CLM Over 50 Songs. And Fifty-four other Songs in this issue! Sold by all newsdealers, five cents each; or sent, post-paid, to any address, on receipt of six cents per copy. BEADLE & ADAMS, Publishers, 98 William St., N. Y. CONTENTS OF THIS NUMBER. PAGE PAGE. Blue Bonnets Over the Border ... 1 | WhereWas Moses When the Light Since Grandfather Died.......... 5) 9; WIIG LE PISS SF. Loca a8 Avalos & Won’t You Tell Me Why, Robin?. 2 | I Know a Pair of Hazel Eyes..... 8 Barney, the Lad from Kildare.... 2 | The Miseries of Sneezing. ........ 8 My Ain Fireside... .. ..00.+++ +. 2) The Old Grenadier...............5 8 Some Love to Roam........ .--. 2| Jessie, the Flower 0’ Dumblane.. & SAMUBDY s4,, Siiocans sok gstee ee: bans B-| FUR: Fo aes tants es Siig ye g Will the Dear Old Times Come (Some Girls Do and Some Girls Back Againt.:..:, {see esests 3) Don’t. .......-.... 44 2a $ When the Birds Have Gone to | The Shoes My Daddy Wore...... 9 Sleep... ... iii. 3203. ae 3 Kiss Me, Darling, Ere We Sever., % Easy Come, Easy Go...........--. S|} Marmaéring See. 22.00... 0... veeh & Jenny Dang the Weaver.. ....... 3 Better Late Than Never..........10 Come Back to Our Cottage so |I Love That Dear Old Flag the LODEGLY, «25. <3 cavep Hes. tae OOM nis: s argos <6 0455 nies ee 1 There’s Nae Luck About the | The Regular Cure................ 10 HONSS 51... Sisceoseeee ees - 4| Tis Midnight on the Stormy Happy-Go-Lucky am I}.......... 4 DOOD ex. Stas ee eS 10. Bright, Bright Wine.............. 5|Tommy, Make Room for Your Be Always Up and Doing, Boys!.. 5 Unele.........-...-.+.- 1 Mister Hill, Pray, Be Still .. .... 5 | Tell Mother I Die Happy.......... Can You, Sweetheart, Keep a Grafted Into the Army. .. ...... Sheree; su ee es 5,| Mother, Dearest, I Am Coming.. Highland Mary................ « 5 | Dear Mother, Call Me Home.. ... Misbawk J0es saci atrieeomae, ¢ | My Country so Dear.............. No Irish Need Apply.............- 6 | 1 Wish He’d Tell Me Why’........ Jennie. Sune, 25 nds panas Kagew 6 | The Day Our Mother Died... Many Happy Returns of the | EPO AIATOL, 0 rise iss coox es DAS. 5 ktvtiased pitino Wenite BOI. . i. 253% 0550 406. Bonnie Blue Flag...............-. 7| Our Country and Flag.. ... LOGAN DPAOR iG .. Snr eee weee. bee a | God Bless You! | The Answer of Ben Bolt.,........ 7 | Old John Jones.............. OU SORRY. 70 Peet eee eed 7] Darling Norah's Mine ... .......- 12. Blue Bonnets Over the Border. BY SIR WALTER SCOTT. March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, Why, my lads, dinna ye march forward in order? March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale, All the blue bonnets are over the border. Many a banner spread, flutters above your head, Many a crest that is famous in story, Mount and make ready then, sons of the mountain glen, Fight for your queen and the old Scottish glory, Come from the hills where your hirsels are grazing, Come from the glen of the buck and the roe; Come to the crag where the beacon is blazing; Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow. Trumpets are sounding, war-steeds are bounding; Stand to your arms, and march in good order; England shall many a day tell of the bloody fray, When the blue bonnets came over the border. yim SG NEES AS SARE SEALS | EEE Sa eT ; ? wo 2 ROO SINCE GRANDFATHER DIED. Copied by permission of F. W. Heusticx, 136 West 4th Street, Cincinnati, owner of the copyright. Music and words, 40 cents. Yes, grandfather’s clock, it is still standing there, On the floor where it stood many years, Oh, it never grows old, and its face bright and fair Is unshadowed by sorrow or tears; Tis a relic of days that have gone from our gage, And we cherish it now with fond pride; Tho’ it stopped short ne’er to run again, Since grandfather died. Cuornus—Mapny years has it slumbered, noftick, tick, tick, Life’s seconds unnumbered, no tick, tick, tick, For it stopped short ne’er to run again, Since grandfather died. We look at it now and we almost can see Poor old grandfather lingering there, Where he oft loved to sit near the old clock to be In the ease of the old rocking-chair, Keeping time with his feet to the musical beat, As he gazed in its bright face with pride, But it stopped short ne’er to run again, Since grandfather died. _(CHoRus.) it brings back the days that have faded and gone, And the hearts that were happy and gay, It woke us at the earliest break of the dawn, While it rung us to sleep with its lay; Oh, it seemed something grand as in youth we would stand In our wonderment there by its side, But it stopped short ne’er to run again, Since grandfather died. _(CHORUS.) Yes, grandfather's clock, it is silent and still, It is useless for us as it stands, But it’s part of the old home, and we never will Let the old clock go out of our hands. For the good it has done, for the mem’ry of ono Who has gone, we will keep it with pride, Tho’ it stopped short ne’er to run again, Since grandfather died. (CHorus.) | | | } ) ) a i i} 3 bh Baty Won't You Tell Me Why, Robin? Published by E. H. Harpine, ae New York. Music and words, cents. You are not what you were, Robin, Why so sad and strange? You once were blithe and gay, Robin, Whatthas made you change? ‘You never come to see me now As once you used to do, I miss you at the wicket gate, You always let me thro’; It’s very hard to open, But you never come and try, ‘Won’t you tell me why, Robin? Won’t you tell me why? Won’t you tell me why, Robin? Oh, won't you tell me why? On Sunday after church, Robin, I look’d around for you, I thought you’d see me home, Robin, As once you used to do; But now you seem afraid to come, And almost ev'ry day, I meet you in the meadows And you look the other way; ‘You never bring me posies now, (The Jast is dead and dry,) , Won’t you tell me, etc. The other night we danc’d, Robin, Beneath the hawthorn tree, / I thought you’d surely come, Robin, w If but to dance with me; But Allan ask’d me first, and so J join’d the reel with him, But I was heavy-hearted And my eyes with tears were dim, And ob, how. very grave you look’d As once we pass’d you by, Won’t you tell me, a THE SINGER'S. _LIBRARY. Se eres ore re ee mas — a aie al Bane the Lad from Kildare. Copied by permission of Gao. W. RicHarpson & Co., 256 Washington St., Boston, owners of the copyright. Music and words, 35 cents. mre pe 4 “fl How cruel it was of me parents to send me Away o’er the dark, rolling waves of the sea; ~*~ They thought a trip o’er the ocean would lend me A great helping hand to this world, wide and free; I’m here out of work, and without a red penny, I'd carry the hod if they’d give me half-fare, But sure, they don’t want me, they say. they’ve too many, So pity poor Barney, the lad from*Kildare. CHorus—Talk of this country and all of its glory, When you’re away it appears mighty fair, Then when you try it, you’d find it’s a story, For such is the case of thé lad from Kildare. j It’s there in old Erin I left my Allanna, : : A-weeping for me just because I’d to go, j And now to get back to her, tell me how can I? For surely it’s one of those things I don’t know, It’s no use to write to the old folks for money, They never would send it, for sure they don’t care, I don’t play the part in our fam’ly of “honey,” So pity poor Barney, the lad from Kildare, (CHoRUS.) I’d work me way back on a ship if they’d let me, But fate seems against me, like death, cold and grim, For a man I was talking to, ‘said he would bet me I would never get there unless I could swim. It’s-awful hard luck that a feller must suffer, That tries to be honest, and act on the square, T'll have to turn out, -be.a gambler or “ duffer,” Then look out for Barhey,ethe lad from Kildare. (CuHOo.) Me hy oe My Ain Fireside. Oh, I ha’e seen great anes, and sat in great ha’s, Mang fords and mang leddies a’ Gaver’d wi’ braws; But a sight sae delightful I trow Fne’er spied, As the bonnie bly the’ blitk.o’ my ain fireside; My ain firéside, my ait fireside— m sweet is the blink 0’ ane ’s ain fireside. Ance mair, ‘Heaven be praiged, round my ain Benirigo rnp ingle, Wi’ the friends 0’ my youth I cordially mingle, Nae forms to:compel me to seem wae or glad; I may laugh wher I’m merry, and sigh whon'T ‘Pm oi My ain fireside, ete. ers Nae falsehood to dread, nae malice to f But truth to delight me, and friendshi e cheer; O’ a’ roads to pleasure that ever were tried, There’s nane half so sweet as ans’s ain fireside. abe ain a Hoseiila, ete, ~ sic Pa . BY CHARLES MACKAY, ESQ. Some love to roain o’er the dark sea’s foam, Where the shrill winds whistle free; But a chosen band in a mountain land, And a life in the woods for me. en morning beams o’er the mountain pereams, Oh! merrily forth we go, : To follow ‘the stag to his slippery crag, — And iret bounding-roe. Ho! ho! ho! ho! @ love to roum, ete. Some Love to Roam, — \ a The. hes we mark i in the forest dark, . And the prowling wolf we track; And for right good cheer, in the wild woods here, Oh! why should a hunter lack? = — For with steady aim at the bounding game, And hearts that fear no foe, To the darksome glade, in the forest shade, Oh! merrily forth we go. Ho! ho! ho! ane: Some love to roam, ete. ee eet Meme. —.t Peer. peg 3 ee a THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. 3 owner of the copyright. Music and words, 40 cents. Close your eyes, Lena, my darling, While I sing your lullaby, Fear thou no danger, Lena, Move not, dear Lena, my darling, For your brooder watches nigh you, Lena dear, Angels guide thee, Lena dear, my darling, Nothing evil can come near, Brightest flowers blow for thee, Darling sister, dear to-me. Go to sleep, go to sleep, my baby, my baby, my baby, Go to sleep, my baby, my baby, oh by, Go to sleep, Lena, sleep. Bright be de morning, my darling, Ven you ope your eyes, Sunbeams glow all around you, Lena, Peace be with thee, love, my darling, Blue and cloudless be the sky for Lena dear. Birds sing their bright songs for thee, my darling, Full of sweetest melody, Angels ever hover near, Darling sister, dear to me. Go to sleep, go to sleep, etc. oe Will the Dear Old Times Come Back Again? Copied by permission of S, Brarnarv’s Sons, Cleveland, owners of the copyright. Music and words, 35 Cents. Will the dear old times come back again? Have the dear old days forever flown? Shall I see the dear old place again, With the friends J] called my own? Sunny eyes and golden ringlets, In my faithful mem'ry still remain, Though the past seems far, so far away, Will the old times come again? CxoRuUS—Will the dear old times come back again, Have the dear old days forever flown? Shall I see the dear old. place again, With the friends I call my own? Will the dear old times come back again, Ere I stand upon the golden shore? Will my darling ones come back to me, Fondly smiling evermore? Just a little while to linger! Must I call upon the past in vain? Voices, softly calling, say to me, “Dear old times will come again.” LULLABY. ‘Copied by permission of F, W. Heimicx, 136 West 4th Street, Cincinnati, ( ( (CHoRUS.) ae