SSS Seenc KND SENT NRT SY SONGS aN Narroys oO SE Copyrighted 1878, by BEADLE & ADAMS. Price, 5 Cents. CONTENTS OF THIS NUMBER. PAGE, PAGE. Skating on One in the Gutter. .... 1 | My Beau that Went to Canada... 7 Oh! Saturday Afternoon 2} The Green Shenandoah........... 7 It is the Miller’s Daughter........ 2| Thy Voice is Near .............. < Measure Your Wants by Your List’ning on the Hill... .......... 8 Means 2/| Sing Me to Sleep, Father........ 8 Now Mosés 060 8 As. Bie Can Always Help One, Oh! Take Not Our Little Girl Where One Cannot Always AW Oe 0. , S. oes - 38 Help, Manys .poe-05 25 phe. wens 8 In Silvery Light! ....... ; 3 | Waiting at the Old Linden Tree.. 8 Away on the Prairie Alone {MONO A RANTS oy a hele. 9 Lost Star of My Home ... | The Ship That Never Returned... 9 The Valley of Chamouni. I Wonder Why He Comes Not.... 9 My Mother’s Cot....... 8| The Cot Where the Old Folks The Music of the Mill... oe es Dae 5 et Father’s Come Home..... -. 4! Jessie Lee... anes oa Rae Somebody’s Darling.............. 4 Oh, Would I re -. oie: Move My Arm-Chair, Dearest | Wait, My Little One, Wait)... .. 10 Mother 4|I'm Thinking, John, of That Give Me the Man of Honest Heart 5 Sweet_Thne. ..2s.. sc00s Fyewdas 10 They Have Broken Up Their | The Wandering Boy from IN oo ich ss ea aoe sn Romer) oo Hi ee Allis Well at Home..... -- 5| Sweet Dreams of Home.......... 11 RTD Cia es 2s aeons oe 5| An Hour at Central Park....,... 14 Cushla Agus Machree..... .. .... 5 | The School of Jolly Dogs......... ll Dream, Baby, Dream.... ..._.. 6 | Be Kind io Darling Sister Nell... 11 The First Kiss at the Garden | The Urinown Heroes........ .. 11 Gate..... ...... ... ........ 6| My Mother Did So Before Me.....12 Nancy’s Waterfall . .... .. 6) The Boys That Wear the Green. .12 One by One.... .... oe -- 6| Please, Father, Don’t Drink Any To-Night We say Farewelll....... 6 More.... Poi amphi so ais My Sweetheart When a Boy... .. Hearts and Homes....... WUNU OE OR GE: 8. So twa fc 7 | The Little Blue-eyed Boy Skating on One in the Gutter. Copied by permission of E. H. Harprina, 229 Bowery, New York, owner of the copyright. Music and words, 10 cents, When I was a boy I was brimful of fun, For all sorts of tricks I was noted; From morning till evening I never was done, On rollicking pleasure I doted. I tried every game, and when winter-time came, With joy I was all in a flutter; Then, out on the ice, oh I tell you ’twas nice; I went skating on one in the gutter. Cxorus—Skating on one, skating on one! Oh, boys, there was never such glorious fun; All other pleasures of youth I would shun, And go skating on one in the gutter. I beat all the boys with my far-fetching stride, In fact I was never artistic; While backward and forward soegraceful did glid« I thought ev’ry motion majestic. I cared not to skate on the rink or the park, You may b’lieve it’s the truth which I utter, The best of all pleasures from daylight till dark, Was skating on one in the gutter. (CHoRvs.) To join in the-sport I would loiter from school, And gain the great wrath of my master; = =~ Sometimes on the ice I would get a great fall, ieee: : gtos And go home for a piece of shinplaster. And Fifty-two other Songs in this issue! And oft thro’ the day I would steal soft away, aa dae eg eta With a hungry boy’s balm, bread and butter, Sold by all newsdealers, five cents'each; or sent.-post-paid, to arly address, on receipt |". ‘Fo-meet my-.coOmMpanions,. 80 NOISY: and gay, of six.cepts per copy, BEADLE & ADAMS, Publi hers, 98 William St.,N.Y. | += + And go skating: oti-one.in the gutter. (CHorvs.) i ——= ¥S ’ THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. } } { ] 4) i ' OH! SATURDAY AFTERNOON. | - Copyrighted by Bo. H. Beyenict, Published by Sprar & Dennnor®, 717— + Bs roadway, N.Y. Music and words, 40 cents. We met upon Manhattan beach, One summer afternoon, The waves just sparkled out of reach, And sung their merry tune. : He raised his hat with sweet surprise, And closer to me drew, He glanced at me with loving eyes, That thrilled me thro’ and thro’; He glanced at me with loving eyes, That thrilled me thro’ and thro’. Spoxen—‘‘I believe we have met before,” he said. ‘‘ Yes,” I faltered out, ‘last Saturday afternoon.” Then he said in the sweetest way, ‘‘ How delightful!” CxorRus—Oh! Saturday afternoon, When all the styles are, out, *Tis charming and sweet there your lover to meet, On Saturday afternoon. Fond hearts are lost and won, On Saturday afternoon, And many a glance you may steal by chance, On Saturday afternoon. We strolled along the snowy sand, And heard the bathers scream, And oh! he tried to squeeze my hand Tn love’s delicious dream. His loving words like songs of birds, I seem to hear them yet, My heart was like a little fish, Just caught within a net, My heart was like a little fish, Just caught within a net. Spoxen—Oh, I was so happy! Go try it yourself any Saturday afternoon. (CHORUS.) The sun, at last, was going down, His arm was round my waist, And yet I didn’t care to frown, So neatly there ’twas placed. He softly bade me ‘‘ Au revoir,” I heard his lips repeat, “ Tl] meet you here precisely four, Next Saturday, my sweet, Pll meet you here precisely four, Next Saturday, my sweet,” Spoxen—And I would’nt miss the opportunity for anything. - Don’t forget next Saturday. Cxorus—Oh! Saturday afternoon, When all the styles are out, Tis charming and sweet there your lover to meet, On a Saturday afternoon. Yes! Saturday afternoon, Gay! Saturday afternoon, Precisely at four, I will meet you all there, Next Saturday afternoon. It is the Miller’s Daughter. It is the miller’s daughter, And she is grown so dear, That I would be the jewel That trembles at her ear, For hid in ringlets day and night, I'd touch the neck so warm and white. And I would be the girdle E About her dainty waist, i Her heart would beat against me, : In sorrow and in rest, And I should know if it beat right, l’d clasp it round so close and tight. And I would be the necklace, AJl day to fall and rise, Upon her bulmy bosom, _... With her laughter and her sighs, And I shontd lie so light, so light, — ‘scarce s)ould be unclasped ab night. a : aay a eae cle I once heard a proverb, worth ’graving in gold;- *Twas spoken in years that are past, And he too is gone, who made.it his own, But while there’s a world it. will last. The saying was pithy, it’s meaning ‘was this— Which ever way Providence leans, , If what fortune grants won’t cL. up to,yyour wants, You must bring down yout ‘yants to your means, CHORUS. So think of my song as you journey along Thro’ life and its changeable scenes, : If your wants prove too high for your means to supply, Why bring down your wants to your means, _ * How often we see the gay man of the world, ; With money and_ plenty to spare Did he use it aright, but he puts it to flight, And appears as tho’ short of his share. Then he pays twenty shillings, to borrow a pound, Till his folly no longer he screens, ( : Thus he parts with his wealth, loses station and health, Thro’ his wants overrunning his means. (CHORUS.). e The rough-handed plowman, up early and late, Whose days with hard toil are beset, If he’s scanty of clothes, it is nothing he owes, So he’s richer than him who’s in debt. f For if homely his fare, he is happy withal, Tho’ it’s little from learning he gleans, "hie, ‘And he never needs run from a bailiff or dun, For he measures his wants by his means. (CHORUS.) Then ye who have little, and ye who have much, Enjoy what you’ve got in content; Nor squander your store, and your health getting more, Live right, and you’ll never repent. : This world is a garden with pleasure well fill’d, Tho’ sorrow sometimes intervenes, But troubles will fly, as the clouds drifting by, If you measure your wants by S que means. (CHO.) ¥ Ry NOW MOSES. Copied by permission of Roor & Capy, Music Publishers, Chicago, owners of the copyright. “ Now, Moses, what makes you so strange and forgetful? How is it you heed what I tell you no more? Just look at your picture—wha, would not be fretful! | Your great muddy boots on my clean kitchen floor, .. And there you are smoking, oh, dear! ’tis provoking, To tease and torment me it is your desire; I'll throw your old—no, sir, indeed I’m not joking— Tll throw your old meerschaum right into the fire. ‘CHORUS. 5 “ Now, Moses, you'll catch it! now, Moses, don’t touch it, Now, Moses, don’t you hear what I say?” ’Tis thus, without stopping, the music keeps dropping, For night after night, and for day after day. “ Now, Moses, do tell me—now, what are you doing ~ Off there in the pantry, so still and so sly? I know very well there is some mischief brewing— Ha! that’s what you’re after—a whole cherry pie. Stop! stop! you are taking the last of my baking, The very last pie that was left on the shelf; If ever one did, you deserve a good shaking, And I’ve a great notion to try it myself. (CHoRUS.) : 3 “ Now, Moses, come, let us be pleasant and clever, We must not, in future, lead such a sad life; Come, you be my dear, noble husband forever, And P’ll be, forever, your sweet, loving wife, — Of course, none supposes that life is all roses, But really I think that—well, now, I declare! : You rascal! you villain! you stupid thing. Moses! : _. You laid your old curry-comb right in my chair.” (C: ey Méasure Your Wants by Your Means. | Published by B. H. Hanprne, 220 Bowery, New York. Music and words, —_~—- 4 ‘ sé ee THE SINGER'S LIBRARY Broadway, New York. Music and words, 35 cents. A little flow’ret lately blooming, Now droops beneath the chilly blast, With her our ev’ry hope entombing, Each heart with sadness is o’ercast; Stay those arrows in their flight, We cannot let her go, Our bursting hearts with sorrow sighing, Yearn for the suff’ring loved one now. Cuorus—From our darling faint and low, May.death’s dread shaft be turned, we pray; May her youthful bloom return, Oh! take not our little girl away. She suffers in her young life’s morning, ~ This fairest lily of the vale, Her smile was once her home adorning, But now her cheek is wan and pale; Tell us not the die is cast, ) Oh! Take Not Our Little Girl Away. Copyrighted by C. T. Frencx. Published by Sprar & Drsnuorr, 717 Lost Star of My Home, ~ Copied by permission of Wu. A. Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. Thou art gone and bereft me of all I hold dear, And peace from my bosom forever has fled, There’s no one in future to comfort or cheer me, Joys that were boundless, gow faded and dead. CHORUS. Life has no charm, for I miss thee forever, How dark is my future, my idol has flown; Oh! sad is my poor heart, a stranger to pleasure, I miss thee, my darling, lost star of my home. I sigh for the days when, forgetting the morrow, We wandered at-night as our love-star would rise, When doubt fled away, and I thought not of sorrow, But drank in the light of thy beautiful eyes... (CHoRUS.) Lost star of my home, wilt thou roam o’er the billow, To dwell among strangers, unloved and unknown? Why leave me in sorrow to grieve ’neath the willow, MV And sadly remember the days that are gone? (CHorvus.) But darling stay, oh! stay, And thou the messenger of mourning, Oh! leave her now and go thy way. (CHORUS. ) THE VALLEY OF CHAMOUNI. Published by E. H. Harpina; 220 Bowery, N.Y. Music and words, 10 cents, _—-- IN SILVERY LIGHT! Copied by permission of E. H. Harprxc, 229 Bowery, New York, owner of the copyright. Music and words, 40 vents. In silv’ry light r:erry hearts gayly dancing, Fresh youth and beauty, ah! happy scene enchanting; Rich music felling its stories so bright, To the h- py waskers, whirling in the silv’ry light. CHORUS. Light!y now we glide, ah! golden dance of pleasure, _ Allin rhythmic time to musie’s sparkling joyous measure, In silv’ry light we glide, in silv’ry light we glide, In rays of brilliant silv’ry lights we glide. Ah! in silwry light merry hearts gayly dancing, Fresh youth'and beauty, ah! happy scene enchanting; Rich music telling its stories so bright, ; To the happy maskers, whirling in the sily’ry light. Fragrance of flowers each sense gently steeping; Dark laughing eyes thro’ the masks ever roguishly peeping; Gay Momus reigas o’er the dancers to-night, Wrapt in sweet contentment gliding in the silvry Jight. (CHoRUS,) 4 Away on the Prairie Alone. Copied by permission of Roor & Capy, Music Publishers, Chicago, owners of the copyright. So handsome, so young, and so hearty, With never a wife of -his own— I was thinking of Neddy McCarty, Away on the prairie alone. When who should come in but Jim Daly, And sit himself down by my side, All dressed like a dandy so gayly, And sure it’s himself has the:pride. His house was just finished and painted So white, with the window-blinds green, A lady was just what he wanted, He said, to preside o’er the scene, With carpets his floors he would cover, With pictures his walls should .be hung, Ob! he was the broth of a lover, With honey, you'd say, on his tongue: He told me to get myself ready, And, sure as the sun had gone down He'd make me as wealthy a lady As any that rode through that town. You'd wonder, now, what was the matter, . His face was as long as a mile, When I said if I couldn’t do better, I'd marry him after a while, So handsome, so young, and so hearty,” _ With never a wife of bis own— I was thinking cf Neddy McCarty, __ LWway on the prairie alone. > When the heart in golden fancies, To the sway of happiest dreams, Back to scenes of beauty glances, Lit by mem'ry’s brightest beams; Then I see that. vale of fountains, Where the .