Thy Dreams. Copied by permission of Wm. Hatt & Son, 543 Broadway, New York owners of the copyright. Oh! happy, happy, happy, be thy dreams, Bright be the vision that before thee lies! Dream of the radiant hills and sunlit streams— Dream of the bright and blue unclouded skies! Sleep, for thy mother watches by thy side, O’er thee, unseen, the watchful spirits glide, Pure as the star that o’er thee mildly bearos; Oh! happy, happy, happy, be thy dreams! Oh! happy, happy be thy path in life, Long still thy mother’s tender love to share, Till heaven has called thee from this vale of strife, And pure bliss succeeds to worldly care; Then if the angels earthward turn their eyes, She will watch o'er thee from the radiant skies. Sleep while yon star still o’er thee mildly beams; Oh! happy, happy, happy be thy dreams! KINLOCK OF KINLOCK. Copied by permission of Firtx, Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, The murmuring streamlet runs clear through the vale, The primroses blow in the dew of the morning, And wild, scattered cowslips bedeck the green dale. But what can give pleasure? or what can seem fair? When lingering the moments are numbered by care? No birds sweetly singing nor flowers gayly springing, Can soothe the sad bosom of joyless despair. The deed that I dared, could it merit their malice, A king and a father to place on his throne? His right are these hills, and his right are these valleys, Where the wild beasts fini shelter, but I can find none. But ‘tis not my sufferings, thus wretched, forlorn, My brave, gallant friends! ’tis your ruin I mourn; Your faith proved so true in hot, bloody trial— Alas! I can make it no better return. (Written for the Srneer’s LrBrary.] NOBODY LOVES ME. By HARRY BURNS, Nobody loves me; I’m poor and unknown, Left here to suffer in silence, alone; Trouble and sorrow wherever I be; Nobody ever—ever thinks kindly of me. Blindly unheeding the world goes by, Leaving me lonely to wander and die, ° Over the earth like an outcast to roam— Unloved, uncared-for, no friends, or no home! Cuorus—Nobody loves me, nobody cares! Nobody seems to be heeding my prayers; Wherever I wander on land or on sea Outside of heaven, nobody loves me! Just like a rose that has faded away Life’s hopes have withered and gone to decay; Cold, unrelenting, this world seemis to be— Not even a bright spark of sunshine for me! Over, around me, aboye, cr below, Earth seems as cold as the white drifting snow; My heart, dark and cheerless, is aching with pain, And wishing for night, then for daylight again. (CHo.) Nobody loves me, but why should I care? All will be love, purest love Over There! Sadly we mourn when the world keeps us down— ‘Tis only a cross that will win us a crown. Only one kindly word and my heart leaps with joy, Bringing me sweet thoughts that no money can buy, But heavy and sad my hear! seems to be Whenever I think that nobody loves me! (CHORUS. ) oO ELLEN BAYNE. owners of the copyright. Soft be thy slumbers, Rude cares depart, Visions in numbers Cheer thy young heart; Dream on while bright hours And fond hopes remain, Blooming like smiling bow’rs, For thee, Ellen Bayne. CHorus --Gentle slumbers o’er thee glide, Dreams of beauty ‘round thee hide, While I linger by thy side, Sweet Elien Bayne. Dream not in anguish, Dream not in fear, Love shall not languish, Fond ones are near; Sleeping or waking, In pleasure or pain, Loving hearts shall beat for thee, Sweet Ellen Bayne. (CHoRUS.) Scenes that have vanished Smile on thee now, Pleasures once banished Play ’round thy brow; Forms long departed Greet thee again, Soothing thy dreaming heart, Sweet Ellen Bayne, (CHoRUS.) [Written for the Srivcrr’s Liprary.] I PRIZE THIS LITTLE TRESS. Inscribed to B. W. By Harry Burns. We parted here; ’twas long ago, But still sweet thoughts remain; Your pretty face and winning ways They haunt me o’er again. Tho’ many days have passed away; My heart will pray—God bless! And when your hair is turning gray Pll prize this little tress. Cuorus—We parted here; ’twas long ago; But still sweet thoughts remain; Your pretty face and winning ways They haunt me o’er again! I often sit in silent pain Beneath that same old tree, When you once gave, with honest love, This little tress to me. I place it sadly o'er my heart, With gentle sweet caress, And- while the tears are flowing down, I prize this little tress. (CHORUS.) How quickly, then, the moments flew Without a single tear; While gazing in your eyes of blue My darling Bessie, dear! With sweetest thoughts it fills my soul With love and happiness, And as the years do backward roll, I prize this little tress, (CHorvs.) There’s only one fond wish remains Within my heart to-night, That we may meet in heaven’s home So beautiful and bright; And only when life’s trouble’s past This token I possess, Will ever lose its sacred trust-— 1 prize this little tress. (CHorvus.) TSS a oe lt Copied by permission of Firru, Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, New York, We'll Meet in Heaven, Father. Copied by permission of Firtn, Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright. When sunset, from the golden west, Smiled forth its parting ray, Impatient beat a little heart, To leave its prison clay. A father bent above his child, Tears fell like summer rain, His heart with grief was throbbing wild, But ah! ‘twas all in vainy For death had marked that little one, And with his arrow bright, Had loosed him from his bands of clay, And winged him for the flight. The father’s heart was well-nigh broke, To see his darling boy Lie moaning on a bed of pain, He was his orily joy. For other little feet that came To meet him at the door, Were sleeping where the summer flowers The greensward dotted o’er; And now this idol of bis heart Was passing from his sight, And sad and gloomy was the day, Without one gleam of light. But softly spoke the dying boy, A smile was on his cheek; *“* Good-by, dear father, weep no more, But listen while I speak: Mamma bas come for me to-night, I must no ionger stay; She holds for me a shining crown, And beckons me away — Earth’s hours are swiftly passing hours, Grief comes like summer rain, And soon, in heaven's unfading bowers, We all shall meet again.” The father felt the soft