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CONTENTS No. 3.

Annie, dear, good-by,
_ Answer to Jeannette ‘and Seannot,
_ Asailor’s life forme,  -
Bessy was a sailor’s eae. 3 -
} BonnyJean, -— -
Comic Katee darling; - -
eee Bel, P
_ Darling Jenn - * -
Darling Rosabel,

Ettie - SS ete ee
Few days, :
_ Give ’em string and let ’em went,
Go it while you're young, -
_ Hail Columbia, - ohm
_ Happy Hezekiah, er rats tie Ne
Vda i to be a daisy, -
IT have something sweet to tell you,
Isle of beauty, -
I think of old "Ireland wherever I go,
Jeannette and Jenna, -
_ John Jones, - -
q J preg Ss ms s. hard road to travel, -
B z fee wae ’ oe . = -
+t er beer rae: Seog
a. _/ Lather and shave, - = .
mer duillie Bell, - .- ' ve “os
» Linda has’ departed, -
Man the life-boat, eee
My dear old mother, -
~My girl with a calico
_ My heart’s in old Ireland,
_ My poor dog =e -
- Old dog Tray, No.2, -
Old mange beau,

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Over the left,
Parody on “ "To the West” -

Pop goes the weasel, . :

. Pretty Jane, - bia a
Rosa Lée,- - -

Song of the locomotive, 2
Sparking Sarah Jane, - — - -
Ten o'clock; or, remember, / love remember,
‘The American boy, oe -
The American girl, © - oy VRE SS
The boys of Kilkenny, - - +
The death of Annie aurie, - -
The emigrant’s farewell, -
The fine old Dutch gentleman, a is
The fine old English gentleman,

The fine old Irish gentieman,

The fireman’s boy,- - =

_ The fireman’s death, - -
The girl I left behind me, -

The gold-digger’s lament, -

The Indian hunter, 7 te

The old oaken bucket, -

The old whisky j

The other side of ordan, -

The pirate’s serenade,  -

The yom rose of coe -

Tilda Horn, - -

- To the West, -

True blue is the color for me,

Uncle Ned,- - - *

Unhappy Jeremiah, -
Vilikins and his Dina., -

We miss thee at home, -

What will Mrs. Grundy sey?

- Woodman, spare that tree, -

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DIME SONG BOOK
No. 38.

 

I’d Choose to be a Daisy.

Copied ~, permission of Firra, Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, owners
of the copyright.

I'd choose to be a daisy,

* TfI might be a flower,

My petals closing softly
At twilight’s quiet hour,

And waking in the morning
When falls the early dew,

To welcome heaven’s bright sunshine,
And heaven’s bright tear-drops too.

COhorus.—I'd choose to be a daisy,
If I might be a flower,
My petals closing softly
At twilight’s quiet hour.

I love the gentle Lily,
It looks so meek and fair,
But daisies I love better,
For they grow everywhere,
‘The lilies hloom so sadly,
Insunshine or in shower,
But daisies still look upward,
However dark the hour.

Chorus.—I'd chooge to be a daisy, &q
HO, ITI.

 
 

The Yellow Rose of Texas.
~ Copied acne of Firtn, Poxp & Co., Music Publishers,
-_ 647 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright.

There’s 4 yellow rose in Texas that.l am going t6 see
No other darkey knows her, no darkey only me;
She cried so when I left Her, it ike to broke my heart
And if 1 ever find her, we never more will part.
CHORUS. |
3he’s the sweetest rose of color this darkey ever knew,
Her eyes are bright asdiamonds, theysparkle like the dew
You i talk about your “ Dearest May,” and sing of
"Rosa Lee,”
But the yellow rose of Texas beats the belles of Tennessee,

Where the Rio Grande is flowing, and the starry skies
are bright,
She walks along the river in the quiet summer night;
She thinks if I remember, when we parted.long ago,
J] promised.to come back again, and, not to leave her so
She’s the sweetest rose of color, etc.

Oh, now I'm going to find her, for my heart is full of woe
And we'llsing the song together,that we sung so long ago
_ We'll playthe banjo gayly,and we'll sing the Songs of yore
And the yellow rose of Texas shall be mine forever more

Annie, dear, Good-by.
Nopied by permission of Wa. Hatt & Son, Music.Ppbtehe a
; . 643 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright,

Tm leaning o’er the gate, Annie,
Neath the cottage wall; ft ge0.5
The gray dawn breaks, the hour grows late,
I hear the trumpet’s call; _
I could not,brook thy cheek so pale,
The sad tear in thine eye— ZL
This heart which langhs at war might quail,
80, Annie, dear, good-by. _ ‘eats
This heart which langhs at war might quail,
Bo, Annie, dear; good-by.

 

 
 

[Pm marching with the brave, Ann
Far from home and thee,
To win renown, perhaps a grave—
A glorious one ’twill be! /
But whatsoe’er the fate I meet,
To conquer or to die,
This heart’s last throb for thee will beat,
So, Annie, dear, good-by. ’
This heart’s last throb for thee will beat,
So, Annie, dear, good-by. ° :

 

Darling Rosabel.

Copied by permission of Firtu, Pony & Co., Music Publisher
S47 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright.
Softly sigh the winds of evening,
' Through the lone sequestered dell,
Where in calm and dreamless slumbe,
Lies our darling Rosabel ;
Like a flower she bloomed in beauty,
Shedding swectness all around ;
Like a flower she drooped and faded,
When we laid her in the groveid.

CHORUS.
Softly, sigh the winds of evening.
Through the lone sequestered dell, —
Where in calm and dreamless slumber,
Lies our darling Rosabel.

Other flowers still bloom around us,
Tn our little native glen,
But so pure and fair a blossom
Never shall we see again ;
Fare thee well, thou loved and .ost one,
Thou art only gone before, :
Where, ere long, we hope to meet thea,
Never to lose thee any more.
Softly sighs the wind, ete.

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Linda has Departed.

Copled by permission of Firta, Porp & Co,, Music lublishers,
, 647 Broadway, N. Y . owners of the copyright,
Death with his cold hand, hath bobbed me of every hope,
Hath robbed me of every bope—my ‘oved one is gune ;
Bleak was the moment, that parted our beating hearts—-
That parted our beating hearts, and Jeft me al -ne.
Sweet was the low voice that wrapt me in fond delight,
_ That wrapt me in fond delight, as fair visions do;
Soft were the dark eyes that languished in beauty bright,
‘That languished in beauty bright—how foudly and true

CHORUB-

Lin av has depai aa tender-hearted,
Linda bas departed, vuu ieit me here to mourn,

Blest were the hours passed, with her whom my soul adored,
With her whom my soul adored, whose heart was so light ;
Bad is the lone hour, bereft of my darling one,
Bereft cf my darling one, in darkness and night.
All now is cheerless, my joys now have passed away,

ee My pore long have passed away. with love’s fleeting years;
4 og ath no comfort for sadness now holdeth sway,
or si

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~ My Heart’s in Old Ireland

My bark on the billows dashed gloriously on,
And glad were the notes of the sailor-boy’s sung;
Yet sad was my bosom and bursting with woe,

_ For my heart’s in old’Ireland wherever I go,
Oh, my heart’s in old Ireland wherever I go,

adness now holdeth sway, and leaves me in teary.

 

More dear than the flowers that Itely yields,

Are the red-breasted daisies that spangle thy fields,

Tke shamrock, the hawthorn, the white-blossom sloe,

My heart’s in old Ireland wherever [ go, 4
Oh, my heart’s, etc,

The shores they look lovely, yet cheerless and vain,
- Bloom the lilies of France, and the olives of Spain;
~ When I think of the fields where the wild daisies grow,
_ ‘Then my heart’s in old Ireland wherever I go, 7

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The hlies and roses abandon the plains, |
Though the summer’s gune by, still the shamrock remains,
Like a friend in misfortune it blossoms o’er the snow,
for my heart’s in old Ireland wherever I go,

Oh, my ueart’s, etc,

i sigh and I vow, if e’er I get home,
No more from my dear native cottage I’]l roam ;
The harp shall resound, and the goblet shall flow,
For my heart’s in old Ireland wherever I go,

Oh, my heart’s, etc.

 

I Have Something Sweet
to Tell You,

{ have something sweet to tell you, but the secret you must

keep,
And anion if it isn’t right, “I’m talking in my sleep ;”
For I know I am but dreaming,
When I think your love is mine;
And J know they are but seeming,
All tne hopes that round me shine.
I have something sweet to tell you, but the secret you must

eep
And remember, if it isn’t right, “I’m talking in my sleep.”’

So remember when [ tell you what I can no longer keep,
We are none of us responsible for what we say in sleep.
My pretty secret’s coming!
Oh! tisten with your heart,
And you shall hear it humming;
Be close! ’twill make you start.
1 have something sweet to tell you, but the secret you must.

: eep,
And remeniber, if it isn’t right, “I’m talking in my sleep.”

Oh! shut your eyes so earnest, or mine will wildly weep,
Clove you! I adore you! but, “I’m talking in my sleep.”
For I know I am but dreaming,
When I think your love is mine;
And I know they are but seeming,
All the hopes that round me shine.
s have something sweet to tell you, but, the secret you must

ee fe ; Penge
And remember, if it isn’t right, “I’m ‘s!king in my sleep.”

 
 

The American Girl. 3

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Our hearts are with our native land,
Our song is for her glory ;

Her warriors’ wreath is in our hand,
Our lips breathe out her story.

Her lofty hills and valleys green,
Are shining bright before us;

And like a rainbow sign is seen
Her proud flag waving o’er us,

And there are smiles upon our lips
For those who meet her foemen,
For glory’s star knows no eclipse,
When smiled upon by woman.
For those who brave the mighty deep,
And scorn the threat of danger.
We’ve smiles to cheer, and tears to weep
For every ocean ranger.

Our hearts are with our native land,
Our songs are for her freedom ;

Our prayers are for the gallant band
Who strike where honor leads them,

We love the taintless air we breathe,
Tis freedom’s endless power ;

We'll twine for him an endless wreath
Who scorns a tyrant’s power.

‘They tell of France’s beauties fair,
Of Italy’s proud daughters, _
Of Scotland’s lasses, England’s fair,
And nymphs of Shannon’s waters,
We need not boast their haughty charma
Though lords around them hover,
Our glory lies in freedom’s arnis—
A, Freeman for a lover!

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I Think of Old Ireland
wherever I Go.

_ Tm a wanderer, now,.from the land of my: birth,
- Far away from the scenes [ hold dearest,on earth,
And I’ve seen both the beauties of the Nile and Arno, ~
- Still I think of old Ireland, wherever [ go.