When the Birds Have Gone to Sleep. Copied by permission of F. W. Hetmtor, 136 West 4th wee aariecsctie owner of the copyright. Music and words, 50 cents, X When the roses bud and blossom, By the rippling river side, Where they gently nod and listen, To the music of the tide, While the early stars are shining, In the far-off azure deep, x Come to meet me, dearest darling, When the birds have gone to sleep. CHorus—Come to meet me, dearest darling, Where the shadows softly creep, In the calm and peaceful twilight, When the birds have gone to sleep. How I long to hear you whisper All the story of our love, With nobody very near us, Save the leaflets up above, Sweetest words to thee addressing, Loving arms around me creep, Could we evermore thus linger, When the birds pare gone to sleep! (Cnonvs ) EASY COME, EASY GO! Published-by E. H. Hanprne, 229 Bowery, New York. Music and words, 10 cents. I’m one of those eccentric men Who canter on in life, A free and easy way is mine, As I have not a wife; When I’ve the ready, how it flies, They name me “ Reckless Joe,” All things with me so easy come, And just as easy go. CHorus—So easy come and easy go, Let that your motto be, So easy come and easy go, Tis just the thing for me, As many others in this world, I live upon my wits, And very often cut a dash Whenever luck permits; But whether I am flush of cash Or “hard up,” you may know I take things easy as they come, And let them easy go. (CHORUS.) For money I can never keep— I’m foolish you will say, ~ But always find the sun will shine, Upon a rainy day. Along the stream of life, my boys, So cheerfully I row, I care not if I sink or swim, But easy onward go. (CHORUS.) Then take things in a jolly style, And laugh away your woes, Like cunning pilgrim boil your peas, To save your tender toes. Tho’ winter nips the fragrant rose, In spring it smiles again, So thro’ life’s troubles easy come, And go without a pain. (CHORUS.)' Jenny Dang the Weaver. SIR ALEXANDER BOSWELL. At Willie’s wedding on the green, The lasses, bonnie witches, Were a’ dress’d out in aprons clean, And braw white Sunday mutches; Auld Maggie bade the lads tak’ tent, But Jock would not believe her; But soon the fool his folly kent, For Jenny dang the Weaver. And Jenny dang, Jenny dang, Jenny dang the Weaver; But soon the fool his folly kent, For Jenny dang the Weaver. At ilka country dance or reel, Wi’ her he would be bobbing; When she sat down—he sat down, And to her would be gabbing; Where’er she gaed baith butt and ben, The coof would never leave her; Aye kecklin’ like a clocking hen; But Jenny dang the Weaver. Jenny dang, ete. Quo’ he, ‘‘My lass, to speak my mind, In troth I needna swither; You’ve bonnie een, and if you’re kind, Pll never seek anither.” He humm’d and haw’d, the lass cried ‘“‘ Peugh!” And bade the coof no deave her; Syne snapt her fingers, lap and leugh, And dang the silly weaver. And Jenny dang, Jenny dang, Jenny dang the Weaver; Syne snapt her fingers, lap and leugh, And dang the silly Weaver. Parsee. Fd IRR a eT Ip ea Pg a I I Di So ae THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. Ne OT Oe Come Back to Our Cottage so Lonely. Copied by permission of Gro. W. Ricnarpson & Co., 256 Washington St., ton, owners of the copyright. Music and words, 35 cents, Come back to our cottage so lonely, Oh! why dost thou linger away? Bring joy to the heart that love only, Its darkness can turn into day; Down by the river I'll wait thee, Under the old willow tree, For ever I fondly am thinking, Ify darling, I’m longing for thee. Cuorvus— Longing for thee, yes, longing for thee, My darling, I’m longing for thee; Though parted, thou ever art near me, When I’m thinking or dreaming of thee, When shadows of twilight are falling So softly o’er woodland and lea, And birds to their loved ones are calling, I’m dreaming, my darling, of thee; Dreaming of tender caresses, Lavished so tender and free, And dreaming of fair golden tresses— My darling, I’m longing for thee. (CHOoRUS.) I bave grown weary, my darling, So weary with waiting in vain, Counting the hours of thine absence, And longing to see thee again; Never a day but thine image, Near me in fancy I see, For ever I fondly am thinking— My darling, I’m longing for thee. (CHORUS.) There’s Nae Luck About the House. BY JEAN ADAMS, And are ye sure the news is true? And are ye sure he’s weel? Is this a time to think o’ wark? Ye jauds, fling bye your wheel. Is this a time to think o’ wark, When Colin’s at the door? Rax me my cloak—lI’ll to the quay, And see him come ashore. For there’s nae luck about the house, There's nae luck at a’; There’s little pleasure in the house, When our gudeman’s awa’, And gi’e to me my biggonet, My bishops’ satin gown, For I maun tell the baillie’s wife That Colin’s come to town. My Turkey slippers maun gae on, My hose o’ pearl blue; Tis a’ to please my ain gudeman, For he’s baith leal and true. For there’s nae luck, ete. Rise up and mak’ a clean fireside; Put on the muckle pot; Gi’e little Kate her cotton gown, And Jock his Sunday coat; And mak’ their shoon as black as slaes, Their hose as white as snaw; It’s a’ to please my ain gudeman, For hes been lang awa’. For there’s nae luck, etc. There’s twa fat heus upon the bank, They’ve fed this month and mair; Mak’ haste and thraw their necks about, That Colin weel may fare; And spread the table neat and clean, Gar ilka thing look braw; ; For wha can tell how Colin fared, When he was far awa’. : For there’s nae luck, etc. _ Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech His breath like caller air; His very foot has music in’t, As he comes up the stair. And will I see his face again? And will I hear him speak? I’m downright dizzy wi’ the thought— In troth ’m like to greet. For there’s nae luck, etc. The cauld blasts:o’ the winter wind, That thirl’d through my heart, They’re a’ blown by, I ha’e bim safe, ‘Till death we’ll never part; But what puts parting in my head? It may be far awa’: The present moment is our ain, The neist we never saw. For there’s nae luck, etc. Since Colin’s weel, I'm weel content, I ha’e nae mair to crave; Could I but live to mak’ him blest, I’m blest aboon the lave; And will I see his face again? And will I hear him speak? I'm downright dizzy wi’ the thought-— In troth, I’m like to greet. For there’s nae luck, etc. HAPPY-GO-LUCKY AM I! Published by E. H. Harprne, rer nr New York. Music and words, cents. We never can tell what the weather will be— In this changeable climate of ours— In the morn a bright sun ina blue sky we see, In the afternoon probably show’rs; Time alone unfolds the curtain, But one satisfaction we gain, If raining, ’tis equally certain, *T will soon be sunshiny again. Cuorvus—That for care I’ve had my share Of trouble, I don’t deny, (not a bit of it,) Grief's a bore Vil fret no more, Happy-go-lucky am I! Now half of the troubles our fancies have rais'd, To maturity never arrivd, And much that in anticipation we prais’d, When it came was of pleasure depriv’d; All our enjoyments are fleeting, And naught so uncertain as wealth, Tho’ nothing so badly we’re treating, There’s nothing in value like health! (CHoRus.) Tis very unpleasant to find we’re in debt, For we're always in danger and doubt, It little avails like the starling to fret, And cry only, ‘I cannot get out.” Creditor ceases believing, Prospect of payment grows dim, But if one of the two must be grieving, I think I had better let him. (CHoRUus.) If you keep out of debt you can’t keep out of love. *No matter however you try, No heart that beat yet could impregnable prove To the arrows which Cupid lets fly. Merciless tyrant is Cupid, Though but a pigmy in size, His cleverest victim turns stupid, And loses the use of both eyes. (CHORUS.) : In love or in debt we should keep on at work, Although we’re not bound to succeed, : But with nothing to do when in debt and love too We'll have but a poor time indeed. Labor unceasing is galling, Laziness cannot be rest, : Whatever our station or calling, Keep moving, ’tis all for the best. (Cuorvs.) ae eae se Ea ae Pe ih ae RE THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. BRIGHT, BRIGHT WINE! _ Copied by permission of F. W. Hetmrcx, 136 West 4th Street, Cincinnati, owner of the copyright. Music and words, 50 cents. Wine, wine, bright, bright wine! Hearts fill with raptures! Hearts fill with raptures! Wine, winé, bright, bright wine! Dear love it captures With thoughts sublime! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Sparkling, sparkling, cheering wine! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Sparkling, sparkling wine! Then fill up the glass that we love, From love and wine care quickly flies! What clearer and dearer than wine? That drink that comes from the vine; It turns age to youth, Bring forth the truth, And makes my darling grow kind, With fond vows to bind Love tells its mind, With glances sparkling with fire! Wine, wine, bright, bright wine! Hearts fill with raptures! Hearts fill with raptures! Wine, wine, bright, bright wine! All is cheer, night is light, Day is here, eyes are bright, ( Naught is fear, wine is might, Wine has killed all care! ha! ha! Be Always Up and Doing, Boys! Published by E. H. Harprne, 229 Forays New York. Music and words, 0 ceuts. Life and its cares are a burden To those who hug closely the load, Stout hearts must shoulder the knapsack, And never look back on the road. Steer your course with care and caution, The deep river noiselessly rolls, To have health on your side is a blessing, The greatest that Dame Fortune doles. Cuorus—Let’s be up and doing, boys, Always up and doing, “ Forget, forgive,”’ your motto be, Always up and doing. Unfurl the old banner of duty, Advance at the word of command, ; To help on the faint heart be ready, And by a true friend ever stand. Esteem not a man for his learning, Throw Tory and Whig overboard, For work is the true stamp of merit, Be your man Peasant or Lord. (CHorvs.) Then fear not when old age steals over The work you’ve so happily done, Tis only by those who will labor, The battles of life may be won. Then waste not your days in repining, Tis useless regretting the past, But always be up and be doing, To honor and duty hold fast. (CHorvs.) or. Mister Hill, Pray, Be Still. Copied by permission of Ontver Ditson & Co., 4! ot eee street, Boston, owners of the copyright Mister Hill, pray, be still, Don’t worry me, sir; Such a man never can My lover be, sir. Ha, ha, ha, etc. ‘You men are so vain, so false, yet endearing; ae vows like the wind, whieh is constantly veering, : Ha, , ha, ha, etc. ~~ Laughing eyes, smiles or sighs, Cooing like the dove, sir; Vows or prayers, or winning airs, Ne’er can me move, sir. Ha, ha, ha, etc. Last night in the grove, there you proffered your love To Julia, invoking the bright orbs above. Ha, ha, ha, ete. Not quite yet, in your net, The bird have yeu caught, sir; Ne’er will I wedded be To a male coquette, sir. ‘ Ha, ha, ha, etc. Besides, 1’ve a secret profound to confide; To-morrow