reproof, And stayed_the falling tears; That one sweet thought is with him now, In all his fleeting years. It cheers his lonely path of life, It brightens every gloom, The loved ones wait upon the shore, To give him welcome home; He looks afar across the tide, To that sweet promise given, Of happy meetings, ne’er to part, Reunions sweet, in heaven. Some One to Love. Some one to love in this wide world of sorrow; Some one whose smile will efface the sad tear; Some one to welcome the light of to-morrow; Some one to share it when sunshine is here, Oh, the world is a desert amid all its pleasures, And life seems bereft of the only true zest, If we fail in possessing, with all its proud treasures, The best of all blessings, some dear kindred breast. CHORUS. Some one to love in this wide world of sorrow; Some one whose smile will efface the sad tear; Some one to welcome the light of to-morrow; Some one to share it when sunshine is here. Some one to love whose affection will cherish The sweet bud of hope when ’tis blighted with care; Some faithful beart that will ne’er let it perish, By sinking forever in depths of despair. -Tis an angelic radiance, a beacon to guide us, Resembling those lamps that are shining above; Tis a guardian‘ from heaven, a light to decide us, Teaching us wisdom in lessons of love. (CHorRuS.) oe THE -SINGER’S:; LIBRARY. per ae eee LES SER RO aa aoe seer econo an aman aaa oo The Light of Other Days. Copied by permission of Firta, Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright. The light of other days is faded, And all their glories past, For grief with heavy wing hath shaded The hopes too bright to last. The world which morning’s mantle clouded, Shines forth with purer rays; But the heart ne’er feels in sorrow shrouded, The light of other days. -The leaf which autumn tempests wither, The birds which then take wing, ‘When winter’s winds are past, come hither To welcome back the spring. The very ivy on the ruin, In gloom full life displays; But the heart alone sees no renewing, The light of other days. The Sea, the Sea, the Open Sea. The sea, the sea, the open sea, The blue, the fresh, the ever free; Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth’s wide region round; It plays with the clouds, it mocks the skies, Or like a cradled creature lies; I’m on the sea, I’m on the sea, I am where I would ever be, With the blue above, and the blue below, And silence wheresoe’er I go; If a storm should come and awake the deep, What matter? I shall ride and sleep. I love, oh, how I love to ride On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide, Where every mad wave drowns the moon, And whistles aloft its tempest tune, And tells how goeth the world below, And why the south-west wind doth blow; I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more, And backward flew to her billowy breast, Like a bird that seeketh her mother’s nest; And a mother she was and is to me, For I was born on the open sea. The waves were white, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born; : The whale it whistled, the porpoise rolled, And the dolphins bared their backs of gold; And never was heard such an outcry wild, As welcomed to life the ocean child; I have lived, since then, in calm and strife, Full fifty summers, a rover’s life, With wealth to spend, and a power to range, But never have sought or sighed for change; And death, whenever he comes to me, Shall come on the wide, unbounded sea. THE ZINGARINA. Copied by permission of re Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, N. Y., owners f the copyright. Far from our mountains, roving away, Cheer me, oh, cheer me, with some old lay; In the shade resting, sweet Zingarina, Oh! let soft music gladden the scene, Sing me the song so dear in our childhood, While I beat time with my gay tambourine, Though doomed to wander over the world wide, I will not sorrow when by thy side. Like a bird warbling, sweet Zingarina, Thy lay hath cheered me through every scene; Oh, sing the song so dear in our childhood, While I beat time with my gay tambourine. IF IS THE’ SINGER’S LIBRARY. \ RRR RRR RRA RRR I See Her Still in My Dreams. Copied by permission of Firta, Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright. While the flowers bloom in gladness, And spring-birds rejoice, There’s a void, in our household, Of one gentle voice; The form of a loved one Hath passed from the light, But the sound of her footfall Returns with the night; For I see her still in my dreams, I see her still in my dreams; Though the light has departed From the meadows and the streams, I see her still in my dreams. Though her voice, once familiar, Hath gone from the day, And her smiles from the sunlight Have faded away— Though I wake toa scene Now deserted and bleak, In my vision I find The lost form that I seek; For I see her still in my dreams, I see her still in my dreams; Thouch her smiles have departed From the meadows and the streams, I see her still in my dreams, ie tat cack Jennie With Her Bonnie Blue H’e I strolled on the banks of the bright rolling Tweed, The birds gayly singing, the herds on the mead; All nature is smiling, all happy but me, For one‘is still wanting, ah! who can that be? T’ve wealth and I’ve rank, I have parks and I’ve hounds, Tve lawns and I’ve deer, [ have mansion and grounds; But all these without her, what are they to me? I miss my dear Jennie, with her bonnie blue e’e. Cxuorus—But all these without her, What are they to me? I miss my dear Jennie, With her bonnie blue e’e. Her eyes softly beaming with joy and with love, So gentle, so placid, and kind as a dove, Her voice so melodious, ’tis music to hear, She’s all I can wish for, and all I hold dear. You may talk of your wealth, but riches take wing, And leave you alone, with adversity’s sting; But what can be richer, more charming to me, Than Jennie’s sweet warbling, and her bonnie blue e’e? CxHorus—But what can be richer, More charming to me, Than Jennie’s sweet warbling, And her bonnie blue e’e? —_—_—_— Brightly O’er Lake and Shore. Copied by permission of Frrr, Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, New York, owners Of the copyright. Brightly o’er lake and shore Hesper is glowing; Fair is the