\lp flow’rs woo the gale, Under all the snow-crown’d mountains, Shining o’er that beauteous vale. Oh! Chamou:i, sweet Chamouni! Oh! the vals of Chamouni! Oh! Chamouni, sweet. Chamouni! Oh! Ci2mouni's sweet vale! When I hear the Alp-horn ringing, When Monf Blanc foretells the day, And the breeze of morning bringing, Mountain chime and mountain lay; Then, once more with rapture glowing, All that mountain land T hail, But my heart with joy o’erflowing, Lingers in that beauteous vale. Oh! Chamouni, sweet Chamouni, ete. MY MOTHER’S COT. Copied by permission of Ortver Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street, Boston, owners of the copyright. The warbling birds and sparkling rill ‘Sing cheerily near the spot, While distant shades from verdant hills Fall on my mother’s cot. Its window’s small, the roof is low, And walis are dingy gray, I see it still where’er I go, That cottage far away. CHorus—The warbling birds sing cheerily At sunrise in the morn, They spread bright gladness all around The home where I was born. That little clock upon the wall Records the passing hours, While o'er the porch the woodbine tall, It blooms with fragrant flowers, That old arm-chair, so soft and low, Where mother sits all day, I see it- still where’er I go, That cottage far away. (CHORUS.) © My mother dear, I see thee now, Reclining in that chair, With sun’s last rays upon your brow, That once was smooth and fair. Your crimped cap as white as snow, And hair once dark, now gray, T see it. still where’erI'go, == - That cottage faraway. (CHORUS.) ; Me Rte eS oe Sade x = < THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. SS The Music of the Mill. Published by E. H. Harpina, ean New York. Music and words cents. As Jeanie came from market, The rain fell from the sky, She sought the mill upon the hill, Until the rain pass’d by; And there sat Jeapie smiling, While the miller her sack did fill, And Jeanie sung in chorus To the music of the mill, And Jeanie sung in chorus To the music of the mill, And Jeanie sung in chorus To the music of the mill. The storm it soon pass’d over, The sun began to shine, Said he, ‘‘The way that you must stray, It happens to be mine.” Her cheeks they glow’d like roses, Her eyes with tears did fill When he vow’d his love would changeless prove, As the music of the mill, _ When he vow’d his love would changeless prove, As the music of the mill, When he vow’d his love would changeless prove As the music of the mill. She goes no more a-gleaning, For he has acres fair, And Jeanie is the brightest flow’r Of all that blossom there, But she bids the village maidens Their aprons full to fill, As the year comes round and they bless the sound Of the music of the mill, As the year comes round and they bless the souud Of the music of the mill, As the year comes round and they bless the sound Of the music of the mill. FATHER’S COME HOME. [A Sequel to ‘* Come Home, Father.”] Yes, Mary, my Mary, your father’s come home, You waited through all the long night; He was deaf to your pleadings, for reason was drowned, But oh! it came back with the light. It seems like a dream, oh! a terrible dream, But, alas! now I know it was true; Poor Benny is dead, but your father’s come home, Dear Mary, to mother and you. CHORUS. Oh! no more through the dark, weary hours, Little Mary in sadness shall roam; Ah! how glad to her ears are the words which she hears— Dear Mary, your ‘‘father’s come home.” Please, Mary, tell mother that ‘ father’s come home,” And kneels by our little boy’s bed; And he prays for God’s help, that the husband may fill The place of the boy that is dead. And say, though he left her forsaken to weep, All alone to bear sorrow and pain, He'll never more cause her a pang or a tear, If once she will trust him again. CHORUS. Oh! no more shall the wife watch and weep, All in vain for the loved one to come; And all gone are her fears, as the message she hears, Tell mother that ‘ father’s come home.” Yes, Mary, tell mother that father has left The drink that has made him so bad; ‘You can say he has taken the Temperance Pledge, I know it will make her heart glad. And tell her he waits to clasp mother and child, And vow on his knees to be true; For father’s come home to his reason at length, Dear Mary, to mother and you. : ; CHORUS, Oh! no more to the mother and child, ~ Shall the night black and desolate come; While saying, wens ae oes come ‘hoe: of For the fire shall be bright, and their hearts shall be light, — SOMEBODY’S DARLING. Copied by permission of S. Brarnarp & Co., Music Publisher Cleveland O., owners of the copyright. ' Into a ward of the whitewashed walls, Where the dead and the dying lay, Wounded by bayonets, shells and balls, Somebody’s darling was borne.one day. Somebody’s darling, so young and so brave, Wearing yet on his pale, sweet, face, So soon to be hid by the dust of the grave, The lingering look of his boyhood’s grace. ' Matted and damp are the curls of gold, Kissing the snow of that fair young brow; Pale are the lips of delicate mold, Somebody’s darling is dying now. Back from the beautiful blue-veined brow, Brush all the wandering waves of gold; Cross his hands on his bosom now, Somebody’s darling is still and cold. Kiss him once for somebody’s sake, Murmur a prayer, soft and low; One bright curl from its fair mates take, They were somebody’s pride, you know, Somebody’s hand hath rested there, Was it a mother’s soft and white? Or have the lips of a sister fair, Been baptized in those waves of light? God knows best; he was somebody’s love, Somebody’s heart hath enshrined him there, Somebody’s wafted his name above, Night and morn on the wings of prayer. Somebody wept when he marched away, Looking so handsome, brave and grand; Somebody’s kiss on his forehead lay, Somebody clung to his parting hand. Somebody’s waiting and watching for him, Yearning to clasp him again to her heart, = And there he lies, with his blue eyes dim, And smiling, child-like, lips apart. Tenderly bury the fair young dead, Pausing to drop on his grave a tear; Carve on the wooden slab at his head, ‘‘Somebody’s darling slumbers here.” o___—- Move My Arm-Chair, Dearest Mother. Copied by permission of Oxtrver Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street, Boston, owners of the copyright. Move my arm-chair, dearest mother, In the sunshine bright and strong, For this world is fading, mother, I shall not be with you long; And I fain would have the north wind Bring ounce more the sight to me, Of our starry banner waving, On the shores of Tennessee, Cuorus—Move my arm-chair, dearest mother, In the sunshine bright and strong, For this world is fading, mother, I shall not be with you long. Mournful through the ripples murmur, As they still the story tell, How no vessels float the banner, That I’ve loved so long and well. T shall listen to their music, Dreaming that again I see Stars and stripes on sloop and shallop, Sailing up the Tennessee. (CHORUS.) Thus he watches cloud-born shadows, Glide from tree to mountair. crest, Softly creeping aye and ever To the river’s yielding breast; _Ha! above the foliage yonder : Something flutters wild and free— Glory, Glory hallelujah! The flag’s come back to Te (Caons) aie THE SINGER’S LIBRARY Give Me the Man of Honest Heart. Published by E, H. Harprna, 229 Bowery, N.Y. Music and words, 10 cents. Give me the man of honest heart, I care not what he be; He may be rich, he may be poor, It matters not to me. He may not wear a silken vest, Or boast of high degree; But if he owns an honest heart, He’s nature’s all to me; But if he owns an honest heart, He’s nature’s all to me. CHorvUsS—AlIl praise then be to him, Who acts a noble part, For a right good man is he, Who owns an honest heart. What, if a man can learning boast, And wealth of golden ore, Yet, if he lacks an honest heart, I call him yet but poor. Tell me not. of wealth and rank, They’re bubbles on the sea; A man may dwell in gilded halls, But may not honest be; A man may dwell in gilded halls, But may not honest be. (CHORUS.) Oh! if he owns an honest heart, Is gentle, true and kind, We need not search the wide world o’er, A better man to find. Then give to ev’ry man his due Who acts the honest plan; It is the heart, and not the coat, That makes the honest man. It is the heart, and not the coat, That makes the honest man. (CHORUS.) They Have Broken Up Their Camps. Copied by permission of Roor & Capy, Music Publishers, Chicago, owners of the copyright. They have broken up their camps, They are laughing o’er their tramps, They are gladly greeting friends who flocked around them; They have left the scanty fare, They have left the tainted air, For they’ve dashed to earth the prison wall that bound them. CHORUS. They are coming from the wars, With their wounds and with their scars; But they’re bringing back the dear old flag in glory— They have battled long and well, And let after ages tell How they won the proudest name in song and story. We are eager with our thanks, We are pressing on their ranks, We are grasping hands that held the States unbroken; Yet we sadly think of those Who have fallen ’mid their foes, And the welcome that we give is sadly spoken. (CHORUS.) Oh, the long delay is past, They have brought us peace at last; And how proudly through our veins the blood is bounding, As we bless our honored dead, While the steady martial tread Of returning legions in our ears is sounding. (CHORUS.) All is Well at Home. Co; led. b; ission of OLiver Drtson & Co., 451 Washington stree' 2 ee Boston, owners of the copyright. . . When far from friends away, In foreign climes I roam, How sweet to know, where’er I go, That all is well at home. | Crtonvs—Al is well at home, all is well at home; Allis well, all is well, oan is well at home., When by the ocean’s storm, The sea is lashed to foam, How brief the cruise, when recent news Has come from distant home. (CHORUS.) Fear not the thunder-stroke, Fear not the hidden rock, If but one voice the heart rejoice, Then vain the tempest’s shock. (CHORUS.) Through long and listless days, Through watchful hours of night, The heart still proves what most it loves, These tidings bring delight. (CHORUS.) A bright and cheerful scene Uprises to my view; The fireside bright, on winter’s night, The loved home-circle, too. (CHORUS.) Though dark and rough my way, As through the world I roam, Oh, may Thy arm, from every harm, Protect my far-off home. (CHORUS.) SANTA CLAUS. Copied by permission of Horace Warers, 481 Broadway, New York, owner of the copyright. Old Santa Claus ceases to urge along His fleet-footed steeds, with the voice and thong, Well laden with treasures from store and shop, He hitches his team to the chimney top. Cxuorvs—Oh, Santa Claus is a clever old sprite, He comes to the dear little people by night; And never was king with his throne and crown, As merry as he, when the sun goes down. At midnight, when childhood in slumber seems To gather sweet flowers from the land of dreams, Then on the roof of the house he’ll hop, And slyly descend from the chimney top. (CHORUS.) On tip-toe he stands on the peaceful spot, Where childhood reposes in crib or cot; He fills up the stocking, he crams the sock, With candles and toys for the household flock. (CHOo.) His favors all scattered, he hastens back, The way that he came—up the sooty track; And never his mission of love shall stop, While there is a home with a chimney top. (CHORUS.) Now busy as bees in their honeyed hives, The little folks gather when morn arrives; The merry eye sparkles, the sweet voice rings, As stockings are searched for the wondrous things. (CHO.) They wonder, when bringing his dainty freight, He never comes in by the door or gate; And hope he will never be forced to stop, And die in the smoke of the chimney top. (CHORUS.) 