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| CONTENTS OF THIS NUMBER.

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| eB Banjo am de Instrument for | Will You Come to Meet Me, Dar- }

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| One. More Dance... .. a ¢ Gourtin’ Time
| Whisper Now to Me of Home..... 2 The Old House by the Hill.....
Kissing on the Sly. . 2} A Sweet Brier Rose is My Mollie
I Watch for Thee in Starless } Night 2 | The Minstrel’s Tear............:. 4
| We'll Have a Little Dance To- Fie for Shame! or, a Wi Vould |
DUBRT 5505.3 2| Mamma Say ¢ 8
| When oo Sung Yourself into My | ’'ll Be Home To-morrow..
3 | Rowing in the Starlight........
ef Wits is a Most ‘Inowing Wo- _ | If You’ve Only Got a Mustache.
an. 3 | It was a Dream.
The Sweetest Little Maiden I | The Old Brown Cot
Have Seen... ...... 3 | The Lover’s Serenade
Lay Me to Rest, Dear Mother.... 8 | Rest Thou, Mine Own!...
The Blind Boy. . 3 Jonathan Wants a,Wife ..
| When the Moon with Glory | | I'd Choose to be a Baby...
| ~Brightemsses. 4.232 | I’m Quite a Ladies’ Man. .
Carroly LOD tiica ot. eto e roe" 5 4\ Den You'll Remember Me
| Twilight Steals URN ass escrow 4| Beautiful Child of Song. .
| Bright-Eyed Maggie.............. 4| The Old Sexton
| I Never Had a Beau........+...-. 4| When Will My Darling Boy Re
Whoever. Can He Be?......+..... 5| TID ans sR ns oy sai lne tps
| Lottie in the Lane........ ...... 5 | Down by the River. 1
Softly Now, Tenderly...... 5} People War Talk. <1... 20. ..2..-..3
Angels Listen When She Speaks... 5| Of a’ the Airts the Wind ied?
The Daughter’s Dream........... Bl Et PES Rid es doe red aide co 12
When Will He Come Back To Me. 6 | The Widow’s Son................. 12
Where the IW Grows so Green, . “ | Bink SOL, TuOVE. fe. s ec cacs 12
Sweet Little Nell........--....+.-. | The Maids of Dear Columbia..... 12
The Sands Of Dee... Presse. Se 8 Maudie Moore 12

 

De Banjo am de Instrument for Me.

Copied by permission of Gro. W. Ricnarpson & Co., 256 Washington St.
oston, owners of the copyright. Music and words, 35 cents.

I likes de ole piano, an’ I likes de fiddle, too,
An’ de ole guitar makes music mighty sweet,

I listens to de ladies when I’ve nothing else to do,
’Ca’se their mellow voices never can be beat.

But when de twilight falls around my dear ole cabin door,
Oh ’tis den my heart feels happy, gay and free,

I si‘s and picks de banjo, and I sings de ole songs o’er,
’Ca’se de banjo am de instrument. for me.

Cuorus—Let me hear de banjo, for I love its mellow strain,
And my heart is happy, light and free,
When my toil is over, and my heart is free from pain,
De banjo am de instrument for me.

I used to play for massa, in de happy long ago,
Before dey laid him in de grave to rest,

An’ he used to like to listen, ’ca’se he often told me so,
When [ sung de songs he used to like de best.

T recollect de evenin’ dat I sat beside his bed,
And I sung de song dat almost made me weep;

And when de song was ended, den dey told me he was dead,
Yes, dey said I’d sung ole massa fast asleep. (CHORUS.)

I used to sing for Mary Ann, ’fore she and I was wed,
An’ dat’s what made her like me, too, I know,

An’ well do I remember all de nice things that she said,
As I sat beside her, singing sweet and low.

And Fifty- -three other Songs in this issue! Just hand me down de banjo, while I gently play and sing,

And den I'll be as happy as can be,

My goodness, how IJ like it, when I hear it sweetly ring!

Yes, de banjo am de instrument for me. (CHORUS.)

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ONE MORE DANCE.

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

Now wanes our night of pleasure,
For the hour is growing late,
And the ball will soon be over,
Not much longer can we wait;
So let us trip the merry dance, love,
Once again before we go,
Ere the music’s happy murm’rings
Thro’ the ball-room cease to flow.
Just one more dance, yes, one more dance,
Just one more dance before we go, love,
One more dance, just one dance,
One more dance before we go, love,
One, one, only one,
And then we'll all go home together,
One more dance, just one more dance,
One more dance before we go, love;
One, one, only one,
And then we'll all go home.

Too soon the signs of dawning
Warn us of our fleeting joy,
Ah! to me, indeed, the pleasures
Of the ball I ne’er could cloy;
So let us haste while joy yet greets us,
While yet bright eyes gayly glance,
And again let’s trip the mazy
In a last sweet parting dance.
Just once more, etc.

 

Whisper Now to Me of Home.

Copied by permission of F. W. Heumrcx, 136 West 4th Street, Cincinnati,
owner of the copyright. Music and words, 35 cents.

Oh, whisper now to me of home,
The home of old, so dear,

Sweet childhood’s dream of love is o’er,
The world seems dark and drear.

And while with restless, endless toil,
Thro’ distant climes | roam,

My heart still clings with fondness to
The friends I’ve left at home.

CHorus—Oh! whisper now to me of home,
Oh! whisper now to me of home, >
Oh! whisper now to me of home,
The home I love so dear,
Oh! whisper, oh! whisper now to me of home.

Oh, whisper now to me of home,
And scenes removed afar,
Sweet memories of whose holy love
Shine on me as a star
Beams o’er the waste of waters wide,
And hallows with its light;
Oh, whisper! that my dreams may fly
To scenes of childhood bright. (CHoRUus.)

 

Kissing on the Sly. .

— by permission of Wm, A. Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, New York,
owners of the copyright.

His manly whiskers swept her cheek,
She uttered no reply;

How could she part her lips to speak,
While kissing on the sly?

There’s such a sum of smacking bliss
That Croesus could not buy

The honeyed worth of one sweet kiss,
That’s taken on the sly.

ke this kissing on the sly!
This kissing on the sly!
‘This wooing, winning style of enney
Kissing on the sly!

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The maiden meek, one kiss received,
Demurely winked her eye,

And with the air of one bereaved,
She heaved a heavy sigh!

Again that wayward whisker Pressed
Her cheek—she breathed, ‘‘Oh, my!”

How grateful to the burdened breast,
This kissing on the sly!

Cuorus—Oh, this kissing on the sly!
This kissing on the sly!
Downright delicious, e’en malicious
- _ Kissing on the sly! —

Though rigid rule declare the deed t
To be a crime so high,
No lover dare deny the need
Of kissing on the sly!
Tho’ pas and mas berate and prate,
And ’gainst the practice cry,
The custom don’t a bit abate
Of kissing on the sly!

CHorvus—Oh, this kissing on the sly!
This kissing on the sly!
This whole-soul, thrilliag, trouble killing,
Kissing on the sly!

 

I Watch for Thee in Starless Night.

I watch for thee in starless night,
I list for thee when winds are still,
Look forth, thine eyes shall give me light,
Speak, and my heart with music fill.
Good-night, good-night, good-night, good-night,
My watch I keep near to thee,
While others sleep, good-night, good-night,
Good-night, a thousand times good-night.

What, will thine eyes not deign to shine?
Nay, then, my heart:js ‘lone and drear;
What, will thy voice not auswer mine?
ty song thou ‘wilt:not come to hear?
dod-night, good” ‘night, good-night, a
* Gooa- night, ah let me .hear, :
That one word my soul to cheer,
Good-night, a thousand times good-night.

 

We'll Have a, Little Dance To-night..

I'll sing you now dis good old song,
And den P’ll sing another, wns

Old massa’s gwine dis arternoon, i
To call upon his brudder; f

en wait a little while, my boys,

Till he gets out ob sight,

We'll drop de shovel and de hoe,

SpoKen— What for?

To have a little dance to-night.

CHorus—We'll have a little dance to-night, boys,
To-night, boys, to-night, boys, ”
We'll have a little dance to-night, boys,
And dance by de light ob de moon.

I like de cambric handkerchief,

- L like de bever hat; ,
Oh, hand me down my high-heel boots,

: Likewise my silk cravat.
De niggers dey are grinnip2,

» And dar teeth look very white,
We'll go across de mountain, boys, -

Sroxen—What for? —
To have a little dance to-night. (CHoRUS.).

I rises at de broke ob day,
To take my morning walk,

I meet my lubly Julia,
And dis de way we talk;

I says, ‘“‘ You are my own true love,
You are my heart’s delight,

Will you go ober de ribber, dis evening?” -
_ SpoxEN—What for?

To have a little dance to-night.

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; When You Sung Yourself Into My
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Copyrighted by H. P. Danks. Published by Wm. A. Ponp & Co., 25 Union
square, N. Y. Music and words, 40 cents,

The bright joyous days of our meeting
Have gone and may never return,

If they only could come back a moment,
Then my heart would not anguish and yearn;

I remember the songs that you sung, dear,
From mem’ry not one dwells apart,

Of all the sweet words that you murmur’d,
When you sung yourself into my heart,

Of all the sweet words that you murmur’d,
When you sung yourself into my heart.

My heart sings them over, and over,
The words that you sung to me then,
They are treasured so deep in my heart, love,
I ne’er can forget them again;
Iremember you sung ‘Si tu savais,”
And ‘Dearest, oh! why should we part?’
And other sweet songs that dear ‘‘ Springtime,”
When you sung yourself into my heart,
And other sweet sougs that dear ‘‘ Springtime,”
When you sung yourself into my heart.

The days have grown dreary and somber,
The world’s full of clouds and of rain,
But I bind up my heart with the comfort
That the world will reblossom again;
And the earth will be filled with its glory

Of sunlight and music of birds,
Tl hear once again oh! my darling!

The tender delight of your words,
I'll hear once again, oh, my darling!

The tender delight of your words

 

‘ My Wife is a Most Knowing Woman.

Copied by permission of Horace Warers, 481 Broadway, New York,
owner of the copyright.
My wife is a most knowing woman,
She always is finding me out;
She never will hear explanations,
But instantly puts me to rout;
There’s no use to try to deceive her,
If out with my friends, night or day,
In the most inconceivable manner
She tells where I’ve been right away;
She says that I’m “ mean” and “inhuman,”
Oh, my wife is a most knowing woman.

She would have been hung up for witchcraft,
If she had lived sooner, I know,
There’s no hiding any thing from her,
She knows what I do—where I go;
And if I come in after midnight
And say, “I have been to the lodge,”
“Oh,” she says, while she flies in a fury,
* Now don’t think to play such a dodge!
It’s all very fine, but won’t do, man,”
Oh, my wife is a most knowing woman.

Not often I go out to dinner
And come home a little ‘‘ so-so,”

I try to creep up through the hall-way,
As still as a mouse, on tip-toe;

She’s sure to be waiting up for me,
And then comes a nice little scene;

What, you tell me you’re sober, you wretch, you?

Now don’t think that I am so green!

My life is quite worn out with you, man,”

: Oh, my wife is a most knowing woman!

Yes, I must give all of my friends up,
If I would live happy and quiet;
One might as well be ‘neath a tombstone
As live in confusion and riot;
This life we all know is a short one,
While some tongues are long, heaven knows,
And a miserable live is a husband’s,
Who numbers his wife with his foes, —
T'll stay at home now like a true man,
For my wife is a most knowing woman.

 

 

 

 

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The Sweetest Little Maiden I Have

Seen, —-
Copied by permission of E. H. Harprne, 229 Bowery, New York, owner
of the copyright. Music and words, 40 cents,
‘Twas upon a summer’s ev’ning when the silver stars were
shining,
And the birds were hous’d the leafy boughs among,
I was walking in the garden, where upon a bank reclining,
I beheld the beauteous subject of my song.
She was fairer than the flowers that luxuriant bloomed around
her;
Her parted lips disclos’d the pearls within,
Her lovely flowing tresses, like a golden halo crown’d her,
She’s the sweetest little maiden I have seen.

CHoRvus—Oh! how my heart did beat!
That ev’ning calm and sweet!
As I stood among the garden shadows green,
And beheld this little beauty,
Who to love is but a duty,
She’s the sweetest little maiden I have seen.