soft breeze, O’er the wave blowing; Bless thou our homeward bark, Sweet grace bestowing, Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia, Dear ones await us, All fears discarding; Oh, shield them ever, All perils warding; Still gently leading, Still kindly guarding, ST eS ESO ~ Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia. x pa pps ae =o 3 Rhee gag merged aia. + ; . / f ~ The Long, Long, Weary Day. Copied by permission of Mier & Bracram, Music Publishers, Baltimore, Md., owners of the copyright. The long, long, weary day Is passed in tears away, And still at evening I am weeping; When from my window’s hight, I look out on the night, I still am weeping, My lone watch keeping. When I, his truth to prove, Would trifle with my love, He’d say: ‘‘ For me thou shalt be weeping; When, at some future day, I shall be far away, Thou shalt be weeping, Thy lone watch keeping.” E Alas! if land or sea Had parted him from me, I would not these sad tears be weeping; But hope he’d come once more, And love me as before, And say: ‘‘Cease weeping, Thy lone watch keeping.” But he is dead and gone, ‘Whose heart was mine alone, And now for him I’m ever weeping; His face I ne’er shall see, * And naught is left to me, But bitter weeping, My lone watch keeping. Farewell, Sweet Mother. Copied by permission of Firra, Pond & Co., 547 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright. Farewell, sweet mother, ‘Weep not, weep not now for me, Though my soul must wander hither, , . Weep not, mother, now for me; Soon, with an angel band, I will wander, hand in hand To a fair and radiant land, Where I will wait for thee. 7 Farewell, sweet mother, Weep not, weep not now for me, Though my soul must wander hither, Weep not, mother, now for me. Farewell, sweet mother, Every night I’ve dreamed of thee, And thy voice was soft and gentle, Saying pleasant things to me; While you these vigils keep, Now I lay me down to sleep. Mother, tell me why you weep, Oh! weep not now for me, Farewell, sweet mother, Weep not, weep not now for me, Though my soul must wander hither, Weep not, mother, now for me. What Fairylike Music. What fairylike music steals over the sea, Entrancing the senses with charm’d melody? Tis the voice of the mermaid that floats o’er the main, As she mingles her song with the gondolier’s strain! The winds are all hush’d and the waters at rest, They sleep like the passions in infancy’s breast; Till storms shall unchain them, from out their dark cave, And break the repose of the soul and the wave. NN eels THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. 413 Oh! If I Had Some One to Love Me. Copied by permission of Firrn, Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright. Oh, if I had some one to love me, My trials and troubles to share; One who would love and never reprove me, But lighten my heart of its care; Ob, if I had some one to love me, To bless and to comfort me too, The moon and the stars that’s above me, Would add to my happiness too. For it’s loving that blesses creation— It is love that makes nature sublime; No matter how lofty the station, To love is a feeling divine. Cxorvus—Oh, if I had some one to love me, If I had some one to love, Oh, if I had some one to love me, Some one to love. Oh, if I had some one to love me, Creation more lovely would seem, The flowers, as they perfume around me, Would bless and enliven the scene. Oh, if I had some one to love me, Whose soul I could really call mine, I would bless all the kind powers above me, And think that my life was sublime. For it’s loving that blesses creation, It is love that makes nature sublime, No matter how lofty the station, To love is a feeling divine. (CHORUS.) [Written for the Sincrr’s Liprary.] “O’Rooney, You're the Stuff!” BY “‘ KID KLYDE.” Oh, here I stand before ye now; O’Rooney is me name; I lately left Ould Erin’s shore . An’ cross’d the ragin’ main. The first day that I came on land I stroll’d upon the street, The b’ys all seem’d to know me well; Yes, ivery wan I’d meet. They all w’u’d take me by me hand, Begob, they’d shake it rough, An’ wink their eye as they w’u’d cry— “O’Rooney, you're thé stuff!” CHorvus—Och, begob! I can’t understand The meanin’ ov their horrid slang! The dashing belle, the foppish swell, The rowdy, an’ the rough, All loudly cry, as I pass by: “‘OQ’Rooney, you're the stuff!” Altho’ it is but a short time Since I came in this town, The name ov Terry O’Rooney Has gain’d quite a renown. The ghurls all sweetly smile on me, An’ make some soft remark Which sinds sly Cupid’s arrow Right straight into me heart. But if I ask to walk wid thim, They’ll blush sweetly enough, An’ softly say, in a sly way— “ O’Rooney, you're the stuff!” Me presence is hailed on the street By the b’ys wid delight— They follow me about the town An’ niver lose me sight; An’ if I go in a saloon They all will rush right in An’ order up their beer an’ rum, Cocktails, cigars an’ gin; Thin they will make me pay the bill:— I tell you, it is tough! ; Av’ loudly shout whin I go out— “O’Rooney, you’re the stuff!” (CHoRUS.) (CHORUS. ) SS Ee ——————————eeeeeroOowr rr Oo OOO 0 eo a Te i eh a Serres eet ti TS ——ee—eeeeeuc>“0 00 —,0_0”0000000 O—oOeeEE—eoeeeleeee Beadle’s Half:Dime Singer's Library. a ey Contents of No. 1. an aly Gabriel, lang syne, aig Gan coming, Barbara Allan, Billy Larkin. Some, gang awa’ wi’ me, Sheer, 8, cheer, *Clicquo’ Co-ca-che- fink “Crooked whisky!” Call a when breakfast is rea ona and English, eS and happy, -la, Heather Jock, I knew that Iwas dreaming, I muse on thee, Johnny, » you've been a bad boy, Juliana Jones, Jim, the carter lad, Let the girls alone, Landlord, fill your flowing bowl, Land of mh birth, Lord Miss Grubava boarding house, My pretty red rose, Molly Bawn, Poor Jack, Pull down your vest, Put me in jee little bed, Rose of Killari ney; Roll out! heave dat cotton, shine vine Sharle; ey, See that my tact ‘3 kept green, Sweet by an by Son of a rane ier, Sing, birdie, sing, Ten minutes too late, ee ae in the moon Is looking, *$ "twit Per stools a man goes to Chey all do it, Che railroad engineer's song, Che nightingale’s trill, Chey borrow, but never return, Che butcher boy, The hazel dell, fhe canes gl Tom Bowlt Che intdnight bugle, The