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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1363, Bry BEADLE AND COMI’ANY, In the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States, for the Southern District of New Yors. } © 6 Z 3} H Z fy H Zz © Q Lost Rosabel, - avourneen, ~ Near the banks of that lone river, - '}| Oh, if I had some one to love me, | Oh, take me back to Tennessee, - Oh, whistle and [ll come to you, seventeen re Rage * ; : : ; : | : : i Co et wm SO Or Co BEADLE'S DIME SONG BOOK No. 8. Annie of the Vale, Copied by permission of Frrru, Ponp & Co,, Music Publishers, 547 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. The young stars are glowing, Their clear light bestowing, Their radiance fills the calm, clear summer night ; Come forth like a fairy, So blithesome and airy, And ramble in their soft and mystic light. CHORUS. Come, come, come! love, come ! Come, ere the night-torches pale; Oh! come in thy beauty, Thou marvel of duty, Dear Annie, dear Annie of the Vale. The world we inherit Is charmed by thy spirit, As radiant as the mild, warm summer ray; The watch-dog is snarling, For fear, Annie, darling, His beautiful young friend I’d steal away ! Cuorvus.—Come, come, come, ete. Old Black Joe, Copied by permission of Frrtx, Ponp & Co., Music Publishers, 547 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright. d Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay, Gone are my friends from the cotton-fields away, Gone from the earth toa better Jand L know— L hear their gentle voices calling “Old: Black Joe.” CHORUS. I’m coming, ’m coming, for my head is bending low; [ hear those gentle voices calling ‘“‘ Old Black Joe.” Why do I weep. when my heart should feel no pain? Why do I sigh that my friends come not again? Grieving for forms now. departed long ago? I hear their gentle voices calling ‘‘ Old Black Joe.” Where are the hearts once so happy and so free? The children so dear that I held upon my knee ? Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go— L hear their gentle voices calling “ Old Black Joe.” Row, Row Your Boat. Copied by permission of Firru, Ponp & Co., Music Publishers, 547 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright. Down by the river our log hut stands, Where father and mother once dwelt, And the old door-latch that was worn by our hands, And the church where in prayer we knelt; Years, years have passed since that happy time, But the river keeps rolling along, And the rippling sound on the mossy bank, Is singing the same old song. Row, row, row, your boat, gently down the stream ; All that’s past is gone, you know, the future’s but a dream There stands the tree we used to climb, And-the mill with the rolling din, And the old wharf-boat, there it used to float, Where the school-boys used to swim. High grass grows on the master’s grave, And the river keeps rolling along, And the birds and the bees, the blossoms, the trees, Are singing the same old song. sai SES I'm Going Home to Dixie. Copied A pamaission of Firta, Ponp, & Co,, Music Publiahers, Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. There is a land where cotton, grows, A land where milk and honey flows, I'm going home to Dixie—yes, I am going home. CHORUS. TPve got no time to tarry, Pve got no time to stay, Tis a rocky road ‘to travel, To Dixie, far away. I will climb up the highest hill, And sing your praise with right good will, I'm going home to Dixie—yes, I am going home, Tve wandered far, both to and fro, But Dixie’s heaven here below, T'm going home to Dixie—yes, I am going home. Oh, list to what I’ve got to say, Freedom to me ‘will never pay! I'm going home to Dixie—yes, I am going home. A shadow and a phantom frail, The mighty truth—it must. prevail, (m_ going home to Dixie—yes, Iam going home. xn Dixie land the fields do bloom, and colored men have welcome room, l'm going home ‘to. Dixie—yes, I am going home. I will proclaim it loud and long, I love old Dixie, right or wrong, Tm going home to Dixie—yes, I am going home. 8 ~ Come, Maiden, with Me Come, maiden, with me, o’er the silvery sea, My bark is impatiently waiting for thee; ‘The bright stars are smiling to see thee appear, And the light waves are dancing to welcome thee here. Cool zephyrs are wooing thy ringlets to come, And wanton with them on our own ocean-home; Where the sea-birds shall wake thee when danger is near, And their gambols shall teach thee to laugh at thy fear. — CHORUS. Ah, come, maiden, with me, o’er the silvery sea, My bark is impatiently waiting for thee ; The bright stars are smiling to see thee appear, And the light waves are dancing to welcome thee here. And when o’er the ~vaves we are bounding along, Ere the land disappears, thou shalt warble a song Of farewell to the scenes we leave joyless behind, Whose sort notes shall swell on the wings of the wind ; And its burden shail be, as it floats on the breeze, Of beauty and fove, and a life on the seas ; Then hasten, dear maid, o’er the star-lighted sea, My proud bark stall bear thee to freedom with me. CHORUS. Ah, come, maiden, with me, o’er the silvery sea, My bark is impatiently waiting for thee ; : The bright stars are smiling to see thee appear, And the light waves are dancing to welcome thee here. SR Kitty Wells. Copied by permission of S. T. Gorpon., Music Publisher, 706 Broadway, N. Y., owner of the copyright. You ask what makes this darkie weep, Why he like others am not gay ; What makes the tear flow down his cheek, From, early morn till close of day. My story, darkies, you shall hear, For in my memory fresh it dwells; *T will cause you all to drop a tear On the grave of my sweet Kitty Wells CHORUS. While the birds were singing in the morning, And the myrtle and the ivy were in bloom, And the sun on the hill was a dawning, It was then we laid her in the tomb. IT never shall forget the day, That we together roamed the dells ; I kissed her cheek and named the day That I should marry Kitty Wells. But death came in my cabin door, And took from me my joy and pride, And when I found she was no more, Then I laid my banjo down and cried. I often wish that I was dead, And laid beside her in the tomb; The sorrow that bows down my head, Is silent in the mid-night gloom. The spring-time has no charms for me, Though flowers are blooming in the dells, For that bright form I do not see, Tis the form of my sweet Kitty Wells. am 10 Lizzie Dies To-Night, Copied by permission of Horace Warsrs, Music Publisher, 481 Broadway, N. Y., owner of the copyright. *T was hard, our parting, mother, dear, It gave you untold pain, But hope was strong within our ‘hearts, That we should meet again; There's health upon my cheek once more, And in my eye new light— *T will all be quench’d in ocean’s gloom, For Lizzie dies to-night; i Lizzie dies to-night, mother, Lizzie dies to-night. T’ve been so happy, mother, dear, When brightest summer smiled; The friends who love me far away, Have guarded well your child; They’ve brought me almost back again, To you and home’s delight— But I will never see you more, For Lizzie. dies to-night. Pm,thinking, mother, of the time When little Willie died ; We laid him down with bursting hearts, My father’s tomb beside; Twas then you feared my tender form Would vanish from the light— But, ali! my grave is neath the wave, For Lizzie dies to-night. I know you're dreaming, mother, dear, Of all these dangers past; Perhaps you'll never know how hard Death came to me at last; Im almost in your arms again, ' God make your burden light— I never more can cheer your heart, For Lizzie dies to night. i he Katie’s Secret, F Copied by oe of Horack Waters, Music Publisher, 481 Broadway, N. Y., owner of the copyright. The sunlight is beautiful, mother, { And sweetly the flowers bloom ‘to-day, And birds in the branches of hawthorn, Are caroling ever so gay ; And down by the rock in the meadow, The rill ripples by with a song; And, mother, I too have been singing, The merriest all the day long. Last night I was weeping, dear mother, Last night I was weeping alone; The world was so dark and so dreary, My heart it grew heayy as stone; I thought of the lonely and loveless, All lonely and loveless was I; I scarcely could tell why it was, mother, But, oh, I was wishing to die. Last night Iwas weeping, dear mother, But Willie came down by the gate, And whispered: “Come out in the moonlight, T’ve something to say to you, Kate.” Oh, mother, to him T am dearer Than all in the wide world besides He told me so out in the moonlight, And called me his darling, his bride. So now I will gather my roses, And twine in my long, braided hair; Then Willie will