» CHORUS, ths
I think of old Ireland, across,the blue wave,
I think of old Ireland, the-land of the brave, ,
Tis the home of the brave, where the wild shamrocks grow,
Oh, I think of old Ireland, wherever I go.

And ’tis soon I’ll be home, in the land.I love best,
In my own dearest Emerald Isle of the, West,
Though now I am chasing the wild buffalo,

For I think of old Ireland wherever I go.

Yet though far away from-that dear blessed sod,
J still offer up prayers to my country’s God,

To chase from her borders the base Saxon foe,
For I think of old Ireland wherever I go.

_Dear land of the shamrock, and sweet smelling brier,
Dear scenes of my childhood which never could tire,
When a boy I picked beech-nuts in wild Glenaboe,
Oh, I think of old Ireland, wherever I go.

And how oft have I drank out of Barranane’s, Well,
In whose clear waters there lurks a bright spell,
The afflicted go there to, find ease for their woe,

For I think of old Ireland wherever I go.

And how oft have. I swam in the Blackwater’s tide,

And roam’d the sweet wild woods.around Castle Hyde,
For it’s through its wild woodland the Blackwaters flow,
Oh, I think of old Ireland wherever I go...

And how oft have I sported through its pastures.so g -een, _
Where the wild fragran{.daisy can always be seen, :
For flowers in luxuriance there always do grow,

Oh, I think of old Ireland wherever I go.

~ But all my sad-wanderings soon will be o’er,

And that isle of my heart I will never leave more,
Though deep is her sorrow, and.bitter her woe,
Oh, I think of old Ireland wherever I go.

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The American Boy.

“Father, leok up and-see that flag,
How gracefully it flies ;

Those pretty stripes—they seem to be
A rainbow in the’ skies.’””

“Tt is your country’s flag, my son,
And proudly drinks the light,

O’er ecean’s waves, in foreign climes,
A symbol ef our might.”

“ Father, what fearful noise is that,
Like thundering of the clouds ?
Why do the people wave their hats,

And rush along in crowds ?”

*It is the noise-of cannon, ehild,
The glad shouts of the free ;
This is the day to memory dear—

Tis Freedem’s Jubilee.”

*}-wish that I were now a mart,
Td fire my cannon too,

And cheer as Ioudly as the rest—«
Put, father, why don’t: you?”

“Pm getting’ old and weak—but stilt
My heart is big with joy;
Pye witness’é many a day like this
Shout you aloud, my boy.”

“Hurrah ! for Freedom’s Jubilee f
God bless our mative land!

And may I live to hold the sword
Of freedom in my hand!”

_ . “Well done, my boy—grow up and tove,
_ The land that gave you birth ; :
. Ahome where Freedom loves to dwell,

_* & paradise on earth.”

 
 

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What will Mrs. Grundy >
Say ?

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Oh, fashion now is all the rage in houses, hoops, and dress ;
And each must do what others do—they dare not think of less
Mrs. Grundy is the queen of all mankind to-day ;
And each one thinks before she acts of oe will Grundy
say?

Mr. Tompkins fail’d last fall, and is not worth a red,
But still he lives upon the “ Fifth,” and still holds up his head.
They keep their carriage all the same, though not a dime
pay ;
They can’t retrench a cent, for shame of — What would
Grundy say?

There’s Mary Jane, she’s tall and slim, a sack of bones .
she’s grown,

And brown as any Gipsy girl, and awkward as & clown;

Yet she must wear her dresses low, and her thin neck display,

For ’tis the fashion; and you know, What would Dame |
Grundy say? %

There’s Mrs. Jones, she’s fifty-four, and still she curls her hair,

Although all know it isa wig the vain old dame doth wear,

She gives of balls, each season two, and wastes her wealth.
away?

For she must do as others do, else, what would Grnndy say o

There’ 3 fat and stumpy Martha Ann, that weighs two bene
dred pounds,
She’s a bait to catch a man, but not abite nas found. —_-
And though she is so short and stout, she pe
Broadway ;
Her skirts are thirty feet about, Oh, what will Grundy gay?

There’s shanghai coats and bad cigars, and Musard’s new
cravats ;

There’ S paper collars and wristbands, and bell-crown’d,.
small-brimm’d hats ;

For comfort, ease, and common-sense, must yield to fashion’s
sway;

For now the sgle NE oe is, what wilk Grundy say?

 
 

Old Dog Tray.
No.2.

The mornmg meal is past—the next is coming fast=
Twill briny me a bill that I know Tcan not pay,

For meats, bovh fat and lean, that F was'jolly green
To trust beside that old dog Tray.

CHORUS.

Old dog Tray! always hungry—
Meat can uot drive him away;

With his tail ‘“deav” in behind, neither gentle nor yet kind
Is that hungry dog, that old dog Trayene

f hurried home one night, with a rousing appetite,

. For nothing had I tasted the whole of that long day.

But Oh! how I was dcne—not a thing was left but bone—
All eaten by that old dog Tray.

Old dog Tray, &c.

The steaks I thought my own, had vanish’d one by one—
Those cutlets, those ehops too, had all pass’d away;

fhose'tenderloins were gone—they each and all had flowa—
Stolen by that old dog Tray.

Old dog Tray, &c.

|\With naught to break my fast, my eyes on Tray I cast,
Who look’d as though he felt ‘what my breaking heart
would say ;
But oh! ’twas all deceit—'twas he who stole my meaty
That hungry dog, that old dog rays

Old dog Tray, &c.

 
 

Rosa Lee.

When I lib’d in Tennessee, U lia li o fa e,
T went courtin’ Rosa Lee, U lia liolae.
Eyes as dark as winter night
Lips as'red as berry bright,
en first Idid her wooing go,
She said, now don’t be foolish, ey Ulialiolae
Courting down in Tennessee, U lia lio la e,
"Neath the wild Banana tree,

I said you lubly gal, dat’s plain, U lia lio lae,
Breff as sweet as sugar cane,'U lia liolae,” '
Feet as large and comely too,
Might make a cradle of each shoe,
Rosa take me for your beau,
She said, now don’t be foolish, Joe! U lialiolae —
~~ Courtin down in Tennessee, &c. :

My story yet is to be told, U lia lio lae,
Rosa catch’2a shocking cold, U lia li ola e.
Send de doctor, fetch de nurse,
Doctor came but make her worse,
I tried to make her laugh, but no, &
She said, Now don’t be foolish, Joe, Ulialiolag —
Crurtin down ‘in Tennessee, &c.

Dey gib her up, no power could save, U lia liolae,
She ax me follow to her grave, U lialic lee,
I take her hand, ’twas cold as death, :
80 cold I hardly draw my breff,
She saw my tear in sorrow flow,
And said, Farewell, my dearest, Joe, Uliahvlae
Rosa sleeps in Tennessee, &e.

 
 

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The Mine Old English
Gentleman.

Pll sing you a goed old song, made by a good old pate,

®f a fine old English gentleman, who had an old estate ¢

and who kept up his old mansion at a bountiful old rate,
_.. With a good old porter to relieve the old poor at the gate.
“ Like a fine old English gentleman, all of the olden time.

His hall, so old, was hung around with pikes, and guns, and bows,
And swords, and good old bucklers, which had steod against old foes,
_And’‘was here “ his worship” sat in state, in doublet and trunk hose,
And quaff’d his cup of good old sack to warm his good old nose,
Like a fine old, &c,

When winter old, brought frost and cold, he open’d house to all,
And though threescore and ten his years, be featly led the ball,
Nor was tle houseless wanderer e’er driven from his hall,
For while le feasted all the great he ne'er forgot the small.

L Like a fine old, &c.

- But time, though sweet, is strong in flight, and years roll’d swiftly by,
And autumin's ruling leaf proclaim’d, the old man—he must die i
He laid him doy'n right tranquilly, gave up life’s latest sigh,
And mournful fri 1 ds stood round his couch, and tears bedim’d each eye
z For the fine old, &c. p

 

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The Fine Old Irish
<zentleman.

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Til sing you a davent song that was made by a Paddy’s pate,

Of a raal ould Irish gintler\a~, who had a fine estate,

Whose mansion it was made of mud, with thatch and all compla’

With a hole at top, through *vrich the smoke so graceful did rat
Hurrah for the ould Irish ginveman, the boy of the oulden time,

His walls so could, were cover’d w/t the devil a thing for show,
Except an ould shillelah, which at knock’d down many a foe,
And there ould Barney sat at ease, avd without shoes or hose,
And quaff’d his noggin of poteen tc w@rm his big red nose.
Like a fine guid Trish. gintleman, the boy of the oulden time.

To Donnybrook his custom was to go to every fair,

_ And though he'd seen a few score years, Le still was young when there*
And while the rich they feasted him, he still, amorg <be poor, [roar
Would sing, and dance, and hurl, and fight, and make the spalpeens

_ Like a raal ould Irisk. giattemaa, the boy of the outden time,

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_ But och, mavrone ! once at a row ould Bartley got a knock,
And one that kilt him, ’cause he couldn't get o’er the shock,
They laid him out so beautiful, and then set up groan,
Och! Barney, darlint, jewel dear, why did you die? och. hone?
Then they waked this Irish gintleman, the boy of the oulden time,

Though all things in their course must change, and Seasons pass away,
Yet Irish hearts of oulden time were just as at this day. BIS
-Each Irish boy he took a pride to prove himself a man,
/Zo serve a friend and bate a foe, it always was the plaw

_ Of a raal old Irish gintleman, the boy of the oulden ti

 

Whe Mine Old Dutch
Gentleman.

ee

PI sing you now a Dietchen song ’bout Hans Vou Krouple-

eet,
Vot iaapt a lager bier saloon up im de Bowery shtreet,
He eat de shwinepeecfe,shpeck,un slough,un efery kind of meat,
Un TI shvear nat mine goot grashus, pon top de people, so
much asa barrel of sourcrout, un two puchels of
lager bier, efery nrorning he would eat! .
He vas a fine old Dietchen shentlemen, von of the pestest —
kind.
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_ By de Sreshjore in his bier saloon efery morning he uoold
shtand,
_ Mita pa of schnapps down by his side, un @ glass up im
é is hand,
Un by himself he trinks dis toast, “Ich lieben die Vaderland,”
_ Un midout you could Dietsche vershter, for he vold nix Ing
lish gasprochen ver he’d say, “ Spechlebecks von~
grossen-dunder un blitzeu nut-de-swimegrahdle’,
skipoupens-die-dobbleshm,” you couldn’ nix un
dershtand.
Dis fine old Dietchen shentleman, von of de goot olt kind,
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"His nose vas red ash a beetle, yam by dunder, dat ish drue,
_ His mouth re fourdeen inches wide, his eyes vere black
ash plue.
_ He pelongs mit de Freesangerbund, un he vas a Turner too,
__Un politics makes him nix difference, but yen you comes mit -
de Maine liquors law to dake ayay his lager bier,
- den, py dam, dat vas someding new, :
To 2 ie old Dietchen shentleman, von of de pestes¢
ind, : :