tempest, The drouksxt’s raggit wean! fwinkling stars, Che Marseilles hymn, Che old English squire, Jnder the Salem she’s sleeping, ‘Vhoa, Emma (new version), Whoa, Emma (original erations Why can’t I have a beau? Waiting for p: ere: Who will care for mother now? Contents of No. 2. en 1 mochree, motto for every man, wabylon is fallen, penne ORE Bitter be Beside the | sweet Shannon. Captain Cuff, Constantinopt e, pentane Spike of the musketeers Captain J Dandy Pat, Dandy barber Joe, Gentle Jennie Gray, George oaeaEne McKeown, Home a ees Her br ight smile haunts mo still, I’m looking at you now, I know when I’ve enough, I’m lonely since my ‘mother died, Pm a b’hoy, gon Snes mmy’s wooing, Limburger sheese, Little waxed mustache, My vife is so any, thin, May the best man win. Noa, the a eidesc of Kildare, One by one they crossed the vive Pull ‘down the blind, aiult dat ticklin’ me, binson, pay oes acaae, Lulla anys “weet vision of childhood, Shall we ever meet again? Single blessedness a fib, fhe fields of home, nee ps eae of the Came-on The style in which it’s done, Lhe five cent shave, fne merry widow, The Donegan light guard, Che pilot. Ihe cracksman’s chant, Take it, Bob, The heathen Chinee, ae cork leg, te en ‘Ss aeerd 7] way, The oe ae ae Mo’s, The steam _ The apart g soltaire, | gnele Tom’s lament, ie ne doing, Dias ts to fly, Vieni a ia of What w were all the wore na without ‘ou sais me lay i get more | a every FIFTY OR MORE SONGS Contents of No 3 A national song, one Robin Hood, an_O’Lynn. ily Grimes the rover, eae le, cackle, a Coaxing witha es 88, Camptown race: Father will settle the bill, Good-by, Joh God bless the Tittle church, etc. Hildebrandt Montrose, He isn’t as rich as he used to be, He was such a nice young man, Human nature, Hail to the chief, I do feel so awfully loose, Is a any such place? {t’s nice, [ll be watching for you at, etc. {t’s naughty, but it’s nice, I love my native land, I’m in it, Juanita, Lager beer song, Little maid of Arcadee, Mary McGinnis, Mary of the wild moor, Massa’s in de cold ground, Mine host! mine host! come, etc. My brudder gum, Mary Avourneen, Nancy Lee, Never despair. Our army and navy of blue, Only a flower there, Old folks at home, Peter pe nae dom ae apa says I may, 4 Red, api ite blue, Sing! sing! sing: Bong of the pocamcetee: ee dhe shillelah, Ss) we know each other there? I'he Gainsboro’ hat, Terrance Muldoon, The flreman’s boy, The summer of love, The runaway mare, The roast beef of old E England, The timid awkward squad! The boulevard, The low back’d car, The Campbells are comin’, The Yankee boy, The fighting dog, The brave old oak, The planes: When the rere | _ asleep, Wake! Dinah, wa Why have my lower ones gone? Whisper it softly, Yankee ship, and a Yankee crew, Contents of No. 4. After toiling cometh rest, A starry night for a ramble, Adventures of Robinson Crusoe, Auld Robin Gray, Broadway promenade, Bashful youn; Be pine’ a violets Bob ley. Down aie eae lane she goes Darling old stick, ‘Hifth avenue George, Pe Few days, Caded ‘flowers. od-by, Charlie, Good-by till ig. seo you again, Hail, Columbia, Homie, sv Boeck home, in her “ little bed” we laid her, Iam waiting, Essie dear, “T cannot sing the old songs,” Johnny Morgan Little green vail, Looking back, Lather and shave, Nelly was a | aay. Oh! you pretty lue-eyed witch, “Our boys, old Bosth the Beau, Over the left, Pop goes the weasel, Par excellence, “Put ie brake on when, etc. Row, r Rory o nToore, Rosa Lee, Ridin’ in’a railroad keer, Spaae moselle, ighing with my girl, ring, gentle spring, sta ar-s; angled banner, The king of EEE D The ocean burial, The Brooklyn fire, The miller of the dee, The minute an at sea, Che other side of Jordan, a aoe Sakon bucket which gin the we The: rollicking mies There are kisses Waiting for me, The monks of old, The fine old English gentleman, The fine old Dutch gentleman, The fine old [rish agents The spider and the “There’s ee paldebas like _ BUCCESS, The Styli ish eas i girl, The s servant ee isla rex a iow ng! nee miss thon water, ate! IN Contents of No. 5 Annie Laurie, A sailor’s life for me, Answer to Kate Kearney, A bit of my mind, A thousand a year, Buttercups and daisies, aay was a sailor’s bride, Battle of the eset Be sure you’re ight, ete Be kind to thy fat erand mother, Come to the ole sum tree, Call her back and kiss her, Come where the moonbeams, etc. Don’t marry your mother-in-law, Eulalie, Flow pont sweet Afton, Fair abelle, ood news from home. fentle Annie, taunting eyes. e led her to the altar, ll strike you with a feather, Isle of beauty, [never refuse, Jocky hat and feather, Jeannette and Jeannot, amie! Kitty Kimo, Kate Kearney, Lord Bateman and fair Sophia, My heart’s in the Highlands, My dear old mother, My eye and Betty Martin, No one to love, Our laddie’s dead, Jem,” Oh! I shall call dada, Rather too “heavy” for me, sleeping: [I dreamed, love, ird of eae saree TOO on aH ae as poridling Piper *Heldeaiét, ra Sh: Oy: Sword of Bunker Hill, Since Terry first joined the gang, “Strike the iron while it’s hot.’ The star that leads to thee, The household clock, Tilda Horn, *Twas like a spirit’s sigh, ’Twas rank and fame, The answer, The way to be happy, The pirate’s serenade, The belle of the ball, The sweet, sunny smile, ete. Ten o’elock ; or, remember, ete. The sea king’: 3 burial, The old man’s got to go, To the love of my youth, etc. True blue, and seventy-two, Buea ago, Uncle Woodman, spare that tree, Contents of No. 6. “A lock of my, mother’s hair,” Alas! my love’s away, ‘Answer to a thousand a year, Away down East, A life on the ocean wave, Ada, with the golden hair, Ben Bolt, By the sad sea-waves BOW eyes has that little maid- Basé -ball,! Boscneal dreamer, Boy with the auburn hair, Clear the way, Castles in the air, epee mother, I’vé come home to AMWoOoQ Don't you dare to kiss me, Joe! Evangeline, Finigan’s wake, “Free and easy,” George, the charmer, Her DECHY smiling face, [ want to go home to mamma! I wish I was in Dixie’s land, I’ve only been down to the club, I wey don’t think I shall “John Barleycorn is a aero Keep on kissing me, Kic “ald, a man when he’s down, Katy did, Katy didn’t, | Kind and true. Lanigan’s ball, Mulecahy’s home again, Miss Malony’s ball, My love is