another will greet me his bride. Ha, ha, ha, etc. ———— Can You, Sweetheart, Keep a Secret? Copied ty permission of Gro. W. Ricnarpson & Co., 256 aeenos St, Boston, owners of the copyright. Words and music, 35 cents. Can you, sweetheart, keep a secret, If I whisper one to you? I will say it very softly, Can you, sweetheart, keep it true? Bend your head a little lower, Put aside each curling tress, For the words I'll gently whisper, And their meaning, can you guess? Cuorus—Can you, sweetheart, keep a secret, If I whisper one to you? I will say it very softly, Can you, sweetheart, keep it true? Do not turn away so shyly, For my passion you must know, Let me look into your face, love, Where the roses come and go. Let me look but once, my darling, In your eyes of deepest blue, Filled with love-light, warm and tender, And T’ll guess your secret, too. (CHORUS.) Ah! no longer ’tis a secret, For within those dewy eyes, Vailed by lashes long and silken, Only pure affection lies; Brighter than the stars of evening On my brow they seem to shine, And I fold my arms about you, Knowing you are wholly mine. (CHoRUS.) HIGHLAND MARY. HON. MRS. NORTON. I would I were the light fern growing Beneath my Highland Mary’s tread, I would I were the green tree throwing Its shadow o’er her gentle head! I would I were a wild-flower springing ‘ Where my sweet Mary loves to rest, That she might pluck me while she’s singing, And place me on her snowy breast! I would I were in yonder heaven A silver star, whose soft, dim light Would. rise to bless each summer even, And watch my Mary all the night! I would, beneath these small white fingers, I were the lute her breath has fanned— The gentle lute, whose soft note lingers As loth to leave her fairy hand! Ah, happy things! ye may not wander From Scotland to some darker sky, But ever live unchanging yonder, To happiness and Mary nigh! While I at midnight sadly weeping, Upon its deep transpareut blue Can only gaze while all are sleeping, And dream my ms watches too! Oo ALABAMA JOE. Copied by permission of O. Dirson & Co., 451 Washington street, Boston, owners of the copyright. A nigger in Alabama lived, dey used to call him Joe, . Dis nigger lived to be so old, his head war white as snow; Dis nigger, he was very rich, de poor ones liked him well, Dey used to go to de Alabama house, some stories for to tell. CHORUS. An’ strike de toe and heel, my Jass, an’ strike de heel an’ toe, Miss Phillis am a waiting ‘tor your Alabama Joe. Dis old nigger built a church, a minister he hired, Who stayed wid dem about four years, and quit ’cause he war tired; Deir minister good salary got, all dese niggers know, De money, it war paid to him by Alabama Joe. (CHORUS.) Dis made dese niggers all feel bad, to think he sarved him so, But de one de shock fell worst upon was Alabama Joe; In a few years after dis de good old nigger died, He left three niggers, all he had, and Miss Phillissy, his bride. (CHORUS. ) His money he did will away to Phillissy, his spouse, Which caused great disturbance at dis old nigger’s house; Miss Phillissy had him buried all under an old tree, And after dey had buried him, de niggers had a spree. (CHO.) A nigger in Virginia lived, who heard of old Joe’s death, And straight for Alabama steered, and never stopped for breath; He quick made love to Phillissy, who was a charming fair, Her eyes were bright as diamonds, and curly war her hair. (CHO.) Dis nigger war a fisherman, a fisherman ob old, A fishing he did go one night and caught a beautiful cold; Dis nigger lived in great harmony, and age did make him pine, For she was only twenty-three, and he war ninety-nine. (CHO.) Dis story dat I now relate, as a good old nigger said, He went one morning to deir house, and found dis couple dead; Now Miss Phillissy she is dead, old Joe he went before, De oder niggers hab gone, too, we shall see dem no more. (CHO.) No Irish Need Apply. Copied by permission of 8. Bratnarp & Co., Cleveland, owners of the copyright. I’m a simple Irish girl, And I’m looking for a place; I’ve felt the grip of poverty, But sure that’s no disgrace; *T will be long before I get one, Tho’ indeed it’s hard I try, For I read in each advertisement “No Irish need apply.” Alas! for my poor country, Which I never will deny, How they insult us when they write, “No Irish need apply.” Now I wonder what’s the reason, That the fortune-favored few Should throw on us that dirty slur, And treat us as they do; Sure they all know Paddy’s heart is warm, And willing is his hand; They rule us, yel we may not earn A living in their land. Oh, to their sister country, How can they bread deny, By sending forth this cruel line, “No Irish need apply?” Sure I did not do the like, When they anchored on our shore, For Irish hospitality There’s no need to deplore; And every door is open To the weary stranger still; Pat would give his last potato, yes, And give it with a will; Nor whisky, which he prizes so, In any case deny; — Then wherefore do they always write, | ts ‘No Trish a ers é THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. ~~ RRO Now what have they against us? Sure the world knows Paddy’s brave, For he’s helped to fight their battles, Both on land and on the wave; At the stormiug of Sebastopol, And beneath an Indian sky, Pat raised his head, tor their general said, “All Irish might apply.” Do you mind Lienicnant Massy, When he raised tue battle-ery? Then are they not ashamed to write, “No Irish need apply?” Then they can’t deny us genius, With ‘‘ Sheridan,” ‘‘ Tom Moore,” The late lamented ‘‘Cstherine Hays,” And Sam Lover to the fore; Altho’ they may laugh at our “Bulls,” They can not but admit That Pat is always sinsible, And has a ready wit. And if they ask for beauty, What can beat their nice black eye? Then is it not a shame to write, “No Irish need apply?” Och! the French must loudly crow, To find we’re slighted thus, For they can ne’er forget the blow That was dealt by one of us; If the Iron Duke of Wellington Had never drawn his sword, Faith, they might have ‘‘ Napoleon Sauce” With their beef, upon my word. They think now of their hero, dead; His name will never die; Where will they get another such, If ‘‘No Irish need apply?” Ah! but now I’m in the land Of the ‘Glorious ” and “Free,” And proud I am to own it, A country dear to me; I can see by your kind faces, That you will not deny A place in your hearts for Kathleen, And all Irish may apply. Then long may the Union flourish, And ever may it be A pattern to the world, And the ‘‘Home of Liberty!” JENNIE JUNE. Copied by permission of Firtu, Son & Co., 547 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyrig ‘ht. Did you see dear Jennie June, When the meadows were in tune, With the birds among the bowers In the sweet summer time? ‘You would love her I am sure, For her heart is warm and pure, And as guileless as the flowers In the sweet summer time. ‘ CHorUs—Dié you see dear Jennie June, When the meadows were in tune, With the birds among the bowers In the sweet summer time? All the robins cease their song, As she gayly speeds along, Just to listen to her singing Tn the sweet summer time. And her modest, beaming eyes Are the color of the skies, Many pleasant fancies bringing, In the sweet summer time, (CHORUS.) With my darling Jennie June, When the meadows are in tune, How I love to go a-roving, me While her presence seems to be ' Like a ray of light to me, ; For she’s ever fond and loving, = In the sweet summer time. (CHORUS.) ab . ie en “ ij 2 wl 3 THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. : . 7 | Ree 2 RRR Many Happy Returns of the Day. Published by E. H. Harprne, 229 Bowery, New York.’ Music and words, 1 0 cents. Merry words, merry words, ye come bursting around, Telling all that affection can say; ‘Tis the music of heart chords that dwells in the sound, “Many happy returns of the day.” The red cheek of the child is more rich in its glow, And the bright eye more swift in its ray, When his mates hail his birth, in their holiday mirth, And drink happy returns of the day. When his mates hail his birth in their holiday mirth, And drink happy returns of the day. But if ’midst the greetings there’s one that we miss, And that one was the dearest of all, ‘Tis then we feel lone in a moment like this, When our loudly hail’d birthday shall fall. What would we not give if the hour could restore The dear form that is far, far away, If the voice of the loved one could wish us once more “‘Many happy returns of the day.” If the voice of the loved one could wish us once more “Many happy returns of the day.” The old man may smile while he listens and feels, He hath little time longer to stay, Still he loveth to hear from the lips that are dear, “Many happy returns of the day.” Then a garland, a bumper, a dance and a feast, Let the natal tide come when it may, Be it autumn or spring a gay chorus we'll sing, “Many happy returns of the day.” Be it autumn or spring a gay chorus we'll sing, ‘Many happy returns of the day.” EG aay Bonnie Blue Flag. Copied by permission of 8, T. Gorpon, Music Publisher, New York, owner of the copyright. We are a band of patriots, ‘Who each leave home and friend, Our noble constitution And banner to defend; Our Capitol was threatened, And the cry rose near and far, To protect our country’s glorious flag, That glitters with many a star. Cxorus—Hurrah, hurrah, for the Union, boys, hurrah! Hurrah for our forefathers’ good old flag, That glitters with many a star. Much patience and forbearance The North has always shown, Toward her Southern brethren, Who had each way their own; But when we made our President, A man whom we desired, Their wrath was roused, they mounted guns, And on Fort Sumter fired. (CHorvs.) They forced the war upon us, For peaceful men are we, They steal our money, seize our forts, And then as cowards flee; False to their vows, and to the flag That once protected them, { They sought the Union to dissolve, Earth's noblest, brightest gem, (CHORUS.) LOGAN BRAES. BY JOHN MAYNE, “By Logan’s streams that rin sae deep, Fw’ aft wi’ glee I’ve herded sheep; _ Herded sheep, or gather’d slaes, Wi’ my dear lad, on Logan braes. But wae’s my heart! thae days are gane, And I, wi’ grief, may herd alane; While my dear lad maun face his faes, — _ Far, far frae me, an’ Logan braes. ase ‘ Nae mair at Logan kirk will he Atween the preachings meet wi’ me; Meet wi’ me, or when it’s mirk, Convoy me hame frae Logan kirk. I weel may sing thae days are gane— Frae kirk an’ fair I come alane, While my dear lad maun face his faes, ‘ Far, far frae me, an’ Logan braes!’ While for her love she thus did sigh, She saw a sodger passing by, Passing by wi’ scarlet claes, While sair she grat on Logan braes; Says he, ‘‘ What gars thee greet sae sair, What fills thy heart sae fw’ o’ care? Thae sporting lambs hae blythesome days, An’ playfu’ skip on Logan braes!” What can I do but weep and mourn? I fear my lad will ne’er return, Ne’er return to ease my waes, Will ne’er come hame to Logan braes.” Wi’ that he clasp’d her in bis arms, And said, “I’m free from war’s alarms; I now ha’e conquer’d a’ my faes; We'll happy live on Logan braes.”’ ae The Answer of Ben Bolt. Copied by permission of Lez & WatKer, Music Publishers, Philadelphia, owners of the copyright. Ah, yes, I remember that name with delight, Sweet Alice, so cherished and dear; I seek her bower in the pale hour of night, And moisten the turf with a tear; And there, when the heart is o’erburdened with woes, { wander and muse all alone, And long for the time when my head shall repose Where “sweet Alice lies under the stone.” ‘ I roam through the wood where so joyous we strayed, And recline on the green sunny hill; Ail things are as bright in that beautiful glade, But my heart is all lonely and chill. The hand that so fondly I pressed then in mine, And the lips that were melting in love, Are cold in the grave, and I’m left to repine, Till I meet with sweet Alice above. Ah, well I remember the school-house and brook, ‘‘ And the master so kind and so true,” The wild blooming flowers in the cool, shady nook, So fragrant with incense and dew. But I weep not for these, though so dear to my heart, Nor the friends that, have left us alone; The bosom will heave, and the tear-drops will start, For “sweet Alice lies under the stone.” OLD JESSY. Copied by permission of Lez & Wazxer, Music Publishers, Philadelphia, owners of the copyright. Old Jessy once was young like us,, Could hoe de cotton well; But now he’s passing away from us Like de dew-drop on de hill. Cuorus—Den pity poor old Jessy, And wipe de tear-drop from your eye, For Jessy’s gwine to leave us soon, And in de ground to lie, Old Jessy’s hair is gray and long, Like de moss upon de tree, And his teeth drop out ob de old jaw-bone, Oh, soon he will be free. (CHORUS.) Old Jessy can’t play de banjo, His fingers are stiff and sore; _ Dey tremble so de bones do crack, He’ll play no nebber more. (CHORUS. ). - He used to go out in de oyster boat, Far, far away from shore, : But he will nebber go out again, . Echo answers, nebber more. (CHORUS.) taf 7 =e * ve ne : or : en — - Sa eee te eee ee es 8 Pac NA eR sre Where Was Moses When the Light Went Out? Published by E. H, Harpine, wert pees New York. Music and words, cents, When but a child I used to go to bed at eight each night, ; The nurse girl used to frighten me when she put out the light, She’d talk of ghosts and goblins in a very awful way, She’d then put out the candle and to me she used to say: CHorus—‘‘ Where was Moses when the light went out? Where was Moses, what was he about? Now, my little man, tell me if you can, Where was Moses when the light went out?” Now Moses being my Christian name I used to feel afraid, And dreading something awful I for hours awake have laid; Sometimes I’d cry myself to sleep, but horrid things I dream’d, For naughty ghosts at my bedside glared at me while they scream’d: (CHORUS. ) Upon the nurse I split anil she was kindly asked to leave, But Moses Muggins married her for which we did not grieve. I met her in the street when she had just two days been wed, And didn’t she warm my jacket when I innocently said: (CHO.) Some twenty years passed by before I heard the phrase again, Alone with a young lady I was riding in the train; We rushed into a tunnel and when all was pitchy dark, My lively little lady friend gave vent to this remark: (CHO.) Now when once more the light of day we saw, to her I said, “ As you’ve ’waken’d up old memories you’re the girl I'd like to wed.” We're married now and six fine boys amuse us every night, And sing this jolly chorus when their Pa puts out the light. (Cwo.) ¢ I Know a Pair of Hazel Eyes. I know a pair of hazel eyes So tender and so bright, That I could sit a livelong day, And gaze upon their light. How would my heart impulsive beat If, when on mine they rove, Those hazel eyes should give to me A single look of love. I know a pair of rosy lips, Whose smile is so divine, That I would give the world to press Them fervently to mine. How would my soul dilate with joy If, when to speak they move, Those rosy lips should say to me A single word of love, I know a pair of snowy arms, And what delight were mine, If round my neck one fond embrace Those snowy arms should twine. The look, the word, the fond embrace, So dear to me would prove, That earth, enchanted, would appear A paradise of love, a The Miseries of Sneezing. Copied by pennies of Oxrver Dirson & Co., 451 Washington street, Boston, owners of the copyright. I’ve lots of trouble and pain through life, And ever am in hot water and strife! My nose has got such a queer disease, I’m almost dying for having to sneeze! Cxorus—And thus in trouble my life began, And now I am known as the sneezing man; And thus in trouble my life began, Oh, pity the nose of a sneezing man! When first a baby in nurse’s arms, _I went to meeting and caused alarm, : _ The people were roused from slumbering: ease, : By a that an infant sneeze! peers) ee THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. When next at seven I went to school, To study, to read and write by rule, I saw the children as thick as bees, But they scampered away when they heard me sneeze! (CHORUS. ) When next my frolicking days came round, A beautiful damsel soon I found, But as the maiden was just the cheese, She fainted away when she heard me sneeze! ‘ (CHO. ) ‘ T wish,” cried I, to my angel dear, © To tell of my love while kneeling here!” But though I was there on my bended knees, It couldn’t be done, for I had-to sneeze! (CHORUS.) The damsel screamed and fell to the floor, In agony wild her hair she tore! When turning I went like an autumn breeze, Skedaddling off with another sneeze. (CHORUS.) THE OLD GRENADIER. Published by E. H. Harvie, 229 Bowery, New York. Music and words, 10 cents, Cries William when just come from sea, * Does any one know my Annette? Oh, say, is she faithful to me? Alas, it is long since we met.” “* Yes, yes,” an old gossip replies, ** We all know her very well here, She has red lips and bonny black eyes, And she lives with her own Granny dear.” “ Granadier! did you say? did you say Granadier?’ “Yes, yes,” the old gossip replies: “ She lives with her old Granny dear, Oh dear! oh dear!” Annette flew to welcome him home, But he turn’d from the maid with disdain: * False girl, I suppose you are come To jeer me, and laugh at my pain; Since scandal hath blotted your name, I deem you unworthy a tear; I’ve been told by an elderly dame, That you live with your own Grenadier.” Quoth pretty Annette, ‘‘Do you dare To call me inconstant and frail? Beware, Master William, beware How you trump up an old woman’s tale; Tis true when such stories are told We should not believe half that we hear, Yet I own that my Granny is old, So I live with my own Granny dear.” ++ Jessie, the Flower o’ Dumblane. The sun has gone down on the lofty Ben Lomond, And left the red clouds to preside o’er the scene; While lonely [ stray in the calm summer gloaming, To muse on sweet Jessie, the flower 0’ Dumblane. How sweet is the brier, wi’ its soft foulding blossom, And sweet is the birck wi’ its mantle o’ green; Yet sweeter and fairer, and dear to this bosom Is lovely young Jessie, the flower o’ Dumblane, She’s as modest as any, and blithe as she’s bonnie, For guileless simplicity marks her its ain; And far be the villain, divested o’ feeling, ‘Who'd blight in its bloom the sweet flower o’ Dumblane. Sing on, thou sweet mavis, thy hymns to the evening, Thou’rt dear to the echoes 0’ Calderwood glen, So dear to this bosom, so artless and winning Is charming young Jessie, the flower o’ Dumblane. How lost were my days, till I met wi? my Jessie, The sports of the city seemed foolish and vain, I ne’er saw a nymph I could call my dear lassie, ; Till charmed wi’ sweet Jessie, the flower o’ Dumblane. Though mine was the station of loftiest grandeur, Amidst its profusion I'd languish in pain; And reckon as nothing the hight o’ its splendor, If wanting sweet ai the flower Q eeteee. con aman ama aan aan THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. — | ) | | ) \ | eee Se ECHOES. Copied by permission of S. Bramvarn’s Sons, Cleveland, owners of the Music and words, 30 cents. copyright. The birds were singing in the grove, Where playful echoes gayly rove Under the leafy trees; The flowers smiled ’mid fragrance sweet, To hear the echoes soft repeat The wild birds’ melodies, Echo, echo, Chasing the fairies gay, Echo, echo, Merrily dance and play $929. she turns her nose up at it. principle as this: (turning up nose with finger.) Cuonus—Some girls do, and some girls don’t, Some girls will, but my girl won’t; I tried very hard to see if she would, She said she really couldn't, And I don’t think she could, I took my love to see the play, ‘ As other fellahs do; And thought that she’d enjoy herself— She cried the whole night through. Aad when we reach’d the street again, Some oysters I proposed, But she said, ‘‘No, not me, young man!” Still turning up her nose. Spoxen—Up it went again at three dozen of the best Dutch To see a girl turn up her nose at two- pence a time. I said, “‘ Well, my love, if you won't have any sup- per, we will have a cab and go home.” nian, no four-wheel’d cabs for me at this time of night.” natives; just think of that. with such a man as me. me, you know, for— (CHORUS.) 3 - ” ~ A little maid came tripping by, To pick the flowers growing nigh, Singing, she passed along. Then came each laughing, fairy sprite, With voice so soft, and step so light, And stole away her song! Echo, echo, ete. We met one Sunday afternoon, For a day in Greenwich Park; And when we mounted ‘‘One Tree Hill,” We had, well, say a lark! Georgina said, ‘‘ You know, young man, Some girls prefer a stroll; Not me, when I’m in Greenwich Park, I dearly love a Poll!” I thou riick Well— Not long ago my uncle died And left me fifty pounds; As soon as I received the news, My joy it knew no bounds. I thought, “Well, I will marry now,” So I at once proposed; But when I mentioned the amount, Up went her lovely nose, Sroxen—The bad girl! she said she ought to have five hundred ght she would have jumped at Some Girls Do and Some Girls Don’t. Published by E. H. Harding, 229 Bowery, N.Y. Music and words, 10 cents. Of all the strangest girls on earth, I think my girl’s the one; ‘You know she has peculiar ways, And quite devoid of fun. She never sees a joke of mine, Whenever humor flows, But gives me a disdainful look, And quite turns up ber nose, Spoxen—Some girls like a little joke, you know, but mine don’t; I think she works it on the same Ske replied, ‘“‘No, young (CHOo.) SpoKEN—Now, there’s an extraordinary girl for you; of course I wanted to take her for a nice quiet lover’s walk in some shady lane, but she said, “‘She’d prefer a roll.” to her of love, romance and poetry, but no, she said, “She’d sooner have a good dinner,” Then I wanted to talk The Shoes My Daddy Wore! Copied by permission of E. H, Harprne, 229 Bowery, New York, owner Music and