Copyrighted 1879, by BEADLE & ADAms, Price, 5 Cents. And Sixty other Songs in this issue! Sold by all newsdealers, five cents each; or sent, post-paid, to any address, on réceipt of six cents per Copy. BEADLE & ADAMS. Publishers, 98 William St., N. Y. CONTENTS OF THIS NUMBER. Pretty Whilhelmina. ... The Band in the Park... Git Along Home, My Yall | Nothing More... Beautiful Bells.. Good-night, Farewell y 2| Going it Blind....... = The Velocipede Bea .. 2) Hans Breitmann’s Philoso Arm-in-Arm, Let’s W: . 3| The Funny Fellow...... ...: The Bashful Young Gentleman.. 3 | Duet of the Two Men-at-Arms. Don’t be so Absurd. 8 | The Man with the Wooden Leg The Velocipede Bel é 8 | King Cash..... If on the Meads I cast My 4 | Matrimonial $ “Three to One—Bar Two 4 | I’ve Lost My Bow-wow. In Shadowland... 4 | How Stupid Some Men A! He’s a Pal o’ Mine.. 4 | Crossing on the Ferry The Broadway Toff 5 | You Couldn’t Do With Any Ornaments... . . 5| Putit Down toMe..... . .. Young Plantation Joe. . 5 | I'm the Chap that’s Nobby. Hokey-Pokey. .. 5 | We Might as Well be Jolly. are, Dumpty Joe...... 5 Shamus O’Brien. ... 2... 12% The Yaller Gal that Winked at Me. 6 | "Tis Hard to Give the Hand. a8 Mistress Jinks of Madison Square. 6} Ask Papa... ..... 2.2... ..0seeee 13 The Wickedest Man in New York. 6 | Walking Through the Common...13 Go Ahead 6|She’s the Sweetest of Them The Maid of Judah.......... 9506, 14 poi Sis lh Oi nal 14 Velocipediana........ Bek eae tide Horse Hy, Come Tickle Mel...... 14 Mynheer Vandunck.......... . 7 | The Celebrated Sneezing Song. ...14 The Pet of the GirlsamI. ..... 7 | Silvery Bells. . 14 Racketty Jackie. uw 7 | Hoop-la! Where Are We Now?...14 Oh! Kiss Me Again........ .. ++. 8| Chook! Chook! Chook!.......... 15 re Jemima, Don’t Say No.... 8 | Don’t Treat a Man Disdainfully.. 15 I Really Shall Expire........ . . 8| Act on the Square, Boys.... .... 15 The Fellar That ks Like Me.. 8‘ Sweet Face I See in My Dreams..,.15 SCSSCeoeLvvewo Pretty Whilhelmina, Copied by permission of Wm. A. PonpD & Co.,25 Union Square, N. Y., owners of the copyright. Music and words, 30 cents, Dere’s a nice young mans, and he love me true, Und he says dot his heart’s in flames; His eyes vos red, his nose vos plue, Und Schneider vos his names. He all de time come round mine house, Und he vill not goes avay, Und ven I told him vot he vants? He only smile und say— CHORUS. ** Pretty Whilhelmina, vos you love me true, Does you love your Schneider as he loves you? Mine hearts is on der fire, oh put it out, mine dear, Or I'll throw mineself right out of de house und die m5 lager bier.” Somedimes to keep him leedle quiets, I leds him walk me out; Und den of love und oder t’ings He talks so nice about; He say he’d like me for his vrow, But if I vos say ‘‘ Nien,” He'll right away home und take his life, Und then he come take mine. (Corus, ) If I don’t marry dis young mans, I guess dere’ll be some boder; Und I suppose that von young man’s As goot as any oder. Und so next time I meets him, I'll drow mineself avay, Und den we’ll go to the parson man’s Und Schneider no more vill say-- (CHORUS.) The Band in the Park. ree by sete oe os of E. “Eis Harpe, 229 Bowery, New York, owner of the copyright. Music and words, 40 cents. Ah! mystic spell of tranquil joy hs me, In the twilight’s shadows pensively to stand, And listen to the witching sounds so sweet Of the gentle, distant music of the band; Sweet dream of wond’rous power unexcelled, The sound of quiet music after dark, Tis then I weave bright tho’ts of love whene’er \ I resi the music of the band in the Park. Cuonvs—List to the sound of the band in the Park, Hark! to the music sweet in the Park, ' How it floats on the ev’ning breeze, Whispers of love thro’ the flow’rs and trees. List to the sound of the band in the Park, Hark! to the music sweet in the Park! Bright my ev’ry thought whene’er I hear The music sweet of the band in the Park! Sweet melodies, ye banish ev’ry cloud, Entrancing are thy tones so rich and rare, Like fairy whispers from some happy land, Ye sing and whisper on the ev’ning air; Thy swelling tones and cadences so pure, A time of perfect pleasure seem to mark, Ab! ever sweet to me to hear the gentle, Distant music of the band in the Park, (CHORUS.) Git Along Home, My Yaller Gals. Copied by. permission of C. M. Tremaine, Music Publisher, N. Y., owner of the copyright. One day, just at de set ob sun, When all my work was did an’ done, I took my banjo an’ I played ’T wixt de sunshine an’ de shade. Cuorus—Git ’long home, my yaller gals, De eb’ning sun’s declining, Git ‘long home, my yaller gals, For de dew on de grass am shining. I cast my eyes up to above, An’ saw de light ob heabenly lub; De comet set de clouds on fire, Lord, how dese niggers did suspire. (CHORUS.) De zephur cum from out de south, De bull-frog caught him in his mouth, De bull-frog grabbed him by de tail, _ De wirgin moon hung down her wail. (CHORUS.) A ’possum on a ’simmon tree, Wid one eye looked right down on me; Fast by his tail de critter hung, . Aw’ in de chorus sweetly sung. De alligator in de brake, _ Plays fass asleep when he’s wide awake, He wants to suck some nigger in, As massa does a glass ob gin, (CHORUS.) (CHORUS. ) If I did own an ole gray hoss I would de Alleganie cross, T’d cross de mountain an’ de plain, An’ neber hoe de corn again. (CHORUS.) Oh! tired hab grown de weary hours, Dey’re gone to bed among de flowers, My own true lub I'll go an’ see, An’ wid her Gost some ginger tea. (CHORUS,) POLLY. ‘Publshea by E. H. Harpine, ep frome New York. Music and words, 0 cents: man want to know the smartest craft as ever put from port? Well that’s my Polly, the lively Polly, and she’s a rare good sort, Do you want to know the smartest craft as ever put from port? 1, that’s my Polly, the lively Polly, and she’s a rare good sor t. the window and look, my lads, she’s lyin’ agen the quay, | e smartest craft afore and abaft, as ever went to sea. Afloat, afloat, I sing in my boat ‘When the sails are set and furled, Polly, my Polly, she’s so jolly, ba jolliest: —- ia the world. Do you want to know the sweetest wife as lives in this here ; Well, Bee 145 Polly, my little Polly, and bless her heart and Do 2 ve to know the sweetest wife as livesin this here Well, deta iy Polly, my little Polly, and bless her heart and Come, ver ‘Il always find her there, in our bit of a house by the Her hand full of work and her heart of love, and all for the sake yee Afloat, afloat, I sing in my boat ; When the sails are set and furled, * Polly, my Polly, she’ s so jolly, Cate et ‘The jolliest wife in the world. Do you want a toAst to-night, my lads, afore we say good-by? Well, that’s my wife and the lively Polly, and bless vem both, say I; Do you wide a toast to-night, my lads, afore we say oiler? Well, that’s my wife and the lively Polly, and bless ’em both, say I; Fill your glasses high, my lads, an’ drink it three times three, Here’s to my wife, the pride of my life, and the boat as I steers to sea. Afloat, afloat, I sing in my boat When the sails are set and furled, Polly and Polly, they’re so jolly, The jolliest pair in the world. \ The Velocipede Beau. Atr—The Flying Trapeze. Once I was happy, but now I’m forlorn, Like an old coat that is tattered and torn, Left in this wide world to fret and to mourn, ¢ Betrayed by a girl in her ’teens! The girl that I loved she was handsome, I tried my true love for to plead, But I could.not please her one quarter so well As that man on the Velocipede. CHORUS. He'd fly through the streets with the wildest of speed, A daring young man on the Velocipede, His movements were graceful, all girls he could please, And my love he purloined away. This young man, I know, was a clerk in a store, He never had ridden a real steed before; ‘Where’er he appeared the streets rung with a roar. Of ovation from all people there; He smiled from his seat on the people around, And one day he smiled on my love, ; She winked back at him and she shouted Bravo!” As he flew like a carrier-dove. (CHORUS.) One day I as usual went up to the Park, To see that young man on the wing, like a lark; I looked for my love, and nearly went stark Mad, to hear that she had run away! She’d put on her things and eloped in the night’ With him with the greatest of speed, No use for her father to seek to pursue, For they’d gone on his Velocipede! ‘(Crorvs.) Some days after this, as I walked on the mall, I was greatly surprised to see something tall— A girl in red pannier, which did my heart gall, For she was appearing with him! | He taught her gymnastics, and dressed her in turks, Is proud of her marvelous speed, And now she can beat all the masculine world As she goes on her Seeman CHORUS. - She'll float through the air with the wildest of speed, A daring young girl on the wiclettee de : Her movements are graceful, all 2 pce that’s what's been ) FN ae THE SINGER'S LIBRARY. _ -Arm-in-Arm, Let’s Wander, Love. 3 Don’t be so Absurd! | si Copied by permission of E. H. Harprne, 229 Bowery, New York, owner — : “er by pee. ee ro. e, Pesky wat York, owner of the copyright. Music and words, 35 cents. : . A languishing sweetheart have I, Arm-in-arm, love, let us wander, Who with love is surely silly, a Thro’ life’s varied, changeful ways; ; A victim of Cupid, indeed, sae Sharing joys and griefs together, Is my love-sick, poor heart-broken Willie; — In the bright or gloomy days; — Now, altho’ ardent words please me, Let us share each other’s troubles, Such extravagant vows I ne’er heard, _ And thus lighten grief or woe, | And when he so foolishly sighs, I say, Let our hearts united be, as ; “Qh! please, don’t be so absurd.” -in- 2 VW ‘ DEES E RS, HIE GP Spoxen—Yes! he’s real nice, to be sure; but then he’s so — ‘ spooney, and so soft. And his vows of love are so terribly, and (/Caonvs—Arm-in-arm,: love, let us wander, awfully sweet and silly, that I have to say: Thro’ life’s varied, changeful ways, . Sharing