come in the evening, And smile when he sees me so fair; And out in the moonlight we'll wander, Way down by the old hawthorn tree— Oh, mother, I wonder if any Were ever so happy as we. 12 The Western Trapper’s Camp Song. Copied by permission of Firta, Ponp & Co., Music Publishers, : 547 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. Come away! come away! to the bright, blooming West, Where the hand of the hunter is free ! With the sky for our roof, on the prairie we'll rest, Come away ! o’er the broad open lea! Through tlié dark wood we'll range to the river’s green rim, ; And our snares all so slyly we'll set, And we'll watch, o’er the water, the brown otter skim, Or the beaver all shining as jet! There the moonbeams are mild, There the forests are wild, Come away, boys ! away, come away! Where the perfume of flowers Bedecks nature’s bowers, - And the sunshine is gladsome and gay! When morning’s gray beams drive our wary game back, . Still so cheerily forth we will go! And the rifle shall ring on the bounding doe’s track, Midst our wide-sounding, shrill tally-ho ! And our fleet-footed steed will hasten his speed, As we follow the trail of the roe, Nor falter his pace, while yet there is need, As we still shout the blithe tally-ho' And we'll sing, brothers, sing! - We're abroad on the wing | And our hearts are as blithesome as May ; We are free, boys! as free ’ As the wide, open sea! Come away! to the West! come away we cet lee a par pened gle Fy FR i Pe 7 ert im et gs ie 18 Down by the River Side. Copied by permission of Firtx, Ponp &.Co., Music Publishers, 847 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. Full many years have ‘past and gone, How quickly did they glide, Since you and I, at early dawn, Met by the river side} "Twas there our love we fondly vow’d, "Twas there when first my bride, We silent hid us from the crowd, Down by the river side. ; In summer's eve We've wanderd oft, Our children by the hand, And @eck’d with flowers their ringlets soft, Or watch’d them on the strand 5 Our children now are far away, Some in the churchyard hide, Yet you and I are left to stray, Down by the river side. The hand of time hath oe’r our brow Sprinkled its chilling snow, Our steps are weak, we totter now, The bright waves onward flow; But as we gaze upon the stream, I love thee still with pride, As dear in age as youthful dream Down by the river side. oO websted abatement k sashes tetas ad M4 Oh take me back to Tenmessee, Copied by permission of Firru, Porp & Co., Music Publishers, 647 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright, Oh, take tne back to Tennessee, To my dear home once more ; Where the river runs so merrily, Down by the cabin door. And when I see those fields again, How happy I shall be, To hear the darkies’ welcome song, Dear land of Tennessee. CHORDS. Oh! f can never here remain, There is no joy for me ; This land I'l] leave, and back again Pit go to Tennessee. Poor Nelly, she will ery with joy, And call me by my name | She loved me when.a little boy, And loves me still the same. The birds’ will sing their merry songs, I think I hear them still ; The robin and the jay are there, And the lonely whippowil.—(Caoras.) There is no joyous music now, To glad my listening ear ; The banjo’s happy tone is mute, No dear old songs I hear. Oh! I will never here remain, _ No pleasure now I see; Farewell! I must go back again To dear old Tennessce.—(Caorvs,) * 15 Sighing For Thee, Copied,by permission of Frrru, Ponp & Co., Music Publishers, 547 Broadway N. Y., owners of the copyright. Lonely I lie ‘neath the sad drooping willow, List’ning to zephyrs gladsome and free ; Gazing afar on the wild tossing billow, Sighing for thee, sighing for thee.. Starlight is. streaming o’er forest and mountain, Echoes are lost in the silence of eve, Sweet fairies trip it by streamlet and fountain, Love's tendrils weave—Love’s tendril’s weave. CHORUS. Ah! tonely I lie ‘neath the sad drooping willow, List’ning to zephyrs gladsome and free ; Gazing afar oe’r the wild tossing billow, Sighing for thee, sighing for thee. Lovely wert thou as a seraph immortal, Fleeting thy course asa meteor bright ; Angels awaited thee over death’s portal Beaming with light, beaming with light, Life hath no charms for the sad and forsaken Fondly I turn, yes, I turn to thy home; Hearts that love truly though sunder { shall waken Never to roam—neyer to roam. CHORUS. Ah! lonely I lie ‘neath the sad dreoping willow, List’ning to zephyrs gladsome and free; Gazing afar o’er the wild tossing villow, Sighing for thee, sighing for thee; NS 16 —_—_- Near the Banks of that Lone River, Copied by permission of BuackMAR & Company, Music Pub- tishers, New Orleans, . owners of the copyright. Near the banks of that lone river, Where the water lilies grow, Breathed the fairest flower thatever Bloomed and faded, years ago ; How we met and loved and parted, None on earth can ever know, Nor how poor and gentle-hearted, Beamed the mourned one, years aga CHORUS. Near the banks of that lone river, Where the water lilies grow, Breathed the fairest flower that ever Bloomed and faded, long ago. Like the stream with lilies laden, Will life’s future current: flow, Till in heaven I meet the maiden, Fondly. cherished, years ago ; Hearts that love like mine forget: not, They’re the same in weal or woe, And that star of memory set not, In the grave of years ago. CHORUS. Near the banks of that lone river, Where the water lilies grow, Breathed the fa‘vest flower that ever Bloomed and faded, long. ago. So 17 She Wept her Life Away. Copied by permission of H. B. DopswortH, Music Publisher, 6 Astor Place, N, Y., owner of the copyright. We loved ‘her as our own, poor child, As through the weary years We nursed her life with constant care, And kissed her silent tears ; She strove to seem contented while We cheered her through the day, But when alone at night, poor child, She wept her life away. CHORUS, She wept her life away, She wept her life away, But when alone at night, poor child, She wept her life away. She died when summer came, poor child, The child we could not save, And hardly mourning that she slept, We laid her in the grave ; She never could forget the day Her sainted mother died, They could not live apart, poor child, They slumber side by side. CHORUS, She wept her life away, She wept her life away, But when alone at night, poor child, She wept her life away. = a 18 Farewell, Lilly Dear. Lilly dear, it grieves me, The tale I have to tell; Old massa sends me roaming, So, Lilly, fare you well! Qh, fare you well, my true love, Farewell, old Tennessee; Then let me weep for you, love, But do not weep for me. CHORUS. Farewell forever to old Tennessee, Farewell forever to old Tennessee; Farewell, my Lilly dear, don’t weep for me, Farewell, my Lilly dear, don’t weep for me, T’s gwine to roam the wide world In lands lve never hoed, With nothing but my banjo To cheer me on. the road; For when I’m sad and weary, Tll make the banjo play, To mind me of my true love, When I am far away. (CHorvs.) I wake up in the morning, And walk out on the farm; Oh, Lilly am a darling— She take me by the arm; We wander through the clover Down by the river side, I tell her that I love her, And she must be my’ bride. (Corvus) Oh, Lilly dear, ’tis mournful To leave you here alone, You'll smile before I leave you, And weep when I am gone; The sun can never shine, love, So bright for you and me, As when I worked beside you, In good old Tennessee. (Cnorvs.) natal, PRUEDUR IS ao ss RHA ED Dees Nae a Aa Ae Wh nat CED Re lat Rs se : + 19 Viva L'America, roadway, New York, owners of the copyright. Noble Republi¢! happiest of lands, | Foremost of nations, Columbia stands: Freedom's proud banner floats in. the skies, } Where shouts of liberty daiiy a ixe; “United we stand, divided we fall,” Union forever, freedom. to all, vorvs.—Throtghont the world our motto shall be, Viva L’ America, home of the free, Should ever traitor rise in the land, Cursed be his homestead, withered his hands; Shame be his'memory, scorn be his fot, ixile his heritage, his name.a blot! * United we stand, divided we fall,” Granting a home and freedom to all. To all her heroes, justice and fame, To all her foes, a traitor’s foul name: Our “Stripes and Stars”? still proudly shall wave, Emblem of liberty, flag of the brave ; ‘United we stand, divided we fall,” Gladly we'll die at our country’s call, | Ella Lieene, Copied eo of Frrtu, Pony & Co., Masic Publishers. 