 
 

"Dis fine - Dietchen shentlemen he vent to bed drunk efery
night, . 2 7 ee
Un somedimes ven dere vas coming rount elections, mit de
.» udder fellers he’d fight, ;
Un slouck dem on de koup mit a double-barrel’d powie knife,
» but Ldon’t tink dat vas rite,.... ‘
For ven vun of dem peeples haf his head preak’d into his
‘ nose all ofer his face, un vas nearly drownded: mit-
a big stick, I tell you somedings rite avay shust
now dat vas a sorry sight,
To - ne old Dietchen shentleman, von of de govt olt
ind,

But von time dere comed some drouples, un he fight mit all

_ his main,
Dough he vas kilt von two ash six eight couple of times, he
shumps up un fites again, : . ’
Dill his hed vas all splitted open down pack, un den de
blood comes, down like rain; ;
Un py and py come dere de coroner mit de shury, un sit,
on him apout Hovetarrtrrg hours ash tree-quarters, un
shqueeze all de preth out of his pody, den dey prings
: a verdigrass, vot he dies from prandy and vater on

.. de prain, '
Does dis fine old Dietchen shentleman, de subject of dis
song.

 

Over the Left.

I am thine in thy gladness,
I am thine in, thy tears,

My,love,.it can change not
In absence or years.

Were a dungeon thy dwelling,
My home, it should be, b
Us gloom would be sunshine,
ere I but with thee.

For life has no beaut
- Of thee, love, bere
T am thine, and thine only,

. THINE OVER THE LEFT.

 
 

John Jones,
A PARODY ON BEN BOLT.

dh, don’t you remember Lame Sally, John Jones,
Lame Sally whose nose was so brown,

Who look’d like a clam if you gave her a smile,
And went into fits at your frown,

In the old goose pond in the orchard, John Jones
Where the goslins are learning to swim,

Lame Sally went fishing one wet, windy day,

And, by a mistake, fell in.

Under old Simmon’s brush fence, John Jones,
That winds at the foot of the hill,
Together we’ve seen the old mare go,
Grinding cider at Appleton’s mill.
The mill-wheel is oven wood now, John Jones,
The rafters fell onto a cow,
And the weasels and rats that crawl round as you gaze,
Are lords of the cider mill now.

Do you mind the pig-pen of logs, John Jones,

Which stood on the path to the barn,

And tke shirt-button tree, where they grow on the bough,
Which we sewed on our jackets with yarn.

The pig-pen has gone to decay, John Jones, Z
The lightning the tree overcome,

And down where the onions and carrots once grew,’
Grows thistles as big as your. thumb.

There is a change in the things I love, John Jones,
They have changed from the good to the bad, ae
And I feel in my stomach, to tell the truth,
I'd like to go home to my dad. :
Twelve months, twenty has pass’d, John Jones,
Since I knock’d off your nose.with a rail,
And yet I believe Iam your only true friend,
Jobn Jones, of the Hurricaae Gale. |

 
 

7

Sparking Sarah Jane.
ee Oe
Sitting on the sofa, leaning on my breast,
Is a lovely maiden, perfectly at rest; .
Listening to my love vows, sighing very plains
Bless me thisis pleasant, sparking Sarah Jane,

Chorus.—Bless me ain’t it pleasant,
Bless me ain’t it pleasant,
~ Bless me ain’t it pleasant,
Sparking Sarah Jane?

Gentle words are spoken, kisses sweet we give,
Vows to love each other long as we do live ;
Vows to be as happy as the running rill,

Never getting angry: do you think I will?

Dad is getting squeamish, shakes his head in doubt,
Ma looks on and wonders what her gal’s about,
Thinks there’ll be a weddin’—guesses that’s no sin,
But somehow or another hopes I’ve got the tin,

Daddy he’s consented, mamma can’t say no,
Sonny kinder likes it, sissy wants a show,

Now begins the bustle, now begins the fun,
Every one is ready, shopping must be done,

Carriage stands awaiting, Where’ll you please to ge '
Drive us up to Stewart’s, see what he can show
Troubling all the merchants, buying here and there,
Beating down the prices—Are you sure "twill wear{

Hurry up the dresses, cut them very low,

Make them large and airy where the hoops do go,
Trying on the bodice, trying on the capes,

Keep your fingers moving, cause its getting late.

Sewing in the chamber, stitching in the hall,
Servants in the kitchen, fixing for the ball;
Every one is busy ’cepting Jane and I,

Do you know the reason—shall I tell you why?

Sitting on the sofa, leaning on my breast,

Is a lovely maiden, perfectly at rest;

_ Listening to my love vows, sighing very plain,
Bless me this is pleasant, sparking Sarah Jane.

 
 

 

Comic Katee Darling.

Oh, they tell me you are fast asleep, my darling,
That thy jolly red nose I can not now behold,

Don’t believe that I am tight, Katee Darling,
Because [ am singing here to you all in the cold.

Oh, you know not the loving,
Of the hearts of Erin’s sons, 7~ ~»

When a good hot whiskey toddy, Katee Darling,
Is the goal to the race that he runs.

Oh, wake np, sweet Katee,

For tne gas lights are burning, Katee Darling,
The little birds are singing on each tree,

Will you never leave off snoring, Katee Darling,
Or know that I am erying here for thee?

Tam stanaing py tny window, Katee Darling,
_ This night i is a cold night for me.

Oh, don’t ’ you hear me yelling, Katee Darling,
Behold I am singing here for thee,

Methinks I see a policeman,
By yonder shining light,

And he’ll put me in the lock-up Katee, Darling,
If he catches me here serenading to-night.

Then listen, dear Katee,

For the wild flowers are sleeping, Katee Darling,
And the police are looking round for me,

Will you never more hoist your window, Katee Darling,
For see, ’m waiting for thee?

Tis useless all my weeping, Katee Darling,
But I wish to goodness now you were my bride,
And I'd give two shillings directly, Katee Darling,
If I were only by your side,
Oh, a great big coat I’m wearing,
And I scarce can heave a sigh,
But I'll never leave off drinking, Katee Darling,
- Every day that I can get it till I die,
Then hear me, sweet Katee,
/ The policeman now has got me, Katee Darling,
And no one knows when I'll again be free; iow
_ nthetonely Tombs come and greet me, Katee Darling
_ For there T'll be Pagnes: for thee,

 
 

WVilikins and Hiis Dinah!

f entree ey Geant
Tis of a rich merchant who in London did dwell,
He had but one daughter, an unkimmon nice young gal;
Her name—it was Dinah, scarce sixteen years old, ~
With'a very large fortune in silyer and gold.
: Singing, to la Jol la rol lall to ral lal la,

As Dinah was a valiking the garden one day,

Her papa he came to her, and thus he did say,

“Go dress yourself, Dinah, in georgeous array,

And take yourself a:husiband, both galliant and gay.”
Singing, &c.

“‘Oh papa, oh papa, ye not made up my mind,

And to marry just yet, why I don’t feel inclined ;

~ To you my large fortune I'll gladly give o’er,

If you'll let me live single a year or two more”
Singing, &c.

“Go, go, boldest daughter,” the parient replied,

“Tf you won’t consent to be this here young’man’s brid

Tl give your large forttne to the nearest of kin,

And you shan’t reap the benefit of one singlé pin.”
Singing, &¢. , :

As Vilikins was valiking the garden cround,

He spied his dear Dinah lying dead upon the ground,

And-the cup of cold pison, it lay by her side,

With a billet-doux a stating, ’twas by pison she died,
Singing, &c.

He kiss’d her cold corpus a thousand times o’er,
And call’d her his Dinah though she was no more,
Then swallow’d the pison like a lovyer 80 brave,”
And Vilikins and his Dinah lie both in one grave,
Singing, &c. : : ;
MORAL.

Now all you young maidens take warning by her,

Never not by no means disobey your guverner;

Aid all you young fellows, mind who you claspeyes on,

Thinkof Villikins and his Dinah and the cup of colé pison,
sa le ‘Singing &c. oo sewniy yout si Ee eb ae. odeg

 
 

Comic Parody.

‘Tis of a rich Dutchman in Niew York did live ;

He had von fine daughter you petter pelieve ;

Her name vas Katarina, so fair ash a rose,

Un she had a large fortune in the hands of old Mose.

Ash Katarina vas drawing dé lager bier von day,
Her fader.comed to her, un dus he do say:
“Hurry up, Katarina! de parlor go to,

A customer vaits to goriding mit you.”

“Oh, fader, vy don’t dey some oder ghel find,

To ride mit dem fellers? I don’t feel inclined;

De vay day driyés de buggy, it makes me feel yeak, .
Un I vanis to get married mit Hans Dunder next veek.”

Den her fader got mad un he shvear his “ gott dam!”

She never must.marry mit any young man. Fail:
“Tf you love dis Hans Dunder, you may. go take-his baga;
Mit his hooks, un his paskets, un go gadder rags.”

Katarina now back to do kitchen she ran,

Saying, “I'll eat up mine preakfast 80 fast vot I can;
Den I'll dravel avay, asb I can’t been his vife ;”

But dat vas de vay dat she losed her life!

For as she yas eating a hig, Bolony sassage,
Itshtick’t in her troat, un it shtop’d up de passage ;
_ She tried for to breath, but by greef ofercome, .
Her head it reel’d round, un she fall’d very dumb,

Now Hans Dunder he heppen’d to valk in the door;
He seed his Katarina lying dead on the floor ;

A big Bolony sassagé vas lying by her side, » «i
Says Hans ‘‘I pe tam, ’tvas mit this ting she died.”

Morz-Arx!

Now all you young vummins, votefer you do, ’

- Deo’t let dat Hans Dunde~ shpeak somedings mit you,
Un all you young fellers, ven you courts in de

‘Dink of Hans un Katarina a de big Bolony sessage,

 
 

To the West!

he

To the West! to the West! to the land of the free,
‘Where the mighty Missouri rolls down to the sea;
Where a man is a man, if he is willing te toil,

And the humblest may gather the fruits of the soil ;
Where children are blessings, and he who hath most,
Has aid to his fortune, and riches to boast ; ;
Where the young may exult, and the aged may rest,
Away, far away, to the land of the West.