1 Cushla Agus Machree. Copied by permission of Wm. A. Ponp & Oo., 547 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright. My true love my heart in his kapeing has got, He sthole it, but how, on my soul I know not; It was mine till your ’plarney I listened to, Shaun; As your voice died away it was gone. The impijent rogue from my mind I can’t keep, For he haunts me awake and he haunts me asleep; _, Och! och! hone! My heart will be wid yez wheetier ye may - Ay! Shaun, Cushla Agus Machree! How dearly I love him the rogue surely lmows, . For whene’er he is by my heart pit-a-pat goes, And blushes, wake tell-tales, creep up to my cheek, And I cast down my eyes and can’t spake! Oh, Shaun, you are’ good, you are gentle and bold, _ And your heart is as pure as tried silver and goold, - >. a Och! och! hone! My heart will be wid yez where’ sakha may be; ; Ay! me. Copia — Machree, | pes ; re pn re eee | Capa nee ~ OR SIS RR INI TREE NT — THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. ees DREAM, BABY, DREAM. Published by E. H. Harprva, 229 Bowery, N. Y. Music and words, 10 cents. Dream, baby, dream, The stars are glowing, Hear’st thou the stream? Tis softly flowing; All gently glide the hours, Above no tempest lowers, Below are fragrant flowers In silence growing. Sleep, baby, sleep, Till dawn of morrow! Why should’st thoa weep, Who know’st not sorrow? Too soon come pains and fears, Too soon a cause for tears, So from thy future years No sadness borrow. Dream, baby, dream, Thine eyelids quiver, Know’st thou the theme Of yonder river? It saith, ‘‘ Be calm, be sure, Unfailing, gentle, pure! So shall thy life endure, Like mine, forever, So shall thy life endure, Like mine, forever.” The First Kiss at the Garden Gate. _ Copied by permission of Horace Waresrs, 481 Broadway, N.Y., owner of the copyright. You remember, Nellie darling, When I breathed my vows to thee, On a mellow autumn evening, *Neath the spreading maple tree; How I reveled in your love-glarice, Wishing for no happier fate, How ‘soul-thrilled was I when ‘stealing Young love’s first kiss at the gate, How. soul-thrilled was I when stealing Young love’s first kiss at the gate. And I swept the raven ringlets From thy brow as pure as snow, And your lips breathed back the love vows, Sweet as rippling brooklets flow; Fragrant breathed the zephyrs o’er us, As beneath the bowers we sate; Music murmuring o’er the waters, Hushed the first kiss at the gate, Music murmuring o’er the waters, Hushed the first kiss at the gate. But ’tis naught now but a memory Of the happy days. of yore, For my darling, cold) lies sleeping, Lost to me forevermore; But from heaven her soul’s pure brightness Beams, the guide-star of my fate, And I’m dreaming, sadly dreaming, Of the first kiss at the gate, And I’m dreaming, sadly dreaming, Of the first kiss at the gate. -_+>9—_—_ NANCY’S WATERFALL. _ Copied by permission of O. Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street, Boston, owners of the copyright, ‘There's songs about most every thing That one could name or call, But until this, none has been wrote _ About the “ Waterfall!” ~» CxomoE~Ohy ‘Nancy’s. Waterfall! , ' It looks so very fine, 6 Tt hangs so graceful on her neck, She: ‘almost seems a Seas Niagara, and all the falls That ever I did see, Cannot compare with Nancy’s hair, It look’s so splendidly! (CHorvs.) A Roman said, ‘‘Oh! what a fall Was there, my countrymen!” Were he alive to see our girls, He’d say as he did then!” (CHorvs.) What next the girls will wear about I’m sure I cannot tell, With rats and mice they fill their hair, So goes the modern belle. (CHORUS.) But Nancy is a charming girl, She’s so genteel and tall, ‘Whene’er we meet her on the street, Just twig her Waterfall? (CHoruvs.) ONE BY ONE. Copied by permission of Root & Capy, Music Publishers, Chicago, owners of the copyright. One by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going, Do not strive to grasp them all. One by one thy duties call thee, Let thy whole strength go to each; Let not future dreams elate thee, Learn thou first what these can teach, Learn thou first what these can teach. One by one bright. gifts from heaven, Joys are sent thee here below; Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go. Do not look at life-long sorrow, See how small each moment’s pain; God will keep thee for to-morrow, So each day begin again, So each day begin again. a To-Night We Say Farewell! Copied by permission of E. H. Harprna, 229 ‘Bowery, New York, owner of the copyright. Music and words, 10 cents, Oh! sing to me one song of thine, One song before we part; The voice that angels stoop to hear, Must soothe-my aching heart. Oh! let it be a gentle song, Replete with love innate; Such as the golden robin sings, To win an early mate. Such as the golden robin sings, To win an early mate. Tis true, when lovers meet to part, When breasts with sorrow swell, Sweet music lends her cheery voice, And helps to say “ farewell!” We've met our last, perhaps for years, To-night, we bid adieu! Our fondest hopes of timely bliss, Have vanished like the dew. Our fondest hopes of timely bliss, Have vanished like the dew. Then sing to me a song of joy, One song before we part; That I may bear away with me Thy music in my heart. - Tl kiss thee as thou warblest on, A token of our love; And leave thee, till we meet again, doe. care of — ‘above. .-. nd leave thee, mem “4 Heaven abo a F | a a THRE SINGER'S LIBRARY ; “- PRIA IR IRIS ASS My Sweetheart When a Boy. Published by E. H. Harpina, 229 eas: New York. Music and words, 0 cents. Tho’ many gentle hearts I’ve known, And many a pretty face; Where love sat gayly on his throne, In beauty and in grace; Yet, never was my heart enthrall’d With such enchanted joy, As by the darling whom I eall’d My sweetheart when a boy, My sweetheart when a boy. I hung upon her lightest word, My very joys were fears, And flutter’d timid as a bird When sunshine first appears. I never thought my heart could rove, Life then had no alloy, With such a truth I seem’d to love My sweetheart when a boy, My sweetheart when a boy. And yet the dream has pass’d away, Tho’ like it lived it pass’d; Each moment was too bright to stay, But sparkled to the last, There, on my heart, the beams remain In gay, unclouded joy, When I remember her again, Bi My sweetheart when a boy, My sweetheart when a boy. JUST AS OF OLD. Copied by permission of Sep. Winyer. & Co., Music Publishers, Philadel- phia, owners of the copyright. Just as of old, the moments come and go, The spring with its flowers and the winter with its snow, The hours pass away, the seasons warm and cold, And time rolls along to-day just as of old, But ah! how we change, As years come on anew, The heart grows strange, That once was kind and true; And dear friends part, As others pass away, And sadly sighs the weary heart Day after day. CHORUS. But just as of old, the moments come and go, The spring with its flowers and the winter with its snow, The hours pass away, the seasons warm and cold, And time rolls along to-day just as of old. Just as of old, the many stars appear, And greet us again, as in some forgotten year; The flowers bloom anew, and rivers ever flow, Just as they did in days of old—long, long ago. But why should we sigh, ‘When hoping for the best? As years roll by, The heart will find its rest; But hope soon dies, And sorrow holds her sway, For many that we learn to prize Soon pass away. (CHORUS.) My Beau that Went to Canada. Copied by permission of Roor & Capy, — Publishers, Chicago, owners ; of. the. copyright. Not long ago I hada beau, T'll tell you all T know about him; I’ve got none now, and I know how To get along as ‘well without him. I used to think, to hear him talk, That not a man on earth was braver, But when the drums began to beat, He very suddenly grew graver. | Cxonzs—Oh! Jimmy, dear, you need not fear That we shall grieve about you; Swaatre is done, the — have come, * ers oss ARR RAR ARRAS He used to talk, before the war, Of deeds of fame, renown and glory; But when he heard the cannon’s roar, He did not like the martial story. He had no taste for scenes of strife— He proved himself a first-rate quaker, And when they talked about a draft, He found himself a very shaker. (CHORUS.) He said that he was forty-six, Or else that he was only twenty; But Uncle Samuel knew the tricks Of all such youths, and they were plenty. So Uncle Sam he gave a wink That shook my Jimmy to the center, And soon ‘as he began to think, He started further north instanter. Somewhere across. the line to-day, Perhaps of me this youth is thinking; If this is so, Pl only say That Uncle Sam is still a-winking. And should he backward sneak again, At sneaking he has proved so handy, We'll give the child what he deserves— Something that’s not so good as Can’da. (CHOo.) (CHORUS. ) —— eet The Green Shenandoah. Copied by permission of O. Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street, Boston, owners of the copyright. The fierce din of battle is now hushed to rest, Yet sad is the sorrow that preys on my breast, For wild winds are sighing o’er wavelets that flow Where my lost love is lying, in green Shenandoah, CHORUS. The sweet joys I dreamed of I never shall know, For my heart’s in his grave, in green Shenandoah. The glad smile of summer is crowning, again, With rich, balmy radiance, the valley and plain, Where he fell like a soldier, while charging the foe, ’Neath our own starry banner, in green Shenandoah. (CHO.) Oh! how proudly, how fondly, I clung to his side, With the strong hope at parting of yet being his bride; But the true heart that won me is now lying low, All lifeless and cold, in green Shenandoah. (CHORUS.) I’m weaving a garland to twine round his grave, Where the sunlight is kissing the mounds of the brave, There sad tears still lighten my heart’s bitter woe, As they fall. o’er my darling in famed Shenandoah. (CHo.) Thy Voice is Near! Published by E. H. Harprne, cw ores New York. Music and words cents. Thy voice is near me in my dreams, In accents sweet and low, Telling of happiness and love, In days long, long ago! Word after word I think I hear, Yet strange it seems to me; That tho’ I listen to thy voice, Thy face I never see. Thy face I never see, Thy face I never see, That tho’ I listen-to thy voice, Thy face I never see, From night to night, my weary heart. Lives on the treasur’d past, And ev’ry day I fondly say: He’ll come to meat last! But still I weep, I watch, and pray As time runs slowly on, And yet I have no hope but. thee, The first, the dearest. one. The first, the dearest one, The first, the dearest one, _ And yet I have no hope but thee, _ , The first, si Mare sala: tat List’ning on the Hill. Published by E. H. Harprva, = Bowery, New York. Music and words, t cents. Singing thro’ each woodland nook, Softly went the gale, While the never silent brook, Carol’d down the dale; Building in the greening brake, Sung the birds all day, Dawn of sunshine seem’d to wake Ev’ry voice of May! Ev’ry voice of May! “ Song of brook or bird is glad, There’s a sweeter still!” Said the lonely shepherd lad: List’ning on the hill, Said the lonely shepherd lad, List’ning on the hill, List’ning on the hill! O’er the dewy meadow-ground, Came a happy voice, As it seem’d, with all around Seeking to rejoice; Flash’d the early morning shine On the clinking pail, Marg’ry to the lowing kine Sung adown the dale! Sung adown the dale! “Song of brook,” ete. Sing Me to Sleep, Father. Copied by permission of Root & Capy, Music Publishers, Chicago, owners of the copyright. Let me sit at your feet, with my head on your knee, For of all ’tis the place that is dearest to me; Oh! how oft in my childhood you’ve soothed me to rest, With your arm thrown around me, my head on your breast; Then you called me your darling, your own little bird, Those songs were the sweetest my ears ever heard. Oh! sing to me, father, although I may weep, Sing me to sleep, father, sing me to sleep, Oh! how often, my father, just here on your knee, I have sat while the twilight fell over the lea; And you told me of mother, who drifted away, O’er the death-shadowed river, at sunset one day, To the city Eternal, where always is rest, And left me, her baby, asleep on your breast; My heart fills with.memories solemn and deep, Sing me to sleep, father, sing me to sleep, To the years that have vanished so quickly away, Call my heart with its yearning and longing to-day; Oh! the love that my heart in ifs innocence knew, It was fair like an angel’s dream, tender and true; Wilt thou come to me, dear one, wherever thou art, - And light up the love-fires anew in my heart? Oh! drive out the shadows that over me creep, Sing me to sleep, father, sing me to sleep. Oh! my father beloved, the years that have flown ‘Have my earth-treasures taken, and left me alone; So in sadness and loneliness come I to you, To the dear heart that’s always so tender and true; You will take me, I know, to your side as of yore, And love and protect me, and bless me once more; Oh! sweet shall the harvest be, whene’er you reap, Sing me to sleep, father, sing me to sleep. ——_ 0 Many Can Always Help One, Where One Cannot Always Help Many! i permission of E. H. Harprna, 229 Bowery, er vs — = of the copyright. Music and words, 1 bee” fares _ Some very good sayings I’ve heard in my time, And some I believe to be true; The one I will mention to-night in my rhyme, Is one that is well-known to you. Should you meet a man who is down in the world, And assistance you can give him any, Remember that many can always help one, Where one’can not always help many! ‘ * ait “4 ye * v a CHORUS. Then give what you can to those in distress, Let it be a pound or a penny, For many can always help one, I’ve heard say, Where one can not always help many! A man may be.wealthy one end of the year, The next may be wretched and poor; He struggles his hardest to keep himself up, But has sunk down to poverty’s door, It’s that kind of man that needs your support, Go! give it where’er it’s most needed; For they who’ve experiene’d poverty, know It’s a very hard battle indeed. (CHOoRUs.) How often a trifle may save a man’s life When he’s very near dying from want; He has tried to live honestly all the way through, But finds in the end that he can’t. At last he is tempted to steal, or must starve, While those who are rich pass him by; They know not his troubles, they heed not his wants, He’s left like a dog there to die. (CHoRUS.) I hope what I’ve mentioned to-night in my song, There’s nothing I’ve said out-of place. A man may be poor, yet honest be, too, For poverty’s not a disgrace. Then assist all you can with a generous heart, For how soon the tide it may turn; Just