It was just the other ev’ning that to her I popp’d the question,
And implor’d her on my knees to be my wife;

She sigh’d and murmur’d sweetly that if, “pa” had no objection,
She would marry me and stick to me through life;

So now that all is settled why we soon shall be in clover,
Our lives shall be both peaceful and serene,

I could never find her equal tho’ I search’d the wide world over,
She’s the sweetest little maiden I have seen, (CHORUS.)

 

Lay Me to Rest, Dear Mother.

Copied by permission of Frrtx, Son & Oo., 547 Broadway, New York,
owners of the copyright.
The beauty and sweetness of morning,
Have faded in darkness and night,
And roses that bloomed at its dawning,
Have vanished in shade from our sight;
The breezes that fanned with their motion
Are weary, and all, save the crest
Of the restless and murmuring ocean,
Is sleeping—oh, lay me to rest.

Cxorus—The voices of Joved ones are calling,
In realms of the good and the blest,
Are calling me upward to heaven,
Dear mother, oh, lay me to rest.

I’ve watched through the day, darling mother,
For loved ones that never may com, : §
The fondest among them: dear brother,
Who ne’er will return to our home;
They say he was manly and fearless, ©
And fell with the bravest and best,
Without him our home will be cheerless,
The angels have laid him to rest. (CHORUS.)

 

THE BLIND BOY.

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

Boston, owners of the copyright.

Oh, tell me the form of the soft summer air,

That tosses so gently the curls of my hair?

It breathes on my lips, and it fans my warm cheek,

Yet gives me no answer, though often I speak;

I feel it play o’er me, refreshing and kind,

Yet I can not touch it—I’m blind, oh, I’m blind.

And music, what is it? and where does it dwell?

I sink and I mount with its cadence and swell,

While touched to my heart with its deep, thrilling strain,
Till pleasure, till pleasure, is turning to pain:

What brightness of hue is with music combined?

Will any one tell me? I’m blind, oh, I’m blind.

The perfumes of the flowers that are hovering nigh,
What are they?) On what kind of wings do they fly?
Are not they sweet angels who come to delight

A poor little boy, that knows not of sight?

The sun, moon and stars are to me undefined,

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When the Moon with GloryBrightens

Copied by permission of Fiera, Son & Co., 547 Broadway, New York,
owners of the copyright.
When the moon with glory brightens
In fair heayen’s silvery sea,
And the field and streamlet lighten,
Maiden, wilt thou roam with me?
While all nature is reposing,
And the night is calm and free,
Then, my love, to thee disclosing,
I would wander forth with thee.

Cuorus—While the silvery moon is shining
In her starry throne above,
Then, fair maid, near thee reclining,
I would whisper words of love.

I would tell thee, dearest maiden,
Of the love I bear to thee;

Since thine eyes with beauty laden
Beamed affection’s light on me.
And, sweet maid, if thou wilt only

Give unchanging love to me,
While I live, P’ll ne’er be lonely,
For content I'll dwell with thee.

Life to me were dull and dreary,
If thy love I can not gain;

And my heart were sad and weary,
For thy form ’twill e’er retain.

Take, oh take the loving treasure
My fond heart doth freely give,

And return with equal measure,
Thy sweet love, that it may live.

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CARROTY TOP.

Copied by permission of Horace Watrrs, 481 Broadway, N. Y., owner of
the copyright.
Oh, dear! oh, dear! kind gentle folks, ne’er be it said,
That I’ve come here to see if any poor he}
Has trouble like me with his head.
My father and mother gave up in despair;
For every one laughed at my pretty red hair;
But I was as happy and merry as punch,
Out of ten little brothers, the pride of the bunch.
Oh, dear! oh, dear! the question I think I will pop,
Is there any dear maid, that is not afraid,
To take me with my carroty top?

‘Cnoorus—Carroty top, carroty top,
Take me with my carroty top.

Ob, dear! oh, dear! I fear I shall never be wed;

For where’er I go, the folks, you may know,

All laugh at my carroty head.

The other day I was going to town with the squire,
Folks said that my head would set cities on fire;

I saw pretty maidens with cheeks like the rose,

I gave one a kiss, and I painted her nose,

Oh, dear! oh, dear! I really do wish you would stop;
It is very unfair, to come round with such hair,

Get away with your carroty top. (CHORUS.)

Oh, dear! oh, dear! a quack in our village one day,
He said that he could, I said that he should,

Come and take all my carrots away;

He rubbed and he scrubbed, till my face went awry,
With some stuff that they call ‘‘Our new patent dye.”
My hair it turned black, and my pockets he drained,
And it looked like old Sancho the first day it rained.
Oh, dear! oh, dear! what a little transmogrified fop!
My head it was bald, like a pig that was scalled,

And I longed for my carroty top. (CHORUS.)

Oh, dear! oh, dear! the joys of my heart you must know,
To see the first sprouts of my hair shooting out,

And my carrots beginning to grow;

My carrots with none would I willingly swop,

Because I have such an excellent crop;

And a lesson I’ve learned, which is, never to fret,

But be always content with whatever you get.

Oh, dear! oh, dear! ’'m off with a bound and a hop,

So, good people, you see you can all happy be,

If you have got a carroty top. (CHoRUS.)

 

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TWILIGHT STEALS SOFTLY.

Published by E. H. Harprne, ae eo New York. Music and words,
0cents

Twilight steals softly over the ground,
Buried in shadow all nature around,
Singing so gayly as my bark glides along,
Murmuring waters re-echo my song.
Gently and gayly I ride down the stream,
Purling so softly like love’s young dream,
Nearer and nearer my own loved home,
Nearer and nearer onward I come.
Twilight steals softly over the ground,
Buried in shadow all nature around,
Singing so gayly as my bark glides along,
Murmuring waters re-echo my song.

The twilight hath gone, fled from the night,

The moon now hath risen so broad, round and bright,
Her beams from above in the cool waters lave,

As I float gayly on, with the silver tipp’d wave.
Sweet music I hear, how great the spell,

It is the dear voice of her I love well;

My bark now is anchor’d, I leap on the moor,

The melody ceases and dies from the shore.

The twilight bath gone, fled from the night,

The moon now hath risen so broad, round and bright,
Her beams from above in the cool waters lave,

And float gayly on with silver tipp’d wave.

BRIGHT-EYED MAGGIE.

There’s a brightness in thine eye, Maggie,
Like the light in summer hours;
There’s a fragrance in thy sigh, Maggie,
More sweet than opening flowers.
There’s ruby on thy lip, Maggie,
More bright than rosy wine;
From no other cup I’d sip, Maggie
But the nectar brim of thine!

And the music of thy tone, Maggie,
Would still a seraph’s voice:

There’s a sweetness in thy song, Maggie,
Like the breeze when flowers rejoice;

A world is in thy kiss, Maggie,
And in thy smiles I see

Such rapture, I’ve no wish, Maggie,
But destiny and thee!

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I NEVER HAD A BEAU.

Copied by permission of Firtx, Son & Co., 547 Broadway, N. ¥., owners
of the copy. right.

 

Alas for me! my heart is sad,
Tam a lonely one,
Each handsome man and sprightly lad
My presence seems to shun;
While others have attendance,
And to pleasant places go,
I still nust stay at home, because
I never, never had a beau.

My costume is arranged with care,
My dresses are all padded,
And fashioned in the latest style;
While naught is left unadded
To make all my perfections
To the best advantage show,
But all my efforts seem in vain,
I never, never had a beau.

I do not smile to show my teeth,
But wear a pensive air;

And also guard my conversation,
With the strictest care;

But pensive airs and touching smiles,
Or words of honeyed flow, —
‘Will not attract the gentlemen,

_ Inever, never had a beau.

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WHOEVER CAN HE BE? SOFTLY NOW, TENDERLY.

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On Monday night a walk I took Softly now, tenderly! lift him with care, a

f To visit Mrs. Ray, This is a hero whose pale form ye bear. é
Raise that right arm of his up to his side;

Look here, that’s where the ball struck when he died!

Brush back the hair from his pain-moistened brow;

Cold enough, still enough, white enough now.

Lay his cap o’er it—gently—that’s right,

Cover his dead eyes away from the light.

And being very friendly there,
Was warmly pressed to stay;
But when I reached my home again,
Such a surprise for me!
“ A handsome gentleman had called,”
But oh! who can he be?
Loosen his sword-belt—there, take it away!
No blade is sheathed in the scabbard to-day.
Here, throw this flag o’er his poor wounded breast;
Wrapped in its folds we will lay him to rest.
: Only this morning, poor fellow, he stood
The servant opened the door to him; Smiling in front, gallant, noble, and good,
He asked to see Miss Jane; Cheering his comrades, himself at their head,
Of course she told him I was out, Now, they have killed him, we bear him here, dead!
And would he call again?
His hight was tall, his figure good,
His features fair to see;

CHorvus— Whoever can he be?
Whoever can he be?
The handsome gentleman that called,
Whoever can he be?

 

Some heart is longing and hoping for him;
Some eyes must weep till their light has grown dim;
He did not leave his card—oh dear! Some hand shall never more meet touch of his:
Whoever can he be? (CHorRUs.) Heaven curse the traitors whose work is like this!
S There, lay him down in his lone hero grave—
He said he knew me very well, Throw the earth tenderly over the brave.
He ee me at a ball; Now, leave him sleeping, ’tis all we can do—
I don’t remember him, indeed, Love’s work is o’er for him, life’s journey’s through!
I danced with short and tall.
If he bad left his card with her,
Then I should plainly see
What motive he had thus to come; {

Tis strange—who can he be? (CHORUS.) Angels Listen When She Speaks.

*Tis always thus when one is out,
Somebody’s sure to call;
But when J’m in the house all day,
Then no one comes at all.
From what the servant said of him,
And what he said of me,
Td really give a deal to know
Who this handsome man can be. (CHORUS.)

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Low her voice is, soft and kind,
Sorrow ne’er appeals in vain;
She can soothe the troubled mind;

Bid despair to hope again;
She is good, and kind, and true,
Her the weeping mourner seeks, ; :
Holy words her lips bedew, aie |
Angels listen when she speaks!

From her lips but words of truth,
Fall like manna from above,
All the innocence of youth,
All the strength of perfect love;
Ne’er a thought unkind, unjust,
Brings the rose-tint to her cheeks,
Still she bids us hope and trust: a
. Angels listen when she speaks!

Indeed, I think I’ll advertise—
Ah! that will be the plan;

And head it thus: ‘ Lost, strayed or stolen,
A model of a man!”

My heart will break, it surely will,
If I don’t quickly see

The gent who called on Monday night,
Whoever can he be? (CHORUS.)

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
 
   

 
 
  
 
   
 
 
  
  
  

 

 

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; : LOTTIE IN THE LANE. THE DAUGHTER’S DREAM.
“ Copied by permission of Root & CApy, Music Publishers, Chicago, owners Copied by permission of Fiera, Son & Co., 547 Broadway, New York,
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fey ' The sun was going down to rest, I have been dreaming, mother,
es Ro Behind the woody bill; As on thy breast I laid;
oy , The sky was all in crimson drest, And saw the glittering halo,
And silent was the mill; . That fancy wild: displayed.
Upon the breeze a gentle sound I saw dear faces, mother,
Was wafted o’er the plain, They smiled in happy times,
And soon with fairy step and bound, The homes we loved so dearly, ae
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Copied by permission of Wm. Hatt & Son, 543 Broadway, N. Y., owners
of the copyright.

Oh, my eyes are red with weeping,
For the bitter tears will flow;

And my anxious heart is beating,
With an anguish none can know;

Lonely, watching, fearing, hoping,
For the joy I ne’er shall see,

Still I fondly keep repeating,
‘When will he come back to me?”

Still I fondly keep repeating,
“When will he come back to me?”

On my lips, his kiss at parting,
Lingers yet like heavenly dew,
As he said: ‘‘ Oh, Minnie, darling,
Will your heart be ever true?
Think upon thy soldier ever,
Trust his heart is true to thee!”
Thus he left me, sad, dejected,
When will he come back to me?
Thus he left me, sad, dejected,
When will he come back to me?