CHORUS.

To the West! to the West! to the land ofthe free,
Where the mighty Missouri rolls down to the sea;
Where the young may exult, and the aged may rest,
Away, far away, to the land of the West.

To the West! to the West! where the rivers that flow,
Run thousands of miles, sparkling out as they go;

Where the green waving forests shall echo our cak,

As wide as old England, and free to us all;

Where the prairies, like seas where the billows have roll’&
Are broad as the kingdoms and empires of old ;

And the lakes are oceans in storms or in rest—

- Away, far away, to the land of the West.

To the West! to the West, &.

To the West! to the West! there is wealth to be wom;
A forest to clear is the work to be done ;

We'll try it—we’ll do it—and never despair,

While there’s light in the sunshine, or life in the air;
The bold independence that labor shall buy,

Shall strengthen our hearts, and forbid us to sigh;
Away, far away, let us hope for the best,

¥or a home is a home, in the land of the West,

To the West! to the West, do.

 
 

ee ———

_ Yo the West! to the West, I once went, do you see,
_ And one visit, I’m sure, was sufficient for me;
_ Oh, the things that I saw there, they frighten’d me quite,
And ever siuce then, sirs, I’ve scarcely been right. :
My children got sick every day, sirs, almost,

_ And my wife took the cliills, and got deaf as a post;
Qh, there’s some may exult, but for me, sirs, I’m bless’
_ TéI haven’t as much as I want of the West

To the West! to the West, &.

_ To the West! to the West! where the rivers that flow,
Are full of great big alligators, you know ;
Where the snakes in the forest make you feel precieus queer.
And you don’t see a bar-room not twice in a yeas,

_ And if ’cross the prairie you happen to go, -
You’re sure to be toss’d by some wild buffalo;
Where the lakes are like children—they’re never at rost,
*Pon my word, sirs, I soon had enough of the Wests

To the West to the West, &e.

At the West they told me there was wealth to be won,
The forest to clear, was the work to be done;

I tried it—couldn’t do it—guv it up in despair,

And just see if you'll ever again catch me there,

The little snug farm I expected to buy,

I quickly discover’d was just ail in my eye;

I came back like a streak—you may go—but ’m bh 4
If you'll ever again, sirs, catch me at the West,

To the West! to the West, &,

 
 

Lillie Bell. |

Gepied by permission of Firrn, Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, owners
: of the copyright,

On the grave near massa’s dwelling,
You remember, darkies, well,’ ”

Stands a svone, so silent, telling

“Where sleeps gentle Lillie Bell;

Where, in spring, the tall bananas

"' To the winds their branches wave,

Guarditig ‘well from every danger
Gentle Lillie’s lonely grave.’

s

CHORUS.
Oh, Lillie! long-lost Lillie!
To thy graye amid the dell
Our hearts are sadly turning,
Gentle Lilie, Lillie Bell,

Oh! darkies, how my heart is yearning,
Once to see that grave again;

Memory backward quickly turning,

_ Frees my breast from presént pain,

But those days have gone forever—
Lost beneath life’s angry wave ;

I weep no more ; my heart is buried
With my Lillie in her grave.
~ Ohorus.—Oh, Lillie! &.

*Twas last eve I saw her beckon,

Far up’in the azure sky,
Bidding me to quickly hasten

To her new-found home on high,
Then, darkies, take me quickly, take mas

Where the tall bananas wave ; r
For my heart will cease its sighing

Near my Lillie’s lonely grave.

Chorns.—Oh, Lillie! &e,

 
 

We Miss Thee at Home "

We miss thee at home, yes, we miss thee,
Since the hour we bade thee adieu ;

And prayers have encircled thy pathway,
From anxious hearts loving and true,

That the Savior would guide and protect thee,
As far from the loved ones you roam, —

And whisper, whene’er thou wert saddened,
“They miss thee, all miss thee at home.”

When morning awakes us from slumber,
We catch from the lips the first kiss,
And fold in a wandering zephyr,
To be wafted to him whom we miss;
And when we have joined the “ home circle,”
And replaced the still vacant chair,
In each eye rose the gathering tear-drop,
For him we were wont to see there.
The shadows of evening are fallng—
Oh, where is the wanderer now
The breeze that floats lightly around me,

Perchance may soon visit his brow;
Oh, bear on thy bosom a message,

We are watching, oh, why wilt thou roam?
The heart has grown sad and dejected,

For we miss thee, all miss thee at home.

 

The Indian Hunter.

Let me go to my home in the far distant West,

To the scenes of my youth, thet I like the best;

Where the tall cedars are, and the bright waters flow,
Where my parents will greet me—white man, let me go,

Let me go to the spot where the cataract Mays,
Where oft I have sported in my boyish days;
There is my poor mother, whose heart will o’erflow
At the sight of her child—oh, there ict me go.

_ Let me go to the hills and the valleys so fair,
Where oft I have breathed my own mountain air;
Av 1 where through the forest, with quiver and bow,
I? ave chased the wild deer—ob, there les me go.

 
 

Let me go to my father, by whose valiant side,

I have sported so oft in the height of my pride,
And exulted to conquer the insolent foe—"

To my father, that chiefiain—oh, there let me go.

And, oh, let me go to my dark-eyed maid,
Who taught me to love bencath the willow shade;

Whose heart’s like the fawn’s, and as pure as the srew
And she loves her dear Indian—to her let me go.

- And, oh, let me go to my fair forest home,
And never again will 1 wish to roam;
And there let my body in ashes lie low—
To that scene in the forest, white man, let me go.

 

\

Ettie May.

_ Oopied by permission of Wm. Hart & Son, Music Publiai
643 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright.
‘In beauty gleamed the moon last night,
And brightly star lamps shone,
The wind among the linden trees
Made music sad and lone;
The shadows of the firelight danced
’~ Like sprites upon the floor,
As moon aud star ray gently fell,
Around the cottage door ;
With breathings hushed we sat around
The conch where Ettie lay,
And wept that one so beautiful,
So soon must pass away.

She wore within her golden hair
A mesh of changeful light,

And mingled with her dark eyes’ sheen
Were spirit’s gleams last night ;

Upon their light and viewless wings,
The angels downward came,

And stole within the cottage door,
And quenched our loye-light flame;

So quiet were her slumbers sweet
Un yester eventide,

We thought her dying when she slept,
And sleeping, when she died.

 
 

——_—0

I’m lonesome since I cross’d the hills
And o’er the moor that’s sedgy ;

With heavy thoughts my mind is fill’d,
Since I parted with Peggy.

Whene’er I turn to view the place,
The tears doth fall and blind me,
When I think on the charming grace
Of the girl I left behind me. I

The hours I remember well,
When next to see doth move me,
The burning flames my heart doth to%,
Since first she own’d she loved me.

In search of sume one fair and gay,
Several doth remind me ;

I know my darling loves me well,
Though I left her behind me.

The bees shall lavish, make no store,
And the dove become a ranger,

The fallen water cease to roar,
Before Pll ever change her.

Each mutual promise faithful made,
By her whose tears doth blind ma,

And bless the hours I pass away,
With the girl I left behind me.

My mind her image full retains,
Whether asleep or awaken’d;

T hope to see my jewel again,
For her my heart is breaking.

But if ever. do go that way,
And she has not resign’d me,

Tl reconcile my mind and stay
rem se girl I left behind nre,,

 
 

The Fireman's Death.

He slept, and o’er his dauntless brow
A shade of sorrow stole,
As though some scene of deep distress,
_ Was busy with his soul.
When suddenly the dread alarm,
Oame ringing shrill and clear,
Cleaving the night air, till it struck
Upon his startled ear.
CHORUS.
He bounded up: his practised.eye,
Was turn’d upon the lurid sky, i
Lit by the flames, which.mounting higher,
Soon clothed the night in arobe of fire.

With lightning speed he reach’d the scene
Oh! what a sight was there!

AA mother stood amid the flames,
And shriek’d in wild despair!

Her arms around her frighten’d babe
Where thrown with frenzied clasp,

As though she fear’d the fire-fiend
Would tear it from her grasp.

With helmet turn’d, through fire and smoke,
‘The gallant fellow fearless broke ;

He saved them both} but ah! his life

_. Was lost in the unequal strife. ‘

Now in sweet Greenwood’s peaceful shade
The noble hero sleeps, t acl

And o’er his grave full many a friena,
In silent sorrow sweeps,

A monument erected there
Is pointed to,with pride;
By those with whom he ofteu fought
The fire, side byside,, 52 Se
Sweet flow’rs exhale their fragrant breath
Where now he, peaceful:sleepsin death -
And tress their. spreading branches wave,
Above his solemn Greenwood gfave

 
 

‘The Fireman’s Boy.
———————— 6 a ___—_
Mother, look out and see that light—
How red i¢ makes the sky +
‘Oh, ’tis a grand though fearful sight!
See how the bright sparks fly f

it is a honse on fire, my son,—
An agonizing sight ;

It serves to make more deep ‘the gloom
That haunts.my soul to-night.

Mother, what dreadful noise is that,
Which thunders o’er the pave?

‘Who are those men in pretty caps
And shirts of red, so brave?

"Tis the heavy engines, son, that make
The deafening noise you hear;

‘Those gallant men with pretty hats
Are firemen brave, my dear.

‘Oh, were my father but alive,
Would you not, mother, try

To make him be a fireman ‘too?

But, ah! why do you-cry ?

L would not chill the sunny glow
That nestles in thy breast,

Nor have thy little heart to know
The pangs which mine oppress.

Nay, mother, pray confide to me
he griefs which wring thy heart
im sure [ do not wish to be
More happy’than thou art.

God bleas thee, boy ; f can but weep
Yet "tis with mingled joy,

To think how like thy father’s self
Thou art, my noble boy?

He was a fireman, gallant, brave,
As ever grasp’d a robe 5

A nobler tieart née"er beat to save
The sufferer yoid of hobe.

One stormy night, the deep-toned beR,
The firemen summon’d forth

To duty ; buf, alas he fell,
My dearest hope on earth.

He tearless rush’d through smoke and flame
To save a hapless child, 3
Whose fearful screams he heard amid.
The din and storm so wild.
2

Bo.8

 
 

f

His brave companions: brought him forth,
And many a manly tear

Coursed down their blacken’d cheeks,
And fell upon a fireman’s: bier.

"Mid Greenwood’s-eonsecrated bloom,
The drooping willow weeps.

Hts dewy tear, beside the tomb
Where thy brave father sleeps.

Oh, ’twere a noble death to die I
My heart swells: big with pride f
LES  E weep, yet proud am E

To think how father died.