give him one chance to rise in the world, And your kindness he soon will return, (CHORUS.) Waiting at the Old Linden Tree. Copied by permission of Roor & Capy, Music Publishers, Chicago, owners: of the copyright. In the twilight my darling is waiting, And she’s long, long been waiting for me, While [ pine in this dungeon of horrors, Nellie weeps ‘neath the old linden tree; For ’twas there first we met as timid strangers, It was there that our loves were first revealed, It was there that in sadness we parted, When I sped with my sword to the field. Cuorus—Oh, Nellie! angel Nellie! Waiting and weeping in thy loneliness for me Shall these arms ne’er enfold thee, my darling, As we sit ‘neath the old linden tree? Oh! the spell of the demon is broken, And the prisoner, thank Heaven, is free, Now a shout for my flag and my country, Then away to the old linden tree; Oh! remembrance of sorrow, here I fly thee, Thou dark hell, stay forevermore behind, Nellie, darling, thou’rt heaven before me, And I speed on the wings of the wind. (CHORUS.) Soon thy glad cry of welcome shall greet me, Soon thy fairy-like form I shall see, Soon these arms shall enfold thee, my darling, As we sit ’neath the old linden tree; Oh! thine eyelids no more shall droop with sorrow, And thy pale cheeks no longer tell thy pain, For the roses they lost at our parting, : Shall come home with our meeting again. (CHO.) "Tis a dark, lonely night, gentle Nellie, And this world is a drear world to me, As I kneel by thy grave, gentle Nellie, ’Neath the Shadow of the old linden tree; They have heeded thy sorrowful petition, aye Thy poor form they have carried here for me, And mine own soon shall peacefully slumber By thy side, ’neath the old linden tree. Cuorvs—Oh, Nellie! angel Nellie! Waiting but weeping now no longer here for me, Soon our spirits shall smile as they hover ' O’er our graves at the old linden Meek. bets 2 peg | | | | THE SINGER'S LIBRARY. ONCE AGAIN, Published by E. H. Harprne, 229 oe New York. Music and words, 0 cents. I linger round the very spot Where years ago we met, And wonder when you quite forgot, Or if you quite forget! And tender yearnings rise anew For love that use to be; If you could know that I was true, And I that you were free. Ah! Cuorus—Love once again, Meet me once again! Old love is waking, Shall it wake in vain? Love once again, Meet me once again! Old love is waking, Shall it wake, shall it wake in vain? Ever yet my thoughts incline, And back my mem’ry slips; I feel warm fingers lock’d in mine, I see those quiv’ring lips Whose murmurs.came like music thro’, When mine had set them free, That all the world was naught to you, Who only wanted me. Ah! (CHORUS.) The Ship That Never Returned. Copied by permission of Root & Capy, age eens, Chicago, owners of the copyright On a summer’s day, when the wave was rippled By the softest, gentlest breeze, Did a ship set sail, with a cargo laden For a port beyond the seas; There were sweet farewells, there were loving signals, While a form was yet discerned; Though they knew it not, ’twas a solemn parting, For the ship she never returned. CHORUS. Did she never return? She never returned— Her fate it is yet unlearned; Though for years and years there were fond ones watching, Yet the ship she never returned, Said a feeble lad to his anxious mother, “‘T must cross the wide, wide sea; For they say, perchance in a foreign climate There is health and strength for me.” "T'was a gleam of hope in a maze of danger, And her heart for her youngest yearned; Yet she sent him forth with a smile and blessing On the ship that never returned. (CHORUS.) “ Only one more trip,” said a gallant seaman, As he kissed his weeping wife; “Only one more bag of the golden treasure, And ’twill last us all through life. Then I'll spend my days in my cozy cottage, And enjoy the rest I’ve earned;” But alas, poor man! he sailed commander Of the ship that never returned. (CHoRUs.) I Wonder Why He Comes Not. ‘Copied by permission of Roor & Capy, Music SeenON Chicago, owners of the copyright. I wonder why he comes not, I hear the rolling drum Of the boys in blue returning home, But still he does not come, I see the tattered standards They proudly bear on high, And mark the gleam of home delight _ That gladdens every eye. cot Cuorvs—I wonder why he comes not, _ I hear the rolling drum Of the boys in blue returning home, ' But stil] he does not come. I wonder why he comes not, IT hear the happy shout, From rank to rank, along the line, As loving forms peep out. From every open window, A kiss or smile is thrown, But still—but still—he comes not home, The one I call my own. (CHORUS.) I wonder why he comes not, Alas! my throbbing heart But echoes back the fears it gave When we were forced to part. I dare not ask his comrades, Who battled by his side, Why they are here and he is not, My loved one and my pride. (CHORUS.} I wonder why he comes not, I know it full too well, That where the battle fiercest raged, "Twas there my brave one fell. And through the burning tear-drops, My eye will vainly roam, To find his form the ranks among, He’ll never, never come, CxHorus—I wonder why he comes not, How mocks the rolling drum; I search in vain the ranks among, He'll never, never come. The Cot Where the Old Folks Died Copied by permission of Ottver Ditson & Co., 451 Washington street, Boston, owners of the copyright. I never shall tell who the old folks were, Tis wasting of time and breath, To give you the names of the humble pair, Who have passed through the courts of death, But the cot on the lot, on the top of the hill, Near the spot where I sat and cried, ’Tis the lot where the old folks toiled and lived, And the cot where the old folks died. CHORUS. When I tire of the toils and the cares of life, Oh! then, at the spot where I cried, Near the cot let me sleep, on the top of the hill, Nestled down by the old folks’ side. It’s dearer, far, to my weary heart, Than the dearest spot of earth, For that was the cot on the lot on the hill, Where the old folks gave me birth; There’s a slab near the cot on the lot on the hill, That will tell to the traveler there, When the old folks passed through the gates of death, And the names of the humble pair. (CHORUS.) JESSIE LEE. Copied by permission of Horace Warers, 481 Broadway, New York, owner of the copyright. Loveliness is sweetly beaming From the azure of thine eyes, As though quietly ’twas dreaming On its seat in paradise; For there’s nothing more beguiling, E’en in Beauty’s charms to see, Than the magic of the smiling Of thy sweet look, Jessie Lee. Cuorus—Sweet Jessie Lee, bright Jessie Lee, Love is in your eyes, As though quietly twas dreaming On its seat in paradise. Tenderness is in each feature Of thy fair and pleasing face, As though Modesty’s own creature Captivates in every grace; For a charm thy soul’s enriching, — Wealthier than all the sea, - ‘That in beauty comes bewitching, ; es thy Ste Pes Jessie Lee. ee ——__— er THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. Oh, Would I Were a Fly. Copied by permission of Wm. A. Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright, Oh, would I were a fly, To buzz about all day, Qh, wouldn’t I live high, Without a cent to pay? And in store-windows I Would bask it in the sun, And lick molasses candy, Oh, wouldn’t that be fun? I'd never mind the taxes, No matter how they’d rise, For while there’s stamps on every thing, There’s none upon the flies. CHoRUS—Oh, would I were a fly, To buzz about all day, Oh, wouldn’t I live high, ~ Without a cent to pay? Qh, if I were a fly A-buzzing I would keep, And hunt until 1’d find Some bummer chap asleep; So jolly it would be Upon his nose to light, Or drop into his ear, And there T’d buzz and bite; And if away he’d drive me, I would come back again, ‘ For flies are mighty lively, When plaguing sleepy men. | (CHORUS.) Oh, if. I were a fly, td on a gin-glass light, - Then I would sip away, And neyer would get tight; Nor fear to be arrested, Or through the streets to reel, For a fly can sip his toddy And ne’er a headache feel. Oh, then, how I would puzzle, With no fear of human woes, And never have a pimple, Or strawberry on my nose. (CHORUS.) Oh, if I were a fly, From place to place I’d roam, I'd have no rent to pay, I'd have no care of home; For, unl‘ke married men, Then I would laugh at fate, And have no wife to scold me, If I should stop out late; No falsehood TI should try, Or no excusive dodge, . By telling ‘‘ Mrs. Fly,” That I was at the “Lodge.” (CHORUS.) Oh, if I were. a fly, Some pretty girl I’d seek, And, just beneath her eye, I’d perch upon her cheek; And I would linger there, And fellers passing by Would all be sure to envy The happy little fly. If with a gal a feller A game like that e’er tries She’d smack him in the snoot, Or else she’d scratch his eyes, (CHORUS.) Wait, My Little One, Wait! i of Horacr W. B way, Suet pepe ne York, ae a ie Wait! my little one, wait! When you get to the beautiful land; Oh, tarry a little, my darling one, Ere you join the heavenly band, Stand close to the shining eng of pearl, Look out on the narrow way For I want the first glance of my heaven-born sight, See ee On at, to stray. e icin ae y little one, wait! ete. ; oe Wait! my little one, wait! When,you reach the courts above; Look down with the light of thy beautiful eyes On those that you used to love. Whisper sweet dreams in our earthly ears, Whene’er we lie down to sleep; And paint bright pictures before our eyes, When we awaken to weep. Wait, my litile one, wait! ete, Wait! ‘my little one, wait! When you reach the celestial strand, For thy mother may be toiling up To the hights of the better land. For the years that fall like molten lead On the hearts this side of the sea, Will pass like the light of a beautiful dream, My little baby, o’er thee. - Wait, my little one, wait! etc. I’m Thinking, John, of That Sweet Time. Copied by permission of H. M. Hiaerns, Music Publisher, Chicago, owner of the copyright. I'm thinking, John, of that sweet time, When you and I were boys, A-looking up life’s railway track, All spanned with rosy joys; Full well do I remember, John, The morning long ago, We found ourselves on board the train, And thought the time was slow. Crorus—We’ve reached the summit level, John, And now go down the grade, With shortened stroke and swifter speed Than any we have made, And looking forward eagerly, To the happy moments when We'd reached the station twenty-one— No longer boys, but men; We reached it long ago, dear John, The brakeman did not call; No bell was rung or whistle blown— There was no place at all. Cxorus—And many who came out with us, In the morning, long ago, Have changed and took the lightning line, And reached the Great Depot: The Wandering Boy from Home. Copied by permission of Ourver Dirson & Co., 451 een et street, Boston, owners of the copyright. Years have passed since last we met, Since we parted at the door, Mother, do you love me still, Do you Jove me as of yore? Do you sometimes think of me, Am T still your hope and joy? Tell, oh, tell me, whispering winds, Does my mother love her boy? Cxuorvs—Mother, gentle mother, Speak, and fill my soul with joy— ‘Mother, ‘gentle mother, Do you love your wandering boy? Have you changed since I have left, fen Since you wept that last good-by? ‘ Mother, shall we meet again, me eae Will you bless me, ere I die? _ j Tell me, happy nies of 208 __ Fill this aching hear When shall foie + —_— ES es $- THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. es ’ ‘SWEET DREAMS OF HOME. Copied by permission of E. H. Harvrnea, 229 Bowery, New York, owner © ; of the copyright. Music and words, 10 cents. Down in a vale a cottage stands, With vine the roof is cover’d o’er; Tho’ years I’ve roam’d in foreign lands, My heart goes back to days of yore; There, where my childhood days were passed, Never a thought to roam, Then came a change, my fate was cast, I left that cottage home. Cuorus—Sweet dreams of home, sweet dreams of home! Dear dreams of home, dear dreams of home! Now are all that’s left to me; Where’er I turn, my heart will yearn For the home I ne’er can see, ne’er can see. Once, we were all so happy there, No sorrow then came nigh, As we would kneel in evening pray’r, With praise to Him on high! But soon reverses ruin’d all, And forced me far to roam, Now, when the shades of evening fall, Then come sweet dreams of home. (CHoRvs.) ——— me An Hour at Central Park. Copied by permission of Trap. Frets, (suc. to Firru, Son & Co.,) Music Publisher, New York, owner of the copyright. One summer eyening, one moonlight evening, All thoughts of care they did depart, And while at leisure we sought our pleasure, To pass an hour at Central Park; All the beauties of the park we saw, As we met each party passing by, And to tell you all that we have seen, Would make, would make you heave a sigh. Cuorvus—Then hurrah! boys, make no delay, sirs, Come join us now, we’re on a lark, And while at leisure we'll fake our pleasure, And pass an hour at Central Park. Ob, how happy were we together, For mirth and music was our theme, And we sung songs that in days of yore, Have cheered us like a pleasant dream; And as we drove amid the throng, Each eye on us did seem to dart, To think how happy we all were, As we passed an hour at Central Park. (CHO.) ‘Oh, in sadness, when life