joys and griefs together, Cxorus—‘ Don’t be so absurd, dear, In the bright or gloomy days. Why be so absurd, dear? Girls affections are not won Joys will gain a sweeter flavor, By such soft, silly words, dear! And possess an added charm; ' Don’t be so absurd, dear, Troubles will appear much lighter, Why be so absurd, dear? If we but go arm-in-arm; ; If you wish to please me, So contented we will wander, Why, don’t be so absurd.” In our hearts no thought of strife, A ‘ And sustaining one another, i weed ne oh eee a nove 5 Arm-in-arm we'll go thro’ life. (CHORUS.) He pleads with languishing eyes, And swears by all that is above; “ Ob! sweetest, oh! dearest,” he moans, - “Together, mine own, let us fly!” " And hints that if I should refuse, why, then, He’d certainly wither and die, : The Bashful Young Gentleman. Spoxmn—Yes, he is very much “gone” indeed, and the ex: treme sweetness of his expressions are very suggestive of ‘ taffy.” They say I shall get over it, He calls me his little ‘Bunch of Violets,” his “Lily dipped in | But no, I never can! dew,” his “‘Rose-geranium,” and says I’m even “Prettier than a — You've no conception what it is picture.” That is all very nice, and I-can listen to it; but when To be a bashful man; he goes further, and swears that 1am nothing shorter than an) I—I, oh dear! I quite forget entire flower-garden broke loose, why I am forced to say; (CHO.) | What I was going to say— ce But—would the ladies be so good As look another way? I'd give—I don’t know what I’d not, If it were not the case, 1 But it’s a fact, I can not look The Velocipede Belle. A lady in the face. I'd rather face, I would indeed, I know I am a fool, I’d rather face a crocodile, Than meet a ladies’ school. OLE ee ie Oh, I’m so fond of riding, I can never, never stop! When Velocipedes are gliding, What care I for ball or hop? Such amusements as the round-dance, : ' Are very dull indeed, At parties, when, like other men, Compared to the swift motion I’m asked if I won’t dance, Of the gay Velocipede! I blush, and fidget with my gloves, And wish myself in France; Cxuorvus—Ob, I’m that fond of whirling And while I’m standing stammering, Through the Park with lightning speed, And hanging down my head, Dashing, flashing, flying, whirling ; Some sandy-whiskered coxcomb leads On my gay Velocipede. ; The lady out instead. : I did just touch a lady’s hand, Tn the lanciers I am perfect, Last night, in a quadrille, The mazurka is my forte, Oh! goodness, how my heart did beat! As a partner in the German It’s palpitating: still. ’ My hand is always sought; While my young brother, fresh from school— But Ive given up dancing lately, To show you how I’m teased— It is very stale, indeed; Said, “Frank, why what a muff you are! The girls are wild with envy Girls like their fingers squeezed.” Of my gay Velocipede. (CroRus.) Aa j Oh, I can’t express the pleasure How am I to get married? Of a race around “‘ the mall,” I shall never have a wife, : ; With a dozen of my lovers, I could never make an offer, For I’m sure to beat them all; I’m convinced, to save my life. I’ve an offer every day now, There’s the “‘ quizzing ” by the sisters, But offers I don’t heed, _ And the ‘‘ questions ” by mamma; ' ve no time to think of trousseaus And the ‘‘ pumping ” that one goes through 3 With my gay Velocipede! In the study, by papa. , a Then, there’s that horrid honeymoon, But I think [UW make an offer, : _ he journey with a bride, , A 3 When my beaux are all around; - And grinning post-boys looking back, He shall love me who can catch me And no one else inside. : Flying o’er three miles of ground! Oh my! the very thought of it : : _ And the true test of my lover 5 Quite takes away my breath; _ Shalla trial be of speed; T'm certain, at the wedding, | He shall ave me who can win me should blush myself to death. — Ne eee Be ee: On my gay Velocipede! (CttoRvs.) i ™ 4, THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. a ae eee If on the Meads I Cast My View. Published by E. H. Harprna, pas powers New York. Music and words, cents. If on the meads I cast my view, Or look on heaven’s gladsome blue, If whispers near some ev’ning breeze, That wakes the rustling of the trees, If merry birds their voices raise, ’Tis then my heart so truly says: That I do love thee, That I do love thee, That I do love thee. If on thine eye I fix my gaze, And thou elude my searching rays, If gently thou my hand dost press, While not a word thy lips express, Oh! then what happiness I feel, While all my raptur’d looks reveal: That I do love thee, etc. Se “Three to One—Bar Two.” The way that fortune serves me, Would any saint enrage, By lovers to be cheated, It seems ’m just the age; I'm sadly disappointed, For one in vain I sigh, Who made a book on races, And loudly used to ery— CHORUS. Now, then, gentlemen, I'll lay odds again, Look alive, my noble sportsmen, dash your money down, now do, Now, then, gentlemen, 1’ll lay odds again, Til bet three to one upon the field—bar two. That marry me he meant to, Thad what’s called ‘‘ the tip!” But, oh, that dreadful proverb About the “cup and lip;” Last racing day, then to “Jerome” The dear escorted me, And while I picked a lobster, So madly shouted he: (CHorus.) My, lobster I had finished, The race was over when I saw my love surrounded By crowds of angry men; They called him “thief ” and ‘‘ welcher,” Whatever that may be; But though they nearly killed him, Still sweetly murmured he; (Crorvs.) He proved to be a swindler Who ‘‘did” the ‘ horsey swell!” A ‘thimble-rig ” performer, Who ‘ worked three cards,” as. well, To all my hopes of marriage I’m forced to bid good-by, « No more shall I e’er see hin, Or hear him boldly ery: (Cuorvs.) 44 In Shadowland. Published by E. H. Harprna, — paw ery, New York. Music and words, 0 cen She sits alone all through the day, And reads or knits her time away, But. when the quiet night is nigh, She folds her work, and lays it by, And sees again around her stand, Her lov’d and lost in Shadowland, Her lov’d and lost, her lov’d and lost in Shadowland, In Shadowland, in Shadowland, She meets them all in Shadowland, In Shadowland, in Shadowland, She meets them all in Shadowland, She meets them all in Shadowland! Meets them all in Shadowland! ! > aad tee Soe There’s Nellie with her golden hair, Time can not make her face less fair! And Willie’s voice is still so sweet, As when they two so lov’d to meet. She hears his step, and clasps his hand, Just once again in Shadowland, Just once again, just once again in Shadowland! In Shadowland, etc. She thinks they love her still, and wait, As long ago, if she were late’ They’d wait and call her by her name, Nor were content until she came; And gladly would she join their hand, And journey on through Shadowland! And journey on, and journey on through Shadowland! In Shadowland, etc. a HE’S A PAL O’ MINE. Listen, dear boys, T’ll tell to you What fun I have, often with a pal o’ mine, Best of friends I ever knew, Is this pal o’ mine! We at St. George’s often dine, And have a pleasant talk, And listen to the German band, And sip our sparkling hock! Spoxen—Johannisberg of course, sent over by Prince Met- ternich for my friend’s especial use. My friend, mark you, for you see: CyorUS—My dear boys, my dear boys, He’s a pal o’ mine, he’s a pal o’ mine, My dear boys, my dear boys, Seis | | | When the feed’s over then we go, Bent on a dance, somewhere with the ‘‘ upper ten,” On the light fantastic toe, With this pal o’ mine! The ladies simper ‘‘ Naughty man, Why do you come so late?” And tap us gently with their fan, And say we are their fate! Sroxen—And so we are; they can not resist my friend, he’s such an Apollo: and birds of a feather, you know, flock together; which accounts for the fact: (CHORUS.) Needle-guns loading every way, Muzzle or breech, they come all the same to us, But the Spencer is the stay Of this pal o’ mine! We're pretty constant at our drill, So you must not think it strange The distance that we’re sure to kill | Is two thousand yards in range. Sroxen—Bother! talk about needle-guns, hah! let foreign foes come over to New England, and my friend and I and a few of the right sort will give them a stitch in their sides in our own way; didn’t we astonish the natives at the tirin Belgium? My friend’s the best shot in the States, and to claim my due: (CHO,) On the turf we are well known, And we are both favorites at Riverside, When our colors there are shown, I and this pal o’ mine! With legs and welchers we never join, We know them at a glance, On “ public form ” we put our coin, And stand the honest chance! Spoxken—It’s the best way in the long run; never trust a dark horse. So my friend says, and as I have already had the honor of remarking: (CHORUS.) On a good pal you may depend, You'll find him there, if you are in want of him, And the first who’d me defend, Is this pal o’ mine! We've stood the racket and the strife, And we'll stand what fate may send, For trust me, boys, that all through life, There’s nothing like a friend! SpokEN—That’s so; you'll make no end of acquaintances, but precious few friends, When you get) one, therefore, stick to him, and if you do, I will be glad to say to you, | as I have always said to my own friend: (CHORUS. ) pe See a a a a a | | ; THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. PRES ERE ete el os SSS SS eS The Broadway Toff. Copied by permission of Wm. A, Ponp & Oo., 547 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright. The dwellers in Manhattan isle, I fancy know me well, From Knox’s tile to Brooks’s boots, Iam a Broadway swell! Or, as my friend, the Czar, would say, I fancy I’m a “ toff,” From head to foot, I really think I look Immensikoff! Cuorus—Immensikoff! Immensikoff! Behold in me a Broadway “ toff,” A toff, a toff, a toff, a Broadway ‘“‘toff,” And I think myself Immensikoff! I need not say that of the girls I’m passionately fond, And at this time I’m awful spoons Upon an English blonde! And she, I think, is rather struck With this superior toff, And thinks exactly like myself, That ’m Immensikoff! (CHOoRUS.) At every up-town hop, you’ll find Me swelling on the floor, And such a figure, you will say, You never saw before. The ladies sigh, would for me die, The fascinating toff; There’s many swells, but only one, Who is Immensikoff! (CHorus.) > Any Ornaments. Copied by permission of O. Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street, Boston, owners of the copyright. My hopes, alas, have blighted been, Most cruelly I’ve slighted been, My love has unrequited been, Although I can’t tell why. My grief to you I will unfvld, I loved a girl nineteen years old, Who round the streets fine papers sold, And would her wares cry. Spoxren—Talk about girls! She was a beauty, and tho first mo ment I beheld her I became infatuated. Oh, what an ecstasy of bliss I was in the moment I heard her voice crying— CHorus—‘“ Any ornaments for your mantlepiece, For your mantlepiece, for your mantlepiece, Any ornaments for your mantlepiece?”’ Was her daily ery. She swore that she would stick to me, Behave just like a ‘ brick” to me, But why she played this trick on me I'm sure I can’t tell. To talk of marriage I began, She seemed delighted at the plan, But, oh, she wed another man, Not half such a swell. Sroxrn—Yes, she gave me the cut direct and married a bar~ ber’s boy. And when I cogitate, study, ruminate, ponder and soliloquize, on what we might have been if this young shaver hadn’t come across us, it drives me to distraction. Now I always behaved kind to her, and she used to say, ‘‘Oh, Billy, won’t we be happy when we’re married! Won’t the people all envy me as I walk through the street, singing—” (CHORUS.) Her husband was a cruel man, To turn quite cool he soon began; At length from her away he ran, And ne’er more was seen. This was a settler to the bride, Who walked down to the river side, And there to end her life tried, And did the job clean. Spoxrmn—I was walking beside the river one morning when my eyes fell on an object which [ thought I had seen before. I ap- proached, when, ah, what do I behold? There, in all her beauty, lies my faithless fair. She has put an end. to her life by means of poison. See! she moves! I place my ear in close proximity to her lips—she is about to speak. With bated breath I anxiously listen, when lo! her dying words are (CHORUS.) Young Plantation Joe. Copied by permission of C. M. Tremsrnz, Music Publisher, N. Y., owner of the copyright. Oh, I’m a young plantation nigger, In the fields I used to hoe, The white folks, ’cause that I was faithful, Called me young Plantation Joe; In the cornfield I would work, At night, for missus I would sing, And when I gets my feet to dancing, I feel as happy as a king. Caorus—Rap tap, flip jack, hi cum go! Rap tap, flap jack, hi cum go! Hi daddy, zip coon, hi cum go! I do lub to hear the banjo, And likewise the ole jawbone, And for rappin’ on de tambo, Vs de best dat e’er was known; All music I do like, And any dancin’ darkies I can beat, When de ole barn door dey does get on, To shuffle out de music wid dere feet. High upon de Mississippi, Where dat grand ole stream does rise, Dar I fust saw pretty Libbie, Wid her bright and sparkling eyes; Oh, soon we'll married be, De bones and banjo dey shall ring, And den, if Iam not mistaken, Dis same ole tune we'll dance and sing. (CHORUS. ) (CHO.) HOKEY-POKEY. Copied by permission of Wm. A. Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. Little Jack Horner sat in a corner, Eating a Christmas pie, He put in his thumb and pulled out a plum, Saying what a good boy am I. Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye, Four-and-twenty roosters all baked in a pie, When the pie was opened the birds began to sing, Now wasn’t this a dainty dish to set before the king? Oh, hokey-pokey winky-wum, How do you like your taters done? I’m putting of them on to b’ile with cod liver ile. I like ’em fried, I like ’em b’iled, I like ’em mashed in cod-liver ile, Hokey-pokey winky-wum, how do you like ’em done? Humpty Dumpty Joe. Copied by permission of O. Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street, Boston, owners of the copyright. I’m the gayest chap in Boston, At least the girls say so, I'm received with welcome in each place To which I chance may go. My turn-out is a nobby one, And cost ten score or so, And on the road there’s none can pass Little Humpty Dumpty Joe. Cxorus—Then go ahead, boys, and let’s have a spree, Be ready for a friend or foe, A fellow for the girls and a brick to his pals, Is little Humpty Dumpty Joe. My name [ obtained by the “cut of my rig,” The theme of admiration far and near; And the alarming extent of my entire “‘ make up,” Has astonished more people than are here. The fair sex they admire me, And say what a charming beau, And many a little pet has often cause to fret For little Humpty Dumpty Joe. (CHorus.) I’m good at all athletic sports, Can jump, can box and fence, I can do a bundred yards in ten seconds and a half, And at billiards ’m something immense; { I’m training on the velocipede, And well the sports all know, Heavy on their betting books Is little Humpty Dumpty Joe. (CHoRUS.) fe etn, a pn pega nian gin gain pn on pee tice da Sicha po pt pe reg ——.-_— 6 THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. The Yaller Gal that Winked at Me. Copied by permission of O. Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street, Boston, owners of the copyright. Your attention I ask for awhile, To a song I’m going to sing you, It’s about a yaller gal that I met while I was walking, And she threw such a glance at me; She was pretty, and as sweet as a flower; Such clothes you never did see— She’d a darling little bonnet, wilh a flower-garden on it, Had the yaller gal that winked at me. CHORUS. Oh, my! she looked so sweet and she dressed so neat, With her tilting hoops and pretty little feet, As she went skipping along— Pretty little yaller gal I met while I was walking, And she threw such a glance at me— As she skipped across the gutter, my heart went in a flutter, For the yaller gal that winked at me. I immediately asked her name, And she said it was Lucinda; She said I was a stunner, and for life that I had won her, And married we should be— So I’d dress up and I’d walk by her house Every afternoon about three— And I’d glance up at the window for to see my dear Lucinda, She’s the yaller gal that winked at me. (CHORUS.) Oh, you should have seen her on her wedding day, Ste was handsome as a Venus; When the parson made us one, ah, then the thing was done, And I never felt so happy in my life. So I’ve bought a little place out of town; If you go by, stop in and see— You'll be welcomed by a wife that’s as dear to mo as life, She’s the yaller gal that winked at me, (CHoRUS.) be Mistress Jinks, of Madison Square. Copied by permission of J. L. Permers, Music Publisher, N. Y., owner of the copyright. Iam Mistress Jinks, of Madison Square, I wear fine clothes and I puff my hair, And how the gentlemen at me stare, While my husband’s in tho army. Where’er I go I’m talked about, I'm talked about, 1’m talked about, I wear the latest fashions out, While the captain’s in the army. Spoxmen—And why shouldn’t I? Everybody that sees me knows— Cuorvus—I am Mistress Jinks, of Madison Square, I wear fine clothes and I puff my hair, And how the gentlemen at me stare, While the captain’s in the army. I give my parties and my balls, And ’tend to all my evening calls, And buy the best I can find at Hall’s, While my husband’s in the army. I write to him and he writes to me, He writes to me, he writes to me, And says that I must happy be While the captain’s in the army. Spoxen—And why shouldn’t I? He fights for his pay; I get it and spend it. He’s happy; soam I, for— (CHoRvs.) He says he’ll get a furlough soon, And come back home to stay till June, Oh! won’t I sing a different tune To my husband in the army? Tl meet him then with kisses sweet, With kisses sweet, with kisses sweet, Ll hasten out of the door to meet With the captain home from the army. SpoxEN—And why shouldn’t I? Haven’t I spent all his money? Owe large bills, house-rent due, nothing to wear, hun- gry, and, well— Cxorus—I am Mistress Jinks, of Madison Square, My clothes are bad, I have nothing to wear, The captain got on an awful “tear,” And they kicked him out of the army. / ’ SN eee _—oee ees a ON The Wickedest Man in New York. Copied by permission of O. Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street, Boston, ( owners of the copyright. From Skaneatalas lately I landed, The reason to York I came down, A letter one day I was handed From a friend who resides in this town; A long story he in it was telling ’Bout what is just now all the talk, Of a fellow they call John Allen, The wickedest man in New York. I immediately bought all the papers, To see where those bad fellows meet, To cut up their curious capers; I found it was in Water street. There, outside of a queer-looking shanty, I saw a crowd on the sidewalk, And a white-chokered fellow I thought was The wickedest man in New York. By a smart-looking girl I was greeted, To a meeting she asked me to go; I went to the meeting, and treated— At drinking she did not prove slow; Tommy Hadden’s she asked me to visit, And there we had some pleasant talk, Ere I left her, I quickly discovered, She was the wickedest gal in New York. Then I met with a fellow who asked me To Kit Burns’s rat-pit to go, Saying the mission their meeting have ended, Now the sport is beginning, you know. A large lot of rats they let loose then, And a dog who at once went to work, And I thought from the way that he killed them, He was the wickedest dog in New York. And still I went on, on my journey, Because I had made up my mind, Before I went back to the country, The wickedest man for to find, At length I found out Johnny Allen’s, And into the house I did walk, And the preacher my friend pointed out as The wickedest man in New York. Then I found out among those were there, | I the wickedest man couldn’t tell, So I gave up the job in despair, And wandered back to my hotel. There I found out my watch, chain and money, Away from my person had ‘ walked,” And I made up my mind that my friend was The wickedest man in New York. GO AHEAD. Copied by permission of Wu. A. Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyr! ight. As to racing, that’s a thing I never do! I am careful of my passengers and crew; But all the same it is my game, To get to Queenstown first. I’ve a policy insured upon my life, And I have not got a baby or a wife, And so, you see, it’s naught to me, If so the boiler burst! CHORUS. Turn her astern, turn her astern, make all taut below, Throw the main deck overboard and let the painter go; Whack! turn her astern, turn her astern, bo’sen, heave the lead, Stand by, ease her, back her, stop her, go ahead! Tis a jolly berth a captain’s, on my word, Especially with female craft aboard, To give ’em a blow, on deck, you know, With arm around their waist; Or should the pretty little dears be sick, ’Tis another chance for getting very thick, For now instead you hold their head, And wiien you are thus placed: (CHoRUs.) ae a yaaa THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. The Maid of Judah. Published by E. H. Harprve, ee New York. Music and words, cents. The harp is now silent, the strings rent in twain, The heart’s secret longings no longer remain, The timid bird is drooping, not upward it flies, Ensnar’d by the fowler it flutters and dies. Oh Fatherland dear, oh Fatherland mine, I ne’er shall repose on thy bosom again. Ob Fatherland dear, oh Fatherland mine, I ne’er shall repose on thy bosom again. Where are they the children of thy honor’d race? They’re fallen in battle to save their disgrace, The town lies in ashes, deserted the plain, In gore they are lying, the brave that were slain. Oh Fatherland dear, oh Fatherland mine, Oh when will Jehovah to vengeance incline? Ob Fatherland dear, oh Fatherland mine, Ob when will Jehovah to vengeance incline? The arms of our daughters in chains they are bound, The once fair and blooming are bow’d to the ground, The day now seems dreary and chill’d as the grave, Derided by foemen, the Jew is a slave. Ob Fatherland dear, oh Fatherland mine, The grave will unite us, I then shall be thine, Ob Fatherland dear, oh Fatherland mine, The grave will unite us, I then shall be thine. > Velocipediana. The velocipede isn’t exactly a wagon, Being only two wheels and a saddle, But is rather a nag, than a vehicle, That a man sits and rides on astraddle. Just two wheels, and no more, of which one goes before, With a crank on each side for propelling, And the other one, smaller, comes jogging behind— Just the ‘“ wickedest”’ thing that is sailing. ‘You must sit on the saddle and steady yourself, Then you pamp with both legs like the d—1, Holding firmly meanwhile to the handle, to steer, When it ‘‘ gits,” if your head’s SEY. “ level.” It’s a jolly fast nag, and will take you to town At a two-forty gait if well curried, But your head on the ground will too forte resound If your steed’s badly managed or hurried. It will stand without hitching, keep fat without oats, And will never get frightened or frisky, It will never run off with the bit in its teeth When you call at the corner for whisky. It is not at all tricky unless you are green, When, look out, or you'll find yourself sprawling; It will never get balky on any good pike, And is handy on New Yeavr’s for calling. Tt s a sort of a hybrid, though not any mule, But a steed which ‘you bet” we can brag on, _ And for changing one’s base is the ultima thule On two wheels, with a crank and a wag on. SS eee ee Mynheer Vandunck. Mynheer Vandunck, though he never was drunk, Sipped water and brandy gayly, ' And he quenched his thirst with two quarts of the first To a pint of the latter daily; Singing, “Oh, that a Dutchman’s draught could As deep as the rolling Zuyder Zee.” op Water well mingled with spirits good store, __ No Hollander dreams of scorning; But of water alone he drinks no more ‘Than : a rose supplies when a dewdrop Hite _ On its bloom, in a summer morning; Fora Dutchman's drau, rng should potent be, deep as the The Pet of the Girlsam I Copied by permission of Otrver Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street, Boston, owners of the copyright. Up and down the gay Broadway I go, Quite distingue in my dress and air; All the ladies look at me, I know, I’m got up with the greatest care! All the tailors like me for a sign, Every thing about me is the style; Nothing coarse, of course, is in my line, A shining light from boots to tile! Spoxen—Yaas! Weally ! I don’t see how it is, but I’m “ oweatly ” admired. I suppose, though, it’s because— Cuorus—The pet of the girls am I, I’m happy to own it’s the case! I make all their pretty hearts sigh, Don’t you wish that you were in my’ place? All the fellows they envy my lot, When I meet them at the club, you see; But they haven’t got the style I’ve got, Though everybody copies me! Gay mustache all twisted to a hair, Dainty ringlets falling on my brow; Lots of friends and lots of cash to spare, I’m good for all except a wrow! (row.) Spoken—A wrow! why it makes me shudder! suppose I should ¥ get a discolored optic? That would never do, for you see: (CHO. | I’m a butterfly, please to observe, And I flourish where the wroses grow; As for smoking, haven’t got the nerve; My cane it weally tires me so! On the street you'll find me any day; Kids and neckties are my sweet delight; Oh, to be a swell is weally gay, I pwactice it both day and night! Spoxren—If I didn’t, how could I get myself up in this ‘gorge ous way? I must maintain my posish, and assure you— (CHO.) Racketty Jack. . Copied = permission of O. Dirson & Co., 451 Washington —— Boston, : owners of the copyright. My cognomen is Racketty Jack, A noisy swell am I, I care not how the world may wag, I never will say die; In grog and beer I do indulge, Sometimes in cliquot too, A bottle of “ phizz” is all my eye, Bring in a dozen or two. CHoRUS—Hi! ho! ho! stop! Here, waiter, brandy hot! Tm Racketty Jack, no money I lack, And I’m the boy for a spree, When I go out at night, my boys, I’m always ripe for fun, And amongst the fair, I do deckire, T always was “a 1.” Though a harum-scarum sort of chap, I ne’er forget the gals, ; For, next to them, there’s nothing on earth, Like phizz.and jolly good pals. (CHORUS.) T like a lark, I do of course, I can’t help being gay, s I follow in my father’s steps, ~ . So at least the people say; For beauty I admire, For a spree I’m always fresh, ‘You see, what’s bred in the bones, my boys, Is sure to come out in the flesh. (Cons) I never fall out with a policeman, Nor cheat a hackman’s Nor, like low swells, wrench knockers of, And kick stalls in the air; For I can true enjoyment find, With friends like you at my back, — So en, au oursel 1 ou And ae tad Readiee ste Jack 2 ey | ’ RA et ae + a LS Ae THE: SINGER’S. LIBRARY. —~ LOO a I was so shy I feared to try, ‘ eRe J The thought of it put me all in a fright, eat eit Licks if ae i So I'd grizzle and pine all day. ; I was getting as thin as a scaffold pole, CHorvus—Oh, wouldn’t I like to meet him, My buttons all fell away, Wherever he may be, And just because I hadn’t the nerve Oh, wouldn’t I give him particular fits, To pluck up my courage and say, Oh, (CHORUS.) The fellar that looks like me. We went for a walk not long ago, One day I went to see a girl, ‘ Thinks I, somehow I'll tell her now, I was going to take her round, { ) I was just going to let her know, When a lady tapped me on the arm, i When she spied a milliner’s shop; Saying, ‘‘ How’s your wife, old Brown?” A hat and feather was there for sale, In vain I said, ‘I’m a single man, 7 ‘a T couldn’t do less than stop, And married I wish to be,” qT By the time I’d bought it my courage had gone, They called me aswindler, and kicked me out, I ) And I could not the qtiestion pop, of (CHORUS.) For the fellar that looked like me. (CHORUS.) / At last one morning I bought the ring, One night I went out to a ball, } And hit on a plan to make me a man; I was just enjoying the sport, } Thinks I to myself, this is the thing, When a police grabbed me by the arm, ; y This night shall cast the die; **-You’re wanted down in court; ( I held it up: ‘‘ Look ye here,” I said; You've escaped us once, but this ’ere time t The moment it caught her eye, T'll take care you don’t get free.” } Her lovely cheeks were suffused with red, He dragged me off, locked me up in jail, ' And seeing no one by, I said, .