still the same, Worry little birds are we, Nelly Gray, Nelly Bly, Never venture, never win: Over the mountain, Oh, merry hours! Poor June Poor old slave, Roger O'Malley, Rock me to sleep, mother, ears stars are softly ‘gleam- in; sing ‘of fara Alpen, Sweet long “The scam ; The little b Maen Ape eet girl that’s out, The pa gay Saco The female sm ugpler “Onso a love,” yesets le Joe, Victorine, Wait "til the moonlight falls on the water, EACH ISSUE. Contents of No. 7, Annie of the vale, Awfully awful, America, Am eriontl vocal mselody, Bathing in the surf, Bear it like a man, Crazy Jane, Come, maiden, with me, Dat’s der kind of mans I am, Dreaming and rifting, Every inch a sailor, reese the ptitidie, birdie, Dar- | Ho Buows how to do it, I eee you'll be true to me, I Poe the winning hand, FE ne pe se you in my pray- Jereniate blow the fire, Little diamond dewdrop, Like a Turk! mee dear, ’'m thinking of ou, My pretty little blonde, Marriage bells, Mr. Finagan, Never push a man because he’s of ng, down the hill, George! beautiful George! Oni g I’m going home, Pall asa Gard “Pul ing ard against pretty iHitle primrose, Remember you have children of your own. Spooning on the sands, Speak to me, speak, 5 ick to your trade ‘and be true, The belle of Rockaway, That’s the style for me, boys, Taffy was a Welshman, Take this letter to my mother, The blonde that never dyes, Tassels on the boots, The big sunflower, The rollicking rams, The Mulligan guard, The blue and the gray, Take your coat up to your unclé, The old folks are gone, The little ones at home, The belle of Pleasure bay, Uncle Sam’s farm Winter—sleigh -bell song, What is home without a mother, Wait for the wagon, Would you if you were me? Widow Machree, the Contents of No. 8. Awfully fly, “ Ain’t you awful,” Brother’s fainting at the door, Bobbin’ around, Coe sit by my side, little dar- Call me your darling again, Come back to Erin,” Dot German band, Dat yey, old nigger pals Don't by up Good- lovely ean Happy Ftezekiah He isn’t.a marrying man, [ll speak to you gladly again, I’m going home to Dixie, Isn’t he a darling? Jordan is a hard road to travel, Killarney, Clyde, Little more cider, La-de-da-de Micks, Minnie Dear, Mu!doon, the solid man, My own, my guiding star, My gal, Hanna, Minnie Roo My little wife ashore, Nobody’s darling but mine, Old Black Joe, Our girls, Ont: speak kindly to me, On the beach at Lon, Branch, “Oh wouid I were a bird!” Our captain’s last words, One hundred years, Pat Roach at the play, Row, row your boat, Schaky Gratzenstein The finest police in the world! That’s the proper caper, The teetotal society, The candidate for alderman, The young widow, The little ones asleep, The city boliceman, Tra-la-la, eh The belle of the day, The dear little shamrock, There is no harm in kissing, The Irish emigrant’s lament, The harp and sword of Erin, Those dark eyes, Up with the lark in the morning, | Uncle Pomp’s Penney CE Jeremia Wait for the SnSaT * the tide, Willie, we have missed you When the blossoms are white in the orchard, When Brown comes rolling home, Would I were with thee, Young fellah, you’re too fresh, "Sold by all wowadelors ve ents each; oF en, port pai, to any address, on receipt of six cents per copy. _SEADLE. o ADAMS, [ee a8 ie Contents of No, 9. Brother, tell me of the battle, By de light of de moon, Balm oft Gilead, Casey’s whisky, Come home, father, Chickabiddy, Dear old nore Dermot Astore, De ole corn mill, “De bad Bob Lee,” , “Davy Jones,” Ejly Echoes. fiver of thee, Evenin oat Fat Mic Fritz, yi ie sets alleweil! Good- ight, Hark! [hear an angel sing, Hold the fort, [ll meet you on Broadway, I miss thee so, I wouldn’t if I could, Kiss me again, Katy Darling, Kafoozleum, Katie Lee and Willie Gray. Kitty McGee, Keep a ittle corner in yoar heart for ead on a aleeayy Lora Vale, My sweet f Polyqwoe, Merit commands sucess, My own Beare land, My, sweet girl Not before Pa, dear, Our Mary Ann. e Oh, tet him rest, Pretty Jemima, don’t say no, Playing in the hay, Shy young girl; ae Du-da, da. She was clerk ina poney: store, ea Dinkelspiel, Still I love thee, Shells of the ocean, The Hills of New England, Pe eone, he Mone, a nappy. life, The on the wire, The bell goes a- nee for, ete. The old folks we loved long ago, The bashful gir), The gallant brigade! The fellar that looks like me, The bird son; ngs The diamond ring, The old farm house. The old si y ground, Upina zele fen, thé Yankee, whet to me often, darling, When the little birds are estes ing in the Whisky, you’re the ‘aivil, When Johny comes marching ete Will a mon ey ci a tree? Yeur pocket-book is your, ete, Contents of No, 10. A merry Cree gir} again, Baby’s got a too’ Silly Johnson’s ball, | Breoze of the mE, | Colleen Avarr: | Coming Ome eho, the bala: | De gospel car, “Douglas tender and true,” Dark-eyed Norina, | Dutch onion vender, Down the river, villeen Allanna, _E Pluribus Unum ‘arewell song of Hnoch Arden, from Madison to Union Square, te of a oe py-go-lue! na such a lovely waltzer! Bee front name is “ Hannar,” Have you seen my sister? ’m the governor’s son, t’s funny when you feel, etc. mm ee tbee in sorrow, etc. Jack’s y Kissing in the moonlight, Kiss me quick and go, ‘Little panes e Lilly Dal Little Nanie Let me kiss bim for his moter) Little Maggie May, Minnie Clyde, way ot ‘Nay Wetle Mollie Malone, Masale a By my a side, Pretty blue- as belle, Rather too old for me, Susan pan er ely She’s han eis as a rose, The Hoolahan musketeers! “That’s what our papers say,” The door ajar, | au irl across the wa: sherman’s daugh re |The lakeside shore, The Brave or Bonaparte, ee Is, ‘he Newfoundland dog, The lass that loves a sailor, eae! pe last, a y don’t you’ ae — oe What care Phow she be? Walkin; own ‘Broadway, Sieeegectees © a e ere’s a will ‘8, ete. Willen roam no ‘ae : ‘William Street. N. ¥ 5 g =O 5 #3 yY 7° 7 a Half-Dime Singer's Library. bE <¢ Beadle’s Contents of No. 11. Alma Mater O, All for her, An answer to “grease the grid- dle, Birdie Darling, Angels whisper, Baby mine; or, thesailor’s wife, Brig t-eyed Little Nell of, etc. Blind Orphan boy’s lament, Commence, you darkies all, Cushlamachree. “Don’t forget the old folks,” Don’t make a noise or else, etc.. Darby M’Guire, Eileen Mavrone, Farewell, Kathleen, Guess