Tho’ the hours are swift in flying,
Still my heart outstrips their flight;
For it says: ‘‘ Perchance, to-morrow
He may perish in the fight!”
Heaven preserve my gallant soldier!
Night and day my prayer shall be,
While I fondly keep repeating,
“When will he come back to me?”
While I fondly keep repeating,
** When will he come back to me?”

 

Where the Ivy Grows so Green.

Copied by permission of F. W. Hetmiox, 136 West 4th Street, Cincinnati,
owner of the copyright. Music and words, 30 cents,
Oh, near a cool and shady little streamlet,
Where the water lily grows so green,
There dweils a lonely maiden
In an ivy cot unseen.
How often I have watched the creeping ivy,
And the autumn leaves fall in the stream,
Where both our hearts spoke just as one
Where the ivy grows so green.

8 Cxorus—Oh! darling, soothe this aching heart,
Ob! one more kiss before we part,
She was gathering the flowers in the wild wood,
That grew along the golden stream,
Where both our hearts spoke just as one,
Where the ivy grows so green.

< At night when the little stars are peeping,

And the moon shone down upon the green,

We'd sit beside the roses
And watch the rippling stream.

And listen to the nightingale sing sweetly
Up among the moonlit trees so green,

Where both our hearts spoke just as one
Where the ivy grows so green. (CHORUS.)

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THE SANDS OF DEE.

* Oh, Mary, go and call the cattle home,

Across the sands of Dee.”

The western wind was wild and dark with foam,
And all alone went she.

The western tide crept up along the sand,

As far as eye could see.

The rolling mist came down and hid the land:
And never home came she.

Ob! is it weed, or fish, or floating hair—
Above the nets at sea?”
_ Was never salmon yet that shone so fair
Among the stakes of Deo.
_ ‘They rowed her in across the rolling foam, _
To her grave beside the sea. :
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Sweet Little Nell.

Copied by permission of Horacr Waters, 481 Broadway, N. Y., owner of
the copyright.
Oh, talk not of daisies and violets of spring,
Of rose-buds aud dew-drops, or any such thing,
For the loveliest floweret that dwells in the dell,
Is the dear bonnie maiden they call little Nell.
Sweet little Nell, you are dearer to me,

Than the dew to the rose, or the rose to the bee,
Charming Nell, fairy Nell, happy, smiling and true,
Sweet flower of the hill-side, I worship but you.
Her smile is so sweet, and her eyes are so bright,
That she looks every star out of countenance quite,
And the turn of her head sets my heart in a whirl,
And I envy the breezes that play with each curl,
Sweet little Nell, etc,

Better it would be if we never had met,

For she never has told me she loves me as yet,

And she smiles on the farmer that lives on the hill,

And she smiles on the miller that works at the mill.
Sweet little Nell, ete.

Then sweet little Nell, oh, take pity on me,

All day Iam watching and waiting for thee,

While I frown on the farmer and man at the mill,

You shall be my own true love and think of me still.
Sweet little Nell, etc.

The Corporal’s Musket.

Copied by permission of Wm. Hatt & Son, Music Publishers, owners of
the copyright.
Take down the Corporal’s musket,
My grandsire brought it back
From Yorktown, in the winter,
On a long and weary track;
Tho’ the bivouac was over,
And the march and fight were done,
Thro’ the mire and snow he bore it,
For the soldier loved his gun;
And he hung it by his fireside
Mid the branching pines of Maine;
Take down the Corporal’s musket,
We need it once again.
Cxuorus—Take down the gun, the good old gun,
My grandsire brought to Maine;
Take down the Corporal’s musket,
’T will help us once again.
The rust has slowly settled,
In the years that since have flown,
Upon the good old barrel,
That once like silver shone;
It has a quaint and war-worn look,
The fashion of the stock,
Perhaps is only equaled by
The fashion of the lock;
But slumbering sparks of Seventy-six
Within the flint remain;
Take down the Corporal’s musket,
We need it once again, (CHORUS.)

The veteran who bore it, q
With the soldier’s measured tread,
Awaiting the great reveille,
Is mustered with the dead;
But above the din of battle,
Upon this field of yore,
His voice in martial cadence, calls
To arms! to arms once more!
And in this dread and fearful strife, t
That call is not in vain;
Take down the Corporal’s musket,
We need it once again. (CHORUS.)

To thee and me, my brother,
Comes down the soldier’s gun;

It tells a tale of mighty deeds,
By patriot valor done;

The hurried march, the daring charge,
The onset and the strife 4

Of clashing steel, of bursting shell,
The stake, a nation’s life;

Then seize once more that well-tried gun,
Which idle long has lain; —

Quick! seize the Corporal’s musket,
’T will help us once again. (CHORUS.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Will You Come to Meet Me, Darling?

Copied by permission of Roor & Capy, Music Publishers, Chicago, owners
of the copyright.
When my feet have grown too weary
Further on to press their way,
When my spirit waits the bidding
To be severed from its clay—
I shall need some hand to guide me
O’er the dark and flowing tide;
Will you come to meet me, darling,
When I reach the river side?

Cxrorvs—I am here to meet you,
Iam here to guide you,
Tam here, darling,
Iam here to guide you home,

Will you leave your home of glory
In the mansions bright above,
And on angel wings float near me,
Near the heart you used to love?
And all through the darkened valley
Shall I find you by my side?
Will you come to meet me, darling,
Will you be my angel guide? (CHORUS.)

Oh! I know the love between us
Death can never take away,
Dearer, brighter still it groweth
Near the closing of the day.
Hark! I hear the heavenly music,
And an angel whispers, ‘‘ Come!
I am here to meet you, darling,

I am here to guide you home.” (CHORUS.)

 

THE COURTIN’ TIME.

Our Jean likes the morning when milking the kye,
And May thinks the noontide gangs merrily by;
But nane o’ them a’ are sae saft an’ serene,
As the hours when the lads come a-courtin’ at e’en.
A-courtin’ at e’en, come a-courtin’ at e’en,
As the hours when the lads come courtin’ at e’en,

The sun quietly slips o’er the top o’ the hill,
An’ the plover its gloamin’ sang whistles fu’ shrill;
Syne dimness comes glidin’ where daylight has been,
And the dew brings the lads who come courtin’ at e’en.
A-courtin’ at e’en, come a-courtin’ at e’en,
An’ the dew brings the lads who come courtin’ at e’en,

When men-folk are crackin’ 0’ ’ousen and lands,
And the kimmers at spinnin’ are trying their hands,
I see at the window the face of a frien’,
An’ I ken that my Joe’s come a-courtin’ at e’en.
A-courtin’ at e’en, come a-courtin’ at e’en,
An’ I ken that my Joe’s come a-courtin’ at e’en,

 

The Old House by the Hill.

Copied by permission of Wm. A. Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, New York,
owners of the copyright.

My dear native village,
Pll speak of thy worth,
"Tis the home of my childhood,
The place of my birth;
Thou’rt dear to this heart,
And roam where I will,
I ne’er can forget
The old house by the hill.

How little I thought,
When in peace I lived there,
Of the world’s checkered scenes,
Its toil and its care;
Time has taught me the change,
But memory. will
~ Look back with regret, ,
For the house by the hill.

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’Tis lost to me now,
And strangers live there;
The loved ones are gone
To memory dear.
But the bands of affection
Cling teuderly still,
To the mother that died
In the house by the hill.

I oft breathe a prayer
Very dear to my heart,
When the great change shall come, =
When my soul must depart.
Let me lay by her side
So calm and so still,
In the churchyard that’s near
The house by the hill.

 

A Sweet Brier Rose is My Mollie.

Copied by permission of Wm. Hatt & Son, Music Publishers, New York,
owners of the copyright.
A sweet brier rose is my Mollie,
Running wild o’er hill and dale,
She lives in the valley yonder,
Brushed by the soft southern gale;
Her heart is like the clover,
A blossom sweet-scented and fair,
She knows no guile, though a rover,
Like the birds thro’ the soft, summer air.

CHorus—A sweet brier rose is my Mollie,
Running wild o’er hill and dale,
She lives in the valley yonder,
Brushed by the soft southern gale,

Oh, her ways are modest and winning,
As flowers that bloom in the dell,

Her cheeks they are flushed with beauty,
Like a bud just bursting its shell;

Her voice is like the music
Of the far-off rippling streams,

She soars with the lark at morning,

From her nest of light rosy dreams. (CHORUS.)

A tender vine is my Mollie,
With grace ever twining round me,
Her spirit is buoyant and happy,
And nature’s own child is she;
Like waves of the ocean she frolics,
This sweet brier rose of my own;
To know her is truly to love her,

This maid of my woodland home. (CHORUS.)

 

_ THE MINSTREL'S TEAR.

Pve torn away the silver strings,
; That graced my favorite lute;

No more to bliss my memory clings,
The song of love is mute;

I gaze upon the gilded wreck
Of what I strove to rear,

And feel a trickling on my cheek,
It is the minstrel’s tear.

I scarcely dare to look upon
That lute which told of love;
The eye that kindled every tone, ©
No longer bids it move;
It roves away in wandering mood, .
Unheeding of the sear
That preys upon the minstrél’s heart,
And forms the minstrel’s tear.

Adieu, adieu, my favorite lute,
Go sesk some other lord;
But when he’d sing of bliss, be mute,
Nor sound the thrilling chord:
“But would he sing of blighted love,
Thy master’s fate revere;
‘ And hallow that far all above,
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Mamma Say?
Published by E. H. Harpina, 229 Bowery, New York. Music and words,

 

Copied by permission of Freperick Buume, 861 Broadway, New York —
owner of the copyright. Music and wor ‘ds, 35 cents.

The stars were twinkling o’er the lake,

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Now some girls are bashful,
And others are bold;
Now I knew a charmer
Of nineteen years old;
About her, like some others,
There was much pretense;
For, at the least thing,
She’d be sure to commence, (with her)

CHorus—‘“‘ Oh, my! fie for shame!

What would mamma say?

What would papa say?
Oh, my! fie for shame!

Get along, Joseph, do!”

I'd take her about
To wherever she’d please,
When we were alone
She’d appear ill at ease,
Now akiss once a week,
Every fellow expects,
But when f tried for one,
She’d be sure to object, (with her) (CHoRvs.)

Her pa and her ma,
Out of town chanced to be,
So I called on my charmer
And with her took tea;
The time like a slow
Quaker’s meeting did pass,
Till she somehow, by accident,
Turned out the gas.

One lovely summer night;
I heard the wavelets gently break
In music sweet and light.

But fairer than each silver star,
The eyes that sought my own!
Oh, meeting there was sweeter far,

Than rowing all alone!

CHorus—Dip, dip, our oars we bent

Amid the spray so bright;
Keeping time to music’s chime,
Rowing in the starlight.
Dip, dip, our oars we bent
Amid the spray so bright;
O’er the tide how sweet to glide,
Rowing in the starlight.

*Twas like a lovely fairy dream;
We fondly linger’d there;

Until that hour I did not deem,
That earth held scenes so fair.

The stars were watching us we knew,
But they would never tell;

Sweet words were spoken kind and true,
By lips I lov’d so well! (CHORUS.)

The night was fading fast away,
The parting hour drew near;

How sweet could we forever stay,
’Mid scenes so bright and dear!

But, oh, my heart shall never tell,
What loving lips replied,

When ask’d that we thro’ life might sail,

Forever side by side! (CHorvus.)

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Coy and demure,
That I thought her complaint
Only marriage would cure;
So I asked, ‘‘If she wed
Did she think she would die?”
She pretended to faint,
But her only reply (was) (CHORUS.)

New I found out this bashful
And timid young lamb,
Was simply a con-
glomeration of sham;
To two other parties
Her kisses were free!
Perhaps she had one of them,
But she didn’t have me! (with her) (CHo.)

 

T’ll Be Home To-Morrow.

Copied by pos of Wm, A. Ponp & Co.

547 Broadway, New York,
owners of the copyright. :

I’ve wandered far from those T love,
And many years have passed,

Since in my dear old cherished home
I saw their faces last;

But now I am returning,
And my journey soon. will end,

I'll join the throng where happy smiles
And gentle yoices blend.

Cuorus—Farewell, farewell,

Ev’ry cloud of sorrow, ’
All my heart is filled with joy,
For Pll be home to-morrow.