(CHORUS.) For the fellar that looked like me. (CHORUS.) Of course I. was anxious to know my fate, I was tried next day, found guilty, p+ } I almost dread the words I said, I was about to be taken down, ( ) Whether to be with joy elate When another policeman he brought in ( \ Or be the most wretched of men. The right criminal, Mr. Brown; By 2 { She tried it on her finger and said, They locked bim up, they let me go, | } Twas a little too large, but then Oh, he was a sight to see, \ } I could buy a keeper and we’d get spliced The ugliest man I ever saw ( A : Next Saturday morning at ten, and (CHORUS.) Was the fellar that looked like me. (CHORUS.) f ys ( . f Oh! Kiss Me Agrain. Copied by permission of Ottver Ditson & Co., 451 Washington street, Boston, owners of the copyright. Oh! kiss me again—come close to me now, The death-damps are gathering fast on my brow, And whisper thy Jove—its music will lay Deep, deep in my soul, when I’ve passed away; Don’t shrink from me, darling, no rudeness or stain, Shall rest on this hour—kiss, kiss me again. CHORUS. Don’t shrink from me, darling, no rudeness or stain, Shall rest on this hour—oh, kiss me again. Oh! kiss me again—the cold world has laid Its mandate upon us, and we have obeyed; Thy home has been sacred, thine honor to me Was dearer than life even ever could be. Don’t tremble, my darling, my heart and my brain Has held but one passion—oh! kiss me again. (CHORUS.) Oh! kiss me again—’tis joy thus to be, Close, close to thee, dearest, untrammeled and free, To breathe out my passion, and call thee mine own, Ere I pass through the unlighted valley alone. Don’t grieve so, my darling, there’s pleasure and pain In meeting and parting—kiss, kiss me again. (CHORUS.) Oh! kiss me again—this sad world of ours, O’er our pathway has strewn more of thorns than of flowers; Let thy lips’ gentle pressure thrill to-my heart’s core, Let our breath and our beings but mingle once more; For soon these wild throbbings of heart and of brain Will be stilled in death’s silence—then kiss me again. (CHO.) Pretty Jemima, Don't Say No. I Really Shall Expire. Copied by permission of C. M. Tremaine, Music Publisher, N. Y., owner of the copyright. Oh, Augustus, don’t be jealous, now, You know I’m not to blame, Why I saw you walking arm-in-arm, With a darkey with a cane; T tell you he’s my cousin, Come on from Washington; If that’s the case I’ll not get mad, But take it all in fun. You are my heart’s desire, Oh, dear! I shall expire. CHorus—We'’re a lively pair of colored folks, And what we say, is true; “ French Ballet ” troupes are in the shade, When we put down the shoe. We does our shopping on Broadway, Just like the poor white trash; The clerks all roll their eyes on us, When we put down the cash; The white gals then turn up their nose, And say we put on airs, But I tell them to shut up their mouths And mind their own affairs. For you are my heart’s desire, Oh, dear! I shall expire. (CHORUS:) I took her to the concert-room, To hear Parepa sing; The door-keeper he put on airs; And would not let us in; I told him we were Arabs, From the burning desert shore, Says he, ‘‘ Your hair is curled too tight, I’ve seen such nigs before.” For you are my heart’s desire, x My love she lives in a two pair back, Oh, dear! I shall expire. (CHORUS.) id } Her eyes are bright as stars of night, } Of falling in love I’ve got a knack, Seiad cecil tsp And she’s the girl for me. At six o'clock she leaves off work, At seven she’s finished her tea, At eight she’s dressed in all her best And she comes for a walk with me. Oh, Cuorus—Pretty Jemima, don’t say no, Oh! hi, oh! don’t say no, Pretty Jemima, don’t say no, And we will married be. I once was afraid to speak outright, The Fellar That Looks Like Me. Copied by permission of Jonn Cuurcu, Jr., Music Publisher, Cincinnati, owner of the copyright. In sad despair I wander, My heart is filled with woe, Though in my grief I ponder, What to do I do not know; My cruel fate does on me frown, The trouble seems to be, / | 4 / ‘THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. NOTHING MORE. "Published by E. H. Harvie, 229 Bowery, N. Y. Music and words, 10 eonta, In a valley fair I wander’d O’er its meadow pathways green, Where a singing brook was flowing Like the spirit of the scene,’ And [ saw a lovely maiden With a basket brimming o’er With sweet buds, and so I ask’d her For a flow’r, and nothing more. Then I chatted on beside her, And I prais’d her hair and eyes, And like roses from her basket, _ Qn her cheeks saw blushes rise; With her timid looks down glancing. She said, ‘‘ Would I pass before?” But I said that all I wanted, Was a smile, and nothing more. So she shyly smil’d upon me, And I still kept wandring on! What with blushing, smiling, chatting, Soon a brief half hour was gone; Then she told me I must leave her, For she saw their cottage door, But I would not till I rifled Just a kiss, and nothing more. Thus for weeks and months I woo'd her, And the joys that then had birth Made an atmosphere of gladness, Seem encircling all the earth; One bright morning at the altar . A white bridal dress she wore, Then my wife I proudly made her, And I ask for nothing more. / or Beautiful Bells. * 4 Ws, Copied ie permission of Wm. A. Ponp & Co., 547 iuadety: New York, owners of the copyrig’ ‘ht. Beautiful bells! oh, beautiful bells, Ringing so sweetly again and again, Welcomes of joy and weary farewells, Chiming in sunlight and rain; Long ago, long ago, so dear unto me, Oh, happy and pure was the message you bore, Loud o’er the vale and soft o’er the sea, Ob, could I but hear you once more. _Cuorus—Beautiful bells! oh, beautiful bells, - Ringing so sweetly again and again, Welcomes of joy and weary farewells, Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful bells. Voice of the morn, and voice of the night, Waken, oh, waken the memories of old, Ring to my heart your dreams of delight, Visions of beauty untold; Beautiful bells, or merry or sad, Telling your message of goodness to all, Whisper of moments hopeful and glad - Vanished beyond our recall, (CHORUS.) Good-night, Farewell! mies by E. H. Harpine, 229 ‘ome New York. Music and words, ; : nt Good-night, farewell, my own true heart, A thousand times good-night, Each thought of thee bids sorrow part, And renders joy more bright! i _ Tho’ far thine image dwells with me, | Thou art my guiding star, - When o’er me dark’ning clouds I see, Thy love guides me afar; : _ When o’er me dark’ning clouds I see, Thy love guides me afar! Farewell, my own true heart, _A thousand times good-night, , farewell, I see thy heart reflected like ' A star within the stream, It shines forth from thy clear blue eye, And sheds o’er me its beam: ; And tho’ no more than one ee glance, - i I e’er of thee possess’d, That look my heart will e’er entrance, And render ever bless’d; That look my heart will eer entrance, - And render ever bless’d; Farewell, my own true heart, etc. a ee ' GOING IT BLIND. Yopi rmission of Oxttver Drrson & Co., 451 Washingto: bt eo Boston, owners of the copyright. 45 5 mcs Ye ardent young men, to my warning take heed, 2 And learn from the wretched existence I lead, When the passion of love doth your bosom inspire, Don’t get married until you stop to inquire. I was first introduced to my wife at a ball, Of the fair ones her graces exceeded them all, And that instant my heart to love her inclined, But ah! I repent it for going it blind. CHORUS. Take care, go it easy and make this a rule, Go it slow, go it slow, and don’t be a fool, If you marry when love first your bosoms inspire, You’ll jump from the frying-pan into the fire. That night at the ball, she was dressed in great taste, — She had features so fair, and a sweet little waist, | She had glossy black hair, and teeth pearly white, — And her beaming eyes shone like diamonds bright. I at once decided to make her my wife, I thought she would make a nice partner for life, From her smiles and her graces I made up my mind, But now I repent it for going it blind. (CHorvs.) We were married, a-lass! but I found out to late. That her smiles and caresses so soon changed to hate, — That her glossy black lair so soon faded to red, And that washing her fair face left freckles instead. Her pearly white teeth she takes out every night, Bad temper is all she inherits by right, She’s built up with cotton before and behind, And that’s all I got by going it blind. (CHoRUus.) Hans Breitmann’s Philosopede. Herr Schnitzerl make a philosopede, Von of de newest kind; It vent mitout a vheel in front, And hadn’t none pebind. Von wheel was in de mittel, dough, And it vent as sure ash ecks, For he shtraddled on de axel dree Mit der vheels petween his lecks. Und ven he vant to shtart id off, He paddlet mit his veet, Und soon he cot to go so vast Dat avery dings he peat. He run her out on Broader shtreet, He shkeeted like de vind, . Hei! how he bassed de vancy craps, And lef’ dem all pehind! De vellers mit de trotting nags Pooled oop to see him bass; De Deutschers all erstaunished said: “ Potztausend! Was ist das ?” Boot vaster shtill der Schnitzerl flewed | On—mit a ghastly smile: He tidn’t tooch de dirt, py pie Not vonce in half amile. — ‘So vas it mit der Schnitzerlein On his philosopede; — : His feet both shlipped outsideward shoost _ Vhen at his extra shpede. He felled oopon dex vheel of coorse; vheel like — flew; ‘THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. “The Funny Fellow. owners of the copyright. ’Twas at a party that I met A very funny man, The funniest man that I’ve seen, Yet forget I never can. He sat beside me all the night, And told such funny tales, I'd tell you all his funny ways But can’t, for memory fails. Cxorvs—I have met funny men, So very full of fun, Yes, very funny men, As funny as funny can be, But never such a one As that funny man that sat by me. He laughed and chaffed, and oh! he joked In such a funny style, I really thought I should have choked With laughter all the while. He punned on every thing I said, And took off every one Who danced or sung so cleverly, He kept mo full of fun! (CHorvs.) At last things took a serious phase, He whispered in my ear, “My love, my dove, your charming ways Have won my heart, my dear.” Of course I blushed, my face was flushed The color of the pink; I never was so much confused In all my life, I think. (CHoRvs.) - I don’t object to making love And courting, oh dear! no, _ Or being called a pet, or dove, In accents soft and low; But fancy making love to me In quite a funny way, *T was such a strange proposal I knew not what to say. (CHoRUS.) - But still I rather liked him—so I answered softly, ‘‘ Yes.” He said, ‘‘I now must leave you, though It pains me, I confess.” He gave his card, and shortly left, _ But promised he would write, And fix the wedding-day at once, Provided that he might. (CHoRUs.) He had not left a minute, when A friend came up to me, _ And said, ‘‘ That funniest of men You don’t know, I can see. He’s quite a monomaniac, This hobby to him clings, That’s making love to pretty girls By saying funny things.” (CHoRUS.) Bost of the Two Men-at-Arms. ) Copied b rmission of O. Dirso: ‘o., 451 Washington St., Boston, / 5 ae odes of, ig Sonat To watch while all the city’s sleeping, _ To chase the rogues that prowl at night, : Always an eye wide open keeping, This is our duty and delight. _ Within these shades how calm; ’tis charming! That's true for you; ’tis guiet here, — Cronus—How gay the life of men-at-arms, ; We love, we love good cheer; _ How gay the life of men-at-arms, We laugh at all, at all alarms. Our iron coats, we always wear them, aes t quite like silk are they, in truth, march and rest we always bear them, fear no thief nor festive youth; — oy there ota with pleasure, ka lik Cr Copied ‘ey pemniben” of Wm. A. Ponp & Co., 25 Union Square, N. ¥., The Man with the Wooden Leg. Copied by permission of Jonny CHurcH, Jr., Music Publisher, Cincinnati, owner of the copyright. When I was twenty years of age, In love I deep did fall, With a gal from Pennsylvania, Twas at a fancy ball; Her glances pierced me through and through, Her name was Annie Searles; Her eyes were blue, and oh, she had Such lovely auburn curls, Yet oh, she was unkind to me, And I wouldn’t care a peg, But she’s gone away to Australia, With a map with a wooden leg. Cuorus—Her glances pierced him through and through, Her name was Annie Searles; Her eyes were blue, and then she had Such lovely auburn curls. Her tiny waist and little feet Would set your heart on fire; Oh, there was something in that girl ‘You could not but admire, And when she laughed or gave a smile, She showed two rows of pearls; I never saw such charms before, f Nor yet such auburn curls. Yet oh, she was unkind to me, ete. (CHORUS.) One day I asked my Annie dear If her lovely hair was dyed; With passion then she slapped my face And boxed my ears beside; I nearly fell upon the floor, Alas! poor Annie Searles, I made a grab, and in my hands Were the lovely auburn curls. Yet oh, she was unkind to me, etc. (CHORUS.) And now I’m down on all young girls, No matter when or where: I can not bear their waterfalls, I hate all curly hair; Now if you know some rich old maid, Inform me quick, I beg; Dll marry her provided that She’s got a wooden leg. Yet oh, she was unkind to me, etc. (CHORUS.) KING CASH. Hope may fade, ambition may leave you, Love may wound, ingratitude grieve you; Gold alone will never deceive you, Gold is worth all else upon earth. Your ills may be remedied quickly, The method is easy and sure; By gilding your pills pretty thickly, ‘You don’t leave a doubt of the cure. Somehow in these prosaic times, Poverty seems the worst of crimes, Lucky the man who cuts a dash, Thanks to the smiles of great King Cash. Cuorus—Sceptered and crowned, that monarch renowned Governs wherever a mortal is found, : Daily he brings all coveted things, eo } Cash is the strongest and greatest of kings, Myriads kneel in homage before him, Misers court and cynics adore him, Millionaires and beggars implore him, _ All day long the very same song! They talk of their noble intentions, ‘ . And want but the means to do paige As if gold were the best of inventions — For making men do as they should! . Morning and night, both young and old, __ Have but a single theme to lovato i THE SINGER'S LIBRARY, Matrimonial Sweets. A COMIC DUET. Do cease your clack and hold your tongue, You're always teasing, squalling, bawling. You're always quarreling all day long, And ugly names are calling. ‘You know you ne’er can be at peace. Now, pray, do let your passion cease. Youw’re never quiet. I deny it. Madam, you'll my rage increase. Oh, dear, oh, dear, ’tis the plague of my life, That ever I became your wife. Oh, dear, oh dear, *tis the plague of my life That ever you became my wife. You know you're always gadding about, Dancing, walking, chatting, talking. You know from morn till night you’re out, With other ladies walking. You know you're always after fellows. Tis only you’re so very jealous. You'll own you do it. Oh, you shall rue it. We're a happy pair, so people tell us. Oh dear, oh dear, etc. ‘You'll own your temper’s very bad, Looks so flaunting, always pouting. ‘Yours is enough to drive ‘one mad, Suspicious, jealous, doubting. You know my passion don’t remain. But soon as off begins again. Oh, how vexing! How perplexing! You'll put me in a rage again. Oh dear, oh dear, etc. Madam, we had better part, Than be living constant din in. Oh, I'll agree with all my heart; Let’s be the task beginning. I hereby bid a last farewell. And I now take a final view. North! South! East! West! Take which corner you like best. Oh dear, oh dear, I now for life Am rid of my tormenting wife. Oh dear, oh dear, I now for life Forsake the office of a wife. Geox Well, then, madam, as you are determined to go, good-by.” “ Good-by, airy? Eon et recollect, madam, ‘tis all your own fault.” “TI beg your pardon, sir; ’tis all your own - fault—I say ‘tis yours, sir.” “Zounds, madam, I say ’tis yours. You know I never was in a passion.” My dearest love, don’t leave me so; Without measure you’re my pleasure, You know, my love, I could not go, For you're my darling treasure. Then for the future let’s agree, And live in sweetest harmony. Nor let to-morrow Bring forth sorrow To crush our sweetest felicity. Oh dear, oh dear, ’tis the joy of my life That ever I became your wife. Oh dear, oh dear, ’tis the joy of my life That ever you became my wife. I’ve Lost My Bow-wow. “In me see a maiden of sweet twenty-two, _ As young as a chicken and tender too, But now I am sad and my heart's full of pain, For T've lost a bow-wow I shan’t see again. - lost my bow-wow, ie my hor i s - When I left my home he was fast to a string, He never would follow without it, poor thing; He’d pull at the string till quite black i in the face, But see what some rude boy has tied on in his place, For Pve lost my bow-wow, etc. My poor little fellow, so faithful and kind, I see him, methinks! as his tail wagged behind! Without me, I’m certain, he'll pine and will die, Or, perhaps ‘be mistaken "tor meat in a pie. For I’ve lost my bow-wow, etc. I fear that it’s true every dog has its day, Oh, please have you seen him, will any one say? I'd give him my blessing who’d bring me safe back My pretty white poodle, all spotted with black. For I’ve lost my bow-wow, etc. 4 _ My puppy is gone—is there any one here Would love me as he did, and hold me as dear? If so, drop a line, saying where, when and how; And I’d be as happy without my bow-wow. For I’ve lost my bow-wow, etc. How Stupid Some Men Are. owners of the copyright. Piquillo, cease this foolish anger, And stay those furious gestures all, Are these the manners, pray sir, tell me, To practice in this princely hall? You spoil and mar the party’s pleasure, I only please them for your good— Ah! see the fool! He will not comprehend! CHORUS. Ah, me! oh, me! how stupid some men are, — ¥ ‘And ’tis very hard to bear, and it frets me, I declare, Ah! ah! ah! so stupid, | declare, ; Yes, how stupid some men are! Copied by permission of O. Drrson & Co., 451 Washington St., eee Thou seest here a piece of fortune, | Let’s seize it while the luck is ours, And after all, can you not trust her Who loves you all the day’s long hours? — Be silent, pleasant, and confiding, And soon this comedy will cease; No use, no use, He will not understand! (CHORUS. ) ———__ +> o—______ x Crossing’ on the Ferry. Copied by permission of J. L. Perers, Music Publishers, N. aa owner ot the copyright. Oh! please don’t laugh when I relate To you a story sweet, It’s all about a charming girl, That I by chance did meet; "Twas love at first sight when we met, Those lips so red and cherry, Oh! what a stunning girl it was, That I met on the ferry. CHORUS. Walking through the cabin, passing all the style, Smiling on the fair sex, hours to beguile; Nothing yet can cheer me, for I can’t be merry, Since I met that little dear, crossing on the ferry. I scarcely knew which way to eee For she a magnet seemed, Electric sparks I thought I felt, So bright her eyes they beamed; For every glance was like a lance, — As in my heart they'd bury, Until I felt, I scarce knew how, : While crossing on the ferry. (CHorvs.) — Our journey’s end at last arrived, My heart beat slow and fast, = byl see since champs ea My love among them passed ; " She turned her head You Couldn't Do Without Us. fi "Published by Wm. A. Ponp & Co., 25 See Square, New York, owners of the ‘copyright Pm going to sing you a song, _ Not very short nor over long, And as to whether right or wrong, _ You’ll see when I have done, sirs. It is about the sterner sex, Whom us girls often do perplex, Tease, defy, deceive and vex, And think it jolly fun, sirs. ~ Cnonvs—= Oh, you know it’s true, ‘ ‘You can’t deny what I tell you, You dote on us, of course you do, You couldn’t do without us. When little girls, you often please To take and dance us on your knees, We pull your whiskers and we tease You near to desperation; But when we have much bigger grown, Just like the tender rose full blown, Oh, don’t you wish we were your own, And then feel love’s sensation? (CHORUS.) Well, then you swear that us you love, And vow by all the stars above, And if you only squeeze our glove, You think it blissful pleasure. You call us “ducks,” and little “dears,” And sometimes walk us out for years, ' And then implore, with sighs and tears, _ To.be your darling treasure. (Caorvs.) And when we’re wed, what jolly fun, We then take care of number one, Sharp as you are you're often done, You can’t deny it I know, sirs. We do with you just as we will, And sometimes treat you very ill, But with all our fatilts you love us still, And will forevermore, sirs. (CHORUS.) a “pur IT DOWN TO ME. The other day while strolling Out to walk and dine, I saw a hack come flying by, T hailed it with a sign; Then in I sprung and said, ‘‘ Pray drive _ To Brook street, number three;” And when we had arrived there, _Seoxes—I said: ee Put it down to me? ie _ CHorvs—“ ‘Yes, put it down to me, sir, 4 Put it down to