words, 10 cents. Just ’fore my daddy died, He call’d me to his bed, I knelt down by his side, And dis to me he said: ‘ Come take dese good old shoes, I can not give you more, I’ve had dem more dan fifteen years, On dis old Virginia shore.” For dese am de shoes my daddy wore! of the copyright. CHorus—Den watch me what I does, Wid dese old plantation shoes, For dese am de shoes my daddy wore. On ev’ry holiday Dese same old shoes I wear, And when I dance in dem, I make de white folks stare; When I have grown quite old, T’ll hang dem on de wall, And think of happy days dat’s gone, And those happy scenes recall, For dese am de shoes my daddy wore. Kiss Me, Darling, Ere We Sever. Copied by permission of Otiver Drrson & Co., 451 Washington street, Boston, owners of the copyright. Kiss me, darling, ere we sever, Ere I journey life’s bleak plain, For, on earth, I never, never, May behold thy face again. But thy smile so sweet and winning, And thy voice so soft and low, Still shall keep my heart from sinning, And my soul as pure as snow. I would linger, oh, how gladly, Iu thy much-loved presence yet, But each moment tells me sadly That ’tis better to forget, Not forget thy love and beauty, Nor thy kind and winsome ways, For no blighted hope nor duty Bids me cease to give them praise. But the hopes I long have cherished, Now like autumn leaves are sere, Like the flowers of spring they perished, In the springtime of their year. Naught is left me but to sever From the scene of all my pain; Kiss me, darling, for I never May behold thy face again. me MURMURING SEA. Murmuring sea! beautiful sea! How I love to list to thy melody, When the winds are still in thy rocky caves, And the sweet stars glance on thy purple waves; Tis then I dream of the distant land, Where I left a loving and joyous band; Oh, dearer than ever they seem to be, As I muse on the shore of the murmuring sea, Murmuring sea! beautiful sea! Oh, dearer than ever they seem to be, As we muse on the shore of the murmuring sea, The murmuring, murmuring sea. Murmuring sea! beautiful sea! Ino more shall sail o’er thy waters free, But 1 watch the ships as they fade from sight, And my fancy follows their trackless flight, Bounding away to their distant mart, To the land so dear to my lonely heart; Oh, dearer than ever it seems to be, As I muse on the shore of the murmurin; Murmuring sea! beautiful sea! ete. aki pa ik alee 10° 4 ROAR RRO RRR RRR Vee Cae a v EE tae RI arc RGA in Ate SR SPL NEED RON RA SDR GUS BRIBE DIRS SAAS CE THE SINGER'S LIBRARY, poo VoL ae i, Saad cure, - Better Late Than Never. Copied by permission of §. Braryarp’s Sons, Music Publishers, Cleveland, , owners ofthe copyright. Music and w: ords, 30 cents. If you have a deed to do, Though so long delaying, Wait no more for chance to come, From your purpose straying; Do it now, while yet you may, Lest you wait forever! And this saying bear in mind— “ Better late than never!” Stand not idle by the way, Waiting for some other day, But this precept bear in mind, ‘Better late than never!” CHorus—Stand not idly by the way, _ Waiting for some other day, But this precept bear in mind, “« Better late than never!” If indeed you would be true, Happy, wise and loving, Look for noble deeds to do, Each brief hour improving; Golden hours have passed away, Gone from life forever! Yet one chance is left to you, “Better late than never!” Stand not idle by the way, Waiting for some other day, But this precept bear in mind, “Better late than never!” (CHORUS.) / I Loved That Dear Old Flag the Best. Copied by permission of Lez & WatkErR, Music Publishers, Philadelphia, owners of the copyright. Look within my knapsack, you will find them there, Pictures of my mother, and of sister dear; Let me once more see them ere my life is past, Once more let me kiss them: it will be the last. Cuorus—I wept when I bade my mother adieu, My sister was clasped to my breast, And they knew that I loved them fondly and true, But I loved that dear old flag the best. Tell them very gently, when you’ve laid me low: Should it come too roughly, they would die I know; Tell them that at parting I did sigh for them; Tell them that in heaven we will meet again. (CHORUS.) Raise me while the twilight lingers o’er the plain, Let me see that old flag floating once again; Let me see ‘its bright Stars” gleaming in the sun, Let me see ‘its broad Stripes” ere the day isdone. (CHO.) When in death I’m sleeping, that old flag shall wave O’er our States United, and o’er treason’s grave; ' Peace and plenty smiling o’er each happy home, Bringing naught but gladness, in the days to come. (CuHO.) THE REGULAR CURE. a by permission of Lim & Waxter, Music Publishers, Philadelphia, owners of the copyright. Oh dear! oh my! how queer I feel, I don’t know what to do; For I’m in love with Polly Peel, Wot lives at number two. My heart goes bump, my legs go jump; Vm lost, I know, for sure; I shall dance till worn down to a stump, Ob! won’t that be a cure? : Cuorus—A cure, a cure, oh! yes, a cure, Twill be indeed a cure; 1 my hoppity kickity, high and low, - I dance around her day and night, And find I can not cease, But she's got another chap all right, And he’s in the police. His dress is blue, his letter’s Q, He treats me like a boor; His number it is onety-one, And he says that ’m a cure! CHorus—A cure, a cure, oh! yes, a cure, He says that I’m a cure; ete. IT went Miss Polly Peel to meet, But the man who’d brought the coal, Left wide the opening in the street, So I tumbled down the hole; As black as soot, poor me they put In water most impure, By way of giving me a wash— Now wasn’t that a cure? CHorus—A cure, a cure, oh! yes, a cure, Oh! wasn’t that a cure? ete. One day she gave me sich a smile, Oh! how my heart did beat; When, after walking near a mile, She asked me to stand treat. She broke a glass, and then did say, “This young man, so demure, The damage I have done, will pay;” Oh! wasn’t that a cure? Cuorus—A cure, a cure, oh! yes, a cure, Oh! wasn’t that a cure? etc. I told them I had got no cash; Said they, ‘ That’s rather odd; But as the glass has gone to smash, Why you must go to quod!” In vain'T said to ohety-one That I was awful poor; So I tipp’d for what I hadn’t done— My eye! that was a cure. Cuorus—A cure, a cure, oh! yes, a cure, Oh, yes, it was a cure, etc. Yow’ll ask me why it is my plan To dance and not be stopping; I was bit by a mad fiddler man, That’s why I keeps on hopping. But I have got no more to say That you could now endure, Except, before I dance away, That I’m a grateful cure. Cuorus—A cure, a cure, oh! yes, a cure, Iam a grateful cure, ete. Tis Midnight on the Stormy Deep. Copied by permission of Minter & Bracuam, Music Publishers, Baltimore, Md., owners of the copyright. Tis midnight on the stormy deep, ~ My solitary watch I keep, And think of her I left behind, And ask if she’s still true and kind. When I was forced to go away, How sweet a kiss she gave that day; With garlands fair my hat she dressed, And pressed me to her faithful breast. \ One moment more I pressed her hand, One moment more I leave the land; While life remains, while o'er the sea, I love, my lady, none but thee. The lady heard his voice again, Her gentle breast was filled with pain: But well she knew her lover true Was tat ae the ocean blue. : NN SSS en a ee SS eee — Beadle’s Half-Dime Singer's Library. ed Contents of No. 1. Angel Gabriel, Auld lang syne, A good time coming, Barbara Allan, Billy Larkin. Some, gang ‘awa’ wi’ me, vheer, ore cheer, * Clicquo : Co-ca-che-lunk, < eauaree whisky!” Call me when breakfast is ready, french and English, aay and happy, Hoather Jock, knew that I was dreaming, muse on thee, ‘ow’ve been a bad boy, es, Landlord, fill eos, flowing bowl, Land of my birth. rd Love me Gruber's boarding house, as rose, Molly. Bates Poor Jack, Pull down your vest, Put me in my little bed, Rose of Killarne: ey, Roll out! heave dat cotton, Shine vine Sharley, See that my teal kept green, Sweet by a Son a a ate, ee a in the mcon is looking, * "pwixt two stools aman goes to They all do i The railroad engineer's song, Che nightingale’s trill, fhey borrow, but never return, The butcher boy, The hazel dell, ree vacant chair, ‘om Bowl. the a miamieht bugle, tempest, The drunkard’s raggit wean! fwinkling stars, [he Marseilles pe Che old English squire, Tnder the a Py she’s sleeping, Vhoa, Emma oer version) Whoa, Emma (original version), Why can’t I have a beau? Waiting for p Papa, Who will care for mother now? Contents of No, 2. t eushla Fal mochree, or every man, éabylon is fallen, Beautiful Rose, Bitter beer, Beside the sweet Shannon. Captain Cuff, Gonstantinopl eee e ke et the musketeers Captain J Dandy Pat, Dandy barter J > Gentle Jennie Gra; George OGcmtgutine McKeown, dome a: Sees, Pee = ight smile pea me st rm looking at you now, i know when I’ve enough, Vm lonely since Tig ‘mother I'm a b’hoy, John Chinaman, Jimmy’s wooing, Limburger sheese, Hy vige iso awtaly Cin, vife is so awfw May the best man saa Norah, the pride of Kildare, One by one they crossed the rive Pull down the blind, aut dat ticklin’ me, “weet Vv ion of childhood, 1 we ever meet Single Picea petioes a fib, Lhe fields of home, ae anarch of the Cameron me atyié in nes it’s done, Ihe five neces pee ve, the merry The Bonegan font guard, The ao ksman’s chant, Take it, Bob, The heathen Chinee, The cork le eg, The soldier’s tear, The king’s a the SF The O’s fee The stea: The sbarkils ne solitaire, cle Tom’s fen and ee ao ing, to it an ot ne DigD of =f What x were all the war 2 without yee ana Me arasa every Baldy all valor, five cents each; i dosent, post-paid, to any address, on receipt of six cents per copy. : a & —— (Pubs: 275. FIFTY OR MORE Contents of No 3. A national song, noe Robin Hood, an. O’Lynn, Bi iy Grimes, the ert Cackle, cackle, cackle, Coaxing with a pene. Camptown race: aaa will settlé the bill, d-by, John, Goa bless the little church, etc. Hildebrandt Montrose, He isn’t as rich as he used to be, He was such a nice young man, Human nature, Hail to the chief, I do feel so awfully loose, cone. any such place? T’ll be watching for yea > ete. It’s naughty, but oe sierem my native Suanita, Tittle mn maid id of Arcadlee, Mary McGinnis, Mary of the wild moor, Massa’s inde cold und, 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 noes, pe sI may, Rel, white and Blue, Sing! lege ing! Spr Song of e idogmbsive, if of shille! we joe's eat other there? The Gainsboro’ hat, Terrance Muldoon, The fireman’s boy, The ee of ores The runaw: The roast beet fot fold England, The oe cit 2A! San quad! The boulevard The low back’d car, The Son are bondi’; The Yankee boy, The fighting dog, The brave old oak, The blarne ey When the flowers fall asleep, Wake! Dinah, wake. Why have my loved ones gone? Whisper it softly, Yankee ship, ‘ane’ a Yankee crew, Contents of No, 4. After SHEE eevee rest, A starry night fora ramble, Adventures of Robins: Auld Robin Gray, Broadway oe Bashful y: oun MA Blue- ‘eines violets, Bob Bi Down the