How dear the hearts that dwell within
That sweet domestic realm;

* I know that they have longed for me

As I have longed for them;
The thought that I am near them,
Makes my lonely spirit yearn
29 hear the burst of gladness
_ That will welcome ies return, (Cuonvs.)

 

If You’ve Only Got a Mustache.

Copiéd by permission of Horace Waters, 481 Broadway,New York,.

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owner of the copyright.

Oh, all of you poor single men,
Don’t ever give up in despair,
For there’s always a chance while there’s life
To capture the hearts of the fair;
No matter what may be your age,
You always may cut a fine dash,
You will suit all the girls to a hair
If you’ve only got a mustache;
A mustache, a mustache,
If you’ve only got a mustache.

No matter for manners or style,
No matter for birth or for fame,
All these used to have something to do
With young ladies changing their name.
There’s no reason now to despond,
Or go and do any thing rash,
For you'll do, though you can’t raise a cent,
If you'll only raise a mustache;
A mustache, a mustache,
If you'll only raise a mustache.

Your head may be as thick as a block,
And empty as any foot-ball,
Oh, your eyes may be green as the grass,
Your heart just as hard as the wall;
Yet take the advice that I give,
You will soon gain affection and cash,
And will be all the rage with the girls
If you'll only get a mustache;
A mustache, a mustache,
If you'll only get a mustache.

I once was in sorrow and tears,
Because I was jilted, you know,
So right down to the river I ran
To quickly dispose of my woe;
A good friend, he gaye me advice,
And timely ’ prevented the splash,
Now at home I’ve a wife and ten heirs,
And all through a handsome ‘mustache,
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IT WAS A DREAM.

Published by O. Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street, Boston. Music
and words, 30 cents.

I heard the rippling brooklet sing,
Among the poplar trees,

I heard the willows whispering
Unto the evening breeze,
Unto the evening breeze.

Again I looked on the old, old place,

Again I saw my darling’s face,
Again we wander’d by the stream,
Again we wander'd by the stream.

Cxuorus—It was a dream, it was a dream;
Again I looked on the old, old place,
Again I saw my darling’s face,
It was a dream, it was a dream,
Again we wander’d by the stream,
It was a dream, it was a dream,

I saw the wand’ring streamlet flow
Down to the cold gray sea,
I saw the bending willows bow,
In welcome over me,
In welcome over me,
Again I listen’d to breeze and bird,
Again my darling’s voice I heard;
We kiss’d beneath the moon’s soft beam,
We kiss’d beneath the moon’s soft beam,

Cnrorus—It was a dream, it was a dream,
Again I listen’d to breeze and bird,
Again my darling’s voice I heard.
It was a dream, it was a dream,
We kiss’d beneath the moon’s soft beam;
It was a dream, it was a dream,

 

The Old Brown Cot.

sae by permission of Roor & Capy, Music Publishers, Chicago, owners
of the copyright.
Among the scenes to memory dear,
To which my fancy oft returns,
And for whose long-lost days of joy
My spirit in its sadness yearns,
There’s none which seems so dear to me
As that where passed life’s early morn;
There’s none for which I sigh so oft,
As for the cot where I was born.

Cuorvus—The old brown cot, the low brown cot,
The moss-grown cot, beneath the hill;
Tho’ years have passed since I was there,
I love it, oh, I love it still!

It stood beside the running brook
Whose waters turned the noisy mill,
And close beneath the tall old oak
That nodded on the sloping hill.
The woodbine creeping o’er the walls,
The sunshine on the grassy plot,
’ How beautiful were they to me,

When home was in that old brown cot. (CHo.)

Tho’ I may view the fairest lands
On which the sun in glory beams,
And dwell in climes more beautiful
Than poets visit in their dreams,
Still will affection linger round
That loved and consecrated spot,
And tears will fall as I go back

To childhood and the old brown cot. (CHORUS.)

 

 

THE LOVER’S SERENADE.

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Come open your lattice, my love, while I sing
My song at this midnight hour;
From the scenes of my roving this tribute I bring
To my beautiful bird in her bower.
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Ising of the fair onés in far distant lands,
Whose gaze would our senses entrance;
I sing of the pressure of fondly clasped hands,
Which the sorrows of parting enhance.
But these left behind I turn, love, to thee,
Thou star of my life shining brightly for me.
Once again, ete.

Then open your lattice, my love, let me see
Thy form and thy face once again;
For dearer that form and that face, love, to me,
Than all I have left o’er the main.
And while you are waiting in silence to hear,
I’ll sing the old songs which to us were so dear.
Once again, etc.

REST THOU, MINE OWN!

Copied by permission of Wm. A. Ponp & Co., 25 Union Square, N. Y.,
owners of ,the copyright. Music and Ww ords, 40 cents.
Spring is returning,
My heart is yearning,
Swiftly the vision of youth passeth by;
Where is the dearest
My heart hath cherished?
Far among strangers his cold form must lie.
Not one fond meeting, not one caress,
No word of greeting to soothe my distress;
Love’s dream is broken,
Last words are spoken!
Calmly and peacefully
Rest thou, mine own!
Calmly and peacefully
Rest thou, mine own!
Rest thou, mine own!
Why did he leave me,
And thus bereave me?
Life seem’d so joyous when he was nigh;
Why did he sever?
Parted forever,
Now, I but breathe forth his name with a sigh.
All joy has left me, forever flown;
All hope bereft me, I’m sadly alone!
Love’s dream is broken, etc.

Now thou art sleeping
Where sighs and weeping
Never can reach thee, across the dark wave;
No tender flower,
Cull’d from"love’s bower,
Mingles its perfume with dew o’er thy grave.
Sleep till the earth release thee again,
Sleep till the angel shall sever thy chain.
Love’s dream is broken, etc.

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Jonathan Wants a Wife.

JONATHAN. I can not tell the reason, but I really want a wife,
And everybody tells me ’tis the sweetest thing in life;
But as for cheeks like roses, and pouting lips, and such,
I know no more about them than Ponto does the Dutch.
Teedle ol lol, teedle ol lol, teedle ol de da.

Harriet, (imitating.) If I consent to have you we must reside
in town,
And sport a coach and horses to travel up and down,
With footman all in livery to make a splendid show,
And when you don’t attend me, lll get another beau.
Teedle ol lol, ete.

JONATHAN. If that’s your calculation, we never can agree,
For such a mode of living will never do for me,
And as for beaux and lovers, though you may like the fun,
I guess the deacon’s Sally will be content with one. °
Teedle ol lol, etc.

Harrier. Oh, then, you do not love me?

JONaTHAN., I never said I would.
Harriet. Did you not swear this moment—

JonaTHAN. To love you if I could.

Harriet. Go, take the deacon’s Sally, with her linsey woolsey
gown.
JONATHAN. I guess as how I better, for I will not live in town.
Harriet. Teedle ol lol,
JONATHAN. Teedle ol lol,

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I'd Choose to Be a Baby.

Copied by permission of Oxrver Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street
Boston, owners of the copyright.
I’d choose to be a baby,
A darling little flower,
Without a care or sorrow,
As I was in childhood’s hour.
When ladies, (Heaven bless them,)
They’d kiss me and they’d vow,
That they could almost eat me—
Why don’t they do it now?

Cuorvus—lI’d choose to be a baby,
A darling little flower,
For the girls to kiss and cuddle me,
As they did in childhood’s hour,

When I used to be a baby,
They’d to my cradle creep,
They’d kiss and hug and cuddle me,
Till I fell off to sleep.
Yes, they’d kiss and squeeze me, too,
Till I felt anyhow,
They’d even wash and dress me—
Why don’t they do it now? (CHoRUS.)

For pleased they were to nurse me,
They would take me on their lap,
And would stuff my little belly full
Of lollipop and pap.
They would chew me tops and bottoms,
And if I made a row,
They’d press me to their bosoms—
Why don’t they do it now? (CHORUS.)

When the ladies used to love me,
They would make me such nice clothes,
They would make me nice morocco shoes,
And wipe my little nose.
And when the shades of evening came,
And sleep came o’er my brow,
They said it’s time to go to bed—
But they never say so now. (CHORUS.)

 

I’m Quite a Ladies’ Man.

My boots are irreproachable,
And of my gloves I’m proud,
My coats are always a la mode,
My vests are never loud;
I never smoke—I dance of course,
But on the modern plan—
That is, I merely walk and talk,
As should a ladies’ man.

Tm useful in a thousand ways;
Whatever would they do

Who have no beaux to take them to
The play or the review;

To flower-shows I don’t object,
I picnics sometimes plan,

And what would morning concerts be
Without the ladies’ man?

There’s Fannie Bell—and Jessie Gray,
They’re single still, you see;
I have been told the reason is
They’re waiting, both, for me;
But Hymen’s fetters? oh dear, no!
I wear them never can;
It may be cruel—but I must
Remain a ladies’ man,

This military movement, it
Is really: quite a bore; :
I’ve been obliged, against my will,
To join a rifle corps;
The drill completely tires me out,
The sun my face will tan,
' But then it is the wniform

That makes the ladies’ man,

  

 

Den Yow’ll Remember Me.

When older niggas lips an’ hearts
Cart-loads ob lub shall tell,

In big words whose loud breaf exparts,
What make dem feel so well;

‘You may, perhaps, just at dat time,
Some recollections see

Ob days when we de gum-tree climbed,
Den you'll remember me.

When darkies come de ’possum quite,
Dat crowded round like flies,

An’ say it’s only taller white,
Dat rolls widin dem eyes,

When holler hearts sound like a log,
Cut from de ole gum-tree,

An’ you sigh like de lone-tree frog,
Den you'll remember me.

 

Beautiful Child of Song.

Copied by permission of Root & Capy, Music Publishers, Chicago, own er
of the copyright.
Come, I am longing to hear thee,
Beautiful child of song!
Come, tho’ the hearts that are near thee
Around thee devotedly throng.

Cuorus—Come, I’m longing to hear thee,
Beautiful child of song!
I am longing to hear thee carol
Thy lay, sweet child of my song.,

Come, for the spell of a fairy
Dwells in thy magical voice;
And at thy step, light and airy,
E’en cold hearts in rapture rejoice, (CHORUS.)

Come, fill the air with thy numbers,
Come from the angels among;

Wake my dull soul from its slumbers,
Oh, beautiful child of song! (CHORUS.)

 

THE OLD SEXTON.

Nigh to a grave that was newly made,

Leaned a sexton old, on his earth-worn spade:

His work was done, and he paused to wait

The funeral train through the open gate:

A relic of bygone days was he,

And his locks were white as the foamy sea;

And these words came from his lips so thin;
“T gather them in—I gather them in!

‘* Many are with me, but still I’m alone;
I’m king of the dead, and I make my throne
On a monument slab of marble cold, °
And my scepter of rule is the spade I hold.
Come they from cottage, or come they from hall,
Mankind are my subjects—all, all, all!
Let them troll in pleasure, or toilfully spin,
I gather them in, I gather them in.

“TI gather them in for man and boy,
Year after year of grief and joy;
I’ve builded the houses that lie around,
In every nook of the burial ground.
Mother and daughter, father and son,
Come to my solitude one by one. .
But come they strangers, or come they kin,
I gather them in, I gather them in.

“T gather them in, and their final rest
Is here, down here, in the earth’s dark breast.”
And the sexton ceased, for the funeral train
Wound mutely o’er that solemn plain.

And I said to myself, “‘ When time is old,

A mightier voice than this sexton old, !

Will sound o’er the last trump’s dreadful din,
‘I gather them in, I gather them in!’ ” j

 

   

 

 

 
   
 
  
 

 

 

  
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When Will My Darling Boy Return?

Copied by permission of Root & Capy, Music Publishers, Chicago, owners
of the copyright.
When will my darling boy return,
To cheer this sad and lonely heart;
And bid my spirit cease to yearn,
My sorrows quickly all depart.
Two years ago he left my side
To fight for freedom, truth and right
He is my precious one, my pride;
Oh! that he’d come to me to-night,

Cxaorus—When will my darling boy return,
To cheer this sad and lonely heart,
And bid my spirit cease to yearn,
My sorrows quickly all depart.