547 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright. She was fair as the beams of morning; As sweet and as fragile as the rose ; And she whispered‘ “ By-and-by plant sweet flowers O’et the grave where Ella takes repose ; When I sleep it the dark, gloomy shadows That hide in the silence of the tomb, As oft you wander where I’m resting, 5 You will find hope is written in their bloom.” CHORUS. When the sweet wind was sighiny gently, Sighing through the pine boughs so fragrant and green, There we gathered, in tears, by the bedside Of our darling, our darling Alla Leene. Her voice, that was sweeter than the musi¢ Of the summer that sings in plaintive strain, Is hashed in our household forever . Here we never more sball hear again; She is gone like the blossoms of the morning, Which the night-wind has shaken to the ground; But she blooms where the fragrance of the dowers ” Contec of Firta, Pony & Co., Masic Publishers, | § Ever shed sweetest odors around. } I 20 The Girls are not so Green. Copied by Os troubnns of. eee Watrns, Music Publisher, roadway, N. ¥., owner of the copyright, One little word I’ve tried to speak, Yet never could for choking, Although I’ve practiced half the week, Oh, dear, ’tis so provoking ! Tm very sure shé understands, The word I Jong to utter, For she has felt my trembling hand, And séen my bosom flutter, CHORUS. Oh no, the girls are not so green, Your suit you're sure to gain it, But you must tell them what you mean, And niany times explain it. T’ve often vowed to spoil their fun, They so delight in- teasing, But never wedding any one; However sweet and pleasing. They will not understand, althowh You hint so very near it, And when you plainly tell them so They wish again to tell you.—(Caorvs.) But I will go and try my luck, And boldly pop the question, For sure the word so long has stuck, It ruins my digestion ; And if she dees not comprehend, Again my suit I’ll press, sir; She’ll understand me in the end, And blushing say, oh, ves, sir!—(CHorus.) See eke Seep oe enc = 21 The Lone Starry Hours, Oh, the lone starry hours give me, love, When still is the beautiful night ; When the round, latighing moon I see, love, Peep through the clouds, silver-white ; When no winds through the low woods sweep, love, And I gaze on some bright rising stat ; When the world is in dream and sleep, love. Ch, wake, while I-totich my guitar, CHORUS. When no winds through the low woods sweep, love, And I gaze on some bright rising star ; |} When the world is in dream and sleep, love, Oh, wake, while I touch my guitar. Till the red rosy. morn grows bright, love, Far away o’er the distant sea, Till the stars cease their gentle light, love, Will FE wait for a welcome from thee; And oh, if that pleasure is mine, love, We will wander together afar ; My heart shall be thine, thine, my love, Then wake; while I touch my guitar, CHORUS. And oh, if that pleasure is mine, love, We will wander together afar ; My heart shall be thine, thine, my love, Then wake, while I touch my guitar. 7 22 Home and Friends, Ccpied by permission of Firtn, Ponn & Co., Music Publishers, 64. Broadway, N. ¥., owners of the copyright. sky, . As the day with its twilight ends, How I sigh for thee as I’m sitting all alone, - When I think of my home and my friends ; For still do I dream of the many, many days That came like a charm to me then, And my heart would break if I thought thou couldst forget, Should I live to behold thee again. When the sun goes down, in the silence uf the night, Oh, my heart how it sighs for home! Yet still I would stay in my solitude away, Ifa change o’er thy spirit should come. For all that I prize is thy merry, merry laugh, And my fate on thy friendship depends, For my heart would break if my land thou*wouldst forsake, Should I greet thee at home with my friends. Though the day be bright and as cheerful as of old, I rejoice not to share its light ; For my heart is sad in its loneliness away, Be it day or the solitude of night. But oh, it is sweet, with a sorrow in my heart, To pause as the stars descend, And to think.of thee in a region far away, As the pride of my heart, and a friend. When the sun goes down, and the blue from out the. 23 Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair, | Copied by permission of Firtu, Ponp & Co., Music Publishers, 547 Broadway N. Y., owners of the copyright. I dream of Jeanie with the light-brown hair, Borne on a vapor on the summer air; I see her tripping where the bright streams play, Happy as the daisies that dance ‘on her way. Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour ; Many were the blithe birds that warbled them o’er ; Oh, I dream of Jeanie with the light-brown hair, Floating like a vapor on the soft summer air. I long for Jeanie with the gay dawn’s:smile, Radiant in gladness, warm with winning guile; I hear her melodies, like joys gone by, Sighing round my heart o’er the fond hopes that die ;— Sighing like the night-wind, and sobbing like the rain— Wailing for the lost one that comes not again : Oh, I long for Jeanie, and my heart bows low, Never more to.find her where the bright waters flow. I sign for Jeanie, but her light form strayed Far from the fond hearts round her native glade ; Her smiles have vanished, and her sweet.songs flown, Flitting like the dreams:that have cheered us and gone. Now the nodding wild flowers may wither on the shore While her gentle fingers will cull them no more ; Qh, I sigh for Jeanie with the light-brown hair, Floating like a vapor on the soft summer gir. 24 Ellen Bayne. Copied by permission of Friern, Ponp & Co., Music Publishers, 647 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. Soft be thy slumbers, Rude cares depart, Visions in numbers Cheer: thy young heart; Dream on: while bright hours And fond hopes remain, a Blooming like smiling bow’rs, For thee, Ellen Bayne. CHORUS. Gentle slumbers o'er thee glide, Dreams of beauty ’round thee bide, While I linger by thy side, Sweet Ellen Bayne. = oa Dream not in anguish, . Dream not in fear, : Love shall. not languish, Fond ones are near; Sleeping or waking, - In pleasure or pain, Loving hearts shall: beat for thee, Sweet Ellen Bayne.—(Cuorvs.) Scenes that have vanished, Smile on thee now, Pleasures once banished, Play ’round thy brow; Forms long departed, Greet thee again, Soothing thy dreaming heart, Sweet Ellen Bayne.—(CHorvs.) = ae ‘i SS ee ee i) Ow Tis but a Little Faded Flower, _- Copied by permission of Firta, Ponp & Co., Music Publishers, a 547 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyiight. Tis but a little faded flower, But oh, how fondly dear; *T will bring me back one golden hour, Through many a weary year; J I may not to the world impart The secret of its power, But treasured in my inmost heart, I keep my faded flower. CHORUS. Tis but a little faded flower, But oh, how fondly dear; *T will bring me back one golden hogr, Through many a weary year. Where is the heart that doth not keep, Within its inmost core, Some fond remembrance, hidden deep, Of days that are no more? Who hath not saved some trifling thing, More prized than jewels rare ? A faded flower, a broken ring, A tress of golden hair? CHORUS. Tis but a little faded flower, a. But oh, how fondly dear; + ’T will bring me back one golden hour, Through many a weary year. 7 26 Good-By, Linda Love, Copied per tias of Fern, Porn & Co., Music Publishers, 7 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. "Twas down in Alabama State, Our little hut alone did stand; A wife, and little darkies eight, Composed our happy, happy band. We neber can forget, my lub, De happy hour when fust we met, Your voice was softer dan de dove, Your lips was sweeter, sweeter yet. CHORUS. Good-by, good-by, Linda lub! Oh! Linda, fare you well; My massa say Ise getting old, Dis darkey he must sell. I’member well dat happy morn, ‘When Linda say ’twas me she lub; Dis darkey shellin’ massa’s corn, And she a washing at de tub! I tink wid joy upon de day, ‘When her and I was both made one; I feel like ’coon in summer day, A sleeping dare, in de warm sun.—Cuorvs.) We've watch’d de little gals and boys, A running o’er de fields so green, A happier day of sweeter joys, Dis poor old darkey neber seen. A long farewell, my Linda dear, Our happiness am now all o’er! Come, Linda lub, den dry your tear ; You'll neber, neber sée me more.