what it is you can have it, Happy are we to-night, Till meet oy in the park, Icare not _how fortune may vary Juliana Phebiana Constantina rown, Live in my heart and pay no, etc. Let me dream again, y fan, New England, Nora M’Shane, Oh! Erin, my country, Old Grimes, Oh, see dat angel band, Over the river, Obey! obey! obey! Oh! Joe, Oh ye tears, Put by for a rainy day, a thro’ the town, Say one little prayer in your, etc. She’s a wink and a smile that charms me! Stand Se the poor, Silver threads among the gold. She suits me, down to the ground The lone fish-ball, The big bonanza, True to the core, The post-boy’s song, “The thin man,” The good cigar, The convivial man, The buckles on her shoes, “ That gal o’ mine,” The tar’s farewell, The boys of Kilkenny, The last rose of summer, The age of progress, The emigrant’s farewell, Upsidé down, Virginia Belle, ‘When these old clothes were new Who’ll have me? When I took our Nance to church We'd better bide a wee, ‘We stand here united, “Yes, or no.” Contents of No, 12. A warrior bold, Ask me not why; or, the daughter of the regiment, Billy Barlow, - “Billiards and pool,” Comin’ thro’ the rye, Sane in the dreamy waltz, Dot leedle sofa, Gum-tree canoe, Glad to get home, Gal from the South, ve over, John, Glory hally, hallelujah; or, the John Brown Song, Gipsy Davy. " “Happy dreams of you, Hip, hurrah! hip, hurrah! Inever loved before. “Tm what you call a military ‘an, Sates not a man by his cloth- ng, Janet’s choice, Johnny Sands, » “Tittle mountain daisy, Little Rosebud, Love enol the roses, ngs, Meet meat the lane, My father sould charcoal, My son Charley, y latest captivation, No letter yet for me. No smoking allowed, id Noah, He did build an ark, Oh! I’se so wicked! “Pull slow and steady, Dore Pee have you a letter for me; Revelry of the dying, Song of the butterfly, She’s a gal o’ mine, The moss trooper, The rocky road to Dublin The hero of the ring! : aay 0. The light in the window, There are friends that we never orge’ The fairy queen, ecan’t do without the merry chink, chink, chink! it peso wiggle so? earing of the green, eo are out on the ocean sail- : 0 ‘ eu the water-lilies grow, : e will hold our o | Winking atme, Contents of No 138. Blue glass, | Come sit by my side, little, etc. Come into the garden, Maud, Colinette, Charlie de Rogers, Do not heed her warning, Erin is my country, Farewell, darlin | He kissed her and she kissed him, His deeds be forgotten, | Irish Molly, O, | I think of old Ireland wherever I go, I thought’she was an angel, It’s just my ae 1 wish he would decide, mamma, I want to go home, Kiss me! would you, “Keep studving,” Limerick races, My rattling mare and I, Never go back on your friend, Oh! Susannah, Our grandfathers’ days Oh, Barney avourneen, {will let you in, Polly Perkins of Washington, etc “Rival frogs,” St. Patrick’s day, Sometimes, She tossed her curls at me, Sweet love, when you are near, Still so gently o’er me stealing, See that my nose is kept red, The rollicking Irishman, The swell of the day, The black Hussars, The hat my father wore, That’s where you make the, etc. The Gipsy’s warning, The Italian guinea-pig boy, Toss the Turk, The modern belle, « The American boy, The Irish jaunting car, The dearest spot of earth, Tapping at the coon gate, The land of St. Patrick forever, The Waterford boys, Then you'll remember me, The kiss in the street, The dear little damsel, The harp that once thro’ Tara’s alls, *Tis home where’er the heart is, The dying Californian, Thou hast wounded the spirit, “The colored waiters,” The Dutch drum major, Vive la Bacchanal, We met by chance, Yankee doodle, “You’ll sometimes think of me.” Contents of No. 14. All’s for the best, All round my hat, Brace up, Cottage by the sea, Don’t let the roses listen, Don’t be angry, mother, Every household has its angel, Five o’clock in the morning, Fill the cup, all jolly fellows, Grandmother told me so, In this beautiful land of my, etc. I'd rather be a violet, I’m sure that I could do it, Iam not angry, I'd be a Gipsy, I dreamed my boy was home, etc .1’m o’er young to marry yet, Jenny Brown and I, Johny was a shoemaker, Look before leaping, Letting the old cat die! nes Ong ago, My old Kentucky home, etc. poor dog Tray, aggie’s secret, Married soon we'll be, My a with the calico dress, My home in Kentucky, Never desert a friend, Old dog Tray, Old dog are No. 2. One sweet little wish, darling, Oh! take me to thy heart again, Our toast! Red, white and blue, Row, row, brothers, row, See if I'd get mad, Star of the twilight, Sea waves, She reigns alone, Stuffed goose, Tapping at the window, The ribboa of blue, There’s magic in your kiss, The farmer’s daughter, The Canadian boat song, The Glendy Burk, They say I’m a very tough man! The farmer sat in his easy-chair, The pee an of freedom, The Carbineer, We'd better be happy than rich! We all are growing old, What the papers say, What will Mrs. Grundy say? What are the wild waves saying? We can’t agree, We are growing old together, Willie’s on the Oe een We are coming, sis D We'll have a little dance to-night, 3. You've been a friend to me, You are an awful tease! Soa Sold by all newsdealers, five cents each; or sent, post-paid, to an; Aman’s a man for a’ that, Afloat on the ocean, Are thy dreams of me? A parody on Uncle Sam’s farm, A wet sheet and a flowing sea, Behind the scenes, Bingen on the Rhine, Call me not back from the echo- less shore, | Cease thy weeping, sadden’d, etc. | Come sing to me ‘ain, Come where my love lies, etc., Cruiskeen lawn, Dare-devil Dick, Do a good turn when you.can, Do they miss me at home? Ettie May, Get your head above the crowd! Give me the girl that is tender and true! Happy little violets, Harp of the wild wind, He had such taking ways, wish I was in Dixie, No. 2, “ Mollie Saran My mother’s Bible, Nora darling, Oh, whistle and I’ll come to you, Poor child of the drunkard, Ring the bell, watchman, Soda water, Romane Co love me, s TLE the winter, Tapioca, Take them away, they’ll drive zy! me cra ay. Teddy O’Neale, “The royal blue,” ‘fhe moonbeam is kissing the. 2te The farmer’s boy, The young recruit, The Gay. side of life, Thady O’Flinn, The Indian hunter, That soft, sweet waltz, The Indian warrior’s