LI wish that I were-but a man,
In firemen’srig I'd dress

* Hurrah, my boys, don’t lag apes,
As loudly as the rest.

What though ? et my father’s fate?
Tamsure 3 could not die

Bn nobler eause, nor half so great :
But, mother, donot ery.

God bless thee, boy f and ever may
Untarnish’d be thy name ;

Let cowards skulk, erave thou a way
That leads-to endless fame,

‘Tis.winter now, but when the spring
Returns; my boy shall go

With me where wild birds sweetly sing,
And fragrant flowers grow.

To-morrow f will give thee seed
Of flowers choice to save ;

And when we go to Greenwood, plant -
Them round the fireman’s.grave.

2 gore. to-see thee, mother, look
o very pale and worn ;
E would Ieould restore the rose:
Grief from thy cheek has torn,

a often, when so lovingly,
ou. kiss. mein my bed,
x a eS cctte sleep, and dream:
I see my mother dead.

Sut my heart shal? bless the fremem,
Stomuios hold his name,
¥t proud! pone emblazon’d be
Coe seroll of fame.

 
 

Song of the Ficcomotive.
‘Beware! beware! for I comé in my might,
wee a goin oe a wort of oes Sai
ith a speed like the mountain eagle’s flight,
When he-ridek the breezé of Or
Avaunt! avaunt! for T heed ‘you not,
Nor pause for the cry of pain ;
I rejoice o’er the slaughter my wheels have wrought,
_ And Tlaugh atthe tangled ‘slain.

Away—away—o’er valley, plain’

I sweep by with a’voice of wrath 5°
ln a‘fleéey' cloud I wrap nity train;

As I tread my iron path.

bowels‘are fire, and-my atm is-stecl, ,
breath is a rolling ‘cloud : =
And my vvize peels out as T onward wheel,
Like cne thunder rolling loud,

All day; ali day; do my sinews play,
When the a bright rays ca wait »

At the midnight hour f fly on my, way,
Like a death-fiend howling past. .

T bear the wealth of a thousand ‘climes,
The spoils of 'a briny sea,

The produce of lands where the church-belis:chime,
And the gold of the dark Caffree:

- [roar on the beach of the roaring deep,, __
Where the sea-shells’ touch my erheelés ,
Through the desert land with a how! 'T sweep;
_ And the yellow harvest fields.

I speed through the city’s busy streets,
ere the thronging crowds,are found. —
Who fly at the sound of my iron feet,
Liikethe hare at the baying hound.

I traverse the regions of burning heat, |

The Equator hears my scream;
And I breathe the silence of winter's retreat,
| Where the glittering snow-fields gleam.

. The wild Beasts fly when my voice they heat
Through the sounding forest ring
_ And the sons of men ‘stand mute with fear,
Pe Of eatth Pam the king.~ ob 4,

 
 

  

36

 
 

 

Lager Bier Song.
ete Os
Now, ladies and gentlemen, just in time,
—Swilly, willy, wink um boom,
To come and listen to mine rhyme,
Chorus—Swilly, willy, wink um boom.
My clothes is made of cash-e-mere,
Chorus—Swilly, willy, winkum, hire saw,
By dam, I likes mine lager bier,
Chorus—Swilly,, wills winkum boom,
"Phorws.—Ri tu re an na, tu re an na,
Swilly, willy, winkum, hire a saw,
Ri tu re an na, tu.re an na,
Swilly, willy, winkum boom.
One Dutchman he goes down for to Hetzel’s,
He call’d for lager bier and pretzels ;
Young Hetzel brings the man his lager,
He says, “My son, 1 pay your fader.”
Now dis Dutchman was one very big bear,
He call’d for brote and Switzer kase;
And when he did his Switzer gizzle,
He thought that it was time for to mizale,
De barkeeper say, “ Pay for your ram.”
And den dat Dutchman. tried to run ;
De barkeeper let dat Dutchman fall,
You ought to hear dat Dutchman squalk.

Dis Dutchman he begins and blows,

And de barkeeper hit him one in de nose,
He say, “ Why don’t you pay your gruh?”
And he ramm’d his head in a big slop-tub.
Dey took dat. Dutchman. to his frow,.

And she called him one drunken sow;
Dat Dutchman he did curse and dam,

And she broke his head mit a big tin pam.
They sent out for one cow doctor,

And he said, “ Mine very dear Dutch sir,
Of all de sick men you is de vurst,

You drink so much bier, by dam, you burst.”
Dey took dat Dutchman. up. to. bed,.

By dam, dat Dutchman he go: dead:;

Dey took and cut him up in slats,

Dey said he’d: be good. to poison rats.

And now, good folks, my song is. done,

T hope dat Te offended none ;-

We lay our lager on de shelf,

Hf you want any more, you may sing it your

 

  
 

The Old Whiskey Jug ©

ro

We're anchor’d by the roadside, Jim,
Where oft we’ve sat before, j
When you and I were weary, Jim,
When we were half seas-o’er ; *
When the bright full moon in splendor, Jim, _-
Shone down on you and J,
And the little stars kept winkin’, Jim,
As we drank the old jug dry,

Ah! those were happy days, Jim,
Those good old days of yore—

When Rockwood kept the tavern, Jim,
And Potter own’d the store ;

When whiskey ran as freely, Jim,
As water in the brook,

And good men for their stomach’s sake
Their morning bitters took.

But times have changed since then, Jim,
And men have alter’d, too—

And some have undertaken, Jim,
To put rumsellers through :

They say that whiskey’s poison, Jim,
And many graves has dug:

That scores of snakes and devils, Jim,
Are in our good old jug.

Who cares for all such prattle, Jim,
To them it may be sense—

We'll lay when we’re a mind to, Jim,
Beneath the old rail fence;

This stuff they call cold water, Jim,
Won’t. do for you and 1;

We'll pull the cork at leisure, Jim,,
And drink the old jug dry;

Na

 
 

Give ’em String and let ’em
‘Went.

Oe

Life is but a span of hors
One is Age, the other Prime;
Up.and down the hill our course is 5
“Go in, ponies, make your time.’
Boyhood flies the whip of pleasure,
outhful folly gives a stroke ;
Manhood goads them at his leisure;
“Let ’em rip—they’e tough as oak,”
“Hi, yo! there : the stakes we’ll pocket ;
To the winds let them be sent:
Time: 2 40—whip in socket ;
Give ’em string and let ’em went.”

On the sunny road to fifty,

Prime is drown’d in Lethe’s stream ;
Age is left old and unthrifty ;

ife then proves a “one horse team.”

Age jogs on, grows quite unsteady, |

Reels and slackens in his pace,
Kicks the bucket, always ready,

Gives it up—Death wins the race.

‘

Go it while You’re Young.

——_-_—< 6—————__

Money’s scarce they say, and very well we know it,
Then surely the best way, is while you’re young to goit;
The banks are all flat broke, their rags are good for naught,
The specie’s all bespoke, then certainly you ought to—
Go it while you’re young,
For when you're old you can’t,
Let'scandal hold her tongue
And bid dull care avaunt.

Now single men get wives, the States may soldiers need,
There’s plenty to be had, if parties are agreed :
Learn them all to shoot, to them it will be sport,
Say you're fathers fought before, then certainly you ought te—
Go it while you're young, &e ;

-Youth’s the time for pleasure, life is but a span,
we. a treasure, seize it while you can,
Old men couldn’t go it, were they to be hung,

' Their looks and actions show it—then
é rt ; Go it while you're young, &o. |

 
 

Pop Goes the Weasel.
——— 0 ———_—___—_.
Queen Victoria is very sick,
Napoleon’s got the measles,
Sebastopol’s not taken yet ;
Pop goes the weasel ,

CHORUS.
All around the cobbler’s bench,
The monkey chased the weasel ;
The priest, he kiss’d the cobbler’s wife; _
Pop went the weasel,

A penny for a ball of thread,
A penny for a needle,
That’s the way the money goes;
Pop goes the weasel.
All around, &e.

My wife, she is awful sick,
The baby’s got the measles,
Sally’s got the hooping-cough ;
Pop goes the weasel.
All around é&e,

Johnny Bull, he makes his brag,
He can whip the whole creation,
Why don’t he take Sebastopol,
By Pop goes the weasel.
All around, &c.

Mayor Wood has put the rumsellers through,
The Maine Law’s a sad evil,
We cannot get our toddy now ;
Pop goes the weasel.
All around, &e.

 
 

Lather and Shave.

It was in this city, not far from this spot,

Where a barber he opened a snug little shop;

He was silent and sad, but his smilé was so sweet,

That he pulled every body right out of the street.
With his lather and shave ’em, lathor and shave em,
Lather and shave em, frizzle ’em bum.

One horrid bad custom he thought he would stop,
That no one for credit should come to his shop ;
So he got him a razor full of notches and rust,

To shave the poor devils who come there for trust.
; With his lather and shave, &c.

One day a poor Irishman passed by that way,
Whose beard had been growing for many a day ;
_ He looked at the barber, and he put down his hod,
“ Will you trust me a shave for the pure love 0’ God ”
With your lather and shave, &c.

 

** Walk in,” says the barber, ‘‘ sit down in that chair,
Pll soon mow your beard off rignt down to a hair.”

So his lather he spread over Paddy’s big chin,
And with his “trust” rasor to shave did begin.
With his lather and shave, &c.

“ Och, murder !” says Paddy, “now what are you doin’?

Leave off wid yer tricks, or my jaws you will ruin,

Faith, now how. would you like to be shaved wid a saw ?

Be the powers, you’ll pull every tooth out o’ me jaw.”
With your lather and shave, &.

« Sit still,” says the barber, “and don’t make a din,
With your moving your jaws, I'll be cutting your chin,”
“ Not cut but sawed, och, that razor you’ve got,
Sure it wouldn’t cut butter, if it wasn’t made hot.

With your lather and shave, &c.

* Now lave off yer tricks, and don’t shave any more,”
And Paddy he bolted straight out of the door,
Urying, “ Ye may lather and shave all Les friends till yer mom
But, be jabers, I’d rather be shaved wid a brick.”
With your lather and shave, &.

Not long after that Pat was passing the door,

When a jackass he set up a terrible roar ;

“Och murther,” says Paddy, “jist list to yon kmava,
- He's given some poor divil a ‘love o’ God shave.’’
oi With his lather and shave, &.

Z

 
 

Few Days.

This world is coming to an end, few days—few days

Pll crack my shins, my jacket rend—I’m gwine home!
I’m gwine to run clear out of sight, few days—few days;
And leave these naughty diggins quite; I’m gwine home!