ahahbercst lane she goes Darling old stick, “Fifth avenue George,” Few days. Faded. flowers, Good-by, Charlie, Good-by till Ts see you again, ia, on Crusoe, | Hail, Columb Home sarcee home, Hard In her i Tittle bed” we laid her, Tam waiting, Essie dear, “T cannot sing the old songs,” Johnny StL: Little green, oe Looking Lather tne aie: Mollie Brady, Nelly was a eer ont you pr pretty jue-eyed witch, ur DO, Old Rosin the Beau, | Over the left, Pop goes the weasel, Par excellence, anes sir the brake on when, etc. Rory OMdore, Rosa Lee, Ridin’ in’a railroad keer, stolening moselle, ighing with my girl, sta ing, gentle spring, Si a : angled banner, king of trumps, The ocean burial, The Brooklyn fire, The miller of the dee, The minute she at ict The oF hes: side of Jordan, oaken bucket which ung the well, The rollicking old ‘man, apere are mise yraiting for me, monks of old, The ine old eae sh gentleman, The ine old Dutch gentleman, e ine old Irish gentleman, a there’ ’3 nothing auéceeds like 5 ider and the fly, Veeete SONGS IN Contents of No. 5. Annie Laurie, A sailor’s life for me, Answer to Kate Kearney, A bit of my mind, A thousand a year, Buttercups and daisies, Bessy was a sailor’s bride, Battle of the ke; Be sure once t, etc. Be kind to thy father and mother, Come to the ole gum tree, Call her back and kiss her, Come where the moonbeams, etc. Don’t marry your mother-in-law, Fle a tI; it Afto; ow gently, swee' n, Fair Hosa belle, Good news trom home. Gentle Annie, Haunting eyes He led her to the altar, T’ll strike you with a feather, Isle of beauty, I never refuse, Jocky hat and feather, Jeannette and Jeannot, Jamie: Kitty Kimo, Kate Kearney, Lord Bateman and fair 7, My heart’s in the Highlands, My dear old mother, My eye and Betty Martin, No one to love, “Our laddie’s ‘ead, Jem,” Oh! I shall call dada, Rather too “heavy” for me, ae I dreamed, love, Say, bird of summer, Silver moonlight sea, a chow Piper Heldesick, er Ship a-h: Sword of Sunker Hill, Since Terry first joined the gang, “Strike the iron while it’s hot.” The star that leads to thee, The ole clock, Tilda Horn, Twas like a spirit’s sigh, ‘Twas rank and fame, ‘The answer, The way to be happy, The pirate’s serenade, The belle of the ball, The sweet. sunny smile, etc. Ten o’clock; or, remember, etc. The sea icing’ 3 burial, The old man’s got to go, To the love of my youth, ete. True blue, and seventy-two, Twent, oe ago, Uncle Ned Woodman, spare that tree, Contents of No. 6. “A lock of my mother’s hair,” Alas! my love’s away, Answer to a thousand a year, Away down East, ‘A life on the ocean wave, Ada, with the golden hair, Ben ‘Bolt, By the sad sea-waves, es eyes has that little maid- Base -ball,} Bose ball dreamer, Boy with the auburn hair, Clear the way, Castles in the air, eae mother, T’yé come home to Don't you dare to kiss me, Joe! Evangeline, Finigan’s wake, “Free and easy,” George, the charmer, Her pretty, ee face, want to go home to mamma! wish I was in Dixie’s land, ’ve only been down to the club, I really don’t think I shall marry, ae Barleycorn is a hero Keep on kissing me, Kic ae a man when he’s down; ae did. ae didn’t, Kind ana true. Lanigan’s ball, Muleahy’s home again, Miss Malony’s ball, My love is still the’ same, may little birds are we, Nelly oes Nelly Never rethina, never win: Over the mountain, Oh, merry hours! Poor June Poor ord fee ave, Roger O'Malley, Rock me to sleep, mother, eae stars are softly ‘gleam- Somat ‘of Blanche Alpen, Sweet long ago, » “The scam: ro The little blacksmith, The merriest girl that’s out, The dashing gay pen eeee? The female pee or Le love,” le Joe, torine, Walt ‘till the moonlight falls on the water, | Litt EACH ISSUE. Contents of No. 7. Annie of the vale, Awfully awful, America, American vocal melody, Bs in the surf, Bear it like a man, Crazy Jane. Come, maiden, with me Dat’s der kind ‘of mans I am, Dreaming and drifting, Every inch a sailor, Grease the griddle, birdie, Dar- He Knows how to do it I eae you’ll. be true to me, I hold. the winning hand, ae eee you in my pray- Jeremiah, blow the fire, Little diamond dewdrop, Like a Turk! mee: dear, I’m thinking of my ‘rotty aie, blonde, lage bells, magan, Never push a man because he’s going down the hill, Oh, George! beautiful George! On! ’'m going home, Pretty as a picture, “Pulling ard “against stream,” Pretty little primrose, Remember you have children of your own. Spooning on the sands, Speak to me, speak, Stick to your trade and be true, The belle of Rockaway, That’s the eee for me, boys, Taffy was a Welshman, ake this letter to my mother, The blonde that never dyes, Tassels on the boots, The big sunflower, The rollicking ae The Mulligan rk The blue and Take your oat a ap to your unclé, The old folks are ne, The little ones at home, The belle of Pleasure bay, Uncle Sam’s farm. Winter—sleigh-bell so What is home Wyithout’ z ‘mother, Wait for the wagon, Would you if you were me? Widow Machree, “the Contents of No. 8. Awfully fy, “ Ain’t you awful,” Brother’s fainting at the door, Bobbin’ around, one sit by my side, little dar- ling, Call me your darlt in, “Come Baok to tin Dot German band, Sh Ray old nigger ball, es up Good. lovely Lou, ie PY, Harekinh Pi Posed trace ginal rb aa "IL spe 0 you gladly in, I’m going home to Dixie, Isn’t he a darling? Jordan is a hard road to travel, Killarney, Eile Civae, le ee ‘cider, -de-da-de Micks, Minis Dear, pe the ang ae own, my ig 3! My gal, Hi My little write ‘ashore, Nobody’s darling but mine, pik ets Joe, Gay anes speak kindly to me, On the beach at Long Branch, “Oh wouid I were a Our captain's lone st words, One hundred Pat Roach voen! ne play, Schaky Gratrensteli, The finest police in the world! That’s the proper caper, The teetotal society, The candidate for 2 OU The one ing wido The little ones asleep) The cit boliceman, Tra-la-la, rge! The pelle of the day, The dear little shamrock, There is no harm in kissing, The Irish emigrant’s lament, The harp and i of Erin, Those dark e Up with the Tari in the morning, Uncle Pomp’ = ee ae Unhappy Jer Wait for the’ turn a the tide, Willie, we have missed yo! en the blossoms are white in the orch be! Brown comes rolling Would I were with thee, Young fellah, you’re too fresh, 28 Contents of No, 9. Brother, tell me of the battle, By de light of de moon, Balm of Gilead, Casey’s whisky, Come home, father, - Chickabiddy, Dear old words, Dermot Astore De ole corn mill, Ever rot thee, Eveni: al Fritz, wie Gohts all Zz, wie gehts alléyveil! Goo od i oF a Har! ear an angel ein; Hold the fort, T’ll meet you on Broadway, I miss thee so I wouldn’t iri could, Kiss me Ka ty Darl. irr Kafe ek oel K se ang Willie Gray, Kitty McGe Keep a heart f & little corner In your 8, ‘0 ne ona balcony, Lora Vale, My sweet Polyw Merit commands, SUCCESS, Ww own pare land, sweet Not before Pa, dear, F a h, let Tim rest, Pretty Jemima, don’t say no, Fiaying in the Shy girl; or, ) Du-da, da. She aso clerk ina ‘candy store, et, Dinkelspiel, Still I love thee, Shells of the ocean, The Hills of New ea The Pope he leads a happy 'iife, The girl on the wire, The bell goes a-ring for, etc. The old folks MS lov The bashful gir) The gallant bri; gade The ee that pons Tike me, The bird aie The diamond ring, The old farm house The old a ground, Up in a ballon, Uncle Ben, the Yankee, on Write to to m a nen darling, 1 pen the little birds are sing in the garden ! wh ary) pou tre tbe divil, When Jo! ny comes marching et? Will a mon climb a tree? Yeur pocket-book is your, ete. Contents of No. 10. A merry ed 1 again, Baby’s Pant Billy Jo! ene ball, Breeze of the night, Colleen Avarra, Coming home fi from the bal’ De goppel.oar: “ Doug! tender and true,” Dark-syed N Dutch onion ante, Down the river, Eilleen Allanna, E Pluribus Unum, Farewell song of Enoch Arden, From Madison to Union ste ’ ae a a Bomee nai Fahey ee such. 7 Piavrie waltzer! Her front name is ‘ Hannar,” Have you seen my sister? I’m the governor's son, It’s funny when you feel, etc. Tm ear tbee in sorrow, ete. ack’ Kissing. in the moonlight, Kiss me quick and go, f pitted sperecash py ail Ba Little Nannt Let me kiss him for his mother, Little Magele May, Minnie C! re aes Nay little Mollie Malone, Magee ay my at side, Pretty blue- See belle, Rather too old for me, Sues Jane, 4 rangers yet, She’s andeorne as a rose, The Hoolahan musketeers! The door al wehay our papers say,” e rl aoross the ae erman’s daughters The lake-side shore, The rave of Bonaparte, Three be! The ewfoundland dog, The lass that loves a sailor, Why don't at Ape, a i ‘ on me and see care T how fair she eogeed When Ww ae 5, a wil hore’ e's a Wilite'l roam no me : $ oer: Witiam Street ne long ago Beadle’ s Half: Dime Singer’ s Library. re ay Ce a Pi FIFTY OR MORE SONGS IN EACH ISSUE. : a Contents of No, 11. Contents of No 13. Contents of No. 15. Contents of No. 17. Contents of No, 19, . Mater O, Blue glass, A man’s aman for a’ that, Adream of love, Anything for Harry, \m Rasa : Allies a t Condi sit by my side, little, ete. | Afloat on the ocean, Be kind to each other, A merry-go-round, =a _ An answer to “grease the grid- | Come into the garden, Maud, Are thy dreams of me? Come sit thee down, Across the sea, >i dle, Birdie Darling, Colinette, A parody on Uncle Sam’s farm, | Comic Katee Darling, A year ago, Angels whisper, Charlie de Rogers, A wet sheet and a flowing sea, Cora Lee, Cool “ Burgundy Ben,” Baby mine; or, thesailor’s wife, | Do not heed her warning, Behind the scenes, Comic parody, Encore! Brig! t-eyed Little Nell of, ete. | Erin is my country, Bingen on the Rhine, Darling Jenny Bell, Every home has lost a darling, * Blind Orphan boy’s lament Farewell, darling, Call me not back from the echo- | Dot holly-tree oudt, Id offer thee this hand of mine ie Commence, you darkies all, He kissed her aide she kissed him, less shore, Give ’em string and let ’em went | It’s just what I might have ex 5 : Cushlamachree His deeds be forgotten, Cease thy weeping, sadden’d, etc. | Go it while you’re young, pected, i “Don’t forget the old folks,” Irish Molly, 0, Come sing to me again, Hoop de do di dum, Jersey Sam, _. Don’t make a noise or else, etc., | Ithink of old Ireland wherever | Come where my love lies, etc., “JT don’t have to.” | Kissing thro’ the fence, Darby M’Guire, I go, Cruiskeen lawn, Ihave something sweet to tell Kind relations, Eileen Mavrone, I thought she was an angel, Dare-devil Dick, Fors | Lenda pete hand, ma . Farewell, Kathleen, It’s just my gene Do a good turn when you can, I have no mother, now, | Little Cherry Blossom, bed os Quess what itis you canhave it, | | wish he would decide, mamma, | Do they miss me at home? T’ll bet you’d like to know. | Louis Renouf, 7 Happy are we to-night, I want to go home, Ettie May, I’m dancing mad, Maggie, darling, I am coming, T’ll meet you in the park, Kiss me! would you, Get your head above the crowd! | I wandered by the brookside, Mary of Argyle, ’ Teare not how fortune may vary | “ Keep studying,” ‘ Give me the girl that is tender | John Jones, Maria Jones, Juliana