seems dreary, ‘You should pass an hour at Central Park, ¥or your heart there will fill with gladness, If for sport in you you have a spark. It is there bright smiles and balmy breeze, And many friends you’re sure to find, Who all your worldly care will ease, And cheer, and cheer your troubled mind. (CHo.) ——\_o+o————_ The School of Jolly Dogs. There isa school of jolly dogs, Pve lately come across; They’re game for any mortal thing, ~ From this* to pitch and toss. Ciahowabnd they always seem so jolly oh! Wherever they may be; They dance, they sing, thoy laugh, ha, ha, What jolly dogs are we! Fal laa, fal la la, fal la Ja, » Slap, bang, here we are again, ~ What jolly dogs are we. They meet each night at six o'clock, And then sit down to dine; oe They ‘put the courses out of sight, And then they take their wine. (Cuowva) “i = At eight o’clock they sally forth, Because, you know, it’s dark; ‘* Follow my leader,” cries the chief, “To-night we'll have a lark.” (CHORUS.) To balls, or hops, of course they go, And each man does his weed; They stick by one another, as They’ve previously agreed. (CHORUS.) Spring-heel Jack, and all his pals, With their nocturnal larks, I’m sure were not a patch upon This school of modern sparks. (CHORUS.) Be Kind to Darling Sister Nell. Copied by permission of Ottver Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street, — Boston, owners of the copyright. Be kind to darling sister Nell Good lady, when I’m dead; Let not a shade of sorrow hang Above her infant head. Her tender heart will yearn for love, Her soul with grief may stir, But treat her gently as thine own, Be very kind to her. Cuorus—Good lady, hear an orphan’s prayer! And treat her gently as thine own, For how can darling sister live, Alone, in this cold world, alone, How sadly would she tread alone The rugged path of years, Without a father’s cheering voice, To soothe her childish fears; Without a mother’s faithful care, And.watchful.eyes of love, To guide her in the path of truth, And to the home above. (CHORUS,) Be kind to darling sister Nell; Oh! tell me, ere I go, Will ever that pure trusting heart, A pang of anguish know? And will her orphan tears of grief, For pity plead in vain? And will she mourn that we are gone, While she must here remain? (CHORUS.) The Unknown Heroes. Copied by perniission of O.‘Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street, Boston, owners of the copyright. Oh, will no one sing the heroes Heaped in thousands slain, As they fell with glory fighting On the battle plain? Are they now to be forgotten, In their crimson grayes? Land they fought for, bled for, died for, Sing you not your braves? Crorus—Strike the saddest chords of music, For the heroes gone; Sing them softly, hearts that loved them, In your sweetest song— Sing them softly, hearts that loved them, In your sweetest song. Hearths are cold and hearts are lonely, That were warm and gay, ‘ But the forms that made them happy, Where are they to-day? Dead beneath the turf they fought on, Flowers alone ‘to tell, ; ay With their rank and florid beauty, Where in death they fell. (CHorvs.) For the great in combat fallen, Fame forever smiles; : Mournful dirges, swelling grandly, . Flood the dreamy aisles; __ But for those we parted weeping, 5 sig humble door, at sina ; and oe in 5 ate: Mingle evermore. (CHORUS.) — ace . pant core ai Bt es Owe My Mother Did So Before Me. Copied by permission of O. Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street, Boston, > owners of the copyright. Tam a gay and lively lass, A little more than twenty, And by my comely air and dress, Sweethearts I can have plenty; But [’ll beware of wedlock’s snare, Though dying swains adore me, The men I'll tease, myself to please, My mother did so before me— The men I’ll tease, myself to please, | My mother did so before me, To balls and concerts oft I go, To spend each leisure hour, Td walk and talk with every beau, And make them feel my power; But if a dart should pierce my heart, From one that should adore me, We'll wed and kiss, what harm is this? My mother did so before me— We'll wed and kiss, what harm is this? My mother did so before me. How will I manage, when I wed, My husband to perfection! For as good wives have often said— Keep husbands in subjection; No snarling fool shall o’er me rule, Or e’er eclipse my glory, Til let him see I’ll mistress be, My mother did so before me— Tl let him see I’ll mistress be, F My mother did so before me, : The Boys That Wear the Green. Copied by permission of Horace Waters, 481 Broadway, N. Y., owner of the copyright. A cry comes up from Irish hearts, And echoes through the land, The time is near, my countrymen, For Erin take your stand; And quicker than the lightning’s flash, Can by the eye be seen, Springs up at once, on every side, The boys that wear the green. Cuorus—First Ireland, then America, Let nothing come between The love you bear them both, my lads, The boys that wear the green. Cheer up, brave hearts, though English fog Had half obscured your sight, Since then you’ve fought for Uncle Sam, And now can see aright; You’ve brought the glorious stars and stripes, Through many a bloody scene, And wore the good old army blue, The boys that wear the green. (CHORUS.) Thick on thy hills, dear Erin’s isle, The Irish graves are sown, And flowers bloom above the dust, By British grant alone; But soon, thank God, thy day will dawn, Sweet captive of the sea, gs; For hearts and wills are both at work, ees And Ireland shall be free! (CHOoRUS.) I Senta | Please, Father, Don’t Drink Any More. eee _ “Qh, father, father, why linger away, From those who would welcome you home? - Poor mother, and Mary, and Bennie so frail, Are waiting, and praying you'll come. Dear mother—ob, yes! I hear his step now, ‘Uncertain and slow inhis pace; =i Go quickly, my child! I know by his groan— _ Your father just fell at the gate! THE SINGER’S LIBRARY NR fo Cuorus—‘ Oh, father, dear father, why linger away, From those who would welcome you home? Poor mother, and Mary, and Bennie so frail, Are waiting and praying you'll come.” The fire burns low on the old stone hearth, The cabin is damp and chill, The drunkard’s lone wife finds comfort in thought, | And utters, “Oh, God, thy will !” ‘The little one nestled close by her side, Save one whose mission is o’er, Whose life-latest breath was spent in the prayer, ‘Please, father, don’t drink any more.” (CHORUS.) How oft the child, in his pleading words, Sought father’s return in fear, But touched was the chord, Jong silent, unstrung, The hardened heart melted to tears; The drunkard was roused, and firmly resolved, As he heard.from that distant shore, The voice of his boy in echo return, “Please, father, don’t drink any more.” (CHORUS.) The wife of sorrow and care looks bright, How happy the children now! Now dear are the joys and comforts of home, Since father renewed his vow; How tempting the wine-cup, bitter the scorn, Of those who seek to gain o’er, But, hark! ’tis the voice of Bennie he heard, “Please, father, don’t drink any more.” (CHORUS.) Hearts and Homes. Hearts and Homes, sweet words of pleasure, Music-breathing as ye fall, Making each the other’s treasure, Once divided, losing all. Homes ye may be high or lowly, Hearts alone can make you holy, Be the dwelling e’er so small Having love it boasteth all. Cuorus—Hearts and Homes, sweet words of pleasure, Music-breathing as ye fall; : Making each the other's treasure, Once divided, losing all. Hearts and Homes, sweet words revealing, All most good and fair to see, Fitting shrines for purest feeling, Temples meet to bend the knee, Infant hands bright garlands wreathing, Happy voices incense breathing, Emblems fair of realms above, “ For love is heaven, and heayen is love,” (CHo,) The Little Blue-eyed Boy. Like a sunbeam warm and bright, A soft ray of golden light, Dancing round us is the little blue-eyed boy; Still so full of childish glee, And as merry as a bee, His life is rich in innocence and joy. At the pleasant hour of morn, When on gentle breezes borne, Fragrant odors float around us light and free; With a smile so soft and sweet Then his little form we greet, ‘ Lovely as the daisy on the grassy lea. Cuorus—Like a sunbeam warm and bright, A soft ray of golden light, Dancing round us is the little blue-eyed boy. Blessings fall upon his brow, Pure and taintless as the snow, And dark sorrows come but lightly on his way, Oh! we never see his face But some memory ‘we can trace, ' Some sweet hour of childhood from the early day. As we wander on through life, . And we. mingle in its strife, We seldom meet with joy without alloy; ‘Yet, oh! may. his path be Here ke _ . And his footsteps gay and light, se And may Heaven bless the little blue-eyed boy. (Cx0.) 1 : en the cing, Te ve >] Beadle’ ‘s Half l Dime Singer's Library. 1 {+f Contents of No. 1. f ec Gabriel, uid lang A good time coming, Barbara Allan, ly Larkin. gang awa’ wi’ me, Sheer, Oye cheer, 001 nk, a Crooked whisky!” Call me when breakfast is ready, prenak: and English, eae and happy, Heather Jock, I knew that Iwas dreaming, I muse on thee, Johnny, youve been a bad boy, ones, Jim, the carter lad, Let the girls alone, Landlord, fill your flowing bowl, Land of my birth. Lord Love Miss.Gruber’s boarding house, My. Peery red rose, y_Bawn, Jack, Pull down your vest, Put me in my little bed, Rose of Killarne: et Roll out! heave 7, cotton, eta pane vee at $ kept green, Sweet by rand by, Son of a Limes fer, Sing, birdie, sing, Ten a) too late The ee in the moon is looking, lov * "twit two stools aman goes to Che railroad engineer's song, Che nightingale’s trill, Chey borrow, but never return, ‘he butcher r boy, ‘he hazel dell fhe vacant chalr, fom Bowl Jnder the eiliow het she’s ploenees Vhoa, Emma aay version), Whoa, Emma (original version), can’t I have a beau’ Walting for p ee Who will care for mother now? Contents of No. 2. mochree, every man, fallen, Shannon. of the musketeers } McKeown, smile haunts me still, I’m looking at you now, I know when I’ve enough, Pm ere since my ™other rma behoy, John Chinaman, Jimmy’s wooing, Limburger sheese, Little waxed mustache, vife is so awfully thin, May the best man win, nore the pride of Kildare ae by one they crossed the all ewer the blind, t dat ticklin’ me, binson pense, Rauy Lull laby, “weet vision of childhood, all we ever meet again? Single blessedness a fib, fhe fields of home, Bah anaate of the Came-zon fi ‘atyle in which it’s done, e five soit ri “aie e merry The Donegan wig guard, Yake it, Bob, The heathen Chinee, The cork leg, The soldier’s tear, The king’s hi ay The O’s and the Me’ The steam arm, he sparklis solitaire, cle Tom’s pees en the Kay FIFTY ©R MORE SONGS IN EACH ISSUE. Contents of No 3. A national song, Bold Robin Hood, aH an_O’Lynn, eG Grimes the rover, le, caekle, cackle, Coaxing with a kiss, Camptown races, Father will settle the bill, Good-by, John. God bless the little church, ete 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 there any such place?" {t’s nice, Tl be watching for you - ete, It’s naughty, but it’s nice, I Loe my native land, I’m in it, Juanita, er beer ‘ot At ri le maid ‘cadee, McGinn Mary of the wil moor, Massa’s in de cold ground, Mine host! mine host! come, etc. My brudder gum, Mary Avourneen, Nancy Lee, Never despair. Our army and navy of blue, Only a flower there, Old folks at home, Peter Gray, Pink dom oes, Papa says I m: Red, white and blue, Sing! ae Song of the ee Sprig of shillelah, we know each other there? The Gainsboro’ hat, Terrance Muldoon, The flreman’s boy, The summer of 1OvG) The runaway m: The roast beef of old England, The timid awkward squad! The boulev: The low back’d car, The Campbells-are comin’, The Yankee boy, The Hghting dog, The brave old oak, The biarne: ey When the ees ae asleep, Wake! Dinah, w: Why have my joven’ ones gone? Whisper it softly, Yankee ship, ‘and a Yankee crew, Contents of No. 4. After on roe rest, A starry night for a Pe Adventures, of Robinson Crusoe, Auld Robin Gray, Broadway promenade, Bashful young man, Blues ev. violets, Town the: Thad owed lane she goes Darling old stick, “Fifth avenue George,” Few days, Faded flowers, Good-by, Charlie, Good-by till I see you again, ‘ail, Columbia, Tome, pe home, n her “little bed” we laid her, am waiting, Essie dear, ‘I cannot sing the old songs,” Johnny Morgan. ae rect, aval Lather and aida: Mollie ee Nelly was a 1 nay, he wae pretty jue-eyed witch, ola Rosin the Beau, Over the left, Pop goes the weasel, Par excellence, “Put the brake on when, etc. Row, row, Rory O’Moore, Rosa Lee, Ridin’ in a railroad keer, Stolghing moselle, *ighing with my girl, ring, gentle spring, er * ee banner, e king of trumps, The ocean burial, The Brook. fire, The miller or ee dee, The minute The other side Of: Soctin ie aS oaken bucket which eA he well. The rolliolgine old ‘man, There are oon The monveer - waiting for me, The fine old ] fine Brain leman, The fine old Irish ent e) The spider and noone eee “There’s nothing succeeds like The mocking bird, ates servant girl, gentleman, Whis: ri oflove, You ee the water. etc. 