OHORUS,

For I’ve got a home out yonder, few days—few days!

I’ve got a home out yonder, in old Tennessee.
And I can’t stay in these diggins, few days—few days!
Can’t stay in these diggins, I’m gwine home.

They tell about Maine Liquor Law, ‘few days—few days ;
It makes the folks get drunk the more; I’m gwine home.
Nebraska’s gwine to be a State, few days—few days;
Cuba too will come in late; I’m gwine home.

For I’ve got a home out yonder, &c.

Every thing is done by steam, few days—few days ;

Leather taffy, chalk ice-cream—I’m gwine home.

Boys wears beards, and women too, few days—few days ;

Though all things change there’s nothing new, I’m gwine
home.

For I’ve got a home out yonder, &.

The Shanghai fowls, how tall they grow, few days—few days,

That people can not hear them crow; I’m gwine home.

When guano’s put on gudgeon’s tails, few days—few days;
, They grow to be as big as whales ; I’m gwine home. ;
For Pve got a home out yonder, &c. * i

There’s sin and folly everywhere, few days—few days ;
Enough to make old satan Stare: I’m gwine home.

Tll sing my parting song once more, few days—few days ;
/And then I'll pass o’er Jordan’s shore ; I'm gwine home.

For I’ve got a home out yonder, &c

 
 

The Other Side of J ordan. |

"David had-a banjo, and he kept it strung,
And he ’ranged the music accordin’—

Then he play’d a tune, call’d ‘‘ Goit while you’re young,”
_ And they dance it on other side of Jordan.

So I pull’d off my coat, and roll’d up my =
Jordan’s a hard road to trabble ;

So I pull’d off my coat, and roll’d up my sleeve;
Jordan’s a hard road to trabble I b'lieve,

_ David and Goliah, they went out to fight,

Old Father Miller went out to part ’em;
He up with a stone, hit David on the shiny
And itlanded on t’other side of Jordan.

Den pull off your coat, &e.

The M. P’s came, and they took ’em up,
But the Mayor gave them their pardon ;
They both shook hands and said they'd agree,
And settle on the other side of Jordan,

Den pull off your coat, &.

Oh, de Cod-Fish Question, it made a mighty talk,
"Twas a subject that we nebber said a word on,

But when John Bull got sassy, de Yankees made him walk,
_ And day drobe’him to the other side of Jordan,

So I pull’d off my coat, &e.

Dere’s Poor Uncle Tom, and de Old Folks at Home,
Am de songs dat all ob you hab heard on,

But the greatest song ob all, dat will hab the greatest run,
Is de song about de other side of Jordan.

So I pull’d off my coat &e,

 
 

Jordan is a Hard Roed to
Travel.

Scrat...
Df all the banjo songs that have been sung of late, _
There is none that is now so often call’d on,
As the one I sing myself, and apply it to the times,
Tvs called: “On the Other Side of Jordan.”

CHORUS.
So I pull’d off my coat, and roll’d up my sleeve,
Jordan’s a hard road to trabble ;

So I pull’d of my coat and roll’d up my sleeve,
Jordon’s a hard road to trabble, I believe.

Around the Crystal Palace there are a great many shows,
Where all the country greenhorns are drawn in— t
There are snakes and alligators, mammoth mules and big
*taters
That were raised on the other side of Jordan.

The Sovereign of the Seas, she went to Liverpool,
In less than fourteen days, too, accordin’,

Johnny Bull he wiped his eyes, and looked with surprise,
At this clipper from the Yankee side of Jordan,

The ladies of England haye sent a big address
About slavery, and all its horrors, accordin’,

They had better look at home, to their.own white slaves,
That are starving on the English side of Jordan,

hey: have got a bearded lady down at Barnum’s show,
And lots of pictures outside, accordin’

$he’s going to take her eye-lashes for a pair of mustaches,

- For to trabble on the other side of Jordan,

The Duchess of Sutherland, she keeps the Stafford House,
The place where the “‘ Black Swan” is boardin ;

At a musical party, they ask’d for a song,
And she gave them—On the other side of Jordan,

Our great father, Washington, he was a mighty man,
And all the Yankees do their fighting accordin’,
Thay will raise the flag of freedom wherever they can,
Till they plant it on the other side of Jordan.
Ltake off my coat, &c.

7;

 
   

   

44

 

Unhappy Jeremiah.

I'd often heard of married life, of pleasures without equal,
So I resolved to take a wife, but only mark the sequel.
But while my sorrows I relate, don’t try to raise my ira,
For oh, }’ve often cursed the fate of unhappy Jeremiah.

I courted Jane, the milliner, her parents were my betters,

But soon I had enough of her, when fast bound in wedlock fetters.
For we had a boarder of our own, a man she did admire,

And oft with him she’d be alone in spite of Jeremiah.

Remonstrating was all in vain, she'd always be my master,
And if I tried to stop her tongue, ’twas sure to run the faster,
One day she ask’d this man to tea, she told me to retire,

I left her sitting on his knee, what a treat for Jeremiah |

Now we had two children of our own, and oft I had to mind ’em,
And when she walk'd with other men, I had to walk behind ’em,
But what is more to my disgrace, oh, lord, I feel on fire,
The children didn’t look in the face a bit like Jeremiah.

Oh, I'd been to work quite hard one day, when to my home returning,
I found my wife bad ran away, and all my offers spurning.
Of reason I[ was near bereft, folks thought I would expire,
For oh, she took the goods and left the brats for Jeremia

 

Happy Hezekiah.

Old Jeremiah you have heard so oft relate his troubles,
He told that married life was nothing but @ bubble.

Now to confute this calumny, it is my heart’s desire,
So list you while I sing the luck of happy Hezekiah,

My wife she was no milliner, or any other trade, sir.

But) was what J ne’er blush to own, a charming servant-maid, sir.
I courted her, "twas in a house, where she used to build the fires,
And l’ve ne’er had cause to curse the day she first was Hezekiah’s

{ ne’er hay cause for jealousy, I neveer take home codgers,

And what is more, I ne’er take in any single young men lodgara,
Falways do go home to tea, then draw up to the fire,

My wife she reads, or mends the coat of happy Hezekiah.

My wife and I we ne’er fall out, we love each othea dearly,

And of affections ’tisa fact, a pledge is sent us yearly.

And what adds more unto the joy, which a parent should inspire
The children are the image of their father, Hezekiah.

 

We four dear children now have got, and do expect another,

the boys myself I do bring up, the girls I leave to their mother.
Thus with the children and my wife, my own, my loved Sophia,
So pleasantly doth pass the life of happy Hezekiah,

 
 

My Girl with the Calico
Dress.

eo

A fig for your upper-ten girls,
With their velvets, and satins, and laces, _
Their diamonds, and rubies, ‘and pearls,
And their millincr figures and faces!
They may shine at ‘a party or ball,
Emblazon’d with half they possess,
But give me in place of them all,
My girl with the calico dress,

She is plump as a partridge, and fair

As the rose in its earliest bloom;
Her teeth will with ivory compare,

And her breath with the clover perfume,
Her step is as free and as light,

As the fawns whom the hunters hard press,
And her eyes are as soft and as bright,

My girl with the calico dress.

Your dandies and foplings may sneer,
At her simple and modest attire,

But the charm she permits to appear,
Would set the whole iceberg on fire t

Phe can dance—but she never allows
The hugging, the squeeze, and caress,

She is saving all these for her spouse,
My girl with the calico dress.

Bhe is cheerful, warm-hearted, and true,
And kind to her father and mother ;
She studies how much she can do
For her sweet little sister and brother,
{f you want a companion for life,
To comfort, enliven, and bless,
6he is just the right sort for a wife,
My girl with the calico dress,

 
 

‘My Poor Dog Tray.

ee D0 — em

On the green, banks, of Shannon, when, Shela was nigh,
No blythe Irish lad was.so happy, as I,

No harp like my-own could so cheerily. play,

And wherever 1 went, was my; poor dog Tray,

' When, at last, I was forced! from my. Shelab to part,
She said—while the sorrow was big in her heart,—
_ “Oh, remember your Shelah, whem farydar away;
And be kind, my dear Pat, to my poor dog Tray.”

Poor deg; he was faithfal-and kind, to besure ;

And he coustantly Joved me, although E was poor,
Wher the sour-looking folks sent me heartless away.
f had always a friend in my poor dog Tray.

When the read was so, dark, and the night was so eold,
And Pat and his deg were grown weary and old,

- How snugly we slept in my old eat of gray,

_ dnd he liek’d me for kindness—my poor dog Tray.

‘Though my, .wallet, was scant,. I remember'd his-case,
Nor refused my Jast.erust to. his, pitifal face ;

But he died at my feet on a cold winter's day,

Aad T play’d a lament for my poor dog Tray.

-. Where now shall I.ge—peor, forsaken, and blind?
- an I find one to guide me so faithful and kind?
To my sweet native village so far, far away,
 Geanne’er more return with my poor dog Tray.

 
 

Ten o’Clocks; or, RRemem-=-
ber, Love, Remember.

Copied hy permission of Firtu, Pon & Co., 547 Broadway, owners
, of the copyright. :

*T was ten o’clock one moonlight night,
I ever shall remember,
When every star shone twinkling bright,
In frosty dark December; .
When at the window, tap, tap, tap,
heard a certain well-known rap,
And with these words most clear,
“ Remember, ten o’clock, my dear, —
Remember, love, remember,”

My mother dozed before the fire,
My dad his pipe was: smoking,
I dare not for a word retire,
And was not that provoking ?
At length the old folks fell asleep,
I then my promised word to keep,
And for his absence did denote,
He on the window shutters wrote,
“ Remember, love, remember.”

And did I heed-a treat so sweet ?

Oh, yes! and mark the: warning,
He said at church we were to meet,

At ten o’clock next morning ;
And then we meet no more to part,
To twine for ever hand and heart ;
And since that day in wedlock join’d, -
The window shutters’ bring to mind,

“ Remember, love, remember,”

 
 

Kitty Kimo.

Copied by permission of Wu. Hatt & Son, 543 Broadway, N. ¢. a
owners: of the copyright

Dar was a frog lived in a spring,
sing song, Polly, won’t you ki me, oh?
| He bad such a cold dat he could not sing,
Sing song; Polly, won’t you ki’ me, oh?
F pull’d him out and. frow’d him on de ground,
Sing song, Polly, won’t you ki’ me, oh?
Old frog he bounced and run around,
ie Sing song, Polly, won’t you ki? me, oh ?
CHORUS.
Camo kimo, daro, war, my high, my ho, my rumsti-pum
stididdle,
Soot bag, pidly-winckem, linck ’em, nip cat,
_ ing song, Polly, won’t you ki? me, oh ?

tf

Milk in de dairy, nine days old,
Sing song, &e.