me; I tick like a chronometer, So put it down to me.” “Driver! would you be so kind, if you please, One day when with my brother, A toll-house did appear; I slightly slackened my pace’ f course, on drawing near. The toll-house man stood ready To receive from me his fee, ‘But as I gave my niphee its head, “Put it down to me?” (CHorRus. ) One wet day I was tripping Down a fashionable street, Ww en one of those street, sweepers haa Sf dirt upon my feet; | ghailed a little blacking ‘poy, ea brushed away with glee, _ And nape he had shined my ee ’ as When coming to the city By the fast express— I make a point of traveling First-class, as you’d guess, I said, ‘‘ A first-class ticket,” He said, ‘‘ Twenty-eight and three;” Then I snatched up ticket and the cash, Spoxen—And said: “Ticket-seller, ll tick it, so would you be so_kind, if you please, as to “Put it down to me?” To-night when I arrived here, I found I had no tin, But, as of course you'll guess, my friends, I ‘wanted to come in. The man who sells the tickets, He handed one to me; I took it and said, “‘ Thank you; sir, (CHORUS.) Spoxen—‘‘ I have no change about me just now, so would you be so kind, if you please, as to 7 “Put it down to me?” (CHORUS.) I have no more to tell you, So I think T’d better stop; Or as they have itin the trade, Td better “ shut wp shop.” But you all do look so jolly, And laugh so much at me, If you’d like to have a glass all round, Spoxen—D1l tell you what you may Ge, audience, if you like. You may Put it down to me. (Cuorvs.) > © oe I’m the Chap that’s Nobby. Copied by permission of O. Drrson & Co., 451 Washington St., Boston, ; owners of the copyright. i T’m the chap that’s nobby, as you see, see, see, I'm free and easy everywhere, you'll all agree; I sip my widow cliquot, while I’ve chink, chink, chink, And at the pretty charmers, oh! I wink, wink, wink. Up and down the street so gayly, Dressed to kill the style am I; Ladies nod and greet me daily, Smiling sweet as I pass by. » Spoxmen—Why shouldn’t they?—bless the’ dear little tootsey- wootsies. Why they all know that— CHORUS. I’m the chap that’s nobby, as you see, see, see, I’m free and easy everywhere, you'll all agree, I sip my widow cliquot, while I’ve chink, chink, chink, And at the pretty charmers, oh! I wink, "wink, wink. Dashing through the “ Central,” oft I go, go, go, My “bays” you'll find them any thing at all but slow; I always “fight the tiger,” till I’ve won, won, won, But then you know I’m mammy’s only son, son, son. Care, you see, I’ve cut forever, Tailors’ bills I never pay; All my “pals” are rich and clever, Up to any genteel lay. \ Spoxrn—Billiards, ete:, etc., sometimes “poker,” but nothing “shabby,” for you see— (CHORUS.) _ a Always find me ready for a lark, lark, lark, j From early morning keep it up till after dark, My comrades always find me, on the square, square, square, And if there's any fighting, why I’m there, there, there. __ x. - Hearts I know I’m often breaking, » . Lovely dears, it makes me sad, Quite a “swell,” there’s no ‘mistaking, eee. I make aay rivals mad? — THE SINGER'S LIBRARY. We Might as Well be Jolly. - Copied by permission of J. L. Perers, Music Publisher, N. Y., owner of the copyright. ‘You call on me to sing a song; Well, here I am, you see, A merry boy, a jolly dog, As happy as can be. A maxim you have often heard That fretting is a folly; Then don’t give way to sorrow, boys, We might as well be jolly. | Cuonvs—Then join in the chorus, boys, | We'll make a merry noise, While time so softly flies ‘We might as well be jolly. This world is ever dark and drear If to sadness we’re inclined, And he who does for trouble seek, Can surely plenty find. Good, rational sport will kill dull care And banish melancholy; Then what’s the use of sighing, When we might as well be jolly? (CHORUS.) No matter what our lot may be, If we are not content, Our life will be a burden, And our time in misery spent. But if we try to hold our own, Away from strife and folly, In this free and glorious country, We surely shall be jolly. (CHorvs.) SHAMUS O’BRIEN. Copied by permission of J. L. Peers, Music Publisher, N. Y., owner of the copyright. Oh! sweet is the smile of the beautiful morn, As it peeps through the curtain of night, And the voice of the nightingale singing his tune, While the stars seem to smile with delight. Old Nature now lingers in silent repose, And the sweet breath of summer is calm, While I sit and wonder if Shamus e’er knows How sad and unhappy I am. CHORUS. Oh! Shamus O’Brien, why don’t you come home? ‘You don’t know how happy I’ll be; ‘T’ve but one darling wish, and that is that you’d come And forever be happy ‘with me. Til smile when you smile and I’ll weep when you weep, Tl give you a kiss for a kiss; And all the fond vows that I’ve made you I’ll keep; What more can I promise than this? Does the sea have such bright and such beautiful charms That your heart will not leave it for-me? Oh! why did I let you get out of my arms, Like a bird that was caged and is free, ’(Cuorvs. ) Oh! Shamus O’Brien, I’m loving you yet, And my heart is still trusting and kind; It was you who first took it, and can you forget, That love for another you’d find? _No! no! if you break it with sorrow and pain, V’ll then have a duty to do; If you'll bring it to me, I'll mend it again, And trust it, dear Shamus, to you. (CHoRUs. i ’Tis Hard to Give the Hand. Though I mingle in the throng Of the happy and the gay, From the mirth of dance and song I would fain be far away; For I love to use no wile, _ And I can but deem it sin That the brow should wear a smile When the soul is sad within. Though a parent’s stern command _ Claims obedience still from me, _ It is hard to give the hand : cd oe the heart i never be. I have sighed and suffered long, et have never told my grief, In the hope that for my wrong Time itself would bring relief; I will own no rebel thought, ‘ But I will not wear the chain, That with me must still be fraught With but misery and pain. In all else I will be blind, But in this I must be free, And I will not give the hand Where the heart can never be. ASK PAPA. Copied by permission of Wm. A. Ponp & Co., 25 ee Square, New York, owners of the. copyright When first my ardent vow I ube; Deep red my darling girl then blushed, Ah! ‘Will you be mine?” I gently stuttered, “Or are ny fond hopes ever crushed?” Then when I pressed my suit, she muttered, No word but, ‘‘ Oh, get along, you dreadful creature, Do, or Pu ‘tell my ma!” Spoxen—Well, you know I was frightfully cut, and was just going off when the little sly boots said— “ Don’t you be such an awful silly, But go at once and ask papa.” \ Encouraged by these words so cheering, I clasped her closely to my side, _ And sought a kiss, no longer fearing My ardent suit would be denied. Still no such favor would she grant me, Repeating, ‘‘Oh, get along, you dreadful creature, — Do, or Pl tell’ my ma.” Sroxen—This time I was going off in right ae es —— I heard the following entrancing words— ‘ Don’t you be such a dreadful silly, Don’t go away, or ask papa.” ' Walking Through the Coniities ion of Oxtver Dirson & Co., 451 W: ee ras Boston, owners of the copyright. ons street Walking through the common On one suminer’s day, I met a fair-haired maiden, Dressed so neat and gay. I stepped up close beside her, She at once did catch my eye, And when I asked to meet her, She gave me suchasigh. _ _ CHorus—Walking through the common On one summer’s day, I met a fair-haired maiden, Dressed so neat and gay. She is not so handsome, But then she’s so genteel, She sports a pretty gaiter boot, And such a splendid heel. I’m always sure to meet her, Whene’er I pass that way, This pretty fair-haired maiden, Dressed so neat and gay. (CHORUS.) The next time that I met her, A chap stood by her side, And when I saw his ugly look I thought it best to, hide. She explained to me his presence In a satisfactory way, Did that pretty fair-haired maiden, ; That dressed so neat and gay. (Caorvs.) But before I had half time to i f This fellow at me flew, He must have been excited, _ For he beat me black and blue. Icareno more abouther, = iat mar nacents ees yee That pretty maiden, é dressed so neat and gay. oa US.) t = Wu, s the Bwscisit of Them All. “copied by permission of J. L. Peters, Music Publisher, N. Y., owner of the copyright. Oh! I have met a charmer, She’s sweet to gaze upon, The first time that you see her face, You feel your heart is gone; She wears her dress ‘‘au pannier,” She’s neither short nor tall, And of all the charming girls in town, She’s the sweetest of them all. Cuorvs—Oh! my! oh! dear! You may talk about your pretty girls, _ The fair, fat, short and tall, But Nancy Ann Amanda Jane, Is the sweetest of them all. She plays upon the piano, The Jewsharp and “ bazzoon,” And when she hasn’t got a cold, Sings ‘‘ Up in a Balloon;” She goes to balls and parties, And when her name they call, The men all look around to see The sweetest of them all. (CHoRUS.) I asked her if she’d have me, She smiled and said, ‘‘ You bet,” Then whispered sweetly in my ear, “We may be happy yet;” ~ There’s going to be a wedding, Some time late in the Fall, And I’m to be the better half, Of the sweetest of them all, I’m going to build a mansion With a big plate on the door, And put my name upon it, A. Junius Brutus Moore; Im going to give a party, And invite you folks to call And see how happy I will be With the sweetest of them all. ' (CHORUS.) (CHORUS. ) Horse Fly, Come Tickle Me! Copied by permission of O. Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street, Boston, owners of the copyright. There is a charming girl I know, Her cheeks are red, her neck like snow; I am so happy by her side, I dance and sing this song with pride! paar nse Loser! come tickle me! _ Horse-fly! come tickle me! Horse-fly! come tickle me! Won’t you come and tickle me? Sometimes I go out on a time, And oft am left without a dime, ’ But what of that? I will be gay! I’m bound to “go it” and wili say! I ’tend the horse-race at the park; What fun to be out “on a lark;” To balls and theaters I go, _ When coming home I sing out, oh! (Cuorvs, ) (CHORUS. ) oo E ‘The Celebrated Sneezing Song. tn Conte by ponninee of of Oxrver Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street, Fe oston, owners of the copyright. Ah, ladies fair, and gentlemen, Mf Have pity on my cruel fate! _ My voice, so full of every grace, _ Has one defect—’tis truly great; While singing, all the world I please, _ But in the midst, alas! I sneeze! ‘While rich and free the music flows— I tickle in the nose! mek ; , ja, ia, la, la, la-la, la, la, tea la, la, Ta, Ja, la, lala, Ja, la, Ja, la. A note comes from the ‘Upper Ten!” A great soiree—your famous air Will please; as they insist, why then, I go, commence with greatest care, And sing with all my power to please, But in the midst, alas! I sneeze! How rich, how clear the music flows— But ah! but ah! this nose! Tra-la, la, la, la, la, etc. SILVERY BELLS. Copied by permission of O. Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street, Boston, jzowners of the copyright, g Silvery, silvery, echoing bells, Waking the music of sweet long ago! Over the valley your melody swells, Wooing the flowers from their slumbers below! Softly and fondly you bring to me now, Hopes that had slumbered in earlier years; Lured by your chiming in sadness | bow— & Won by your beauty—all ended my fears! CHORUS, Silvery, silvery, echoing bells, Waking the music of sweet long ago! Over the valley your melody swells, Wooing the flowers from their slumbers below! Silvery, silvery, echoing bells, Calling the visions of childhood to me! Ringing and swinging o’er meadows and dells— | Sweeter than voice of the bird and the bee! Wafted like angels on pinions of light, Over the valleys in loving repose; Lulling my soul to a dream that is bright— Sweet as the sigh in the heart of the rose! (CHO.) Hoop la! Where Are We Now? Copied by permission of O. Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street, od owners of the copyr ight. I’m a gay and saucy dark, Lively as de morning lark! Hoop-la! hoop-la! hoop-la ho! Music makes me feel so queer, I could dance upon my ear! Hoop-la! hoop-la! hoop-la ho! T love a charming gal, Dat’s fascinating Sal, She stole my heart away, *Cause she’s so mighty gay! Dat’s what’s de matter wid me! Cxuorus—I'm a gay and saucy dark, Lively as de morning lark! Hoop-la! hoop-la! hoop-la bo! Music makes me feel so queer! I could dance upon my ear, Hoop-la! hoop-la! hoop-la ho! Don’t I love de pretty girls! Pepper sass upon dar curls! Hoop-la! boop-la! hoop-la ho! Flounders on de ladies’ clothes, Dat’s de way de money goes, Hoop-la! hoop-la! hoop-la ho! Love’s got de best of me, Feel like de bumble bee, Oh, I’m my darling’s pet, Since ever first we met! ; Dat’s what’s de matter wid me! (CHORUS.) What's de use of looking “ black!” Can’t you gib ole care de sack? Hoop-la! hoop-la! hoop-la ho! Slipp'ry ellum on de feet, _ Makes de darky dance so neat, Hoop-la! hoop-la! hoop-la ho! _ Dis heart goes pit-a-pat! — Goes sailin’ like a bat! Dat sets me dreamin’ Gh, is as de you know THE SINGER'S LIBRARY. -Chook! Chook! Chook! rs _ opted by permission of O. Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street, Boston’ : owners of the copyright. My first love was a country il; A pretty little fairy, But she had got such funny tastes, Unlike all other girls, I wooed her in the barn-yard, And I wooed her in the dairy, I tried to tell her of my love, But all she said was this— | CHORUS—Chook, chook, chook, chook, Chook, chook, chook, chook— ; Light as any fairy, pretty little fairy. Chook, chook, chook, chook, Chook, chook, chook, She called her chickens around her. I never saw before a girl Who was so fond of chickens, She did not care for all my sighs § Nor my pretty speeches. I told her how, that in my heart, _ She raised the very dickens, And asked her if she would be mine, But this is what she said— (CHoRUS.) I think she used me very hard, It really was provoking, But she was such a little dear, I couldn’t leave her side; But still though I entreated her To stop such cruel joking, And listen to me for a while, Why, this was all she said— (CHORUS.) I fancy that an old maid’s fate Will some day overtake her, With wrinkles all around her eyes, A bald place on her head, Ah! then she’ll find her beaus are blind, And all inclined to shake her, She'll wish that she had taken me, And never, never said— (CHORUS.) HO? Don’t Treat a Man Disdainfully. “ Gopea by permission of O. Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street, Boston, owners of the copyright, To get up subjects for a song, I once was very cute, But when I go to write one now, No subject seems to suit; p The one I’ve got I hope ’twill please, I’ve done the best I can, i want to try and help along, Our suffering fellow-man. Cuorus—Then help him with a will, my boys, Show your manly pluck, Don’t treat a man disdainfully Because he is in hard tek. When well to do in life, we ‘have Friends always by our side, Who'll comfort us where’er we go, _ And who our faults will hide; But if in our career through life, Bad luck should us attend, They’ll pity us, but few will say, T'll help him, he’s my friend. (CHorUvs.) With many, friendship’s but a name, At least, that’s what I think, \ For when ‘you're poor and ask ‘their aid, Away from you they'll shrink; So if you meet a poor friend, boys, Why help him witha will, i _ And take him by the hand and say, That you're his true friend ne (Cronos, ys -aclear case of love at first si her, = aE to the c Act on the Square, Boys. Through being fond of acting right, Straight forward, just and fair, I try to make my troubles light, And little do I care; As happy as a king I live On just what I can spare, And from experience I give This hint, act on the square. Cxorvus—Act on the square, boys, Act on the square, Upright and fair, boys, Act on the square. Now in the street a thing so bad, Which often is the case, | A swellish, foolish looking lad, Some modest girl will chase: Then square you round, and let him see If he annoyance dare, You'll give him striking proof to show, How to act on the square. (CHORUS.) I never like a round game, nay, Round tables can’t abear, And in a circus I can’t stay, So I live in a Square; Now brothers all, and masons too, Of good let’s do our share, And when a chance presents itself, We must act on the square. (CHORUS.) SRR es Oo The Sweet Face I See in My Dreams. | Copied by permission of J.'L. Perers, Music Publisher, Ne Y., owner ‘of; the copyright. I met her on the crowded street ° One lovely summer’s day; She looked so fair, she dressed so neat, She stole my heart away; Her sunny curls, I see them now, They dance in golden beams, Her face and gentle eyes and brow, © I see them in my dreams. . SpoxEN—Oh! she was bewitchingly fair. As the noble bard - observes, ‘‘ A fairer lady than my love the all-seeing sun a shone upon!” And no matter where I go— ato _ CHORUS. kee Oh! never, oh! never, I’ll never forget, ; eh The look that she gave me the first time we met, e There was something about her, I never could doubt sea i Her sweet face I see in my dreams. : I gently bowed as I passed by, She sweetly smiled as well, My tender heart began to sigh, My joy I could not tell! She vanished and I thought the day Was robbed of all its gleams! T can not drive her face away, I see it in my dreams. Spoxen—There it is before me now! That classic nose! That golden hair! Those melting eyes! - It’s utterly impossible for me to work or cP The fact is, I am desperately i in love, and— aos ) I'd give the world to meet pad now, I walk the street in vain, To every pretty girl I bow, In sunshine and in rain! But oh! she’s faded from my sight! ‘With her my fancy teems, _ And when I sleep by day or night, J gai: = see her in my ee: ie Snowe Ved? Ima a young inte But the more I think (CHORUS. ) Beadle’s Half-Dime Singer's Library. Contents of No.. 31. Ah, he kissed me when he left me, Alas! my love’s awa’ A little farm well til ed, Am I still beloved? Are you lonely now, my darling? Are ae NOs @ coquette, Lulu, darling? A vesper song, Bread and cheese and kisses, Charley the “ Masher,”’ pee and meet mein the Green- ‘ood, Cousin ‘Jedediah, at eane, pee give up the old friends for Downe on n the Mississippi shore, Dream on, Lillie, hm goIng ‘on the’ stairs, oing to fight mit Siegel m ju st the man you’re looking re Gut for a lark, It’s not the peat we eon but the pace that k Jack on the eben Johnny ene rosti Katy’s letter, Love - like a bird, rebellious, ae qray 2 fat man, likea oa red rose, Nellie lost and found, Oh, bless me, mother, ere I die, Old Dan Tucker, Poor old Uncle Ben, “Ring fon the curtain,” Robin A mouianad Singular drea: Sleighing on a Bthecry night, Sweet Daisy Darling, Sweet forget-me-not, The bachelor’s lament, The bell-rin; nger, The blue jay’s melody, The coat of other days, The dear ones all at home The first love dream, The flower of Tennessee, The ham fat eet The knitting song, The lily of St. eo nardts: The Lou’siana home, The National debt, The old house far away, The ring my mother wore, Thou’ od come nevermore to the stre Three Recent chaps, Tread tently, ye ye comrades, When od fe friends were here. Contents of No. 32, Alife By, the galley fire, All’s we ee A merry, merry vintage maid, An old man would be wooing, Be sure you call, as you pass by, Bonnie breast-knots, Call me darling, ee will care for mother Close. “his eyes, his work is one, Come in and shut the door, Cradle song, Dublin Bay; or, the wreck of the emigran ship, Drunk again, or penny Tottle, Grandmother’s clock, aa ic ane to the arms of Abra- Hl cht times, good times, dream forevermore, T dream ef my mother and my Snir a pretty widow, isabel, lost Isabel, tickled her under the chin, Kindly words and smiling faces,