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, Bessy was a sailor’s bride, Batt e of the ke; Be sure you’re ght, Be kind oe fat) ~ oon mother, Come to the ole tree, Call her back an iii her, Come where the moonbeams, ete. Don’t marry your mother-in-law, Eulalie, Flow gently, sv sweet Afton, Fair G ood news ron home. Annie, Haunting eyes, He led hor to the altar ll strike von witha feather, sle of beauty, never refuse Jocky hat and feather, Jeannette and Jeanno e Kitty Kimo, Kate Kearney, Lord Bateman and fair My heart’s in the Highlan My dear old mother, My eye a peor Martin, No one to lo “Our la daie’s 8 ‘dead, Jem,” Oh! I shall call dada, Rather too “ heavy 3 for me, sienna I drea: , love, bird of summer, Siiver moonlight s s seeing Piper Heidesick,” Sword of "Sunker Hill, * Since Terry first joined the gang, “ Strike the iron while it’s hot.’ The star that leads to thee, The household clock, ’Tilda Horn, Twas like 2 a spirit’s sigh, "Twas rank and fame, ate ae 4 e way to appy, The pirate’s serena: nas, The belle of the ball, The sweet, sunny smile, etc. Ten o'clock ; or, remember, ete. The sea king’ 3 burial, The old man’s got to go, To the love of my Mit etc. True blue, and seventy-two, othe 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 lite on the ocean wave, Ada, with the golden hair, Ben Bolt, By the sad sea-wavi BROW, eyes has that tlittle maid- Bas¢-ball,! Beautiful dreamer, Boy with the auburn hair, Clear the way, Castles in the air, eis mother, I’ve come home to ee pore rt you dare to kiss me, Joe! Evangeline, Finigan’s wake, “Free and easy,” George, the charmer, Her pretty, smiling face, I want to go home to mamma! I wish I was in Dixie’s ge I’ve only been down the club, I really, don’t think I shall marry, “John , Barleycorn is a hero bold,”” Keep on kissing me, Kicking a man when he’s down, Katy did, Katy didn’t, Kind and true. ae ae mee ulcahy’s home again, Miss Malony’s ball, My 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 June Poor old s ave, Roger O’Malley, Rock me to sleep, mother, “we stars are softly gleam- son ‘of Eenene Alpen, Sweet long “The scam The little blacksmith ey merriest girl that’s out, ne @ dashing gay eran or Z male cece PUnsophisties ted love,” ware "the 1 falls ree water, moonlight on aoe any ‘address, on receipt of six oente per copy. = Contents of No. 7. Contents of No, 9. Annie of the vale, Brother, tell me of the battle, . er Awfully awful, By de ae of de moon, , a Ame rica, Balm of Gilead, American vocal melody, Casey’s whisky, ek oe Boar tet in the surf, come none, father, ~ = it like a man, a oe: a5: ; razy Jane, ear old wo: 2 me, maiden, with me Dermot Asto. Dat’s der kind of mans 1 am, De ole corn mill, Dreami a aes se Bob o Every inc: ilor, “Davy Jones,” ~ oo the ext idle, birdie, Dar- ane arling, ic! nee : He knows how to do it, iver of thee, : : ee ee I know you'll be true to me,| Evening Star, a eae Robin, fat as ey er Rate Pil re the inane a d, fritz, wi oe its aliéweill aS pees remem ou in my pray- nigh ~ ae Pe F Hark! I ear an angel sing, 3 J eremiah, blow the fire, Hold the f 3 os Little diamond dewdrop, “il pac you! on Broadway, : = Like a Turk! miss : i Mother, dear, I’m thinking of aan meine could, nage you, Kiss me wing,” Ct ae My pretty little blonde, Katy ae 7 es Marriage bells, Kafoo: Mr. Finagan, Katie Tse 3 end Willie Gray, Never push a man because he’s | Kitty McGee. oing down the hi hill, Keep a little corner in yoar Oh, George! beaut: iful George! heart for m Onl P’'m as a plete home, Leaning on a balcony, Prett; —— Lora Vale, “Pullin; ard against the | My sweet Polywog, strea: =e ee little primrose, Remember you have children of your own. per = the sands, speak, Shion tor to Ba 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, on on the boots, The big sunfiower, The Me licking oy The Mulligan puaee The blue and the gray, ke your coat up to your uncl The old folks are . The ait ones at home, The belle of Pleasure bay, Uncle Sam’s farm Winter—sleigh-bell song, What is home without a mother, Wait for the wagon, Would zoo if you were me? Widow Mac! Contents of No. 8. Awfully fly, “ Ain’t you awful,” Brother’s fainting at the door, Bobbin’ arow Come sit yx my side, little dar- Call me your dari again, “Com: o back — rin, . Dot Germ Dat Rey, old 1 ae a ball, Don ve up the panip. OCs ce lovely Lo Happy, : Hezekiah, n’t a marryt ng m: Pa speak to om cindy a again, Du I’m going hom: Dixie, Isn’t hea aes? Jordan is a hard road to travel, | Bitte Oneal | we Kitt; | Fro: Kittie ao wears ‘cider, La-de-da-de Micks, Minnie Dear, enon, the solid man, my guiding star, My little wife “ashot ore, See 'S hee but mine, Old Black Joe, Our girls. <5 Onl: speak pee to me, On the beach at Branch, “Oh wouid I Smee ird!” Our captain’s last kronde, One hundred 7 Pat Roach at the DiAy; Row, row your boat, Schaky Ce The finest police in the world! That’s the en capers The teetota The candid: eam 2 The young widow, The little ones asleep, The cit; Tra-la-la, George! The belle of the day, The dear little shamrock, There is no harm in kissing, The ee emigrant’s lament, The harp a ea of Erin, Up with the ‘tax in the morning, Uncle Pomp’s return, ETT Jeremiah, Wait for the turn = the ee Willie, we have missed you. When the blossoms are white in the « ore ee mown comes rolling wou ai were with thee, Young fellah, you're too fresh, boliceman, Merit commands su My own native land, My sweet girl, Not before Pa, dear, Our cine Oh, iet him rest, iw Pretty Jemi: don’t say no, ye. Playing in the od es Sea girl, or, Du Du-da, da. one She was clerk in dy store, i Shake; Dinkelgpithe : . Still I love thee, Shells of the ocean, : a Hills of New ies = The The gia he Hage PPy life, é aan — om avringing for, ete, ete. Ol The old, sic x lov g ty, ae The pein = ellar i Delgado like me, The bird so! The diamond t ring, “i The old farm house, The old ne Upina Uhele fen, ‘Ben, the Yankee, Write a = often, di aie the little Bide ae sing x nea in the en! 3 Whi ky, you're the divil: | ne ge When Jo Ty OO ee ae ew... Willa mon i cla: a tree? “sae Yeur pocket-book is your,ete © Contents of No. 10. A merry Gipsy girl again, Baby’s got a tooth! billy Jo! ae ball, Breeze of the night, Colleen amie Doras home from the ba oC gospel car, . ar Doulas tender and true,” Dark-eyed Norina, Dutch onion vender, i er Bas the river, ec Eilleen Allanna, pele ie E E Piuribus Unum, . Farewell song of Enoch. ‘astien, ore m Madison to Union Square, es of - 2 eee ‘ . ; ipy-go-lu Hoke such a lovely waltzer! Her front name is “ Hannar,” Have you seen my sister? I’m the governor’s son, It’s funny when a feel, ete. Ym leaving thee in sorrow, etc. Jack’s yarn, Kissing in the moonlight, Kiss me quick and go, . : “Little Barefoot,” sept Cs Lilly Dale, Sy Little Nanni ae Let me kiss him for his mother, . Little ee Minnie ee: me dear little Mollie Maloney, M. my side, Se agate Sy Bis bos, ¢ eee tea oe Pretty blue-eyed belle, : 5 Rather too old for me, Susan J ea Strangers She’s Banded ae as arose, The Hoolahan musketeers! “That’s Ww! The Newfoundland 4 i The lass that loves a or, Vi at last, - Why don’t you: and What care how fairahe bet Walking d down Broad . wan ie epee paetan 3 to ‘play: : Where wiill*there Willi rogan no mens Contents of No, 11. Alma Mater O, All for es An answer to “grease the grid- dle, Bir ie Darling, cpne whisper, mine; or, the sailor's ea Ba ht t-evyed Little Nell of, ete. Orphan boy’s lament Rniccns you darkies all, Cushlamachree “Don’t forget the old folks,” - Don’t make a noise or else, ete., Darby M’Guire, Eileen Mayrone, Farewell, Kathleen, ~ Guess what it is you can have it, _ Happy are we to-night, Tie Rede Pho in the park, _ Leare not how fortune may vary Juliana Phebiana Constantina Brown. Live in my heart and pay no, ete. Let me dream again, My fan, New. poeta, Nora M’Sh erent ae Loe ny Country, Oh, see ot ‘angel band, Over the river, Obert ot obey! obey! : ye te ent b; for 1 a ee, day, mbling thro’ the town, Say one little eprayerih your, ete. e’s a wink and a smile that charms me! Stand by the p Silver t. reads, emer . She suits me, down to The lone fish-ball, - The big bonanza, r. to the core, post-boy’s song, x Tho tl thin man,” The good cigar, The convivial man, Sano iterate on her, shoes, ‘hat gal o’ mine.” The tars farewell, The boys of Kilkenny, The last rose of summer, ~The age of progress, aed em dedown, farewell, ey - Gp ginia Be’ When ae, oa clothes were new Bo have me n I took our Nance to church “We'd better bide a wee, We stand here united, - “Yes; or m0.”? Dontents of No, 12. F - A warrior bold, ee Ask me not why; or, the daughter eae A —~ regiment, arlow, eBiiards at and 1 pool, ?, ( comin thro’ the rye, Dancing in the dreamy waltz, Dot leedle sofa, Gum-tree canoe, Glad to get home, Gal from the South, $75) over, John, aol hally, halletugahs or, the J ” ‘Brown Song, the gold, he ground Sen Davy. py dr ‘cams of you,” ip, hurreh! hip, hurrah never loved before ff ie Seay you call a military on nota man by his cloth- Janet's choice, ny Sands, tg ite mountain daisy,” ttle Rosebu ve punitinen the roses, eebme at the fan ed sould chanadaly 4 ‘harle; ey, y Tater captivation, 0 renter vou ie ee = rt Noah, ead fe aid bata an ark, *$@ 80 “Pu slow a and steady, boys, SPull have you a lotta ‘or y: : me? ren y of the dying, the butterfly, 5 a gal o’ mine, troo) franeen n, roc! iS belle of the avenu e thes Bi ft Killa _ e three black crows, . ie brave and free, e sits 2 rithou the me! nua chink! ing males ‘én wiggle so? 6 Gre out out on the ocean ‘sail: the: waterlilies grow, - FIFTY OR MORE SONGS IN Contents of No 13. Blue glass, Come sit by my side, little, ete. Come into the garden, Maud, Colinette, Charlie de Rogers, Do not heed her warning, Erin is my country, Farewell, darlin: ng He kissed her and she kissed him, His deeds be forgotten, Irish Molly, O, x ae of old Ireland wherever Ig I thought sng Wie an angel, It’s just my s' on 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 ae on your friend, Oh! Susannah. am andfathers’ days, eee avourneen, { will let Sen Pally Poricing ot Washington, etc “Rival fro St. os 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 Irish The swell of the The black Huss 3 The hat my father wo: That’s where you wm acne the, ete. The Gipsy’s warning The Italian guinea- pig boy, Toss the Turk, The modern belle, The American boy, The Irish jaunting car, 5 atrick forever, The Watertord boys, Then yaa remember me, The kiss in the street, The dear little damsel, The ne that once thro’ Tara’s nis home where’ a the heart is, The one Californian Thou hast wounded the spirit, “The colored waiters, The Dutch drum major, Vive la Bacchanal, We met by Sctrpie oe Yankee doodle. “You'll sometines think of me.” Contents of No. 14. All’s for the best All eae my haf, Brace up. Cottage’ 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 oor all jolly eens Grandmother told me's: In this beautiful land of my, ete. I’d rather be a violet, I’m sure that I could do it, Lam not angry, I'd be a Gipsy, I dreamed my boy was a ete I’m o’er young to marry yet, Jenny Brown and I, Johny was a shoemaker, Look before leaping, Pouting the old cat die! Long, lony ago. = old Kentucky home, etc. My p poor dog Tray, aggie’s secret, ee soon we'll be, My girl with the calico dress, My home in Kentuck a? Never aici frien Old dog Tra; Old don Tra ay. (0. 2. One sweet little ae darling, Oh! be oe to thy heart again, Our toa: Red, oaitte and blue, Row, row, Lass ad ‘3, TOW, See if I'd get mad Star of the twilight, She reigns’al e reigns alone, Stuffed goose, Tapping at the window, The ribbon of blue, There’s magic in your kiss, The farmer’s daughter, The Canadian seat song, The Glend, They say I’m ae ety tough man! The farmer sat in his eben The bateeneoe of freedom, [The Carbinee We'd better De happy than rich; Weall are growing old, Wha oe papers say, What will Mrs. Grundy say? What are the wild aeitcn oaning? We sent agree, We are gro’ wing old together, Wiille’s'ont on aie eae blue sea, Born eye a va iietie dam ‘dance format, youl ve Ve een 4 ae tame Contents of No. 15. A man’s a man for a’ that, Afloat on the ocean, Are thy dreams of me? A parody on Uncle Sam’s farm, A wet sheet and a flowing sea, Behind the scenes, Bingen on the Rhine. Call me not back trom the echo- less shore, Cease thy w ‘eeping, sadden’d, ete. Come sing to me again, Come where my love lies, ete. Cruiskeen lawn, Dare-devil Dick, Do a good turn when you can, Do the mee me at home? Ettie Ma; Get your Thead abaveste crowd! cee the girl that is tender and Happy Miele icles Harp of the wild wind, He had such taking ways, I wish I was in Dixie, No. 2, “Mollie darling,” My mother’s Bi dle, Nora darling, Oh, whistle and I'll come to you, Poor child of the drunkard, Ring tne od watchman, Soda wate Somethin; 0 love me, Rparking n the winter, meg a, e them away, they’ll drive ~ eraz, Teddy O° eale, rene ie ae e moonbe Ss kissing the, ete The farmer’ cstboy, The young eae 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 wentl Too late to go to church, Tramp! tramp! tramp! Under the Starlight Unfurl the ploriens ae Washington, star of the West, We all get jolly as ane night, ete. We miss thee at hom We were boys and ae together, ae my ship comes in, rahi u wash a nigger white What the old cock sparrow aaial) When the milk goes around, ‘Whoa, Charley. C 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 guickly, 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, I'll wait at the gate for thee, Vil hang my harp on a, ete, In this es by and by, Indian