Rats and —, are getting bold,

ing song, ec.

A long-tail’d rat in a bucket of souse,
Sing song, &c.

Just come from de white folks” house,
Sing song, &c.

In South Carolina the niggers grow,
Sing song, &c.

If de white man only plant his toe
Sing song, &e.

Water de ground with ’bacca smoke,
Sing song, dc.

‘And up de nigger’s head will poke,
Sing song, &c.

Way down South—in Cedar-street.
Sing song, Xe,

_ Dar’s where de niggers grow ten feet,
Sing song, &c.

Dey go to bed, but ’taint no use,
Sing song, &e,

“Davi feet hang out for a chicken’s all
- Sing song, Xe. ;

 
 

The Boys of Kilkenny.

Oh, the boys of Kilkenny are brave roaring blades,
And if ever they meet with the nice little maids,

They'll kiss them and coax them, and spend their

_ money free,
Of all the towns in Ireland, Kilkenny for me.

In the town of Kilkenny there runs a clear strame,
In the town of Kilkenny there lives a pretty dame,
Her lips are like roses and her mouth much the
same. :
Like a dish of fresh strawberries smother’d in
crame.

Her eyes rre as black as Kilkenny’s large coal, _
Which through my poor bosom has burnt a large
hole ;
Her mind, like its river, is mild, clear, and pure,
But her heart is more hard than its marble I’m
sure,

Kilkenny’s a pretty town and shines where itstands,

And the more I think of it the more my heart
warms ;

If I was at Kilkenny, I should then be at home,

For there I got sweethearts but here can get none.

Pll build my love a castle on Kilkenny’s free
_.. ground ;

Neither lords, dukes, nor squires shall e’er pull it”

; down ; :

And if any one shouid ask you to tell him my

name, : t
Tam an Irish exile, and from Kilkenny I came, __

 
 

The Emigrant’s Farewell.

= ee ees feo

Pm leaving you at last; Mary, and all I love behind,

But sure ’tis for your sake I go, a better land to find

{ go to that young isle, Mary, where anger is unknown,

And the children of our widow’d land are cherish’d as her
\ own,

Perhaps in after years I'll come, unchanged to you again,
And if J wina golden store, I'll not forget you then.
The peasant’s lowly lot, Mary, I would not have you share,
Altho’ I’m sure you'd bear with me life’s sorrows anywhere.

_ How happy I had been, Mary, in all that nature will’d,
'. My cabin by the mountain side, and the ground my father
5 till’d

But the landlord with the bailiff came, the’poor man’s bitter
; foe, a
And he cast me out to live or die, as God should willit so

{ would not live in Ireland now, for she’s a fallen land,
And the tyrant’s heel on her neck, with her reeking
; blood-stain’d hand. : .
Th 7s not a foot of Irish ground, but’s trodden down by
: slaves, ;
Who die unwept, and then are flung, like dogs, into their
graves,

My troubles make me grieve, Mary, and {I often wish to die,

And I long to find the green churchyard where all my
kindred lie.

"Tis pleasant: wpe the heart is breke, to sleep beneath the

ust, ;
_ But still hope on for better days, and place in God my trust. —

I’m leaving you, my Mary dear, they’re painful words to
ats speak,
_ My last embrace I'm taking now, and my lips are on yout
tag _ cheek, ; :
ie The parting hour is drawing near, and the sails wave in the

: - wind, ; 3
Dh; fold'me closer to your breast, Tilleave yousoon behind —

.

 
 

Hail Columbia.

Hail Columbia, happy land! hail, ye heroes, heaven-born band 5
Who fought and bled in Freedom’s cause,
Who fought and bled in Freedom’s cause,
And when the storm of war wag goue, enjoyed the peace your et
won,
Let independence b3 our boast, ever mindful what it cost ;
Ever grateful for the prize, let ‘ity altar reach the skies.

CHORUS.

Firm, united, let ns be, rallying round our liberty ;
As a band of brothers joined, peace and safety we shall find,

Eg patriots, rise once more, defend. your rights, defend your
ore. ; ; ,

Let norude foe, with impious hand,

; Let no rude foe, with impious hand;

_ &nvade the shrine where sacred lies, of toil and, blood the weN-earned

i. prize.

_ While offering peace sincere and just, in heaven we place a manly trust,

_ That truth and justice will prevail, and every shame of bondage fail.

; Firm, united, let us be, &. :

: ~ Bound, seund the trump of fame! let WasHtnaTon’s greatname |
Ring through the world with loud applause,
Ring through the world with loud applause,

Let every elime to Freedom dear, listen with a joyful ear,

With equal skill and God-like-power, he govern’d in the fearful hour,

Of horrid war! or guides, with ease, the happier times of honest peace,
_ Firm united let usbe, &c,

: Behold seid chief who. now commands, again to serve his, country
stan

The rock on which the storm will beat,
The rock on which the storm will beat. 5,
‘But — a virtue firm and true, his hopes are fix’? on Heaven and

When hugs mas idoktng in dismay, and glooms obscured Columbia's

His stea. y mind from changes free, resolved on death or eee
Firm united let ua be, ke.

 
 

Whe Old Oaken Bucket
which Hung in the Well.

How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,
When fond recollection recalls them to view—

The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood,
And every loved spot which my infancy knew;

he wide-spreading pond, and the mill which stood by it,
The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell,

The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it,

The old oaken bucket—the iron-bound bucket—

The moss-cover’d bucket, which hung in the well.

That moss-cover’d vessel I hail as a treasure.

For often, at noon, when return’d from the field,
I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure,

The purest and sweetest that nature can yield;
How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing

And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell,
Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing,

And dripping with cooiness, it rose from the well-
The old oaken bucket—the iron-bound bucket—
The moss-cover’d bucket arose from the well,

. How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it,
As poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips:
Not.a full-blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it,
Though fill’d with the nectar that Jupiter sips.
And now far removed from the loved situation,
The tear of regret will intrusively swell,
Ag fancy revisits my father’s plantation,
_ And sighs for the bucket which hangs in his well—~
© The old oaken bucket—the iron-bound bucket—
- The moss‘cover’d bucket which hangs in his well—

 
 

Man the Life Boat.

Man the life boat! man the life boat!
Help! or yon ship is lost ;

Man the life boat, man the life boat,
See how she’s tempest-toss’d ;

No human power in such an hour,
The gallant bark can save,

_ Her mainmast’s gone, and hurrying on,

She seeks a watery grave.

Man the life boat! man the life boat!
See the dreadful signal flies ;

Ha! she has struck, and from the rock
Despairing shouts arise ; :

And one there stands and wrings his hands,
Amidst the tempest wild,

For on the beach he can not reach,
He sees his wife and child,

Life-saving ark! yon doomed bark
Immortal souls doth bear,

. Not gems, nor gold, nor wealth untold,
But men, brave men, are there!

Oh, rpeed the life boat, speed the life boat,
O God! their efforts crown!

She dashes on—the ship is gone
Full forty fathoms down,

Ah, see! the crew are struggling now,
Amidst the billows roar,

They’re in the boat, they’re all afloat,
Hurrab! they’ve gain’d the shore,
Bless the life boat, bless the life boat!

Oh, thow'lt hear our prayer,
Bless the life boat, bless the life boat!
No longer we'll despair.

 
 

Pretty J ane,

My prety da Jane, my pretty Jane,
meyer look, 80 shy,
But meet me in the evening,
While the bloom, the bloom is on the rye,
The spring is waning fast, my, love, :
The corn is in the ear,
The summer nights are coming, love,
The moon shines bright and clear.
Then pretty Jane, my dearest Jane,
Oh, never look so shy,
But meet me, meet me in the eveni &
When the bloom, the bloom is on the rye.

But name the day, the wedding-day,
And I will buy the ring,
The lads and maids in fayors white
Andthe «illage bells, the. village belis shall ring.
The spring is waning fast, my loye,
The cor. is in the ear,
The sumn er nights are coming, love,
The moon shines bright and clear.
Then pretty Jane, my dearestJane,
Ah, never look so shy,
But mee, me, weet me in the evening,
While the bloom, the bloom is on the rye.

Detling Jenny Bell.

The days are. me, when this.poor,darkey, must. weep,

For the one bat he used to love best,

Tho now lies isleep, in the dark {grave 80 deep,

And the sw +t flowers bloom o’er her breast.

_ She’s g ae to that land where the bright spirits gn,
She’! zone far away to dwell;
Shall I ever see the smile again

Of 1 - darling Jenny. Bell?

remember t e day when we walk’d side by side,
Away dow: in old Tennessee, '
was there! at I promised to make her my bride,
As we sat -neath the old-pine tree;
But pc ¢ she has gone to that bright land above,
Tn ; y and freedom to dwell,
Sha). never see the smile again
Or: y darling Jenny Bell?

 
 

Now I’m left ail alone in this wide world to roam,
*Midst the throng of the happy and free,
And not one left to love, at that one who has gone,
Aud now sleeps beneath the old pine-tree; .
But there is a land where the Roos darkeys go,
i heard sweet Jenny onée teil,
T'lk see you im that ha land above,
My darling Jenny Bell

 

ae)

The Gold Digger’s Latheat.

I am going far away from my creditors just now,

{ ain’t got the tin to pay ’em, and they’re kicking up s row;
There’sthe sheriff running after me with pockets full of writs,
And mytailor’s vowing vengeancé,he swearshe’ll givé me fits,
There’s _ room for speculation, and the mines ain’t worth

a flam, '

And I ain’t one of those lucky coves that works for Uncle Sam;
Whichever way I turn I am sure to meet a dun)

“So I think the best thing I can’ do, is’ just to cut'dnd run.”

I wish a “tarnal critters’ that wrote home about the
; ‘old, '
Was int the place the Scripturés say is never very cold ;
They tage you of the heaps of dust and lumps so véry big,
But they never said a single word how hard yow had to dis.
I went up to the mines and help’d' to’ turn a stream;
Got trusted on the strength of that delusive golden dream 1
But when the river was turn’d, we found it would not do,

- And we who damm’d the river our creditors did sue.

.

{ am going far away, but I don’t know where I’ll go,

_ 'I'wont do to turn homeward now, they’d laugh at me Lkaow

Foi I told them when I left, [ was going to make a pile.

But if be could only seé me now rather guess they’é
smilé.