—(CHoRUs.) —— 27 By the Lone River Side. By the lone river side, at the merry eventide, Sweet Lilly and I used to stray ; With a form of artless grace, and, a ty smiling face, She shed o’er each heart a happy ray: Qh! when I remember those happy, happy days, And I think of my companions in each dell, I bow my head in sorrow and regret the coming morrow, For it brings not my pretty Lilly Belle. CHORUS. I bow my head in sorrow and regret. the coming _ mnorrow, For it brings not my pretty Lilly Belle. Down where the cypress grows, where the rives gently flows, They’ve laid my love so pure and fair, But high up in the skies from all earthly woes.and ties, Dwells the spirit.of my darling, free from care. But, ah! when recollections of this dear one fill my brain, The death-blow of my fond hopes and my knell, I to her grave repair, and in anguish drop.a tear, A. tear on the grave of Lilly Belle. CHORUS. I bow my head in sorrow and regret the coming morrow, For it brings. not. my pretty Lilly Belle. SI | s s Kinlock of Kinlock, “epied by permission of Frrtu, Pond & Co., Musi¢ Publishers, 547 Broadway, N. Y., owners, of the copyright. ‘The cmall birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, The murmuring streamlet runs clear through the vale, The primroses blow in the dew of the morning, And wild, scattered cowslips bedeck the green dale. But what can give pleasure? or what can seem fair? When lingering the moments are numbered by care, No birds sweetly singing nor flowers gaily springing, Can soothe the sad bosom of joyless despair. The deed that I dared, could it merit their malice, A king and a father to place on his throne? His right are these hills, and his right are these valleys, Where the wild beasts find shelter, but I can find none. But ’tis not my sufferings, thus wretched, forlorn, My brave, gallant friends! ’tis your ruin I mourn; Your faith proved so true in hot, bloody trial— Alas! I can make it no better return. The Zingarina, Copied by permission of Firra, Pony & Co., Music Publishers, 547 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. Far from our mountains, roving away, Cheer me, oh, cheer me, with some old lay; In the shade resting, sweet Zingarina, Oh! let soft music gladden the scene. Sing me the song so dear in our childhood, While I beat time with my gay tambourine, Though doomed to wander over the world wide, I will not sorrow when by thy side. Like a bird warbling, sweet Zingarina, Thy lay hath cheered me through every scene; Oh, sing the song so dear in our childhood, While [ beat time with my gay tambourine. 29 Silvery Midnight Moon, Silvery midnight moon, Mother of all the bright staph; Follower of the day’s sun, Shine on, love watches afar. Tenderly sleep on the bank, Lovingly watch o’er the sea, Playfully cut up your pranks, Guard o’er my dearest and me. CHORUS. Silvery midnight moon, Mother of all the bright stars, Follower of the day’s sun, Shine on, love watches afar. Silvery thronelight moon, Nobler than e’en the bright sun, Cosily watching night’s noon, More light, thou say’st, I come, Foldingly clasped round the flowers, Stealingly list to loye’s glee, Timefully counting life’s hours, Smile on my dearest and me. Cuorus.—Silvery midnight, ete. Silvery gliding moon, Nestled ’mongst diamonds bright, Smilingly ride on thy throne, Cerulean queen of the night. Soothingly sleep on the mound, Cheerfully sparkle the sea, Joyfully musie resounds, Loye’s eyes are looking at thee. Cuorus.—Silvery midnight, ete. omen 30 ‘Tm the Queen of the Village, *Copied by permission of Frrru, Ponp & Co.,'Music Publishers, 547 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. I’m the Queen of the village, they say, And the star of each scene that is bright ; Tve a smile that allures every heart, And an eye that is beaming with light, Tam proud of my sway if ’tis true, But it is not o'er all I would reign : There is only one heart I can prize, And whose homage I'd seek, to retain. TP’m the Queen of the village, they say, With a step that is light as a fawn; Pye a form that the Sylphid might grace, And a glance that is soft as the dawn. Tam proud of the gifts, if tis true; For the sake of the one Lhold dear, For ’tis only when whispered by him, That it falls with delight on my ear: Happy be thy Dreams. Copied by.permission of WM. Hatt & Son, Music Publishers, 643 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright. Oh! happy, happy, happy, be thy dreams, Bright be the vision that before thee lies! Dream of the radiant hills and sunlit streams— Dreain of the bright and blue unclouded skies ! Sleep, for thy mother watches by thy side, O’er thee, unseen, the watchful spirits glide, Pure as the star that o’er thee mildly beams; Oh! happy, happy, happy be thy dreams! Oh! happy, happy be thy path in life, Long still thy mother’s tender love to share, Till heaven has called thee from this vale of strife. » And pure bliss succeeds to worldly care ; Then if the angels earthward turn their eyes, She willowatch-o’er thee from the radiant skies. Sleep, while yon star still o’er thee mildly beams ; Oh! happy, happy, happy be thy dreams! . ¢ y \ eee nega nr nntmeenmnm 81 . s ' _ |; What are the Wild Waves Saying ? iy Pavt. What are the wild waves saying, 4 Sister, the whole day long? That ever, amid our playing, J I hear but their low, lone song; Not by the sea-side only— There it sounds lund and free— But at night, when ’tis dark and lonely, In dreams it is still with me. From.nce. Brother, I hear no'singing! ’Tis but the rolling wav. Ever its lone course winging Over some ocean cive ; : ‘Tis but the noise of water . Dashing against the. shore, And the wind from some bleaker quarter, Mingling with its roar. Boru. No, no! it is something grsater, That speaks to the heart alone ; The voice of the great Creator Dwells in that mighty tone! 5 . T'd be a Gipsey. I'd be a gipsey, merry aud free, Roaiing aired ikea bird or a bee, Naught to control me, sportive and wild. All through the summer days free as achild. (Repsrar., What are the bright halls ef splendor and pleasure ? | What are the saloons of the brilliant and gay ? These can not render the life giving treasure That freedom and health to the rover convey. Cuorus.—I'd be a gipsey merry and free, - Roaming abroad uke a bird ora bee, Naught to contro! me, sportive and wild, — ; All through the summer days free as’a child. I’d be a gipsey ’neath the clear blue sky, Tinged by the stars that shine brightly on high, The turf for my pulow all the night long, And lulled to repose by t« mghtingale’s song. (Repgar.) Roaming all day wacre the merry band wanders, Telling the tales of the brave and the fur, Scorning the world and the wealth that it squanders, ‘With just coin enough to be free as the wr. i ge eae z ) t 82 I’d Rather be a Violet. Copied by permissiou of Firta Ponp, & Co. Music Publishers, 647 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. Id rather be a violet, Born in the month of May, Warmed by the gentle sunbeams, When every thing is gay ; To bear upon my bosom The pearly drop of dew, When falls the morning sunshine Through heayen’s cloudless blue, Td rather be a violet, Born in the month of May, Warmed by the gentle sunbeams When every thing is gay; I love the modest daisy, That looks up at my feet, But still. the little violet To me is far more sweet. A gem of rarest beauty, That smiles in darkest hour; Oh, I'd rather be a violet, If I might be a flower, Td rather be a violet, Born in the month of May, ‘Warmed by the getle sunbeams, Whee every thing is gay. > 33 The Wild Rose. Copied bs we of Firrn, Poxp & Co., Music Publishers, Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright.‘ Let others boast of flowers rare— I love the wild. rose best, Her buds. have nestled in thy hair, And trembled on thy breast ; ‘Mid blossoms. gay, whose anthers fling Their spray in golden streaks, My wild rose wears her wedding ring E While blushes dye her cheeks ! CHORUS. . Let others boast of flowers rare, I love my wild rose best, Long may her blossoms deck thy hair And tremble on thy’ breast: My sweet red rose, long may you reign, Far from the crowded town; Fair mistress of thy wild domain, Queen of the damask crown! Bright youth must, fade, and roses die, As onward roll the years— But mem’ry fond, will linger‘by Loye’s blushing souvenirs ! CHORUS. Let others boast of flowers rare, T love my wild rose best— Long may her blossoms deck thy hair, And tremble on thy. breast. No. 8 2 34 We'll meet in Heaven, Father, Copied by permission of Fiera, Ponp & Co,, Music Publishers, 547 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. When sanset, from the golden west, Smiled forth its parting ray, Impatient beat a little heart, ‘0 leave its prison clay. ; A father bent above his child, Tears fell like summer rain, His heart with grief was throbbing wild, ~ But ab f ’twas all in vain; For death had marked that little one, And with his arrow bright, Had loosed him from his bands of clay, And winged him for the flight. The father’s heart was well-nigh broke, To see his darling boy Lie moaning on a bed of pain, He was his only joy. For other little feet, that came To meet him at the door, Were sleeping where the summer flowers, The greensward dotted o’er; And now this idol of his heart Was passing from his sight, And sad and gloomy was the day, Without one gleam of light. But softly spoke the dying boy, A smile was on his cheek ; “ @ood-by, dear father, weep no more, But listen while I speak: Mamma has come for me to-night, I must no longer stay; She holds for me a shining crown, And beckons, me away— Earth’s hours are swiftly-passing hours, Grief comes like summer rain, . And soon, in heaven’s unfading bowers, We all shall meet again.” 