In dreams, amid the blinding storm
I see him wounded, dying, dead—
I kneol to, raise his bleeding form,
And wake to see that vision fled.
Again, I meet him face to face,
Far from the sound of war’s alarms,
And vainly strive with fond embrace,
To clasp a phantom in my arms. (CHORUS.)

The changing seasons come and go,
The months have rounded into years;
Nor time, nor change can soothe my woe,
My hopes are swallowed up in fears.
When music’s spell is o’er me thrown
I list not to the voice of song;
Among the multitude, alone,
My spirit cries, “‘ How long, how long!” (CaoRvs.)

Each battle lost, or victory won,
O’erwhelms my heart with anguish wild;
Trembling I cry, my son! my son!
Oh, bring me tidings of my child!
I feel I could not be resigned,
I could not bear the crushing pain,
If it should be my lot to find

His name enrolled among the slain. (CHoRUS.)

 

DOWN BY THE RIVER.

Copied by permission of Onrver Ditson & Co., 451 Washington street,
Boston, owners of the copyright,
Down by the river lived a maiden,
In a cottage built just seven by nine,
And all around this lubly bower,
The beauteous sunflower blossoms twine,

CHorus—Oh! my Clema, oh! my Clema,
Oh! my darling Clementine,
Now you are gone and lost forever,
I’m drefful sorry, Clementine.

Her lips were like two luscious beefsteaks
Dipped in tomato sass and brine,

And like the Cashmere goatess covering
Was the covering of Clementine. (CHORUS.)

Her foot, oh, golly! ’twas a beauty,
Her shoes were made of Digby pine,
Two herring boxes without the tops on

, Just made the sandals of Clementine! (CHORUS.)

One day de wind was blowing awful,
I took her down some old rye wine,

And listened to the sweetest cooings,
Ob my sweet sunflower, Clementine.

De dnck had gone down to de riber,
To drive dem back she did incline,
She stubbed her toe, and oh, kersliver!
She fell into the foamy brine. (CHORUS.)

I see’d her lips above de waters,
A-blowing bubbles, berry fine,

But *twa’n’t no use, I wa’n’t no swimmer,
And so I lost my Clementine. (CHoRvus.)

Now ebery night down by de riber,
: ‘Her ghostess walks, ’bout half-past nine,
-. Iknow ’tis her, akase I tracked her, ;
_ And by de smell ’tis Clementine, (CHoRvs.)

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PEOPLE WILL TALK.

Copied by permission of Frrra, Son & Co., 547 Broadway, New York
owners of the copyright.

We may get through the world, but ’twill be very slow,
If we listen to all that is said as we go;

We'll be worried and fretted and kept in a stew,

For meddlesome tongues must have something to do.
People will talk, you know, oh, yes, they must talk, etc.

If quiet and modest, you’ll have it presumed
That your humble position is only assumed;
You're a wolf in sheep’s clothing or else you’re a fool,
But don’t get excited, keep perfectly cool.
People will talk, you know, etc.

If generous and noble, they'll vent out their spleen,
You'll hear some loud hints that you’re selfish and mean;
If upright and honest, and fair as the day,
They'll call you a rogue, in a sly, sneaking way.

People will talk, you know, etc.

And then, if you show the least boldness of heart,

Or a slight inclination to take your own part,

They will eall you an upstart, conceited and vain,

But keep straight ahead, don’t stop to explain.
People will talk, you know, etc.

If threadbare your coat, or old-fashioned your hat,
Some one, of course, will take notice of that,
And hint rather strong, that you can’t pay your way,
But don’t get excited, whatever they say.

People will talk, you know, etc.

If you dress in the fashion, don’t think to escape,

For they criticise then, in a different shape;

You’re ahead of your means, or your tailor’s unpaid,

But mind your own business, there’s naught to be made.
People will talk, you know, etc.

If a fellow but chances to wink at a girl,

How the gossips will talk, and their scandal unfurl;

They’ll canvass your wants, and talk of your means,

And declare you’re engaged to a chit in her teens.
People will talk, you know, ete.

They'll talk fine before you, but then, at your back,

Of venom and slander there’s never a lack;

How kind and polite is all that they say,

But bitter as gall, when you’re out of the way.
People will talk, you know, etc.

The best way to do, is to do as you please,
For your mind, if you have one, will then be at ease;
Of course you'll meet with all sorts of abuse,
But don’t think to stop them, it ain’t any use,
People will talk, you know, etc,

 

Of a’ the Airts the Wind Can Blaw.

Of a’ the airts the wind can blaw,
I dearly like the west,
For there the bonnie lassie lives
The lassie I lo’e best;
There wild woods grow, and rivers row,
And mony a hill between,
os But day and night my fancy’s flight
Is ever with my Jean.

Oh blaw, ye westlin winds, blaw saft,
Amang the leafy. trees,

Wi’ gentle breath frai muir an’ dale,
Bring hame the laden bees;

And bring the lassie back to me,
That’s aye sa neat an’ clean,

Ae blink o’ her would banish care,
Sae charming is my Jean,

I see her in the dewy flowers,
I see her sweet and fair,
I hear her in the tunefu’ birds,
I hear her in the air.
There’s not a bonnie flower that springs
By fountain, shaw, or green, .
There’s not a bonnie bird that sings,
_ But minds me of my Jean,

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THE WIDOW’S SON.

Copied by permission of E. H. Harprna, 229 Bowery, New York, owner
of the copyright. Music and w ords, 10 cents,

A widow stands upon the shore,
Her boy clasp’d to her heart;

She prays that Heav’n will him watch o’er,
Since they are doom’d to part.

Alas! the.signal now is given
For them to separate,

Whose tearful eyes are turn’d to Heav’n,
Its aid to supplicate.

Long years of absence have pass’d by,
j When on the beach once more

The mother stands with tearful eye,
Amid the tempest’s roar;

For struggling with the mighty deep,
Breasting the surging wave,

The bark that bears her only child,
She prays great Heav'n to save.

Her pray’r Heav’n’s aid hath surely won,
For storm-clouds flit away,

And brightly beams the morning sup
Amid the ocean spray.

The gallant bark at anchor rides,
While kneeling on the shore,

The mother clasps her darling boy,
In life to part no more.

 

Sing Softly, Love.
Copied by permission of Root & Capy, Music Publishers, Chicago, owners
of the copyright.
Oh, sing to me as when of old
I listened by your chair,
And envied e’en the sunset gold
That nestled in your hair.
Sing softly, love; five golden years
Have dawned since those sweet hours;
The path we entered on with fears,
Has proved a walk of flowers.

Cnrorvus—Sing softly, love, sing softly,
Sweet are the hours that fly,
While you and I together sit,
As in the days gone by.

I gaze into your earnest eyes,
The love-light slumbers there,
As in an angel’s bosom lies
The yet unuttered prayer.
My soul is kneeling as of old
A pilgrim at love’s shrine;
To thee I tell the tale oft told
By lovers’ lips ere mine. (CHORUS.)

The south wind softly hastens by,
A. murmur, a3 of prayer,

Seems wafting from the sunny sky,
And fills the slumberous air;

I know the hand that rests in mine
Shall lead me hence for aye,

As in our merry marriage-time,
It led my heart away. (CHORUS.)

 

_ The Maids of Dear Columbia.

Oh! ‘the maids of dear Columbia,
So beautiful and fair,

With eyes like diamonds sparkling,
Aud richly flowing hair;

Their hearts are light and ‘cheerful,
And their spirits ever gay.

Cronvs—The maids of dear Columbia,
How beautiful are they.

They are like the lovely flowers
In summer time that bloom,
- On the sportive breezes shedding, -
. Their choice and sweet perfume,
_ Our eyes and hearts delighting, ,
_ With their varied array. \ (CHORUS.)

 

 

They smile when we are happy,
When we are sad they sigh,
‘When anguish wrings our bosoms,
The tear they gently dry;
Oh! happy is the nation
That owns their tender sway. (CHORUS.)

Then ever like true patriots,
May we join both heart and hand
To protect the lovely maidens
Of this our Fatherland.
And that Heaven may ever bless them
We'll all devoutly pray. (CHoRvs.)

 

 

MAUDIE MOORE.

Copied by permission of Root & Capy, Music Publishers, Chicago, owners

of the copyright.

How wildly glad, yet sweetly sad,
Come back the darling days of yore;
When first I knew how tried and true,
Could be the heart of Maudie Moore.
The year was young, the robins sung
Of joy around my cottage door,
And nature, bright with love and light,
Stole half the smiles of Maudie Moore.

Cuorus—Oh, Maudie Moore! the years of yore
Come thronging back my memory o’er,
I would not give one wish to live,
Since ‘thou hast left me, Maudie Moore.

As oft we strayed adown the glade,
The sunset stole her blush of bloom,
The flowers wild looked up and smiled,
And filled the air with rich perfume.
And side by side at eventide,
We walked the river’s shining shore;
The breath of God hung o’er the sod,

And kissed the cheek of Maudie Moore, (CHORUS. )

But she is gone! at dark or dawn,
When winds and waters howl and hum,
I watch and wait till it is late,
But Maudie never more will come;
At dawn of day she passed away,
To walk another shining shore;
And oft from sleep I wake and weep,

To find I’ve lost sweet Maudie Moore. (CHoRUS.)

 

The Old Man’s Reverie. |

Copied by permission of Wm. A. Ponp & Co. a Broadway, New York,

t.

The old man looks in the young girl’s face,
And his eyes turn sad and dim,

In those sweet young looks he has found a trace,
Of a form once dear to him;

He is listening not, though her song he hears,
To the magic of its tone,

For his thoughts go back thro’ the lapse of years
To a first love of his own.

owners of the copyrig.

He has seeu before, in the days gone by,
A form as bright and fair,
With the same slim hand, and the same blue eye,
And the same rich clustering hair;
But his earnest look, and his tear, betrays
How deep his love has been,
As his thoughts go back to his early days,
And the gap of years between.

A hope is quenched in that old man’s heart,
A star has left his sky,

But his love has been of his soul a part,
And its brightness can not die: "

Oh, sweet to him is the dreamlike trace,
Of the form long heavenward flown, _

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Contents of No, 1.
-Angel Gabriel,

_A good time coming,
‘Barbara Allan, :
‘Billy Larkin.

Some, gong awa’ wi’ me,
Theer pore, cheer,

Girone Sho-tunk
“Crooked whisky!”
Call me when breakfast is

ready,
foenon. and English,
Noe and happy,

knew that I ‘was dreaming,
muse on thee.

_ Johnny, you've been a bad boy,
Juliana Jones,

, the carter lad,

Let the girls alone,

‘Landlord, fill your flowing bowl,
Land Ls a birth,

Lord Li

 

¢ Miss sin bertk boarding house,

retty red rose,
Mot - ae
Poor Jack
Pull down your vest,
Put me in my little bed,
Rose of Killarni ey
Roll out! heave dat cotton,
Rhine vine Sharley,
See that my i 3 kept green,
Sweet by an
a os a ee ier,
Sing, birdie, sing
Ten minutes too late,
at man in the seo is looking,

poe pwikt t we stools a man goes to

the gr
‘they all do it,
Che railroad éngineer’s song,
Che nightingale’s trill,
They borrow, but never return,
Che butcher boy,
The hazel dell,
She vacant chair,
Tom Bowling,
‘The eee bugle,
The tempes
The aeatuanens raggit wean!
f{winkling stars,
The Marseilles eee
The old English squi
‘Jnder the willow eho sleeping,
‘Vhoa, Emma (new version),
Whoa, Emma (original version),
Why can’t I ae a beau?
Waiting for papa,
Who will care for mother now?

Contents of No, 2.

eushla al mochree,
‘\motto for r every man,
wabylon is fallen,
Bet Rose,
itter beer,
one the sweet Shannon.
Captain Sooo
‘Constantino,
Saptatn, as Of the musketeers
apta:
Dandy
Dandy Fy iarter Joe,
_ Gentle Jennie Gray,
erate SOMAPRITLINE McKeown,

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. Tm looking at you now,

I know when I’ve enough,
x lonely since my ‘mother

rm ab’ hoy,

John Chinaman,

Jimmy’s wooing,
Limburger sheese,

Little waxed mustache,
My vife is so ees thin,
May the best ma:

Novah, the pride of I iidare

 

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it dat ticklin’ mé,
binson re
<tockaby, Lu by
“weet vision C: childhood,
hall we ever meet in?
Bingle blessedness a fib,
fhe fields of home,
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ine merry wi
‘he eee light guard,
he pil
’ The Bracksman’ s chant,

Take 1

it, Bob,
The heathen Chinee,
The cork leg,
The soldier’s tear,
The ad 8 hi ighway
The O’s and the Mc’s
The steam arm,
She sparkli solitaire,
cle 1 doing
picts

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FIFTY OR MORE SONGS IN EACH ISSUE.