hunter, Is that mother bending o’er me? I 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 Moor e, Must we then meet as strangers? My dark-eyed Southern queen, My grandmother’s advice, My heart’s in old Ireland, Aen y Kat, send mite one flower from, ete ola ie Ky., Old Hadi ng hint, Or any other gal; Pat Malloy, Remembered still, . * Romebod y is w alving for some- 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 toper, Weep, Pompe vy, wee "p We are all so fond of kissing, When Charley's in the box, en the roses bloom, Will aati know wie In ti ag and Hulda. — ge Beadle's Half Dime Singer's Library. | EACH ISSUE. Contents of No. 17. Adréam of love, Be kind to each other, Come sit thee down, Comic Katee Darling, Cora Lee, Conic 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 have no mother, now, Til bet you’d like to know, I’m dancing mad, iby the brookside, I Sean John Jone | So jook. at that, just look at S, 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, a Sanne glass before we’re in Sborhned days, Our fatheriand, paras: on “to the west!” rerh aps, Poor little Flo., Pretty Jane; She frow’d a kiss at me, Sparking Sarah Jane, Sweet atilda Brown, The death of Annie Laurie, The fireman’s victory, The fireman’s Peat The STAVE of Lily Dale, The g irl Lleft behind me, The home of the neath The old wisey ine The promenade elastique, The quilting party, The yellow rose of Texas, To the west Vilikins and his Dinah! | Waiting for the May. What. other deat ‘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, Coa oe but read i this heart of m) Day tent fs on the sea, De ingia-rubber nig, Don’t you ery so, Norah, Darling ENCES song to the Virgin, at se: Gon -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 ane st I’ve been roaming o’er the, e Jane Monroe, Jolly Jack the rover, Kate was once a little girl, Kitty Tyrrell, Look out for stormy wedder! Maud Adair and I, Man the life-boat, Moses Solomon, My ain fireside, My boyhood’s home, y pretty Yorkshire lass, My styleis something new, My Susianna, O’Brien, keep off the grass! Oh, kiss, but never tell, “Oh! Peter.” Poor and gay, Pretty little Mary, or, chuck, etc. Sally, my darling, Soniebody’s oar tings somebody, | Song of the farmer, pee king Buriden night, Stand by the flag, Sweet the song of birds, Terry O'Reilly, The dashing U. ’S. marines’ march The farmer’s boy, The aa digger’s lament, The little low room where I if mage pay. wife, ne old ard, he storm! oe The vagabond, Time 2 one will proye, Tom brow: ‘True blue is’ the color for me Will you love me just a little tle? Would I were a bo; again, xt vould: I wy tobe Bl YoU a eee Contents of No. Ai Anything for Harry, A merry-go-round, Across the sea, A year ago, Cool ‘Burgundy Ben,” Encor Ever Saiae has lost a darling, " I'd offer thee this hand of mine It’s just what I might have ex pected, Jersey Sam Kissing thro’ the fence, Kind relations, Lend a helping hand, Little Cherry lossom, Louis Renouf, aiegeis darling, lam coming, Mar; Argyle, Maria "i ones, Meet me by moonlight, Nothing else to di Och! Paddy, is it Versett? Oft in the stilly n ght, Oh, God, A RGEORAO he’ mariner, Oh, wouldn’t you like to know; Old Uncle Edward, Over on the other shore. Paddy on the canal, Poor old maids, Rat- ee 8 daughter, Rose-Marie, Roll on, silver moon, | Rustic Mary, Sammy Slap, the bill-sticker, She’s bright as the morning staf Sweet Dolly Boone! “The calibar,” The pany 's wife, The pee stream, The ingle Bide The ivy vy gree; ' The land of anni The lily of the west, The Rose of Allandale, The spade, boys, ie spade, The tail iv me.co; The two orphans. The woman that ai next Lab The yellow coin, They don’t wish’me at home, Thou art sone from my gaze, Tis midnight hour, Tw a orphans; or, the Brooklyn Umbestie courtship, Uncle Gabriel, vhen I saw sweet Nellie home, When the swallows homeward fly, Wi l'you meet melitile lovedeta Will you love me then as now? Write to me over the water, love, — Young ladies, listen to me. Contents of No. 20. Absence and return, A dollar or two, A mother’s love} Angel of my dreams. A warning to you lads who wan to go to sea, Beautiful world, Be kind to the loved ones, Better late than never, Be watchful and beware; o: “seek not to know the future, Blue-eyed Mary, Call me pet names, Charity. Come, sing mea song, little May. Cu fe and Venus, Dilla Burn, Don’t you tell my father, Down among the daisies, Down the Burn, Davy, love, Dumbarton’s bonnie dell, Eating peanuts. Flirting on the Mall, Gentle Nettie Moore. In der sdreed py-und-py. x In the da; e ae ‘ya I Waa Me up I should Is it anybody p business? I wish I was, John Anderson, my Jo, John. Johnny, don’t wriggle the bal by: Last week I took a wife, My whisky-red nose, : Napolitaine, Not married yet, Ossian’s serenade, Out in the green flelda, Patriots true and bold, : Perhaps she’s on the railway, Pretty Kitty May, Sambo, I have missed you, Senorita Luz, Since Danny ‘went on the stages, Speakethe truth Squire Jones’s dai ‘hier, Sunshine of my he: i “Take home a fry in a Dux!” nee DoneaEne: house over the The Child's wish, The chorister, aaa dying boy a prounenty he gay caval The . ate of Uncle True, adies’ mile, . bem st a ee f, - Contents of No. 21. oie are Bessie, the maid of ‘ undee, . Courting in Connecticut, ‘Dearest Mae, _ “Deed I has to laugh,” Do the best you can, Ella Ree Dell, Far, far upon the sea, Gentle Hallie, Hattie Lee, He doeth all things well, T cannot call her mother I’m standing by thy grave, ete. Jane O’Malley, Z Joanna Snow, Laughing eyes of biue, Lulu is our darling pride, . Marion Lee, Marion’s none ; Sean me by the running brook, ellie, Not for gold, Oh, carry me home to die, Oh! silber shining moon, Oh! spare the ol homestead, Old homestead, One summer day at Rockaway, “Pretty as a chromo,” Riding on a rail, Sergeant McGee, of the N. Y. M. P, She is not fair to outward view, pie ee cream, ‘ unny days come again, w That husband of mine,” - The carrier dove, . The canace of my mother, The female auctioneer, The indignant polly wog, The maniac, ~The miller’s maid, - The olden days, _ The old mountain tree, me snes a mocthen used to sing, e straw! iy Tick! tick! tek! Three grains of corn, Tried, but true, Turn off the gas at the meter, Onder the flowers as white as snow, " 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? “Where art thou now, my, etc. Why don’t the men propose? Will nobody marry me? Will you hearken for my, ete. “You and L” ~~ Qontents of No, 22, As Isat by my hearth, ~~ Billy Patterson, _ Bonnie Dundee, Carry on the same old game, CVar de road, I’se coming! . Come down to the dell, y Some, Willie dear, I’m weep- ng, . Dear old friends --Dear mother, P'll come home 5 Brain ~*Dolcy Jones, f Down among the cane-brakes, : mm," s ee Fairy Belle, _ Grandmother’s frock, Ho! gondolier, awake! How shall I watch thy coming! | Beadle’s Half Dime Singer's Library. FIFTY OR MORE SONGS IN EACH ISSUE. Contents of No. 23. Aaron Glaices, A glass of cold water for me, A ride I once was taking, At the animal fair, Au revoir, Fritzy, Beautiful Venice, Come when the stars are shining Deal with me kindly, Down by the river side, Farewell, old cottage, Hush-a-by bahky, love my native land, *m one of the boys, you know, Jane ee Jennie is waiting for me, Julianna Johnson, Katie’s secret, Kitty Wells, Let us haste to the vale, Lily Ra; Little Ella, Lizzie dies to-night, Mary’s welcome home, Massa sound is sleeping, Mother I have heard sweet music My canoe is on the Obio, My old house, my dear happy ome, 7 Near the banks of that lone river Oh, don’t you remember the time Oh, take me back to Tennessee, On Coney Island Beach, Our Union, right or wrong, Paddy Boghree, aiiean Mary’s escape, volutionary times, Ring de banjo, Roy Neill Senatah G-wage, She’s black, but that’s no matter She’s dreaming of the angels, Sighing for thee, Some folks, Sweet Aleen, Take me home to die. The anchor’s weighed, The evar gun, The happy Switzer, The Mormon’s lament, The old man ain’t himself no more, The old stage coach, The reefer’s song, The sleighing glee, The star of my home, The western trapper’s camp song Tread softly, theangels are call- Dg, Two South Car’lina ni \ “Way down in Cairo,” Will you list to me, Nellie? Contents of No, 24. Barcarolle, Bonny Eloise, Brightly o’er lake and shore, Bright rays of early morning, by the lone river side, Come down by the silvery brook, love, Come, merry birds, in winter, Come up, comrades, Come whi ere the orange trees bloom! Ella Leene, Even Bayne. Farewell, Lilly dear, Farewell, sweet mother, Fresh drinks, Good-by, Linda, love, Hard times come again no more _ Tl paddle my own canoe, Happy be thy dreams, . I’m leaving thee, my mother Home and friends, I had a dream, ear, It is recorded, I’m a pedagogue, Maria Jane, Maggie, the pride of the vale, : Ee ay; .. Mullaly, go muzzle your dog, ¢ own mountain home, ‘Nobody cares for the poor, ‘ No, thank you, sir, Oh, ’m a Jolly bachelor, _ ~ Old Tronsides, __ Over the summer sea, Sailor-boy’s last dream, “Say yes, Pussy,” Sak oy me sleeps among the daisies, . Ship on ng of the haymaker A 2p SO} 35 ; Ba t voice of Belle Brandon, _ Take this message eu ve of Washin; as haart to | wtom , I’m the queen of the village, I'm thinking of thee, Ellie, I prize this little tress, Isee her still in my dreams, Jeanie with the light brown hair Jenny’s coming o’er the green, Jennie with her bonnie blue e’e, Kinlock of Kinlock, pitty, dear, Little Jenny Dow, Los 1, st Rosabe Nobody loves me, Oh! if L had some one to love me Old Simon, the hot corn man, ye Cues upona ee oney, you’re the stuff!” Padd., Malone, “Parted from our dear ones,” Scenes that are brightest, She laughed behind her fant She wept her life away, Silent evening, Silvery midnight moon, ove, e home I leave behind me, Some one to love, The dream fs past, ad from Lancashire, The girls are not so green, he mountaineer’s farewell, : eo merry fgh rid sie! ride, . _ ‘The night wind sizhsiaion a old arm chair> ee The glorious reformers, The light of other days, The little drooping flower, The lone starry hours, The long, long, weary day, : old sailor’s dream, " poutcaet S » ne is somebody waiting for £18 home without a sister? en the corn is wares The meeting of the waters, The sea, the sea, the open sea, rae mud ape e Zingarina, Think of me, in your dreams *Tis but a little faded flower, *Twas only one short year ago, xiya. ’America, ‘ e’ll meet in heaven, father, What fairylike music, Words to remember. - love, Contents of No, 25. All broke up, Am I not fondly thine own? Beautiful Italy, Black-Eyed Susan, Bonnie new moon, Bright moonlight sea, Charley is my darling, Dar am honey on dese Lips, De boss ob Delaware, Dot liddle white-washed shanty, Do they think of me at home? Do you remember, Tom? Down at de barbecue, Gentle Bessie Gray, Give de ole folks a chance, Hannah’s at the window, Hark! the vesper i Fe Hope told a flattering fale, I breathe once more my native air, I dream of my mother, I’m in love, Johnny’s so bashful, Joys that we've tasted, Kiss me good-night, mother, Kissing through the bars, List! to the convent bells, Making love on a starry night, Miller’s song, My country's fee of pias, y country’s 0! 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, call me not unkind, Robin, Oh, George, Once more upon the sea, On the banks of the beautiful river, Silence and tears, The basket maker’s child, The Bay of Biscay, The chime of wedding bells, The grave of Kitty Clyde, The heaving of the lead, The negro boatman’s song, “There’s a rainbow the clouds. There's @ sigh in the heart, There’s a sweet face at the Win- dow, Till the roses wake again, "Tis true, dear heart, we’re fad- ing, Two bad men, *Way down in Maine, What is this emotion? Widow Malone, Woman’s resolution., Contents of No, 26. After me! A maiden’s prayer, Annie 0’ the banks o’ Dee, Another sweet face in the cradle, A sweet song-bird was singing, Banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon, Be quiet, do, I’ll call my mother, Blow your own trumpet, Blue-eye’d violets, Bounding billows, Burial of Sir John Moore, Cl’ar de kitchen, Come along, do, Come, come away, Dance, boatman, dance, Dick Murphy from '. ©. 