85 The father felt the soft reproof, And stayed the falling tears; That one sweet thought is with him new, In all his fleeting years, It cheers his lonely path of life, It brightens every gloom, ‘The loved ones wait upon the shore, To give him welcome home; He looks afar across the tide, To that sweet promise given, Of happy meetings, ne’er to part, Reunions sweet, in heaven. Farewell, Sweet Mother, Gopied by permission of Frrru, Ponp & Co., Music Publishers, 547 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. Farewell, sweet mother, Weep not, weep not now for me, Though my soul must wander hither, Weep not mother now for me; Soon, with an angel-band, I will wander, hand in hand To a fair and radiant land, Where I will wait for thees Farewell, sweet mother, - Weep not, weep not now forme, . Though my soul must wander hither, ‘Weep not, mother, now. for me. Farewell, sweet mother, Every night l’ye dreamed of thee, And thy voice was soft and gentle, Saying pleasant things to me; While you these vigils keep, Now I lay me down to sleep, Mother, tell me why you weep, Oh! weep not now for me. Farewell, sweet mother, Weep not, weep not now for me, Though my soul must wander hither, Weep not, mother, now for me. 86 \ The Meeting of the Waters. Copied by permission of Finrn, Ponp & Co., Music Publishers, 547 Broadway, N, Y., owners of the copyright. There is not in this wide world a valley so.sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; Oh, the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that nature had shed o’er the scene Her purest of crystal; and brightest of green, i ’T was not the soft magic of streamlet or hill— Oh! no—it was something more exquisite still. *T was that friends, the belov’d of my bosom were near, Who made eyery dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the blest charms of nature improve, When we, see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms which we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace. Bonny Eloise. Copied by permission of Wm. Hat, & Son, Music Publishers, 543 Broadway; New York, owners of the copyright. Oh, sweet is the vale where the Mohawk gently glides, On its clear winding way to the sea, ; And dearer than all storied streams on earth besides, Is this bright rolling river to me. Cuorvus.—But sweeter, dearer, yes, dearer far than these _. Who charms when others all fail, Is blue-eyed, bonny, bonny Eloise, The belle of the Mohawk vale. Oh, sweet are the scenes of my boyhood s sunny-years, That bespangle the gay valley o’er, And dear are the friends seen thro’ memories fond tears, That have lived in the-blest days of yore. Oh, sweet are the moments when dreaming I roam Through my, loved haunts. now mossy and gray ; And dearer than all is my childhood’s hallow’d home, That is crumbling now slowly away. a es 6 OMY Little Jenny Dow. Copied by permission of Horack Warers, Music Publisher, 481 Broadway, N. Y,, owner of the copyright. Little Jenny Dow lives beyond the mill, Her merry voice is heard all ’round, Her happy smiles are seen on ‘the green-clad hill, Where’er the budding flowers are found, She greets the blushing morn like a dew-drop bright, And carols'through the livelong day, She gladdens up my heart like’a boam of light, And drives my bitter care away. CHORUS. Merrily, merrily her winning little voice is ringiug, And the woodland birds are singing to little Jenny Dow. Many are the hearts that have sighed for her, And many that have sighed in pain; Many that I know would have died for her, And, alas! they would have died in vain. Little Jenny Dow never clouds her. brew, In sorrow -o’er a love-lorn swain; With spirits full of glee, none so gay as she, As she rambles o’er the hill and plain. By the gushing streamlets her fond footsteps on Leaving liftle prints in the sand; Giving life and joy to the land. Ever may she roam with the same light heart, Ever may she sing with glee, While the summer days can their beams impart, And summer birds their melody. Yow ll meet her in the dale or the Bata wide, - a 38. Come down by the Silvery Brook, Love. Copied by permission of Horacz Waters, Music Publisher, 481 Broadway, N. Y., owner of the copyright. Hr—Come down by the silvery brook, love, While the moon shines bright and fair, And T’ll weave in some shady nook, love, A wreath for your golden hair. Sxa—Go, walk alone with your book, sir, Where the water-lilies grow; Tl not to the tell-tale brook, sir, For brooks can babble so. Bora—By the bending skies so blue, love, By yonder radiant star, My heart shall prove as true love— Hre—How odd these women are! Suz—How odd these young men are! Sux (with indifference)—Tra la Ja, etc. He—Then meet me down in the dell, love, *Neath the shade of the chestnut tree ; Where the rose, and the sweet. blue-bell, love, Are blossomihg for thee. Sur-—A trysting-place ‘neath the tree, sir, Oh, that would never do; For when you whisper to me, sir, The leaves keep whispering, too. Botu—By the bending skies, etc. He—Then meet me down by the church, love, Where the dark green ivy twines; Where the tasseled limbs of the birch, love, Are bound by the clinging vines, SHz—Oh, not in that dismal place, sir, Where ghostly forms abide; But then it alters the case, sir, If we meet with the priest inside. Born—By the bending skies so blue, love, By yonder radiant star, Tll meet in the church with you, love— He—But I must ask my pa. Sxxe—But I must ask my ma. SHE (with indijference)—Tra la la, etc. 39 q Tapping at the Window. Copied by permission of Fintu, Ponp & Co... Music Publishers, 547 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. . He’s tapping at the window, And peeping o’er the blind; D * Tis really most surprising, He never learns to mind; *T was only yester evening, ‘As in the dark we sat, My mother asked me sharply: “Pray, Mary, who is that?” Z Who's that, indeed ! you're certain How much you made me start; Men seem to lose their wisdom, -Whene’er they lose their heart. Yes, there he is—I see him— The lamp his shadow throws 1 Across the curtained window; He’s stepping on his toes! ‘ He'll never think of tapping, Or making any din; A knock, though e’en the slightest, Is worse than looking in; ae} tap! would any think it? e neyer learns to mind; Tis really most surprising— He thinks my mother’s blind. *Tis plain I must go to him, It’s no use now to cough; ; Tl ope the door just softly, | If but to send him off; Tis well if from the door-step He be not shortly hurled— Ob, men, there ne’er was trouble "Til ye came in the world! Stop tapping at the window, And peeping o’er the blind— Oh, man, but you're a trouble, And that we maidens find. 40 I'm O'er Young to Marry Yet. I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young to marry yet; I’m o’er young, ’twad be a sin, To tak’ me frae my mammie yet; Iam my mammie’s ae bairn, Nor of my hame am weary yet; And I would have ye learn, lads, That ye for me must tarry yet. I’m o’er young, etc. I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young, 2’m.o’er young to marry yet; Tm o’er young, ’twad be a sin, To tak’ me 8 my mammie yet; | For I've aye had my ain will, , | Nane dared to_contradict me yet And now to say I wad obey, In truth I daurna venture yet: I’m o’er young, etc. Row, Row, Brothers, Row, Row, row, brothers, row, On the way we go, we go, Like an arrow swiftly glancing , Tis a summer's night, And the moon shines bright, And the beams on the waves are dancing. CHORUS AND REPEAT. . Then ply the oar, and leave the shore, Our songs of time beguiling ; There’s nothing so bright, on a summer’s night, ‘When a summer’s moonlight’s smiling. Row, row, brothers, row, On the way we go, we go, Our homeward course we're steering, And singing all: Good-night, Good-night, with hearts so light, No strife nor discord feeling. . 