Contents of No 3.

A national song,

Bold Robin Hood,

Bryan O’Lynn.

Bi Guisnes the rover,
Cackle. , caekle, cackle,
Coaxing ee a mee
Camptown

Father oa settle the bill,
Good-by, 3

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 ene any such place?
{t’s nice,
Pll be watching for you at, ete.
It’s naughty, but it’s nice,
x Lone my native land,
I’m in it,
Juanita,
Lager beer son: o
ae le maid of adee,
Mary McGinnis,
Mary of the wild moor,
Massa’s in de cold ground,
Mine host! mine host! come, ete.
My brudder gum,
Mary Avourneen,
Nancy Lee,
Never despair.
Our army and navy of blue,
On nly a flower there,
Old folks at home,
Peter G ray,
Pink dom a
pana says Im:
i Baten ene and blue,
Sing! s
oe te ion loonbotiesy
Se of shillelah,
Shall we know each other there?
I'he Gainsboro’ h
Terrance Muldoon,
The fireman’s boy,
The summer of love,
The runaway mare
The roast beef of old pee
The timid awkward squad!
The boulev:
The low back’d car,
The Campbells are comin’,
The Yankee boy,
The fighting G08,
The brave old oak,
The piste y
When the flowers fall asleep,
Wake! Dinah, wake.
NA have ee eee ones gone?
hisper it softly,
Yankee ship, and a Yankee crew,

Contents of No, 4.

After er ee rest,
A starry night Se a ramble,
Adventures: of Robinson Crusoe,
Auld Robin Gray,
Broadway promenade,
Bashful young man,
Blue-eyed oe ets,
Bob Ridle:
Down ie} Shadowed lane she goes
Darling old stick,
“Fifth avenue George,”
Few da
Faded ower, |
Sr BF iS onan
00 et you
Hail, By tl Tse i)
Home, erect Hones
Hard tim:
In her “ Tittle bed” we laid her,
Iam waiting, Essie dear,
“T cannot sing the old songs,”
Johnny Morgan
qs aia vail,

ng
Lather and shave,
Mollie Breay 4
Nelly was a a
the yours pretty iue-eyed witch,
ur

OY,
Old Rosin the Beau,
| Over the left,
Pop goes the weasel,
Par excellence,
| “Put the brake on when, etc.

 

Rosa
Ridin’ in a railroad keer,
Spares moselle,
$I or ‘hing with my girl,
ing, gentle spring,
s ar-s eee banner,

fire,
The miller at the dee,
The minute pon at sea,
The other side of Jordan.
The old oaken ~bucket which
in the well,
ane ro. veka old ‘man,
ere are kisses wait for m
eee eee
The fine 0} sh gentleman,
gia gentleman,
The fine old __ ees
The spide rand t'
se} eee - “nothing Blades like

The fae! ng bird,

The Bei oe girl,

The. h regiment,
Whisperings of love, ;

You never miss the water, ete.

 

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,
a: was a sailor’s bride,
Battle of the ke:
Be sure you’re Tight, ti
Be kind to thy father and mother,
Come to the ole gum tree,
Call her back and kiss her,
Come where the moonbeams, etc.
Don’t marry your mother-in-law,

Eulalie,
ently, sweet Afton,

Fair Rosabelle,
Good news from home.
Gentle Annie,
Haunting eyes
He led her to the altar,
l’ll strike you witha feather,
Isle of beauty,
I never refuse,
Jocky hat and feather
Jeannette and Jeannot,
Jamie’
‘itty Kimo,
Kate Kearney,
Lord Bateman and fair
My heart’s in the Highlan
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,
Se I dreamed, love,

Say, bird of summer,
Silver moonlight sea,

arkling per Heldesick, o

Ship a- hoy!
Sword of ‘Bunker ae hs

nce Terry joine e 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 serena’ 8,
The belle of the ball,
The sweet, sunny smile, etc.
Ten o'clock ; or, Senet sear etc.
The sea king’ s burial,
The old man’s got to’ go,
To the love of my youth, etc.
True blue, and seventy-two,
Frentyseor 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

ae eyes has that little maid-

 

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Beautiful dreamer,

Boy with the auburn hair,

Clear the way,

Castles in the air,

has mother, I’vé come home to

Don *t you dare to kiss me, Joe!
Evangeline,

Finigan’s wake,

“Free and easy,”

George, the charmer,

Her pretty, smiling face

want to go home to mamma!
wish I was in Dixie’s land,

a oy, been down to the

I ‘really don’t think I shall
“John .” ‘Barleycorn is a nero
bold,”

 

on kissing me,
Kic! ing a man when he’s down,
Katy did. ae didn’t,
Kind and true.
Lanigan’s ball,
ulcaby’s home spain,
Miss Matony? 's bal
ly love is still the’ same,
Merry little birds are we,
Nelly Gray,
Nelly Bly,
Never venture, never win:
Over the mountain,
Oh, merry hours!
Poor Juney,
Poor old s' ‘ave,
Roger O'Malley,
Rock me to sleep, mother,
its stars are softly ‘gleam-

 

in;
dong ‘of Bien Alpen,
Sweet oe ay
“The :
The Tittle D blacksmit!
The merriest girl tnt? 5 Out,

e goat, —
The ashing gay brunette,
The female smuggler,
“ Unsoph paeeene love,”
vemete ‘le Joe,

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Contents of No. 7,

Annie of the vale,
Awfully awful,
Ameri

ca,
American vocal melody,
al in the surf,
Bear — nt aman,
Crazy J:
Come, maiden, with me,
Dat’s der kind of mans lam,
Dreaming and es
Every inch a sailor,
eee the griddle, birdie, Dar-

He iaiowe how to do it,
I know you'll be true to me,

Robin,
Thold ie winning hand,

 

 

Contents of No. 9.

Brother, tell me of the battle, —
By de | ight of d of de moon,

Balm o:

Casey’s whisky,

Come home, father,
Chickabiddy,

Dear old words,

Dermot Astore

De ole corn mill,

“De bad Bob a

“Davy Jones,”

Eily

Echoes.

Ever rot thee,

panne eres

Fat Mickey,

Fritz, vas ehts alleweil!

a oa eed you in my pray- | Good-n!

Jererniat; blow the fire,

Little diamond dewdrop,

Like a Turk

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rriage bells
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Never push a man because he’s
going down the hill,
Oh, George! beautiful George!
Oh} Pm ae ome,
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Prett; sae ne
saa Pulling oonard the
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Pretty little TENT
een you have children of

Spooines on the sands,
Speak to me, speak,
Stick 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,

pe big sunflower,
‘The rollicking rams,
The Mulligan ioe
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,

at is home without a mother,

Wait for the wagon,
Would you if you were me?
Widow Machree,

Contents of No. 8.

Awfully fly,

 Ain’t you awful,”

Brother’s fainting at the door,
Bobbin’ around,

Come sit by my side, little dar-

Call me your darling again,
Pee ce to Erin,”
Dot Ge; nd,
Dat Hay, ole nigger ball,
Don't aby up the ship,
lovely Lou,

fee py Hezekiah,
He isn’t _a marrying man,
Dll speak to you gladly again,
I’m going home to Dixie,
Isn’t he a darling?
Jordan is a hard road to travel,
Killarney,
cee Cisde,
Little more cider,
La-de-da-de Micks,
Minnie Dear,
Muldoon, the solid man,
My own, my guiding star,

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Nobody’s darling but mine,

Old Black Joe,
Our girls,
speak kindly to me,

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m the beach at Lon; Branch,
ooh wouid I were a bird!”
Our captain’s last words,
One hundred oor
Pat Roach at the play,
Row, row your boat,
Schakcy Gratzenstein,
The finest police in the world!
That’s the proper caper,
The teetotal society,
The candidate for wr alderman,
te Se

ittle ones Ease,
The city boliceman,
Tra-la-la, George!
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 return,
Unhappy Jeremiah,
Wait for the t turn of the Beet
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Hold the fort;

I'll meet rom on Broadway,

I miss thee

T wouldn't it could,

Kiss me again,

Katy Darling,

Kafoozleum,

Katie Lee and Willie Gray,

Kitty McGee.

Keep a Httle corner ip your
heart for me,

Leaning on a baleony,

Lora Vale,

My sweet eeciseens

Merit commands success,

My own native land,

My sweet girl,

ae eer Pa, dear,

Oh, jet b m rest,
Pretty Jemima, don’t say no,
se 3 in the hay,
girl; or, Du-da, da.
clerk in a candy store,
Shakey Dinkelspiel,
Still T ove thee,
Shells of the ocean,
The Hills of New enemies
The Eo pate leads a happy ‘lite,
The bel 1} pak aed f te.

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The old folks we lov ing for, aga
The bashful girl,
The ee prince
The fellar that looks like me,
The bird so:
The diamon ring,
The old farm house,
The old pla; ground,
Up in a ballon, :
Pade aae Ben, . the Yankee, ae
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When the little birds are sing

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Will a mon climb a tree?
Yeur pocket k is your, etc

Contents of No. 10.

A merry Gipsy girl again,
Baby’s got a tooth!

Billy Johnson’s in,

Breeze of the night,
Colleen Avarra,

Coming home from the bal#
De gos; car,

“Douglas tender and true,”
Dark-eyed Norina,

Dutch onion vender,

Down the river,

Eileen Allanna,

E Piuribus Unum.

Farewell song of Enoch Arden,

She was ¢

, From Madison to Union Square,

Graves of a household,
ae appy-£0- lucky,

He’s such a lave ély waltzer!
Her front name is “ Hannar,” '
Have you seen my sister?

I’m the governor’s son, '
It’ 's funny when con feel, ea \ a
rm oa «bee in sorrow, e 4
Jack’s yarn, :
Kissing in the eens ,

Kiss me quick an

“Little Barefoot,”

Lilly Dale,

Little Nannie. 2

Let me kiss him - Sad his mother,

Little eee RA
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amt dear little Mollie Malone,

— a citi my side,

Pe etty heed belle, =
Rather too old for me, See
Susan J: a0. 4
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She’s handsome as a rose,
The Hoolahan musketeers!
“That’s what our papers say,”
The door ajar, :
That girl across the wa; . ES
The fisherman’s daughte
The lake-side shore,
The grave of Bonaparte, ae
Three bells, he
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Victory at last, ae
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Alma Mater 0,

All for her,

An answer to “ cece the grid-

dle, Birdie Darling,

Angels whisper,

Baby mine; or, the sailor’s wife,
,Bright-eyed Little Nell of, ete.
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 itis you can have it,

Happy are we to-night,

I'll meet you in the park,

_ Ieare not how fortune may vary

Juliana Phebiana Constantina

Brown, 9s
Live in my heart and’pay no, ete.
Let me dream again,
My 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,

Rambling thro’ the town,

Say one little prayer in your, etc.

She’s a wink and a smile that
charms me!

Stand by 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,

Upside 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,

Dancing in the dreamy waltz,

Dot leedle sofa,

Gum-tree canoe,

Glad to get home,

Gal from the South,

Give over, John,

Glory hally, hallelujah; or, the
John Brown Song,

Gipsy Davy.

“Happy dreams of you,”

Hip, hurreh! hip, hurrah!

I never loved before

“Tm what you cali a military

man,
Judge not a man by his cloth-

ing,
Janet’s choice,
Johnny Sands,
“Tittle mountain daisy,”
Little Rosebud,
Love among the roses,
Love’s chidings
Meet meat the lane,
My father sould charcoal,
My son a
My latest captivation,
No letter yet for me.
No smoking allowe

_ Old Noah, He did build an ark,

Oh! I’se so wicked!
“Pull slow and steady, boys,
Pray, have you a letter for

me’
Revelry of the dying,
Song of the butterfly,
She’s a gal o’ mine,

The moss ee

The rocky road to Dublin

’ The hero of the ring!