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, T’'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, Jenny with the sweet brown eyes, Kind words can never die, me me, but don’t say good- Ys Linger near me, liftle treasure, Little boy blue, Little Nell, Mary Blane, Must the sweet tie that bound us broken My heart is full of love for ee, My heart {s true, ‘Norah, the pearl of Tralee,” Parade of the guards, assing away into sunlight, Rouse, brothers, rouse, The afternoon crawl, The bells of Shandon, The bowld sojer boy, The captain, The day played ieee-ball, 6 day I pla: ase- The dear Trish boy, The east side of town, The handsome man, The horn of chase, The landlord’s pet, The old school-house, The postman’s knock, The rataplan, 5 When the lebieds are singing en the ie are ny in the garden! Fe ae x ¢ or sent, post-paid, to any addtess, on receipt of six cents per copy. Contents No, 27. Augustus Daisybeau, Billie Boy, Bob Baker, the shoemaker, Bright rosy morning, Buy a broom, Charge the can cheerily, Come back, massa, come De Rhemish rifle pand, “Eureka!” Far from the hearthstone, Flirting in the starlight, For you we are bray ng at home From our home the loved are going, “Give a kiss to mel” Golden hours, High Daddie, Huntingtown, I do not watch alone, I love the merry sunshine, Vl have your number! or 3642, at never have her back again! "11 tell nobody, I’m a forester free, I’m the ladies’ beau ideal, I’m weary, so weary, It’s nice to be a father, Jack Ratlin, Katie Bell, Larry’s good-by, Love me little, love me long, Magic circles, Make me no gaudy chaplet, My Emma Louise, My vife vas so awfully sheal- ous, Nelly Carey, Oh, I shall wear a uniform, Ole gray goose, Poor Jack, Since James put on high col- ars, Somebody's waiting for some- ody, Song of the old bell, Sweethearts, Stund Lo your guns, Tack and tack, The anchor apeak, The baronet, 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 hunter boy, Yo! heave, hol You’ll forgive me then. Contents No. 28. Beggar girl, alae Charming blue-eyed Bess, Come, oh, come with me, Comme il faut, ge heart, we're growing old, De Flip-flap nigs, Did od ever call me darling? Don’t drink my boy to-night, Down by the surging sea, Dream, baby, dream, Dream of the dance, Dwelling withthe angels, Fannie Grey, Gafier Grey, Gentle Annie Ray, Hoop-de-doo-den-doo, In the wild chamois’ track, I’m coming home to die, It’s very aggravating! I will stand by my friend, Keep this Bible near your heart, Listening on the hill, Limberger scheese! Love and friendship still are thine, Major Majolica, Many a time and oft, Moonlight, starlight, daylight, Morn on the meadow, Mother would comfort me, Nigger, put down dat jug. Of what is my darling ing Oh, sing to me those dear old songs, ; One Christmas-tide, Rocked in the cradle of the eep Roses Lie along the way, Stop dat knockin’ Sweet boy and girl, Switzer’s song of home, Take back the heart, The ebony swell, , The Killarney Fustleers, The landsman’s song, - The sorrowful paddy, The stars and stripes, The stirrup cup, no sunny hours of childhood, ey say, Things that never die, ‘Tis money makes the mare go! will neber'do t gib it will neber do to up 40, Werry pekooliar, BD s We will not retreat any more, When my dreams come true, Why do I weep for thee? he never come? : ouldn’t you like to know? ‘eam- Contents of No. 29. Alabama Joe, . Barney, the lad from Kildare, Be always up and doing, boys, Better late than never, > Blue bonnets over the ‘border, Bonnie blue fiag, ; Bright, bright wine, Can you, sweetheart, keep # secret? Come back to our cottage so lonely, Darling Norah’s mine. Dear mother, call me home Easy come, easy go, Echoes, God bless you, Grafted into the ae Happy-go-lucky, am I! Highland Mary, Iknowa Ban of hazel eyes, I love that dear old flag the I wish he’d tell me why? Jennie June, Jennie Lorn, Jenny dang the weaver, Jessie, the flower o’ Dumblane, Kiss me, darling, ere we sever, Lee-poo-tay, 2 Logan braes, $ Lullaby, Many TeEDY returns of the day, - Mister Hill, pray, be still, ~ Mother, dearest, I Murmuring sea, My ain fireside, My country so dear, No Irish need apply, Old Jessy, Old John Jones, Our country and flag, Since grandfather died, Some girls do and some girls don’t, . Some love to roam, Tell mother I die hai B * The answer of Ben be The day our mother died, ~ There’s nae luck about the house, The miseries of sneezing, The old grenadier, The regular ¢ The shoes my daddy wore, Tis midnight on the stormy deep ess make room for your uncle, pete the birds have gone to sleep, Where was Moses when the light went out? Will the pee old times come back aga: ; Won’t you tell me why, Robin? Contents of No, 30. A curious circumstatice, “ Beautiful leaves,” Beautiful spirit, spirit of love, Bill and I, Billy Salama: di, “Blue-eyed ily,” best, © am coming, Carrie Lee, De ee raft, Ella Clay, Excuse me while I’m here, Evening bringeth my heart, Fairy dreams; I fancy I’ve seen you before, | In the down-hill of life; or, to- morrow, I’m a poor Irish girl, - I remember the hour when sadly we parted, Katy avourneen, Kind friends are near her, Little Major, Love’s perfect cure Lulu Lee, . Mother kissed me in my dream, My grandmother’s chair, My little valley home, 3 My love is on the battle-field, ; Oh, baby mine, a Oh, George, you tickle me so, Only to love, On the field of battle, mother, =~ On the shores of Tennessee, a Our little darling’s dead, Sera Our sweethearts at home, Phantom footsteps, The chap from Buffalo, The Danube river, The days when we were youn,, The happy muleteer, The lights far out at sea, 0 et The maiden the green-— wood, ; nt The merry laughing mi The old church bell, = The Rhinoceros, The rock beside the sea, The song of the guard, \ The Virginia rosebud, ea The wherewithal, They pray for us at home, eae Tom Thumb’s wedding, eS oa. Trust to luck, ; Uncle Joe’s Hail Columbia, : Was my brother in the battle? — We’s gwine to heah from > ome, . What is home without a wlfe? Whene’er I think of thee, aoe alien silver locks replace the ‘old, rice Willow cot, ‘ J aN You say I’know not why I'm - The firs' Contents of No. 31. - Ah, ae kissed me when he left “staat ma love's away, A little farm well tilled, Am [ still beloved? Are you lonely now, my darling? Are you not a coquette, Lulu, darling? a ves aedthen dots cheese and | kisses, Ghariey the ‘‘ Masher, es — meet me in the Green- cousin. Jedediah, Daisy Dea: pees ites st the old friends for ew Down on the Mississippi shore, Dream on, Lillie, _ , Footsteps on the stair : an ong 0 fight mit Siegel m just he man you're looking pm Gut for a lark, It’s not the miles we travel, but the pace that kills, ae on the green, Johnny Schmoker, _Katy’s letter, Love is like a bird, rebellious, Me little, fat man, My blue-eyed Neille, ay love is like a al red rose, Nellie lost and found, hh, bless me. mother, ere I die, Old Dan Tucker, Poor old Uncle Ben, “Ring down the curtain,” Robin Adair, - Rommani Se ee tls, eighing on a starry n! Sweet Daisy Darling, Sweet forget-me-no The bachelor’s lament, The bell-ringer, The blue jay’s melody, The coat of other days, The ts ae all at home love The aoe of Tennessee, The ham fat a Th tng See abt Tesnard’s, ‘he Lousiana home, The National debt, The old house far away, The ring my mother wore, ; ae eine come nevermore to the stre: Three To roguish chi ADB, Tread lightly, ye comrad Watehini for es - When ol Contents of No. 82, A life a the galley fire, pa, friends were here. All’s A me’ merry vintage maid, An ery, merry would be wooin”, Be sure od call, as you pass by, Bonnie breast-knots, Call me darling, Sold by all newsdealers, five cents each; or sent, post-paid, to any ae on receipt of six cen’ 7. : EADLE & ADAMS, BEADLE’S HALF-DIME 29 Tue Dump Pace. By Capt. Frederick Whit- taker.... 30 Roaring RatpH Rockwoop. By ers St. George . - { Deapwoop Dick, Tae Prince or Tar Roap. By Edward L. Wheeler - 2 YELLOWSTONE Jack. By Joseph E. Badger, in 8 Kansas Kine. By Buffalo Bill............... FIFTY OR MORE SONGS Christ will care for mother now, Close his eyes, his work is one. Come in and shut the door, Cradle song, Dublin Bay; or, the wreck of the emigrant ship, Drunk again, or Timothy Tottle, Grandmother’s clock, He’s gone to the arms of Abra- am, High times, good times, | ’d dream forevermore, Idream of my mother and my ome, I know a pretty widow, Isabel, lost Isabel, I tickled her ander, the chin, Kindly pene 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, Oey veer good-night, should like to marry, Oh, Why am Iso happy? “Ona oat One single kis: Sam Slick. che Yankee peddler, She was all the world to me, Song of a thousand years, Sunshine and cloud, Tell me, mother, can I go? | The evacuation, The little ones aslee, The parting of | _ wife, The village maiden, The white cockade, ioe are plenty of fish in the The sailor’s There's no such girl as mine, re ni s nothing like a fresh’: ning TeeZe, Those evening bells, ae mother will rock thee-to sle ” Pastor’s wake: not my darlings ane no more for Lil hat does little pirdio say? What Jack will say, Your fortune is too small for me. Contents of No. 33. Angels listen when she speaks, A sweet brier rose is my Mollie, Beautiful child of song, Bright-eyed Maggie, Lott Top, De eas am de instrument for ep. aes combination Den; you'll eee me, Down by the river, Fie for ey or, what would mamma wee I'd choose to be a baby, If you’ve only gota mii sienhies T’ll be home to-morrow, I’m quite a ladies’ man, T never had a beau, 5c. 5e. 5e. It was a dream, I watch for thee in starless night, Jonathan we . wife, Kissing on the Lay me to Tons pie mother, Lottie in the | ane, Maudie Moore, My" mete is a@ most knowing wo- of, a ‘the airts the wind can blaw, One more dance, People will talk, Rest thou, mine own! Rowing in the starlight, Sing softly, love, Softly now, , tenderly, Sweet Little Nell, The blind bo The corporal’ s musket, The courtin’ time, The daughter’ Ss dream, The lover’s serenade, The maids of dear Columbia, The minstrel’s ay The old brown cot The old house by the hill, The old man’s reverie, | The old sexton, The sands of Dee The sweetest lietle maiden Ihave een, The widow’s son, Twilight steals softly, We'll have a little dance to- night, When the moon with glory brightens When will he come back to me? When will my darling boy re- turn ? When you sung yourself intomy heart, Where ‘the ivy grows so green, Whisper now to me of home, Whoever can he be? Will you come to meet me, dar- ling? Contents of No. 34. A lady’s ‘‘no” means “‘ yes,” And home I came merry at last, Bachelor’s lament, Casy’s social club, Charming Lizzie Clay, Cora Dean De day ob liberty’ 's comin’, De United States Hotel, Farmer Stubbs’s visit’ to New York, Good- -by, oe good-by, God bless our hom Good-night, sweet eat I hear sweet voices singing, I'll love thee as long as I live, In this old chair my father sat I’m a young man from the coun- try, It’s no use ‘eye Pol Kate O'Shane, 9: Little ‘Alice, any Fay, Maid of Athens, Mermaid’s song, IN EACH ISSUE. Molly Doolan. Mother’s gentle volee, My beautiful eps ‘ Yy own, aay gu ng star, My Polly : ay spree Te hale Hart, On, fake me to thy heart again Oh, why did you die? Ole Massa on he trabbels gone, Once it was only soft blue eyes, Our back» stoop, or, my sweet Maria, Sally, come Us I'we meet Soon again? Song of the soldiers, fee in the lane, The Yine-eyed boy, The four-leaved shamrock, 7 ee brown cot on the The music store window, The good Rhein wine, The snow-white blossoms, The swords were thirty-seven, The troubadour, The untamable shrew ’Twas off the blue Canaries, Weshall be known above, Where is Kathleen ? Contents of No. 35. All yesterday I was spinni: Beautiful aan ie, 3 a Cadet at West Point, cane Jane Louisa! Do they Ne ay for me at home? ye ou. think of the days that are EAin Sia Chree, Farewell song of Enoch Arden, Gathering flowers in Heaven, Go away. pes aman, I’m lonely to-n I Duilt a Bridge. of f fancies, T’ve a home in the Valley, Johnny Bell’s wooing, Josephine to Napoleon, Just oo please the boys, Lore’ Mind. you that, Moonlight and’ starlight, My country so dear, My Irish home, or, dear isle of the shamrock, My little angel ace quadroon, Nicodemus Johnson, Now den! now den! Old Don’t Care Our dear New England boys, Paddle your own canoe, Paul genes See ones, Poor Kitty Popcorn, Putting on Airs, She sleeps beneath the elms, Sunbeams on the sea, That’s where the laugh They all come home The Colleen Bawn, The dream of home, ts per copy. Publishes; 98 ee in, ut mine, The liberty bird, The old wooden’ rocker, The old bachelor’s ae The picture on aS wal The rain on the ro The ’telligent ene 4 Those senreltinss eves, Tobias and Biancos, Toll the, bell mournfully, Violets under the snow, Wake Nicodemus, When our ships wander home When we meet at Heaven’ sents; Zula Zong. ‘ Contents of No, 36. All is well at home, ‘An hour at Central’ Park, Away on the prairie alone, Be kind to darling sister ‘Neu, Cushla agus machree, Dream, baby, eae Father's come hom Give me the pie of honest heart Hearts and hom a 6 eee Font, of that sweet In oe light, It isthe miller’s daughter, I wonder why he comes not, Jessie wae Just as of old, List’ning on the pill, Lost star of my hi Many can ae help one cannot always ee your Wonte mea! ae in arm-chair, dearest mo- | ‘one, where ‘many, y your t My eet that went to Canada, — My mother did so before me, My mother’s cot My sweetheart when a boy, Nancy’s waterfall, 4 Now Moses, Oh! Saturday aftern Oh! take not our little lopiel away Oh, would I were a fly, : Once ares One by o pa santa a Glau Sing me to paleany father, Skating on one in the gutter, Somebody’s darling, Sweet dreams of home, The ah that wear the gree: The cot where the old folks ‘died The first kiss at the gard sn gate, The poe Shenando: The little blue- eyed 1 boy, The music of the mill, The ship that never returned, The school of jolly dogs, The unknown heroes, The valley of Chamoun, . They have broken up their camps, The wandering boy from home, Thy voice is near, Yather, don’t drink any To- cepa we say farewell, Waiting at the old linden tree, Wait, my little one, wait. William Street, N. ¥, LIBRARY. 54 Nep Hazen, By Capt. J. F. OC. Adams........ 5c. 55 DeapLy-Eyr. By Buffalo Bill............ 56 Nick WuHIrrixs’s Pet, By J. F. C. Adams.... 57 Drapwoop Dick’s Eaatrs. By E. L.Wheeler.. 5c. “ 58 Toe Borprer Kine. By Oll Coomes........... Be, 59 Op Hickory. 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