Phebiana Constantina | Limerick races, and true! Just look at that, just look at | Meet me by moonlight, Brown, My rattling mare and I Happy little violets, 8, Nothing else to do, Live in my heart and pay no, ete. | Never go back on your friend, Harp of the wild wind, Kathleen Mavourneen, Och! Paddy, is it yerself? R Let me dream again, Oh! Susannah, He had such taking ways, Lillie Bell, : Oft in the still; . : “fk My fan, Our grandfathers’ days, I wish I was in Dixie, No. 2, Little Katy, or hot corn, Oh, God, preserve the mariner, “4 ' New England, Oh, Barney avourneen, { will let | “Mollie eT Little Mollie Brown, Oh, wouldn’t you like to know? oh Nora M’Shane, you in, My mother’s Bible, Eg Aileen, Old Unele Edward, Oh! Erin, my country, Polly Perkins of Washington, ete | Nora darling, My dearest heart, Over on the other shore. Old Grimes, “Rival frogs,” Oh, whistle and I’ll come to you, | My love, he is a sailleur boy, Paddy on the canal, Oh, see dat angel band, St. Patrick’s day, Poor child of the drunkard, My mother dear, Poor old maids, Over the river, Sometimes, Ring tne bell, watchman, Nancy Lee Rat-catcher’s daughter, Obey! obey! obey! She tossed her curls at me, Soda water, Nancy Bell, or old pine tree, Rose-Marie, Oh! Joe, Sweet love, when you are near, | Something to love me, Near the little cottage door, Roll on, silver moon, Oh ye tears, Still so gently o’er me stealing, | Sparking in the winter, Oh! Marigold, Rustic Mary, Put by for a rainy day, See that my nose is kept red, Tapioca, : Oh! the sea, the sea, Sammy pay the bill-sticker, ‘Rambling thro’ the town, The rollicking Irishman, Take them away, they’ll drive | Oh: scorn not thy brother, She’s bright as the morning star. Say one little prayerin your, etc, | The swell of the day, me crazy! One more glass before we’re | Sweet Dolly Boone! Gers She’s a wink and a smile that | The black Hussars, Teddy O’Neale, parting, “The calibar,” charms me! The hat my father wore, “The royal blue,” Our boyhood days, The gambler’s wife, Stand by the poor, That’s where you make the,etc. | The moonbeam is kissing the, etc | Our fatheriand, The haunted stream, Silver treads among the gold, | The Gipsy’s warning, The farmer's boy, | Parody on “to the west!” ‘The ingle side, She suits me, down to the ground The Italian guinea-pig boy, The young recruit, Perhaps The ivy green, The lone fish-ball, Toss the Turk, The RY. side of life, Poor little Flo., The land of dreams, The big bonanza, The modern belle, Thady O’Flinn, Pretty Jane, | The lily of the west, True to the core, The American boy, The Indian hunter, She frow’d a kiss at me, The Rose of Allandale, The post-boy’s song, The Irish jaunting car, That soft, sweet waltz, et aT Sarah Jane, The spade, boys, the spade, “The thin man,” The dearest spot of earth, The Indian warrior’s grave, Sweet Matilda Brown, The tail iv me coat, : The good cigar, Tapping at the den gate, The mother’s prayer, The death of Annie Laurie, ‘The two orphans. \ on The convivial man, The land of St. Patrick forever, | The blue Juniata, The fireman’s victory, The woman that lives next door, : The buckles on her shoes, The Waterford boys, The little old woman, The fireman’s death, The yellow coin, “That gal o’ mine.” Then you’ll remember me, The way my daddy went} The grave of Lily Dale, They don’t wish me at home, ‘ The tar’s farewell, The kiss in the street, Too late to go to church, The girl Lleft behind me, Thou art gone from my gaze, The boys of Kilkenny, The dear little damsel, Tramp! tramp! tramp! The home of the heart, Tis midnight hour, The last rose of summer, The harp that once thro’ Tara’s | Under the Starlight The old we jug, Two orphans; or, the Brooklyn The age of progress, halls, Unfurl the glorious banner, The promenade elastique, fire, ; The emigrant’s farewell, ’Tis home where’er the heart is, | Washington, star of the West, The quilting party, Umbrella courtship, t Upside down, The dying Californian, We all get jolly as the night, ete. | The alles rose of Texas, Uncle Gabriel, ¥ Virginia Belle, Thou hast wounded the spirit, We miss thee at home, To the west, When I saw sweet Nellie home, en these old clothes were new | “The colored waiters,” We were boys and girls together, | Vilikins and his Dinah! When the swallows homeward Who’ll have me? The Dutch drum major, en my ship comes in, Waiting for the May, fly, When I took our Nance to church | Vive la Bacchanal, en you wash a nigger white, | What other name than thine, | Willyou meet melittle loved ete - We’d better bide a wee, We met by chance, What the old cock sparrow, said, mother, Will you love me then as now? We stand here united, Yankee doodle, When the milk goes around, When the good times come again | Writéto me over the water, love, “Yes, or no,” “You’ll sometimes think of me.” | Whoa, Charley, While the gas is burning. Young ladies, listen to me. Contents of No, 12. Contents of No. 14. Contents of No. 16. Contents of No. 18. Contents of No. 20. A warrior bold, All’s for the best, Alice Gray, Ain’t I glad to get out of the | Absence and return, Ask me not why; or, the daughter | All round my hat, A national song, wilderness? A dollar or two, of the regiment, Brace up, Annie, dear, good-by, Answer of Katy Darling, A mother’s love! wily. Barlow, Cottage by the sea, A national song, Autumn leaves, Angel of my dreams “ Billiards and pool,” Don’t let the roses listen, A twilight fancy, Ben Fisher and wife, A warning to you lads who wan + Comin’ thro’ the rye, Don’t be angry, mother, Barney O’Hea, Bitter and mild, to go to sea, » peaore in the dreamy waltz, Every household has its angel, Banks of the old Mohawk, broken-hearted Tom, the lover, | Beautiful world, : Dot leedle sofa, Five o’clock in the morning, Belle Brandon, Columbia rules the sea, | Be kind to the loved ones, + ; _ Gum-tree canoe, Fill the cup, all jolly fellows, Bonnie Jamie, Could’st thou but read this heart | Better late than never, wes” Glad to get home, Grandmother told me so, Bold privateer, of mine, | Be watchful and beware; 01 * : Gal from the South, In this beautiful land of my, etc. | Bonny Jean, Daylight is on the sea, | “seek not to know the future, Give over, John, I'd rather be a violet, Comrades, touch the elbow, De ingia-rubber nig, | Blue-eyed Mary, Glory haily, hallelujah; or, the | I’m sure that I could do it, Come to me quickly, my darling, | Don’t you ery so, Norah, Darling | Call me pét names, John Brown Song, Iam not angry, Darling Nelly Moore, Evening song to the Virgin, at | Charity. abe, Davy. I'd be a Gipsy, Darling Rosabel, sea, | Come, sing me asong, little May. “Happy dreams of you,” Idreamed my boy was home, ete | Dear little colleen, Good-by, little Katie | Cupid and Venus, * Hip, hurrah! hip, hurrah! I’m o’er young to marry yet, Down by the old mill stream, Have I not been kind to thee? | DiflaBurn, Inever loved before. Jenny Brown and I, Fancy little step, : Iam a freeman, | Don’t you'tell my father, “Tm what you call a military | Johny was a shoemaker, Follow the drum, Ilove my love, t Down among the daisies, ‘ : man,” Look before capita) Give me a grip of your hand, I’m not myself at all, Down the Burn, Davy, love, oe Judge not a man by his cloth- ea the old cat die! Heather Dale I’m the boy that’s bound to blaze | Dumbarton’s bonnie dell, ing, songs ong ago, T’d choose to be a daisy, Iput my arm around her waist; | Eating peanuts. Janet’s choice, My old Kentucky home, ete. T'll be a rambler no more, I’ve been roaming o’er the, ete.’ | Flirting on the Mall, _.. Johnny Sands, My poor dog Tray, I'll wait at the gate for thee, Jane Monroe, Gentle Nettie Moore, ae,” “Tittle mountain daisy,” Maggie’s secret, I'll bang my harp on a, ete. Jolly Jack the rover, In der sdreed py-und-py, 7 i Little Rosebud, Married soon we'll be, In this wheat by and by, Kate was once a little girl, In the days when I was hard up a” mys Love among the roses, My fil with the calico dress, Indian hunter, oe Tyrrell, I should Tike to. ¢ nde Love’s chidings. My home in ones Is that mother bending o’er me? | Look out for stormy wedder! Is it anybody’s business? ‘ ’ Meet me at the lane, Never desert a friend, I shouldn’t like to tell, Maud Adair and I, | Iwish Twas, My father sould charcoal, Old dog Tray, Johnny is gone for a soldier, Man the life-boat, John Anderson, my Jo, John. ei son alate Old dog we No. 2. Linda’s gone to Baltimore, Moses Solomon, Johnny, don’t wriggle the baby. y latest captivation, One sweet little wish, darling, Listen, dear Fanny, My ain fireside, Last week I took a wife, ; No letter yet for me, Oh! take me to thy heart again, | Life is like a game of see-saw. My boyhooa’s home, | My whisky-red nose, ees - Nosmoking allowed, Our toast! Look always on the sunny side, My pretty Yorkshire lass, | Napolitaine. et Pe ~ Old Noah, He did build an ark, Red, white and blue, Mabel Clare, My Pyles something new, | No married yet, 4 Fee Oh! I’se so wicked! Row, row, brothers, row, Minnie Moore, ees Ossian’s serenade, ne ie Pull slow and Bice, boys, See if I’d get mad, Must we then meet as strangers? | O’Brien, keep off the grass! Out in the green fields, Pray, have you a letter for | Star of the twilight, My dark-eyed Southern queen, Oh, kiss, but never tell, | Patriots true and boid, Ma «Sia me? Sea waves, My grandmother’s advice, “Oh! Peter.” | Perhaps she’s on the railway, Dare ere = Bevelry of the dying, She reigns alone, My heart’s in old Ireland, Poor and gay. | Pretty Kitty May, - Song of the butterfly, Stuffed goose, Nancy Fat, Preity little Mary, or, chuck,etc. Sambo, I have missed you, 1 tia ' She’s a gal o’ mine, pepuing at the window, Oh, send me one flower from, ete | Sally, my darling, Senorita Luz, eal os . The moss trooper, The ribbon of blue, Old K. ¥. Ky., Somebody’s courting somebody, Since Danny went on the stage, The rocky road to Dublin There’s magic in your kiss, Old sideling hill, Song of the farmer. Speak+the truth. The hero of the ring! The farmer's daughter, Or any other gal, Sparking Sunday night, Squire Jones’s daughter, 4 aa ho, The Canadian boat song, Pat Malloy, Stand by the flag, Sunshine of my heart! patie 7 Sane ight in the window, The Glendy Burk, Remembered still, Sweet the song of birds, | “Take home a fry in a, Dox!” 7 at There are friends that we never | They say I’m ae, tough man! | Somebody is waiting for some- | Terry O'Reilly, The boarding house over the orget, The farmer sat in his easy-chair, dy, The ashing U.S. marines’ march cove, , ‘The fairy queen, The battle-cry of freedom, Song of the sexton, The farmer’s boy, | The child’s wish, “ ane rock of liberty, The Carbineer, Sweet Evelina, The gold digger’s lament, The chorister, ie 2 .The belle of the avenue, We'd better be happy than rich) | The agony column, The little low room where I| The dying boy’s request, : Meteo = She ards of Killarny, We all are growing old, The old cabin home, courted my wife, The gay cavalier, rect The three black crows, What the papers say, The unfortunate tailor, The old