41 I'm Thinking of Thee, Ellie, Copied by permission of Frrrx, Poxn & Co., Music Publishers, Bt Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. Tm thinking of thee, Ellie} When twilight’s over all, : | And memory hangs upon me, As eyening’s shadows fall. Hi I see thee still before me, T hear thy well-known strain, Dreams of the past surround me, I’m with thee, once again ; Tm thinking of thee, Ellie! Im thinking, Pm thinking of thee still. Tm thinking of thee, Ellie! But wilt thou think of me? Will sunshine and its gladness Outshine each thought of me? Of me in sadness living— Upon whose aching heart The cloud of life is resting? It never may depart— Still I’m thinking of thee, Ellie _ Tm thinking, I’m thinking of thee still. Tm thinking of thee, Ellie! For well I know that thou Will drop a tear of fondness O’er the furrows on my brow; But let not memory darken ' Thine hours of happy joy— I would not that my sorrows. Their brightness should destroy. Yet I’m thinking of thee, Ellie! Ym thinking, ’'m thinking of thee still. 42 Some One to Love, Some one to love in this wide world of sorrow ; Some one whose smile will efface the sad tear Some one to welcome the light of to-morrow ; Some one to share it when sunshine is here. Oh, the world is a desert amid all its pleasures, And life seems bereft of the only true zest, If we fail in possessing, with all its proud treasures, The best of all blessings, some dear kindred breast. CHORUS. Some one to love in this wide world of sorrow ; Some one whose smile will efface the sad tear ; Some one to welcome the light of to-morrow ; Some one to share it when sunshine is here. Some one to love whose affection will cherish, The sweet bud of hope when’tis blighted with care ; Some faithful heart that will ne’er let it perish, By sinking forever in depths of despair. *Tis an angelic radiance, a beacon to guide us, Resembling those lamps that are shining above ; Tis a guardian from heaven, a light to decide us, Teaching us wisdom in lessons of love. CHORUS- Some one to love in this wide world of sorrow; Some one whose smile will efface the sad tear; Some one to welcome the light of to-morrow ; Some one to share it when sunshine is hera / . Sa a 43 Why have my Loved Ones Gone, Copied by yermission of Horace Waters, Music Publisher, 1 broadway, N. Y,, owner of the copyright. | Whx have my loved ones gone, a Like tne dew ’neath the early sun? ee) Why am 1 Jt alone, t. While ail their troubles here are done? My days of youth have passed away, And the shades of life are near ; But I still remain to mourn the happy days When dear deparied friends were here. CHORDS. Why have my loved ones ¢one, Gone to return no more— 3 Calmly gliding o’er a summer sea ore Whilst P’'m left plodding on the shore f Why have my loyed ones gone, From the joys and pains of lift } Why do f still live on, Alone to battle in the strife ? ‘le Alone to struggle in the fray, ; Till my earthly cares are done; While the young, the fair have vanished from the day, Before their sorrows had begun.—(CHorvs.) * Why have my loved ones gone, { While the spring-time is on the breeze ? Gilding the bill-side lawn, And breathing music through the trees! The birds are singing in the air,. And the flowers are in their bloom; All things around are beautiful and fair, But still my spirit lies in gloom.—(CHorvs.) > we 4de The Campbells are. Comin’. Upon the Lomonds I lay, I lay, A Upon the Lomonds I lay, I lay ; * I looked down to bonnie Lochleven, - And saw three bonnie peiches play. Cuorus.—The' Campbells are comin’, O-ho! O-ho! } ey The Campbells are comin’, O-ho! O-ho! The Campbells are comin’ to bonnie Lochleven ; The Campbells are comin’, O-ho! O-ho! Great Argyle, he goes before, He makes the cannons and guns to roar, Wi’ sound o’ trumpet, pipe and drum, The Campbellsiare comin’, O-hot: O-lo ! The Campbells they. are,a’ in arms, Their loyal faith and truth to show ; Wi’ banners rattling in the wind, The Campbells are comin’, O-ho! O-ho! Mary Avourneen. Oh, Mary, dear Mary, I’ve come back to thee, by ‘| But cold is the welcome you now give to me; Is there naught, then, in parting, or naught in long'years ? Is there pang in the absence—I’ve mourned thee with tears ‘ For the gold of the stranger I've left thee in pain, For the jewel of hope I’ve come back again, But ’tis only to meet, like the dew-drop on high, With the emblem it loves, then heart-broken to die. Oh, Mary, dear Mary, I’ve come back 'to thee; L f Oh, give, then, Aycurneen, kind welcome to me. ¥ | Oh, Mary, dear Mary, oh, turn not away, Sure it’s jokin’ you are, in the sunshine to-day ; Oh, now ’twould be pleasant to meet with a smile, To show you were laughing, yet loving the while; Oh, let me not lose all the dreams cf the past, The hope of the future, where joy, too, is cast; Let your love be my lamp, and I'll worship its light, as Till the heart it illumines be hushed in dark night. a : Oh, Mary, dear Mary, ete. - 45 ~~. . a . aa Ridin’ in: a, Railroad: Keer, Copied by permission of Jacok ENpRES, Music Publisher, 52 Fourth st., St. Louis, owner of the copytight, Suke. Sattinet was a comely gal, And-loyed: her parents dear, Till she met Slim Jim the. miller’s son, A ridin’. ina railroad «eer. Slim Jim dad’s house was top of the hill, Suke Sattinet she liv’d near, Twas going to the mill, She met Slim Jim a ridin’ in w railroad keer. Twas going, etc. He winked at, Sal, and she looked sly, Then called: her his duck and dear] _ Says Jim will you have me? Says Suke, I will—ridin’ in a railroad keer, But as they near’d the old man’s house, ; Jim_began to skake with fear, And he lost. all, the courage he had, before, Ridin’ in a railroad keer. And he lost, etc. When they got to the house he took off his cap, Then bow’d dnd scraped'so queer, Says he, your daugliter promised to»be miné, Ridin’ in a railroad keer. The old man’ took his gun from the shelf, Says he, Slim Jim—just clear; if Or [ll blow you so high, youl never come. down, Ridin’ in‘ railroad keer. Or Tl blow, ete. 46 Listen to the Mocking-Bird, yim dreaming. now of Hally, sweet Hally, Pm dreaming now of Hally ; ¥or the thought of her is one that never dies; |} “e's sleeping in the valley, the see the valley, She’s sleeping in the valley, And the mocking-bird is singing where she lies. CHORUS. i Listen to the mocking-bird, Listen to the mocking-bird, Ths nwocking-hird is singing’ o’er her grave, Listen te the mocking-bird, — Listen te the mocking-bird, Btill singing where the weping willows’ wave. || Ah! well I yet remember, remember, remember, Ah! well I yet remember, When we gathered in the cotton, side by side; ‘| "T'was in'the mild September, September, September, *T was in the mild September, And the mocking-bird was singing’ far and wide, Cuorvs.—Listen to the mocking-bird, ete. When the charms of spring awaken, awaken, awaken, When the charms of spring awaken,, And the mocking-bird is singing on the bough. I feel like one forsaken, forsaken, forsaken, I feel like one forsaken, Since Hally is no donger with me now- Cuorvs:—Listen to the mocking-bird, eto 47 Rock Me to Sleep, Mother. Backward, turn backward, oh Time, in your flight, Make me a child again, just for to-night ; Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart as of yore; Kiss from my forekead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair; Over my slumbers your loving watch keep, Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep. Cuorvs.—Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace, With your light lashes just sweeping my face, » Never hereafter to wake or to weep, Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep. Backward, flow backward, oh tide of the years! I am so weary of toil and of tears— Toils without recompense, tears all in vain Take them, and give me my childhood again I have grown weary of dust and decay, y Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away ; Weary of sowing for others to reap— : Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep.—(CHorvs.) Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue, Mother, oh, mother, my heart calls for you! Many a summer the grass has grown green, Blossomed and faded, our faces between ; Yet with strong yearnings and passionate pain, Long I tonight for your presence again ! Come from the silence so long and so deep— Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep.—(Cxorus.) Over my heart, in the days that are flown, No love like mother-love ever has shone; No other worship abides and endures, ) Faithfal, unselfish and patient, like yours! None like a mother can charm away pain From the sick soul, and the world-weary brain; Slumber’s soft calm o’er my heavy lids creep— Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep.—(Cmorvs.) Mother, dear mother, the years have been long, Since I have slept to your lullaby song! Sing then, and unto my soul it shall seem Womanhood’s years have been only a dream ; Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace, With your light lashes just sweeping my face, Never, hereafter, to wake or to weep— Bock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep.—(Cuonus “en A Life on the Ocean Wave. Copied by permission of Wm. Haru & Son, Music Publishers, 643 Broadway, N. X., owners of the copyright. A life on the ocean-waye ! A home on the rolling deep! Where the scattered waters rave, And the winds their revels keep? Like an eagle caged I pine, On this dull unchanging shore, Oh, give me the flashing brine, The spray, and the tempest’s roar t Once more on the deck I stand, Of my own swift-gliding craft; Set sail! farewell to the land The gale follows fair abaft. We shoot through the sparkling foam, Like an ocean-bird set free; Like the ocean-bird, our home We'll find far out on the sea. The land is no longer in view, . The clouds have begun to frown, But with a stout vessel and crew, We'll say let the storm come down! And the song of our hearts shall be, While the winds and the waters rave, . A life on the heaving sea! A home on the bounding wave! 49 | Oh, Whistle and TM Come to. You, Oh, whistle and Tll come to you, my lad, Oh, whistle and PH come to you, my lad; Though father and mother and a’ should go mad, Oh, whistle and Pll come to you, my lad; But warily tent, when you come to court me, And come na unless the back-yett be a-jee ; Syne up the back stile, and let nae body see, And come as ye were nae coming to me. Oh, whistle and I'll come to you my lad, Oh, whistle and I'll come to you, my lad; Though father and mother and a should go mad, Thy Jeany will venture wi’ ye, my lad; At kirk or at: market, whene’er ye meet me, Gang by me as though that ye cared nae.a fice; But steal me a blink o’ your bonnie black e’e, Yet look as ye were nae looking at me. Oh, whistle and [ll come 'to you, my lad, Oh, whistle and Tl] come to you, my lad,; Though father and mother and a’ should go mad, Oh, whistle and I'l] come to you, my lad. Ay, vow and protest that you care nae for me, And whyles ye may lightly my beauty awee, But court nae anither,.though joking ye be, For fear that she wyle your fancy frac me. / 50 A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea. A wet sheet and a flowing sea, And a wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast ; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like an eagle free, Away our good ship flies, and leaves Columbia on our lee. CHORUS. Oh, give me a wet sheet, a flowing sea, And a wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And _ bends the gallant mast. For a soft and gentle wind, I heard a fair one cry ; But give to me the roaring breeze, And white waves heaving high; And white waves heaving high, my boys, The good ship tight and free; The world of waters is our home, And merry men are we. Cuorvus.—Oh, give, etc. There’s tempest in yon horned moon, And lightning in yon cloud— And hark the music, mariners, The wind is piping loud ; The wind is piping loud, my boys, The lightning flashes free, While the hollow .oak our palace is, Our heritage the sea. Cuorvus.—Oh, give, ete 7: 51 Lost Rosabel. They have given thee to another, They have broken evety vow, They have given thee to another, And my heart is lonely now ; They remiember hot our parting; They remember not our tears, They have severed in one fatal hour The tenderness of years. CHORUS. Oh! it was not well to leave me! Thou could’st not so déeeive me, Long and sorely I shall grieve thee, Lost, lost Rosabel ! They have given thee to another, Thou art now his gentle bride, Had I loved thee as a brother, I could see thee by his side; But I knew with gold they’ve won, _ And thy trusting heart beguil’d ; Thy mother, too, doth shun me, For she knew I loved her child.—(Cmorvs.) They have given thee to another, She will love him, too, they say, If her memory do not chide her, Oh, perhaps, perhaps she may ; But I knew that she hath spoken, What she never can forget, And though my heay be broken, I will love her, love her yet—(Caorvs.) 52 T heaicac Dreaa T-hada:dream, a: happy dream; I thought I saw the spot Where: oft; in youth, I:sported:free; Close by: that: niuch+loved cot. The river's: tide rolled cheerily-on; I hailed the olden: scene; But;-in my fallodelight, I woke, And found: it) bat a dream: But, in my full delight, I woke, And found it but a dream, s dream. I thought I felt a mother’s kiss, As’ oft, in happy days; And by my own dear father’s’ side; I sung my simple lays. ie I thought I saw dear friends again, Who now no more are seen; But, in my. full delight, I woke, And found it but a dream. But, in my full delight, I woke, And found it but a dream, a dream. The woodbine -climbed above the porch, A sister trained it there— One who had lived but in our hearts, Who died. when young and fair. This happy dream filled me with joy; I saw, once more, the scene ~ But in my full delight T woke, And found it but 4 dream. But, in my fl delight, I woke, And found it but‘'a dream, a dream. 53 Jenny's Coming O’er the. Green. | Sepied by permission, of Honacm Warers, Music Publsher, 481 Broadway, N,Y., owner of the copyright Jenny’s coming o’er the green, Fairer form.was. never seen, Winning is, her gentle mien ;~ Why do T love her so? We have wandered side by side, O’er the meadows far and wide: Little Jenny’s full of pride— Why do I lovey her so,? Jenny’s calm and liquid eyes Sometimes bring a sweet surprise, Like a change in summer skies ;— Why. do, I.love her sof Oft her voice so full of glee, Wakes the saddest memory; She is younger far than mex Why do I love her so? Little Jenny never fears, Hoping all from coming years, Dashing off the passing’ tears; Why do I love her so? ~ Can I not another find, With. her sweet endearing mind ? None. with Jenny’s charms, combin’d- That's why I love her so! 54 ‘The Sea, the Sea, the Open Sea! The sea, iffe sea, the open sea, ‘ The blue, the fresh, the ever free; Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth’s wide region round; It plays with the clouds, it mocks the skies, Or like a cradled creature lies; I’m on the sea, I’m on the/sea, I am where I would ever be, Wit the blue above, and the blue below, Ané@ silence wheresoe’er I go; If a storm should come and awake the deep, What matter? I shall ride and sleep. I love, oh, how I love'to ride On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide, Where every mad wave drowns the moon, And whistles aloft its tempest tune, And tells how goeth the world below, And why the south-west wind doth blow; I nevér was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more, And backward flew to her billowy breast, Like a bird that seeketh her mother’s nest; And a mother she was and is to me, For I was born on the open sea. The waves where white, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born; The whale it whistled, the porpoise rolled, And the dolphins bared their backs of gold; Ard never was heard such an outcry wild, As welcomed to life the ocean child; . I have lived, since then, in calm and strife, Fuil fifty summers, a rover’s life, : With wealth to spend, and a power to range, But never have sought or sighed for change; And death, whenever he comes to me, Shall come on the wide, unbounded sea 55 The Dream is Past. Copied by permission of Frrru, Pony & Co., Music Publishers, 647 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. The dream is past, and with it fled, The hopes tliat once my passions fed, And darkly die, mid grief and pain, The joys which gone, come not again. My soul, in silence and in tears, Has cherished now, for many years, - A love for one, who does not know The thoughts that in my bosom glow. Oh! cease my heart, thy throbbing hide, Another soon will be his bride, » And hope’s last faint but cheering ray, Will then forever pass away. They can not see the silent tear That falls uncheck’d when none are near, Nor do they mark the smother’d sigh That leaves my breast when they are nigh I know my cheek is paler now, And smiles no longer deck my brow ; *Tis youth’s decay, ’twill soon begin To tell the thoughts that dwell within. Oh! let me rouse my sleeping pride, ° And from his gaze my feelings hide, He shall not smile, to think that I, With love for him, should pine and die. 56 Oh! If I had Some One to Love Me. Copied or egiod of Firta, Ponp & Co., Music Publishers, Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright, Oh, if I had some one to love me, My trials and troubles to share ; One who would love and never reprove me, But