grave, The mother’s prayer, The blue Juniata, The little old woman, The way my daddy went: Too late to go to church, Tramp! tramp! tramp! Under the Starlight, Unfurl the glorious banner, Washington, star of the West, We all get jolly as the night, etc. We miss thee at home, We were boys and girls together, When my ship comes in, When you wash a nigger white, What the old cock sparrow. said, When the milk goes around, Whoa, Charley. Contents of No. 16. Alice Gray, A national song, A national song, A twilight fancy, Barney O’Hea, Banks of the old Mohawk, Bonnie Jamie, Bold privateer, Bonny Jean, Comrades, touch the elbow, Come to me quickly, my darling, Darling Nelly Moore, Darling Rosabel, Dear little colleen, Down by the old mill stream, Fancy little step, Follow the drum Give me a grip of your hand, Heather Dale. T’d choose to be a daisy, T’ll be a rambler no more, ll wait at the gate for thee, T’ll hang my harp on a, etc. In this wheat by and by, Indian hunter, Is that mother bending o’er me? Ishouldn’t like to tell, Johnny is gone for a soldier, Linda’s gone to Baltimore, Listen, dear Fanny, Life is like a game of see-saw, Look always on the sunny side, Mabel Clare, Must we then meet as strangers? My dark-eyed Southern queen, My prandmothers advice, My heart’s in old Ireland, Nancy Fat, Oh, send me one flower from, etc Old K. Y. Ky., Old sideling hill, Or any other gal, Pat Malloy, Remembered still, Serepods: is waiting for some- ody, Song of the sexton, Sweet Evelina, The agony column, The old cabin home. The unfortunate tailor, The scientific frog, The old brown cot, The American girl, Uncle Tim, the r, Weep, Eom Dars oP We are all so fond of kissing, When Charley’s in the box, When the roses bloom, ‘Will. mother know me in the sky Zekel and Hulda. ee o ‘ The v. You may i ton FIFTY OR MORE SONGS IN EACH ISSUE. ’ Contents of No. 15. Contents of No. 17. Adream of love, Be kind to each other, Come sit thee down, Comic Katee Darling, Cora Lee, 2 Comic parody, Darling Jenny Bell, Dot holly-tree oudt, Give ‘eni string and let °em went Go it while you’re young, Hoop de do di dum, | I don’t have to.” | Lhave something sweet to tell ou, Ihave no mother, now, Til bet you’d like to know, I'm dene mad, I wandered by the brookside, John Jones, J oe look at that, just look at bi iS, Kathleen Mavourneen, Lillie Bell, Little Katy, or hot corn, Little Mollie Brown, ay Aileen, My dearest heart, My love, he is a sailleur boy. My mother dear, Nancy Lee, Nancy Belt, or old pine tree, Near the little cottage door, Oh! Marigold. Oh' the sea, the sea, Oh: scorn not thy brother, One more glass before we’re parting, Our boyhood days, Our fatheriand, Parody on “to the west!” Bernas: Poor little Flo., Pretty Jane, She frow’d a kiss at me, Sparking Sarah Jane, Sweet Matilda Brown, The death of Annie Laurie, The fireman’s victory, The fireman’s death, The grave of Lily Dale, The girl [left behind me, ome of the heart, The old pitas jug, ae Dorp e sel astique, e quilting party, The yellow rose of Texas, To the west. Vilikins and his Dinah: Waiting for the May, What other name than thine, | Whenthe d ti en the good times come in While the gas is burning. oe Contents of No. 18. Ain’t I glad to get out of the wilderness? Answer of Katy Darling, Autumn leaves, Ben Fisher and wife, Bitter and mild, broken-hearted Tom, the lover, Columbia rules the sea, Could’st thou but read this heart | of mine, Daylight is on the sea, De ingia-rubber n | ig, | Don’t you cry so, Norah, eae i Evening song to the Virgin, a sea, Good-by, little Katie Have I not been kind to thee? Iam a freeman, Ilove my love, I’m not myself at all, I’m the boy that’s bound to blaze Iput my arm around her waist; I’ve been roaming o’er the, ete. Jane Monroe, Jolly Jack the rover, Kate was once a little girl, Kitty Tyrrell, Look out for stormy wedderl! Maud Adair and I, Man the life-boat, Moses Solomon, My ain fireside, My boyhood’s home, My pretty Yorkshire lass, My style is something new, My Susianna, O’Brien, keep off the grass! Oh, kiss, buf never tell, “Oh! Peter.” Poor and gay, Pretty little Mary, or, chuck, ete. Sally, my darling, Somebody’s courting somebody, Song of the farmer, A pedo) Sunday night, Stand by the flag Sweet the song of birds, Terry O'Reilly, The dashing U. S. marines’ march The farmer’s boy, The gold digger’s lament, The little courted my wife, The old kirk-yard, The storm! nd Time alone will prove, Tom = True blue is the color for es Will Rae love me just a little: Would I were a boy again, Would I were a gal xX ow room where I you mustn’t 'y address, on receipt of six cents per copy. BEADLE & ADAMS, Publishers, 98 Will‘am Street, N.Y, Contents of No. 19, Anything for Harry, A merry-go-round, Across the sea, A year ago, Cool “Burgundy Ben,” Encore! Every home has lost a darling, I’d offer thee this hand of mine, It’s just what I might have ex Jersey Sam, Kissing thro’ the fence, Kind relations, Lend a helping hand, Little Cherry Blossom, Louis Renouf, Maggie, darling, Iam coming, Mary of Argyle, Maria Ji ones, Meet me by moonlight, Nothing else to do, Och! Paddy, is it Pee Oft in the stilly n ht, | Oh, God, mice the mariner, | Oh, wouldn’t you like to know? | Old Uncle Edward, Over on the other shore. Paddy on the canal, Poor old maids, Rat-catcher’s daughter, Rose-Marie, Roll on, silver moon, Rustic Mary, Sammy Slap, the bill-sticker, She’s bright as the morning star. Sweet Dolly Boonel “The calibar,” The gambler’s wife, The haunted stream, The ingle side, The ivy green, The land of dreams, The lily of the west, The Rose of Allandale, The spade, boys, the spade, The tail iv me coat, The two orphans. The woman that lives next door, The yellow coin, They don’t wish me at home, Thou art gone from my gaze, *Tis midnight hour, Two orphans; or, the Brooklyn re, Umbrella courtship, Uncle Gabriel, When I saw sweet Nellie home, When the swallows homeward fly, will you meet melittle loved ete | Will you love me then as now? Write to me over the water, love, Young ladies, listen to me. Contents of No. 20. Absence and return, A dollar or two, A mother’s love! Angel of my dreams. A warning to you lads who wan to go to sea, Beautiful world, Be kind to the loved ones, Better late than never, Be