_ What makes ’em wi
| Wearing of th

Tey, ho,
The light in the window,
There are friends that we never

forget,
The Tat queen,
The rock of liberty,
The belle of the avenue,
The pene of Killarny,
The three black crows,
Uncle Sam is brave and free,
We can’t do without the merry
chink, chink, chink
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We are out on the ocean sail-

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Contents of No. 13.

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, yell?

He kissed her and she kissed him,
His deeds be forgotten,

Trish Molly, O,

I think of old Ireland wherever

I go,
I thought she was an angel,
It’s just my me
I wish he would decide, mamma,
I want to go home,
Kiss me! would you,
“Keep studying,”
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,”

 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 italian guinea pig bo

e Italian guinea-pig boy,
Toss the Turk, P
The modern belle,
The American boy,
The Irish jaunting car,
The dearest spot of earth,
Tapping at the den gate)
The land of St. Patrick forever,
The Waterford boys,
Then you’ll remember me,
The kiss in the street,
The dear little damsel,
a nate 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 oo 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;

Tam not angry,

I'd be a Gipsy,

I dreamed my boy was home, etc
I’m o’er young to marry yet,

Jenny Brown and I,

Johny was a shoemaker,

Look before leaping,

Letting the old cat die!

Long, long ago.

My old Kentucky home, etc.

My poor dog Tray,

Maggie’s secret,

Married soon we'll be,

My girl eee calico dress,

My home in Kentucky,

Never desert a friend,

Old dog Tray,

Old dog ae 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,

he ribbon of blue,

There’s magic in your kiss,
The farmer’s daughter,

he Canadian boat song,

The Glendy Burk,
hey say I’m a very tough man!
he farmer sat in his easy-chair,

he battle-cry of freedom,

he Carbineer,

e’d better be happy than rich}
Ve all are growing old,
Vhat the papers say, —

Vhat will Mrs. Grundy say?
Vhat are the wild waves saying?
ye can’t agree,
Ve are growing old together,
Villie’s on the dark blue sea,
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Contents of No. 15.

A man’s aman 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 again,

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,

I wish I was in Dixie, No. 2,

“Mollie ea

My mother’s Bible,

Nora darling,

Oh, whistle and I'll come to you,

Poor child of the drunkard,

Ring tne bell, watchman,

Soda water,

Something to love me,

Sparking in the winter,

ep oca,
Take them away, they’ll drive
me crane
Teddy O’Neale,
“The royal blue,”
The moonbeam is kissing the, etc
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, ete.
We miss thee at home,
We were boys and girls together,
en my ship comes in,
hen 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,

Annie, dear, good-by,

A national song,

A twilight fancy,

Barney O’ Hea,

Banks of the old Mohawk,

Belle Brandon,

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

I’d choose to be a daisy,

I'll he a rambler no more,

’l1 wait at the gate for thee,

‘11 hang my harp on a, ete.

n this wheat by and by,

Indian hunter,

s that mother bending o’er me?
shouldn’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, -
Minnie Moore,

Must we then meet as strangers?
My dark-eyed Southern queen,
My grandmother’s 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,

Somebody is waiting for some-

body
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 tqper,
Weep, BOUCs roe
We are all so fond o: kissing,
When Charley’s in the box,
‘When the roses bloom, ,
Will mother know me in the sky
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Contents of No. 17.

Adream of love,

Be kind to each other,

Come sit thee down,

Comic Katee Darling,

Cora Lee,

Comic parody,

Darling Jenny Bell,

Dot holly-tree oudt,

Give ’em string and let ’em went
Go it while you’re young,

Hoop de do di dum,

“T don’t have to.”

Ihave something sweet to tell

ou,
I ae no mother, now,

T’ll bet you’d like to know,

I'm dancing mad,

I wandered by the brookside,
John Jones,

a look at that, just look at

8,

Kathleen Mavourneen,

Lillie Bell,

Little Katy, or hot corn,

Little Mollie Brown,

Mary Aileen,

My dearest heart,

My love, he is a sailleur boy,

My mothe: dear,

Nancy Lee,

Nancy Bell, 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
per nks

Our boyhood days,

Our fatheriand,

Parody on “to the west!”

ae

Poor little Flo.,

Pretty Jane,

ae sae a a at me,
jparkin; rah Jane,

Sweet Matilda Brown,

The death of Annie Laurie,

The fireman’s victory,

The fireman’s death,

The grave of AEE aS)

The girl I left behind me,

The home of the heart,

The old ee Jug,

The promenade elastique,

The quilting party,

The renew rose of Texas,

To the west.

Vilikins and his Dinah!

Waiting for the May,

What other name than thine,
mother,

When the good times come again

While the gas is burning.

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, 7

Daylight is on the sea,

De ingla-rubber nig,

Don’t you cry so, Norah, Darlin

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
I put 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 weddert
Maud Adair and I,

Man the life-boat,

Moses Solomon,

My ain fireside,

My boyhood’s home,

My bresty Yorkshire lass,

My styleis something new,
eee
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,

Sparking Sunday night,

Stand p the flag,

Sweet th 8 song of birds,

The dashing O'S

ne dashing U.S. marines’

A RRs,
1e £0) er’s lamen’

The little dow. room ‘ile I

he old kirkeyard?
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The storm!) ?

The vagabond.

Time alone will prove,

Tom Brown,

True blue is the color for me.

Will you love me just a little? i

Would I were a boy again,
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Contents of No. 19,
Anything for Harry, —
A merry-go-round,
Across the sea, 7
A year ago,
Cool “Burgundy Ben,” sy
Encore!
Every home has lost a darling,
Id offer thee this hand of mine
It’s just what I might have ex —

pected, i
Jersey Sam,
Kissing thro’ the fence,
Kind relations,
Lend a helping hand,
Little Cherry Blossom,
Aeris Gertie: 1 i

aggie, darling, I am coming,
Mary of Argyle,
Marla Jones,
Meet me by moonlight,
Nothing else to do.
Och! Paddy, is it
Oft in the stilly n ght,
Oh, God, preserve 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 Boone!
“The calibar,”
The Receesa wife,
The haunted stream,
ee migle side,

e ivy green,
The land of dreams,
The lily of the west,
e 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

fire,
Umbrella courtship,
Uncle Gabriel,
When I saw sweet Nellie home,
When the swallows bomeward

fly,
Ww i 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 loyel |

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; or
“seek not to know the future,

Blue-eyed Mary,

Call me pet names,

Charity

Come, sing mea song, little May.

Cupid an Venus,

Dilla Burn,

Don’t you tell my father,

Down among the daisies,

Down the Burn, Davy, love,

Dumbarton’s bonnie dell,

Kating peanuts.

Flirting on the Mall,

Gentle Nettie Moore,

Tn der sdreed py-und-py

In the days when I was hard up

I should like to.

Is it anybody’s business?

I wish I was,

sche OTRO: ay 204 iS ie,
ohnny, don’t wriggle the :

Last week I took a wife,

My whisky-red nose, e

pe pelitans

Not married yet,

Ossian’s serenade.

Out in the green fields, .

Patriots true and bold,

Perhaps she’s on the railway, o

prety: oy May, 7;
am ave missed you,

Senorita Luz, c

Since Danny went on the stage,

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“Take home a fry in a Dox!” \
The boarding house over the !

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The child’s wish, "3
The chorister,
The dying boy’s request,
The gay cavalier, ¢
The Gio of Uncle True,
adies’ mile,

1 wife ‘
The poor little fisherman’
whe TROMOUET: ; . girl,
Water Gea wavegaringy
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Courting in seroteyee ays
Dearest,

“Deed I ad to laugh,”
Do the best you can,
Ella ee

Fairy D

Far, ar ‘ion the sea,
Ge

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3 ato all things well,
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*m. poe by thy grave, etc.
Jane O’Malley,
Joanna Snow,
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Marion Lee, weve

on
» Marion’s pone,
ae me by the running brook,
Nellie,
Not poe 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. ¥. M. P,
She is not fair to outward view,

Sunny days will come again,
4 That See of mine,”
The carrier dove,
The Peage of my mother,
The female auctioneer,
The indi; ee polly wog,
The mani
The millers maid,
The olden days,
The old mountain tree
ae Paes ON meron. used to sing,
Tick! tick! tick!

Tried.
Turn off the es at the meter,
poe the flowers as white as

What the little lips are saying,

When the evening shades, etc.

When we meet to part no more,

When you and I were boys,

Where are the friends?

# TOao: art thou now, my, ete.
Been don’t the men propose?

: Will nobody marry me?

' Will you hearken for my, etc.

“You and 1.”

Contents of No, 22,

As I sat by my hearth,

Billy cae

Bonnie Dundee,

Carry on the same old a
CVar de road, I’se oo

Come down to the d 1,

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ae ain,
oley Jones,
Bown among the cane-brakes,
Fairy Belle,
Grandmother’s frock,
Ho! gondolier, awake!
How shall I watch thy coming!
Tll paddle my own canoe,
~I’m leaving thee, my mother

dear,
It is recorded,
nent lg

Bike balsy,
aa Ann,

Maria
en the pride of the vale,

alialy; 20 go muzzle your dog,
My own mountain home,
Nobody cares for the poor,
On’ Vina oll ’ bachelor
m @ jo!
Old tromeite % 4

er the surminer sea,
Bey yo
ee y yes, Pues —
She ee kee the daisies,

ee Soe of oP alle Be Brandon,
e this message,
' The The eave of pike

- - The home ome T leave e behind me,
Vi
he lad from Lancashire.”

The mountaineers, farewell,

The merry sle leigh ride,

The n
Hat aenmalone,

. e old, eailo eB
ia
wee
The snow atourase
The watcher,
es is somebody waiting for

is without
wie oe ay ham

os the bells so mer-
He, my brave, t .

 

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 révoir, Fritzy,

Beautiful "Venion,

ook,
Come when the stars are shining
Deal with me kindly,
Down al, the Hey side,
Farewell id cottage,
Aush-a-b;
love my rae é land,
’m one of the boys, you know,
Jane Melissa,
Jennie is waiting £ for me,
Julianna Johnso
Katie’s secret,
Kitty Wells,
aaa lag haste to the vale,
ily
Little Ella,
Lizzie dies to-night,
Mary’s welcome home,
Massa sound is slee inden 2,
Meee hear pie music
y canoe is on the O!
My aoe house, my ae happy

Near ¢ the banks of that lone river

Oh, don’t you remember the time

Oh; take me back to eee

On’ Coney Island Beach,

Our Union, right or wrong,

Paddy Boghree,

weed pay 8 ee
volutionary times,

Ring de banjo,

Roy Neill

Senatah

She's black, but that’s no matter

She’s dre: aming of the angels,

Sighing for thee,

Some folks,

Sweet Aleen,

Take me home to die,

The anchor’s weighed,

The ereuanae

The happy aes

The Mormon’s lament,

aS ou man ain’t himself no

The md stage coach,

The reefer’s song,

The sleighing glee,

The star of my home,

The western trapper’s camp son} iB
a softly, the angels are cal

Two > South Car’lina nige,
‘Way down in Cairo,
Will Seaton to me, Nellie?

Contents of No, 24.

Barcarolle

‘Bonny Eloise

Brightly o’er Jake and shore,

= ‘ht rays of early morning,
he lone river side,

Come; down by te silvery brook,

 

 

Bowie: merry ee in winter,
Sets up, comrades,
Come where the orange trees
bloom!
Ella ee
Een
Pasowoi Lally de:
epee eee Byypee ndbiher,
‘resh
Good-by, Tinta, love,
Hard times come again no more
Happy be thy dreams,
Home and friends,
Thad a tea
Im a pedag
I'm Fea teen Soft the village,
I’m thinking of thee, Ellie,
I prize this. ittle tress,
I see her still in my dreams,

a eanie with the lig ¢ 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 [ had some one to love me
Old Simon, the hot corn man,
“Once upon a time,
“O’Roone’ protic Ris stuff!”
Paddy Malon
“Parted ator ‘our dear ones,”
Scenes that are brightest,
She laughed behind her fan!
She wept her life away,
Silent evening,
Silvery Tntanight moon,
Some one to love,
The dream is past,
The girls are not so green,
The glorious reformers,
The light of other da: ones
The little Groopine ower,
The Aon starry hours,
The long, long, weary day,
The meeting of the waters,
The acre the sea, the open sea,
The Zingaring

e Zingarina,

Think sor me, love, in your

drea
"Tis bu Dube a little faded flower,
aa one short year ago,

 

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Contents of No. 25,

ar broke up,

Am T not fondly thine own?
Beautiful Ital;

Black-Eyed sat:

Bonnie new moon,

Bright moonlight sea,
Charley is my darling,

Dar ani honey on dese lips,
De boss ob Delaware.