kirk-yard, The grave of Uncle True, Uncle Sam is brave and free, What will Mrs. Grundy say? The scientific frog, The storm! The ladies’ mile, = ecan’t do without the merry | What are the wild waves saying? | The old brown cot, The vagabond : The May queen, . chink, chink, chink! We can’t agree, The American girl, Time alone will prove, The musical wife, ; What makes ’em wiggle so? We are growtng old together, Uncle Tim, the tgper, Tom Brown, The poor little fisherman's girl, Wearing of the green, é Willie’s on the dark blue sea, Weep, EOMDEy, ep True blue is the color for me, “The reprieve,” : 2 . We are out on the ocean sail- | We are coming, sister Mary, Weare all so fond of kissing, Will you love me just a little? Twilight dews, n ng, - : We'llhave a little danceto-night, | When Charley’s in the box, Would I were a boy again, ‘are the wild waves saying? Where the water-lilies grow, ys. : When the roses bloom, Would I were a girl again, Who’s coming out for amiduigks We will hold our own, ~ | You've Veen a friend to'me, Will mother know me in the sky | You may look, but you mustn’t | ramble, ; 5 Winking at me, — You are an awful tease! Zekel and Hulda, { touch, William of the ferry é ._ +. Bold by all newsdealers, five cents each; or sent, post-paid, to any address, on receipt of six cents per copy. Las : "BEADLE & ADAMS, Publishors,.93 William Strect. N.Y. © ser She seen Beadle’s Half Dime ae Library. Contents of No. 21. Annie Lisle, ee sweet Bessie, the maid o Courting n Connecticut Deare: oT ‘ 4 "Deed Thas to laugh,” oe the kage you can, Fairy Dell, Far, far upon the sea, eed Hallie, attie Lee, He doeth all things well, cannot call her mother *m standing by thy grave, etc, Jane O'Malley, deer ord 8 of blue, Lai ing eye: al is car darling pride, ion Marion’s song, eee me by the running brook, ellie, Not for gold, carry me home to die, On} Siiber silber cate moon, Oh! spare the old homestead, Old homestead, One summer day at Rockaway, “Pretty as a chromo, Riding oma rail, rgeant McGee, of the N.Y. M.P, She is not fair to outward view, nee a enna un: lays will come n, That pnabanud of mine,” The carrier dove, The cottage of my mother, The female auctioneer, The indignant polly wog, The maniac, The miller’s maid, The olden days, The old mountain tree The song my eet Paved tosing, The strawber! ae tick! tick! eee of corn, e, Tas ‘off the gas at the meter, enGeN. the flowers as white as what ihe little lips are saying, en the orerne: shades, etc. When we meet to part no more, When you and I were boys, Where are the friends? n ros art thou now, my, etc. ane don’t the men propose? Will nobody marry me ws oo een for my, ete. Contents of No, 22, As I sat by my hearth, Billy pera Bonnie Dun: Carry on the ‘eaxne old ene Cl’ar de road, I’se com! Come down to the dell, Come, Willie dear, I’m weep- ing, Dear ‘old friends Dear mother, I'll come home poley J Jones, Down among the cane-brakes, Fairy Belle, Grandmother’s frock, Ho! gondolier, awake! How shall I watch thy coming! Tl paddle my own canoe. I’m leaving thee, my mother e, Maggie, the pride of the vale, ay, Mullaiy, x go muzzle your dog, ay own mountain home, \y cares i ie vt poor, No, thank you, Ima jolly Sadhaloe, old Tronsides, Over the summer sea, Sailor-boy’s ae dream, , Puss among the daisies, p on Son of the haymakers, Spirit voice of Belle Brandon, Take this message Rekee en of Washington, The pie i Fah porn. me, The lad from Lancas. The mountaineer’s rarewalll The messenger bi not Tie igh wind tig e, in pike cones wi PN ge ‘alone, The old satete nia, The Seat ng ago, lo The snow storm, ” The watcher, Sea is} somebody waiting for What is home without a sister? Whe is waving ‘Anni a Why chime the bells so mer- os willie, my brave. Sed al ean, some oh ae, pst tommy ar on recap oi eth pr copy. ; FIFTY OR MORE SONGS IN EACH ISSUE. Contents of No. 23. Aaron Glaices, A glass of cold water for me, A ride I once was taking, At the animal fair, Au revoir, Fritzy, Beautiful Venice, Because I am a cook, Come when the stars are shining Rye with me kindly, by the Bet ee Parewell old cott Hush-a-by bahy, I love my native land, I’m one of the boys, you know, Jane Melissa, Jennie is waiting for me, Julianna Johnson, Katie’s se Kitty Wells. Let us is haste to the vale, Uitte # Ela, Lizzie dies to-night, Mary’s welcome home, Massa sound is sleeping, Mother I have hi weet music My canoe is on the Ohio, M ae house, my dear happy Near t the banks of that lone river Oh, don’t you Peper time Oh} take me back to meee On’ Coney Island Beach, Our Union, right or wrong, Paddy Bo: Boghree, Rover Mary’s escape, volutionary times, alee de Reet Roy Neill Senatah G-w She’s black, Dut that’s no matter She’s dreaming of the angels, ae thee, eats Take me rome to die, The anchor’s weighed, The evening gun, The happy Switzer, The Mormon’s lament, aie oe man ain’t himself no The roi stage coach, The reefer’s song, The sleighing glee, The star of my home, The western trapper’s camp son, Tread softly, the angels are call- ing, two South Car‘lina nigs, ‘Way down in Cairo, Will youlist to me, Nellie? Contents of No. 24, Barcarolle, ny Eloise, Brightly o' er lake and shore, Eine rays of early morning, he lone river side, Come down by the silvery brook, lov" Come, merry pas in winter, Come up, comra: Come where the. “orange trees bloom! Ella Leene, Ellen Bayne, Farewel , Lilly dear, Farewell, sweet mother, Fresh drinks, Good-by, Linda, love, Hard times come again no more Happy be thy dreams, Home ae friends, hada aac ’m a ped ’m the ueen Tor the village, ’m thinking of thee, Ellie, prize this. ittle tress, see her still in my dreams, Jeanie with the lig! t brown hair Jenny’s coming o’er the green, Jennie with her bonnie blue e’e, sree of Kinlock, ae ear, Little Seas Dow, Lone Tonk es me, One re hi ome one to love me Old Simon, the hot corn man, “Once upon a time, ees , you’re the stuff!” Padd ae alon “Parted trom ‘our dear ones,” Scenes that are brightest She laughed behind her fant) She wept her life away, Silent evening, Silvery Paldnieat moon, Some one to love, The dream is past, pe girls are not so green, lorious reformers, The fight it of other days, The little Srogpeas ower, The lone starry hours, The long, long, weary day, The mecting of the waters, The whiny the sea, the open sea, The wild rose, The Zingarina, cae ae me, love, in your dre: mist but a little faded flower, Twas only one short year ago, Viva L’America, We'll meet in heaven, father, What fairylike nrusic, Words to Yemempber. Contents of No. 25. All broke up, Am I not fondly thine own? Beautiful Italy, Black-Eyed Susan, Bonnie few moon, Bright moonlight sea, Charley is my darling, Dar am honey on dese lips, De boss ob Delaware, Dot liddle white-waszed shanty, Do they think of me at home? Do you remember, Tom? Down at de barbecue, Gentle Bessie Gray, Give de ole folks a P chance, Hannah’s at the window, Hark! the vesper hymn, Hope told a flattering fale, Z preetne once more my native - aream of my mother, I’m in love, "8 £0 bashful, at we've tasted, pee aed oodeniahts a mother, issing throug ie List! to the convent bane Making love on a starry night, Miller’s song, Mine own, My country’ 8 fl Ags stars, My heart and lu’ My mountain honte, Nancy Till, Nettie is no more, Not a star from oot flag, Oh, boys, carry m Oa Ob, ene | me not ankind. bin, Once TmOre. aa On the ba: of the & beautiful river, Silence and tea’ bells, aha of Kitty hee eaving of the lead, The negro boatman’s song, “iThere’s a rainbow the clouds,” There’s a sigh in the heart, There’s a sweet face at the, Win- dow, Till aie roses wake again, "Tis true, dear heart, ‘we're fad- ‘Widow Malone, Woman's resolution. Contents of No. 26. After me! A maiden’s prayer, Annie o’ the banks 0’ Dee, Another sweet face in the cradle, A sweat’ song-bird was eR be oo and braes o’ bonn Be quiet, do, I’1l call my mother, Blow your own trumpet, Blue-e iS Bounding billows, Burial « 45 Sir John Moore, Cl’ar de kitchen, Come along, do, Come, come away, Dance, boatman, dance, Dick Murphy from T. C, 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. ens that I dwelt in marble rit be no submissive wife, T’ll see him just once more, I’m not such an ugly man, Jamie’s on the stormy sea, ae with the sweet brown Kind Word can never die, =e me, but don’t say good- ier ao me, little treasure, Tite enante lue, Little Nell 5 Mary Blan Must the tect tie that bound us broken? heart is full of love for hee. ¥ heart ts true ‘1 E Tralee,” oral e pear! 9 a Parade of the guay Cher = ae er nto sualight, Rouse. ey muha te The ces sitar of ¢ Shandon, ‘he bowld sojer boy, The captain, The Sats Ler gat bally e da, a) ase- The deur Tri a0 DOY, The east side of town; handsome ane horn of chase ee The old sch oe The ee knock, eee When t athe teas ee singing a Contents No, 27. site eee. Daisybeau, 2 Bob Haken the shoemaker, Bright rosy morning, Buy a broom, Charge the can cheerily, Come back, massa, come back, De Rhemish rifle pand, “Eureka!” Far from the hearthstone, Flirting in the starlight, § For you we are pray ng A home From our home the loved are « Bey a kiss to me!” Golden hours, High ee Hunti I do no} rateh alone, I love the merry sunshine, Tl have your number! or I'll never have her back again! Pll tell He eC I’m a forester I’m the ladies’ pee ideal, I’m weary, 50 eee It’s nice ibe a father, Jack Ratlin. Katie Bell, "8 ae -by, Love me little, Nove me long, ie circles, Make me no gaudy chaplet, My Emma Louise, Be a vas so awfully sheal- Nelly c ‘arey, shall Saas a uniform, Ole gray o0se, oor Jac Since James put on high col- Somebody's waiting for some- Song ot the old bell, Sweets pease: and to Zone guns, ae ae tack, e 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 hunt ork Yo! heave, ho! You’ll forgive me then. bri No. 28. Byelodan ‘0-1 er Charming Rios Bess, Come, oh, come with nie, © Comme ii faut, Dear heart, we're growing old, De Flip-flaj nigs, Did you eer call me darling? Don’t drink my boy to-night, Down peer surging sea, Dream, baby, dream, Dream of the dance, Dwelling with the angels, Fannie Gaffer Grey. Gentle Annie Ray, Hoop-de-doo-den-doo, n the wild chamois’ track, ao coming spre #0 die, 's very aggravating! will stand by mi friend, ola this Bib! le near your — heai Listening on the aoe Limberger schee res ae frlendship still are Major “itajolien Many a time and oft, Moonlight starlight, daylight, Morn on the me: Mother wane paw me, Nigger, ut down dat jug. is my darling Fiream: ee Oh, sing to me those dear old one e Christ tmas-t: Rocked in the ee ata of the Roses Pie alo’ p dat kn weet boy an irl, switzer’s song of home, fake back the heart, The ebony swell, the Kcillayney Fusileers, The landsman’s so: The sorrowful pad: ry, The stars and ee rhe oa a The sunny hours of childhood, They Bays ‘hing at never die, ze et money makes the mare gol Fe 8. Twi Ul neber ‘do to to gib it up| PO; the way, a Werry t pa atl =e rretrbat ny more, | ie _ Miyaot aot weep Rep tee ricer = er come? — Wouldn't y yeu like to know? fa