watchful and beware; o! “seek not to know the future, Blue-eyed Mary, Call me pet names, Charity. Comé, sing me A song, little May, Cupid and Venus, DillaBurn, Don’t you tell my father, Down among the daisies, Down the Burn, Davy, love, Dumbarton’s bonnie dell, Eating peanuts, Flirting on the Mall, Gentle Nettie Moore. In der sdreed pyond-py, e In the days w. én I was hard up, I should like to Is it anybody’s business? I wish I was, John Anderson, my Jo, John Johnny, don’t wriggle the baby Last week [ took a wife, My whisky-red nose, Napolitaine Not married yet, Ossian’s serenade. Gut in the green fields, Patriots true and bold, Perhaps she’s on the railway, Pretty Kitty May, Sambo, I have missed you, oe Luz, of nce Danny went on the stage, Speak the truth, Squire Jones’s daughter, Sunshine of my heart! “Take home a fry in a box!” The boarding house over the cove, The child’s wish, The chorister, The dying boy’s request, The gay cavalier, The grave of Uncle True, The ladies’ mile, The Ma; What are the wild waves saying? Who’s coming out fora mi t ramble, William of the ferry 4 Cs Half-Dime Singer's Library. YI Beadle’s Contents of No. 21. Annie Lisle, Bonnie sweet Bessie, the maid of undee, Courting in Connecticut, Dearest Mae, “Deed I has to laugh,” Do the best you can, Ella Ree, Fairy Dell, Far, far eee the sea, Gentle Hallie, Hattie Lee, : He doeth all things well, I cannot call her mother, I’m standing by thy grave, moth- er, Jane O'Malley, Joanna Snow, Laughing eyes of blue, Lulu is our darling pride, Marion Lee, Marion’s pont Meet me by the running brook, Nellie, Not for gold, Oh, carry me home to die, Oh! silber shining moon, Oh! spare the old homestead, Old homestead, One summer day at Rockaway, “Pretty as a chromo,” Riding on a rail, Sergeant McGee, of the N. Y. M. P. She is not fair to outward view, Strawberries and cream, Sunny days will come again, “That husband of mine,” The carrier dove, The cottage of my mother, The female auctioneer, The indignant polly wog, The maniac, The miller’s maid, The olden days, The old mountain tree, The song my mother used tosing, The eriariag girl, Tick! tick! tick! Three oe of corn, Tried, but true, Turn off the gas at the meter, Under the flowers as white as snow, What the little lips are saying, When the evening shades are falling, ‘When we meet to part_no more, When you and I were boys, Where are the friends? “Where art thou now, my be- loved?” Why don’t the men propose? Will nobody marry me? ~ Will you hearken for my foot- steps? ‘You and I.” } | Contents of No. 22, As Isat by my hearth, Billy Patterson, Bonnie Dundee, Carry on the same old game, CVar de road, I’se coming! Come down to the dell, Come, Willie dear, I’m weep- ing, Dear old friends, Dear mother, Pll come home again, Dolcy Jones, qa among the cane-brakes, em, Fairy Belle, Grandmother’s frock, Ho! gondolier, awake! How shall I watch thy coming! T'll paddle my own canoe, I’m leaving thee, my mother ear, It is recorded, Jenny Lane, Joe Coburn, Little Daisy, Little Mary Ann, Maria Jane, Maggie, the pride of the vale, a May, Mullaly, go muzzle your dog, My own mountain home, Nobody cares for the poor, No, thank you, sir, Oh, I’m a jolly bachelor, Old Ironsides, Over the summer sea, Sailor-boy’s last dream, “Say yes, Pussy,” She sleeps among the daisies, Ship on fire, Song of the haymakers, Spirit voice of Belle Brandon, ‘ake this message. The grave of Washington,’ The heart to love, The home I leave behind me, The lad from Lancashire, The mountaineer’s farewell, The messenger bird, The merry sleigh ride, The night wind sighsialone, The old arm chair, The old sailor’s dream, The outcast, The sweet long ago, The snow storm, The watcher, There is;somebody waiting for me, What is home without a sis- per When the corn is waving, Annie, Why chime the bells so mer- rily Willie, my brave. FIFTY OR MORE SONGS IN EACH ISSUE, Contents of No, 23 Aaron Glaices, A glass of cold water for me, A ride I once was taking, At the animal fair, Au revoir, Fritzy, Beautiful Venice, Because I am a cook, Come when the stars are shin- ing, Deal with me kindly, Down a the river side, farewell, old cottage, Hush-a-by baby, I love my native land, I’m one of the boys, you know, Jane Melissa, Jennie is waiting for me, Julianna Johnson, Katie’s secret, Kitty Wells, Let us haste to the vale, Lily Little Wtla, Lizzie dies to-night, Mary’s welcome home, Massa sound is sleeping, Mother I have heard sweet music My canoe is on the Ohio, My old house, my dear happy ome, Near the banks of that lone river py don"t you remember the me? Oh, take me back to Tennessee, On Coney Island Beach, Our Union, right or wrong, Paddy Boghree, ueen Mary’s escape, volutionary times, Ring de banjo, Roy Neill Senatah &-wage, She’s black, but that’s no mat- er, She’s dreaming of the angels, Sighing for thee, Some folks, Sweet Aleen, Take me home to die, The anchor’s weighed, The evening gun, The happy Switzer, The Mormon’s lament, The old man ain’t himself no more, The old stage coach, The reefer’s song, The sleighing glee, The star of my home, The western trapper’s camp son, Tread softly, the angels are call- ing. Two South Car’lina nigs, “>? Way down in Cairo,” Will you list to me, Nellie? Contents of No, 24 Barcarolle, Bonny Eloise, Brightly o’er lake and shore, . Bright rays of yagi morning, By the lone river side, welts down by the silvery brook, love, ‘ Come, merry birds, in winter, Come up, comrades, Come where the orange trees bloom! i Ella Leene, Elen Bayne, Farewell, Lilly dear, Farewell, sweet mother, Fresh drinks, Good-by, Linda, love, Hard times come again no more Happy be thy dreams, Home and friends, Ihad a dream, I’m a pedagogue, I’m the queen of the village, I’m thinking of thee, Ellie, , I prize this little tress, Isee her still in my dreams, Jeanie with the light brown hair Jenny’s coming o’er the green, Jennie with her bonnie blue e’e, Kinlock of Kinlock, Kitty dear, Little Jenny Dow, Lost Rosabel, Nobody loves me, Oh! if I had some one to love me. Old simon, the hot corn man, “Once upon a time,” . rT you’re the stuff!”’, Paddy Malone, “parted from our dear ones,” Scenes that are brightest: She laughed behind her fan! 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