lighten my heart of its care; Oh, if I had some one to loye me, To bless and to comfort me too, The moon and the stars that’s above me, Would add to my happiness too. For it’s loving that ‘blesses creation— It is loye that makes nature sublime ; No matter how lofty the station, To love is a feeling divine. CHORUS. Oh, if I had some one to love me, If I had some one to love, Oh, if I had some one to love me, Some one to love. Oh, if I had some one to love me, ‘Creation more lovely would seem, The flowers, as they perfume around me, ‘ “Would bless and enliven the scene. Oh, if I had some one to love me, Whose soul I could really call mine I would bless all the kind powers above me, And think that my life was sublime. For it’s loving that blesses creation, It is love that makes nature sublime No matter how lofty the station, To love is a feeling divine. Hard Times, Come Again no’ More: Copied by permission of Firtn, Pony & Co., Music Publishers, 547 Broadway, N. ¥., owners of the copyright: Let us pause in life’s pleasures, and count its many tears, A While we all sup sorrow with the poor; There's a song that will linger forever in our ears ;— Oh, hard times, come again no more, CHORUS. Tis the song, the sigh of the weary ;— Hard times! hard times! come again no more : Many days you’ve lingered around my cabin door ; Oh, hard times! come again no more, Here’s a pale, drooping maiden, who toils! her life away, With a worn heart whose better days are o’er; Though her yoice would be merry, ’tis sighing all the day, Oh, hard times! come again no more. Cuorvus.— Tis: the song, ete. Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave ; Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore ; Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lonely grave; Oh, hard times! come again no more. Cuorvs.—’Tis the song, etc. 58 The Light of Other Days. Copied by permission of Firu, Ponn & Co., Music Publishers, 547 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. / The light of other days is faded, And all their glories past, For grief with heavy wing hath shaded The hopes too bright to last. The world which morning’s mantle clouded, Shines forth with purer rays; But the heart ne’er feels in sorrow shrouded, The light of other days. The leaf which autumn tempests wither, The birds which then take wing, When winter’s winds are past, come hither To welcome back the spring. The very ivy on the ruin, In gloom full life displays ; But the heart alone sees no renewing, The light of other days. What Fairy Like Music. What fairy like music steals over the sea, Entrancing the senses with charm’d melody ? Tis the voice of the mermaid that floats o’er the main, As she mingles her song with the gondolier’s strain! The winds are all hush’d and the waters at rest, They sleep like the passions in infancy’s breast ; *Til storms shall unchain them, from out their dark cave, And break the repose of the soul and the wave. 59 ‘The Long, Long, Weary Day. Copied by permission of Mintzer & Bracnam, Music Publishars, | Itimore, Md., owners of the copyright. The long, long, weary day Is passed in tears away, And still at evening I am weeping; When, from my window’s height, I look out on the night, I still am weeping, My lone watch keeping. When JI, his truth to prove, Would trifle with my love, He'd say: “For me thou shalt be weeping; When, at some future day, I shall be far away, Thou shalt be weeping, Thy lone watch keeping.” Alas! if land or sea Had parted him from me, I would not these sad tears be weeping; But hope he’d come once more, And love me as before, And say: “Cease weeping, Thy lone watch keeping.” — But he is dead and gone, Whose heart was mine alone, And now for him I’m ever weeping; His face I ne’er shall see, And nought is left to me, But bitter weeping, My lone watch keeping. 60 Kitty Dear, Copied by permission of H. N. Hempstep, Mus.c Publisher, Milwaukee, owner of the copyright. Arra tair an aigers, Kitty dear Ym wastin’ all away; By rayzon of your cruelty, My brains have gone asthray ; They tell me sunlight has the stringth, To make the sinses fly ; So my poor head was emptied by The bright ‘beam of your eye. Arra what’s the use of life ‘atall, Since you have sary’d me so; I have no heart to work or play, Lie down, stan’ up, or go; Just like a young tree breath’d on by A warm but blighten air; Your smile has stole all hope away, And left me but despair. Arra when you die, Td like to ‘be transform’d into a stone, With outside smooth and shinin’, And heart cowld as your own; That I might stand and guard your grave, When calmly there you rest, And bear my darlin’ Kitty’s name, ’ Engray’d upon my breast. 61 Old Folks at Home. Copied by permission of Firrn, Poky & Co., Music Publishers, 547 Broadway, NY. *Way down upon the Swanee Ribber, Far, far .away, Dare’s wha my heart is turning ebber, Dare’s wha de old folks stay. All up and down de whole creation Sadly I roam; Still longing for de old plantation, And for de old folks at home. CHORUS. All the world am sad and dreary ° Eb’ry: where I roam; Oh, darkies how my heart grows weary, Far from de old folks at home! All round de little farm I wander'’d, When I was young; Den many happy days I squander'd— , Many de songs I. sunr When I was playing w . my brudder, Happy was I; Oh, take me to my kind old mudder! Dare let me live and die !—(CHorvs.) One little hut, among the bushes— One dat I love— Still sadly to my mem’ry rushes, No matter where I rove. . When will I see de bees a humming All .rounp the comb ? When will I hear the banjo tumming Down in my good old home ?—(Cuorus.) — 62 The Brave Old Oak, A song to the Oak, the brave old Oak, Who hath ruled in the greenwood long, Here’s health and renown to his broad green crown, And his fifty arms so strong; There’s fear in his frown, when the sun goes down, And the fire in the west fades out; And he sheweth ‘his might, on a wild midnight, When the storm through his branches shout. CHORUS. Then here’s to the oak, the brave old oak, Who stands in his pride alone, And still flourish he, a hale green tree, When a hundred years are gone. In the days of old, when the spring with gold, Had brighten’d his branches gray, Through the grass at his feet, crept maidens sweet, To gather the dew of May; And on that day to the rebec gay, They frolick’d with lovesome swains ; They are gone—they are dead—in the churchyard laid, But the tree, it still remains. Cuorvus.—Then here’s to the Oak, etc. He saw the rare times, when the Christmas chimes Were a merry sound to hear; When the squire’s wide hall, and the cottage small, Were filled with good English cheer ; Now gold hath the sway—we all obey, And a ruthless king is he; But he never shall send our ancient friend To be tossed on the stormy sea. Cxorvus.—Then here’s to the Oak, ete. 63 Brightly o'er Lake and Shore. Copied by permission of i rrTH, Pond & Co., Music Publishers. Brightly o’er lake and shore Hesper is glowing ; Fair is the soft breeze, O’er the wave blowing; Bless thou our homeward bark, Sweet grace bestowing, Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia, Dear ones await us, All fears discarding ; Oh, shield them ever, All perils warding ; Btill gently leading, Still kindly guarding, Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia. Scenes that are Brightest. Scenes that are brightest May charm a while; Hearts which are lightest, And eyes that smile ; Yet o’er them, above us, Though nature beam, With none to love us, How sad they seem. Words can not scatter The thoughts we fear, For though they flatter, They mock the ear; Hopes will still deceive us, With tearful cost, And when they leave us, The heart is lost. 64 I See her Still in my Dreams, Copied by permission of Firtn, Pony & Co., Music Publishers, Bar Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. While the flowers bloom in gladness, And spring-birds rejoice, Theré’s a void, in our household, Of one gentle. voice ; The form of'a loved one Hath passed from the light, But the sound of her footfall Returns with the night; For I see her still in my dreams, I see her still in my dreams; Though the light has departed From: the meadows and the streams, T see her still in my dreams. Though her voice, once familiar, Hath gone from the day, And her smiles from: the sunlight Have faded away— Though I wake to a scene Now deserted and bleak, In my vision I find The lost form that I seek ; For I see her still in my dreams; I see her still in my dreams; Though her smiles have departed From the meadows and the streams, I see her still in my dreams. Ready October 15th, 1875. 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