Dot liddle aviite qraahied aes
Do they think of me at home?
Do you remember, Tom

Down at de barbecue,

tle Bessie Gray,

Give de ole folks a chance,

 

annah’s at the window,

Hark! the vesper Paar

Hope told a flattering tale,
prea once more my native

 

 

 

I area of my mother,

I’m in love,

Johnny’s so bashful,

Joys that we’ve tasted,

Kiss me fo ood-night, mother,
oe through the bars,
List! to the convent bells,
Making love on a starry night,
Miller’s pene)
Mine 0”

My country’s fi
My heart and lute,

My mountain home,

Nancy Till,

Nettie is no more,

Not a star from our flag,

Oh, boys, carry me ’long,

Oh; ca mas not unkind, aoiobtt,
Oh} Geor;

Once more upon the sea,

On te bai of the beautiful

rive!
gileneé and tears,
The basket makel’s child,
The Bay of Bisc:
The chime of wedding bells,
Pee eaen of Kitty Clyde,
eaving of the lead,
The negro boatman’s ah
i ey 8 @ rainbow the

ouds,”
Theo's a sigh in the heart,
‘There's a sweet face at the Win-

dow,
Till tHe roses wake again,
Tis gna dear heart, we’re fad-

in,
Two P bad. men,
*Way down in Mai ne,
What is this emotion?
Widow Malone,
Woman’s resolution,,

Contents of No. ~

After me!

A maiden’s prayer,

‘Annie o’ the banks. 0? Dee,
Another sweet face in the

cradle,
A sweet: song-bird was singing,
aa te and braes o’ bonnie

Be iets do, I’l] call my mother,
Blow your own trumpet,
Blue-eye’d violets,
Boundi ng billows,
Burial of Sir John Moore,
Cl’ar de kitchen,
Come along, do,
Come, come away,
Dance, boatman, Satie,
Dick Murphy from T. O. D.
Drink to me only,
Ever be happy,
Give me a cot,
“God bless my dear old mother?”
Huldy Ann, how is your moth-

er.
Idreamt that I dwelt in marble

alls,

I'll be no submissive wife,
T’ll see him just once more,
I’m not such an ugly man,
Jamie’s on the stormy sea,
“a. with the sweet brown
Kind swords can never die,

ae me, but don’t say good-

Linger neet me, little treasure,
Litt blue,
id BOM

Mast the thee aveot tie that bound us
7 eae "is full of love for

My nie is true,

orah, the pearl pt Tralee,”

Parade of the oo

Rouse, brothers, to ollicht;

pee Be eon: rouse,
afternoon crawl,

The bells of oar

The bowld sojer bo;

The captain,

The cuckoo’s note:

The day I ery ed bse-bal,

The dear Iris!

The east side on oars

The handsome man,

The horn of eee

The landlord’s

The old school- erises

The postman’s knock,

The aor

The three fishers,

 

 

When the little birds are singing
in the garden!

 

ey

Contents No, 27.
A
aie es, Daisybeau,

Bob Baker, the shoemaker,
Bright rosy pees

Buy a broom,

Charge the can cheerily,

Come back, massa, come back,
De Rhemish rifle pand,
“Eureka!

Far from the hearthstone,
Flirting in the starlight,

For you we are prey at home
From our home loved are

in
a Sived kiss to me!”
Golden hours,
High Daddie,
Huntingtown.
I do not watch alone,
Tlove the merry sunshine,
Til have your number! or
Tl never have her back again!
T’ll tell nobody,
I’m a forester
I’m the ladies’ pent a
I’m nice ts SO We:
It’s nice w = a fa
Jack Ra
ae a aa
rry’s good-by,
ties me a Tove me long,
ae circles, hig cian,
e me no gaudy chaple
My Emma Louise,
ay me vas so awfully sheal-

ally Ca
sively ‘wear a uniform,
Ole ek Se,
ane aa ames put on high col-
somebody's waiting for some-
101
Sons of the old bell,
See
and to your guns,
ae eat tack, ates
e anchor @;
The baronet, pe
The carrier Pigeon,
The collar boys,
The comet of the west,
The good ship, the Kitty,
The old house by the bay,
Tom Tackle,
When the wine cup is smiling,
When this cruel war is over,
Wind thy horn, my hun

bo,
Yo! Phones hol
You'll forgive me then.

Contents No. 28.

a ar eee

Peres T blue-eyed Bess,

Come, oh, come with me,

Comme il faut,

Be heart, we're growing
ol¢

De Flip-flap nigs

Did on ever call me darling?

Don’t drink my boy to-night,

Down by the surging sea,

Dream, baby, dream,

Dream of the dance,

Dwelling with the angels,

Fannie Grey,

iY
Hoop- ertido Gateat
n the wild innate: track,
*m coming home to die,
t’s very Pe nea

will stand y, my friend,
ce ooo ible near your
Listening on the hill,

Limberger scheese!
Love and friendship still are

thine,

Major Majolica,
Many a time and o:

Moonlight starlight, } daylight,
Morn on the mead

Mother would comtart me,
Nigger, eaue down dat jug,

what is my darling

 

; ream-
‘in
a sine to me those dear old

one Chitistmas -tide,
Rocked in the cradle of the

deep
Roses Lie along the way,
Stop dat knockin’ z
Brier sean Sf Home,
Switzer’s song o:
Take back the heart,
The ebony swell,
The Killarney Fusileers,
The landsman’s song,
The sorrowful paddy,
The stars and - ripes,
The stirrup cu
ares puny: Pours of childhood,
q

Things Sink never oe
Tis ore ee makes the mare go!

8.
Twill neber'd a Ac gib it up so,
Werry pe pe
We will not mapeat any more,
ee rooy dreams come true,

weep for thee?

Wik he never come?
Wouldn’t you like to know?

 

 

 

   

¥

‘Contents of No, 29.

Alabama Joe,

Barney, the lad from Kildare,

Be always ae and doing, boys,

Better late than never,
Blue bonnets or the border,

Bonnie blue

Bright, bright nye:

Can you, sweetheart, keep a
secret)

Come back to our cottage so
lonely,

Darling Norah's mine,

Dear mother, call me S home

ary £0 come, easy g0,

Ec!

God pies ess y

Grafted into othe army,
Happy-go-lucky, am

Highland Mary,

know a pair of hazel eyes,

love tha’ cow old flag the best,

wish he’d tell me why?

Jennie June,

Jennie

Jenny dang the weaver,

Jessie, the flower o’ Dumblane,.
Kiss me, darling, ere we sever,

Login brass

appr returns of the day,

Mister Hill, pray, be still,

Mother, dearest, I am coming,

Murmuring sea,

My ain fireside,

at coat ) dear, ;

0. need a

td Jes SY, HS Yo

Old John Jones,

Our country and fi

Since grandfather died,

Some girls do and some girls
don’t,

Some love to r

Tell mother I die b happy,

The answer of Ben

The day our mother die d,

There’s nae luck about the house,

The miseries of oo

The old grenadier,

The regularcure, -

The shoes ay daddy wore,

"Tis midnight on the: stormy deep

oy. make room for your

When “tne birds have gone to

sleep,

NEHEN, was Moses when the light
went out?

Will the dear old times come
back again

Won't you tell me why, Robin?

Contents of No. 30.
A curious circumstance,
“ Beautiful leaves,”
Beautiful spirit, spirit of love,
Bill and I,

Billy Salamagundi
eae ed Milly,”

 

eabe ane. while I’m here,
ivening bringeth my heart,
‘airy dreams,
fancy I’ve seen you before,
In the down-hill of life; ee to-
eons a
ma poor S.
Iremember the
we parted,
Katy avourneen,
Kind friends are near her,
Little Major,
pore 's herteck cure

wiother "kissed me in my

My grandmother’s chair,
ay. ittle valley home
oh, love is om ee battlefield,
2 baby m:
Georee, = tickle me so,

Only t

fae ‘cla. of battle, mother,
on the shores of Tennessee,
Our little darling’s dead, -
Our sweethearts at home,
Phantom footsteps.
The chap from Buffalo,
The Danube river,
The ae when we were youn,,
The 2pPy muleteer,
The nl 8 far out at sea,
se cinaiden in the

The he meer lang id ee

The Rhinoceros,
The rock beside thi

 

oie when sadly

green-

ee apa for us at home,
wedding,

Trust to luc

Uncle Joe's Hail Colum mbia,

wae my brother in the battle?
aes 8 oe to heah from
What! i home paar wife?
Whene’er I think of thee,

yas silver locks replace the

witty cot :

You aay rt "know not why ae
sad,

 
 

 

Contents of No. 31.

Ah, he kissed me when he left

me

Alas! my love’s away,

A little farm well tilled,

Am I still beloved?

ae you lonely now, bed darling?
Aan not a coquette, Lulu,

AY aloes er song,

and cheese and kisses,
cae the ‘‘ Masher,
feente and meet me in the Green-

‘ood,
cousin’ 7 seca uats
Daisy D:
ane ives ap the old friends for
ew |
Down on the Mississippi shore,
Dream on, Lillle,
Footsteps on the stairs,
I’m going to fight mit Siegel
Pak ue he man yow’re looking

pa Cut for a lark,

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

Jack on the green,

Johnny Schmoker,

Katy’s letter,

Love is like a pird, rebellious,

Merry, little, gray, fat man,

 

FIFTY OR MORE SONGS IN

My blue-eyed Nellie,

My love is likea red red rose,

Nellie lost and found,

Oh, bless me, sO Ore ere I die,

Old Dan Tucke

Poor old Uncle ein:

‘Ring down the curtain,”

Robin se

Rommani,

Singular dreams

Sleighing on a starry night,

Sweet Daisy Darling,

Sweet forget-me- -not,

The bachelor’s lament,

The bell- ringer,

The blue jay’ 's melody,

The coat of other da; s,

The dear ones all at home,

The first love dream,

The flower of Tennessee,

The ham fat man,

The knitting SO: ng,

The lily of St. Leonard’s,

The Low’siana home,

The National debt,

The old house far away,

The ring my mother wore,

Bye it come nevermore to the
str

Three rordiah chaps,

Tread Hehtly, ye comrades,

Watching for pa,

When old friends were here.

 

 

EACH ISSUE,

Contents of No. 32,

A life by the galley fire,
All’s well,

A mene? ‘merry vintage maid,
An old man would be wooing,
Be sure you call, as zon pass b; .
Bonnie breast-knots

Call me darling,

Christ will care for mother

now,
Close his eyes, his work is

done.
Come in and shut the door,
Cradle song,
Dublin Bayt or, the wreck of the
emigrant ship,
Drunk again, or Timothy Tottle,
Grandmother's clock,
He’s gone to the arms of Abra-

ham,
High times good times,
dream ricer vermore,
I denn of my mother and my
home,
Iknow'a pretty widow,
Isabel, lost Isabel,
I tickled her under the chin,
Kindly yous and smiling faces,
Kiss and make it up,
Kiss me as of old, mother,
Kiss me once more, mother,
Leetle baby mine,

 

Life on the canawl,
Maid of Llanwellyn,
Molly dear, good-night,

should like to marry,
Oh why am I 80, happy?
“On a balcony,
One single ing
Sam Slick, the Yankee oe
She was ail the world to me,
Song of a thousand years,
Sunshine and cloud,
Tell me, mother, can I go?
The evacuation,
The little ones aslee
Eee parting of

The village maiden,
The white cockade,
gee are plenty of fish in the

There's no such girl as mine,

There’s nothing likea fresh’ning
breeze,

Those evening bell

a mother will rok thee to

Pastor’s

Wate’ not my aan
Weep no more for Li ly.
What does Tittle pirdio say?
at Jack will say,
Your fortune is too small for me,

eep,
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