If of these United States I was the President,

No man who owed another should ever-pay acent; _

Axd he who dunn’d anothér should be banish’d fat away, -

Fer attention to the pretty girls is all.a man should pay.

 
,

True Blue is the Color
for Me.

There are fifty fine colors that flaunt and flare,
All pleasant and gay to see,

But of all the fine colors that dance in the air,
True Blue’s the color for me.

True Blue is the color of good true love,
For it melts in woman’s eye,

True Blue is the color of heaven above,
For it beams in the azure sky

True Blue is the vest that Nature free
Has spread round the joyous earth,
True Blue is the hue of the dancing sea,

As it gave to beauty birth,

True Blue, it flows in the soft blue vein
Of a bosom that’s fair and true,

As the violet, soften’d by heaven’s own rain,
Is tinged with the heavenly hue.

True Blue, it is seen in the distant vale,
Where the fond hearts love to roam,

It curls in the smoke from the shelter’d dale,
As it guides the wanderer home,

True Blue hangs glorious over the wave,
From a thousand ships unfurl’d,

It clothes the breast of the Yankees brave,
As they bear it round the world.

And when the skies grow dark, and wild winds yell,
If he sees but a streak of blue,

The steersman is glad, for he knows all’s well,
And his guardian angel’s true, :

- Then let all the fine colors flaunt and flare .
_ All pleasant and gay to see,
True Blue’s the color alone to wear,
True Blue’s the color for me,

 
 

\

Jeannette and Jeannot.

- You are going far away, far away from poor Jeannette,
There is no one left to love me now, and you, too, may forget)
But my heart will be with you, wherever you may go,

Can you look me in the face and say the same, Jeannot?
When you wear the jacket red and the beautiful cockade,
Oh! I fear that you'll forget all the promises you made ;
With a gun upon your shoulder and your bayonet by your side,
You'll be oe some fair —_ and be making her your bride.
You'll be taking, dc. ;

Or, when glory leads the way, you’ll be madly rushing on,
Never thinking if they kill you that my = iness is gone ;
If you win the day, perhaps a general you’ tbe
Though I’m proud to think of that, what will become of me?
Oh! if [ were queen of France, or still better pope of Rome,
Td have no fighting men abroad, no weeping maids at home;
All the world be at peace, or if kings must show their might,
Why let them who make the quarre!s be the only men to fight.
Yes, let them, &c.

 

The Answer.

Jel GiGi tee

Cheer up! cheer up! my own Jeannette, though far away I go,
In all the changes I may see, I’ll be the same Jeannot;

And if I win both fame and gold, ah! be not so unkind,

To think I could forget you in the home I leave behind.
There’s not a lady in the land, and if she were a queen,
Could win my heart from you, Jeannette, so true as you have

been;

They must have gallant warriors, chance has cast the lot on me,

But, mind you, that this soldier, love, must no deserter be.
ut, mind, &c.

Why, since the world began, the surest road to fame,
Has been the field where men unknown might win themselves

a name.

And well I know the brightest eyes have all the brighter shone,

When looking at some warrior bold return’d from battles won,

And you’d put an end to deeds which ladies love so well,

And have no tales of valor left for history to tell ;

She soldier’s is a noble trade, Jeannette, then rail no more,

Were only kings themselves to fight, there’d be an end to war. —
Were only kings, &c. .

 
 

The Pirate’s Serenade.

Come, love, come, away with me,

My bark is on the glossy sea;

The moon is;bright, on ocean’s breast,
All, save the Pirate, are now at_rest.

See how she rides the crested foam,

To bear thee, love, to the Pirate's home;

Then fly, love, fly, do not delay,

We must be gone before to-morrow’s day.
. Come, love, come, etc,

I dare not:stay on this hallow’d Jand,
I,must away to my pirate band ;
They restless sit, all side by side,
To hail thee, love, as the Pirate’s Bride.
f Come, love, come, ete.

Though my voice is pong h—ep ! do not start,

‘For true and soft is the Pirate’s heart.

Thy bome shall be on some fairy land,

And tliou wilt be Queen of the Pirate's band.
Come, love, come. etc.

«Come, love, come—ah! why that stern brow—
She smiles, who so happy as the pirate now.

My arms will bear thee to “that thing of life,”
And this night thou must be the Pirate’s Wife.

 

A Sailor’s Life for Me,

“A home on the rolling deep—
A life on,the boundless sea!
Where the waters never sleep—
A sailor’s life for me!
Some dwell upon the land,
And say they love its hills, ;
Its grassy vales, its woods ani dales,
And its gently murmuring rills,

 
 

x

But give me the ocean’s roar—
The restless, rolling sea ;

L love not the listless shore—
A sailor’s life for me!

My foot on a firm-set plank ;

hen let the wild wind shout—
.I love to sweep o’er the foaming deep,

When the tempest-king is out.

Some love to list while the ladies sing,
Amid the festive crowd—
T love the music of the wind,
As it whistlés through the shroud.
Some love to urge the courser’s speed,
Swift as the wind to flee—
Hurrah! for a ride o’cr the rushing tide!
A race with the angry sea!
Oh! this is the life of the brave;
And this is the place of the free—-
A life on the ocean wave—
A-grave in the dark blue sea!

Uncle Ned.

I once new a darkéy, and his name was Uncle Ned,
Oh, he died long ago—long ago;

He had no hair on tire top df his head;
The place where the woul ought to grow.

CHORDS,

Lay down the shovel and the hoe,
Hang up the fiddie and the bow ;

For no more work for poor old Ned,
He’s gone where the good darkeys go.

Hie fingers, were long, like the cane in the brab
And lie had no eyes for to see; _

He had no tecth for to eat de hoe cake,
So he had to let the hoe cake be.

 

One cold frosty morning old Ned died;

_ ° Qh, the tears down massa’s face run like rain
_ For he. knew when Ned was laid in the groune

He’d nebber see his like again.

 
 

Woodman Spare that Tree.

Copied by permission of Firrn, Pox & Co. Co., 47 Broadwas Ns Yo. }
owners of the copyright. {

Woodman, spare that tree
Touch not a single bough,
In youth it shelter’d me,
And Pll protect it now ;
‘Twas my forefather’s hand
That placed it near his cot ;
There, woodman, let it stand,
Thy ax shall harm it not.

That old familiar tree,
Whose glory and renown
Are spread o’er land and sea,—
And wouldst thou hack it down ?
Woodman, forbear thy stroke!
Cut not its earth-bound ties;
Oh! spare that aged oak
Now towering to the skies!

When but an idle boy

I sought its grateful shade ;
In all their gushing joy,

Here, too, my sisters play’d.
My mother kiss’d me here ;

My father press’d my hand:
Forgive this foolish tear,

But let the old oak stand!

My heart-strings round thee cling,
Close as thy bark, old friend!
Here shall the wild birds sing,
And still thy branches bend.
Old tree! the storms still brave!
And, woodman, leave the spet!
While I have hand to save,
Thy ax shall harm it not.

 
 

Old Rosin the Bow.

eh ee

I have travel’d this wide world over,
And now to another Pll go. -

I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Beau.

Phorus.—To welcome old Rosin the Bow,
To welcome old Rosin the Bow,

I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Bow.

When I’m dead and laid out on the counter,
A voice you will hear from below,
Singing out, ‘‘ Whiskey and water,
To drink to old Rosin the Bow.”
To drink, &c.
And when I am dead, I reckon,
The ladies will all want to, I know,
Just lift off the lid of the coffin,
And look at old Rosin the Bow.
And \ook, &c.
You must get some dozen good fellows,
And stand them all round in a row,
And drink out of half-gallon bottles,
To the name of oJd Rosin the Bow.
To the name, &c.

Get four or five joviax young fellows,
And let them all staggering go,
And dig a deep hole in the meadow,
And in it tess Rosin the Bow.
And in it, &c.
Then get you a couple of tombstones,
Place one at my head and my toe,
And do not fail to seratch on it
The name of old Rosin the Bow.
The name, &e.
J feel the grim tyrant approaching,
That cruel implacable foe,
Who spares neither age nor condition,
‘Nor even old Rosin the Beau.
Nor evea, &o,

40. WL

 
Wiy Dear Cla Mothere

My ear old mother and I did part
en Twas very young;

Her memory still clings round my heart,
As chatming visions roam.

They tell me of my mother’s form—
She watched me while 1 slept,

And with her soft and gentle land
She wiped the tears I wept.

And that same hand that held my own
When I began to walk,

And the joys that'sparkied in her eyes
When I:began to talk:

I remember, too, when {I was ill,
She kiss’d my burvting brow ;

And the tears that fell upon my cheek
I think I feel them now

And then shé always knelt by me—
How ghvomy was that day |

She put Wer Nasid ‘ap to her breast,
And taught me how to pray.

Oh! mother, mother, in this breast,
Thy image still shall be,

And I will love thee to the last,
And always think of thee.

 

Isle of Beauty.

Shades of evening close noto’er us,
Leave our lonley bark awhile,
Morn, alas! will not restore us,
Yonder dim and distant isle;
Still my fancy can discover,
Sunny spots where friends may dwell
Darker shadows round us hover,
Isle of bexuty, fare thee well.

‘Tis the hour when happy faces
- Smile around the taper’s light,
- ‘Who-will fill ‘our vacant places? a
Who wil) sing our songs to-night?

 
Through the mists that float above us
Faintly sounds the vesper bell ;

Like a voice from those who loye us,
Breathing fondly, fare thee well.

When the waves are round me breaking,
As I pace the deck alone,

And my eye in vain is seeking
Some green leaf to rest upon :

What would I not give to wander,
Where my old companions dwell;

Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Isle of beauty, fare thee well!

 

Bessy Was a Sailor’s Bride.

Poor Bessy 1was.a sailor’s bride,
And he was off to sea;

Their only child was by her side,
And who so sad as she !

“Forget me not, forget me not,
When you are far from me,

And whatso’er poor Bessy’s lot,
She will remember thee.”

A twelvemonth scarce had pass’d away,
As it was told to me, ;
When Willie with a gladsome heart,
Came home again from sea.
He bounded up the craggy path,
And sought his cottage door,
But his poor wife and lovely child
Poor Willie saw no more.

“Forget me not, forget me not”?
The words rang in his ear ;

He ask’d the neighbors one by one,
Each answered with a tear.

They pointes to the old churehyard,

And there his youthful bride,
With the pretty child he loved to well,
Were resting side-by side.

 
 

| "Tilda Horn.

Copied by permission of Wa. Haut & Son, 543 Broadway, N. Yu
owners of the copyright.

{ was raised in Mississippi, where the sugar-cane grows tal
And I loved a pretty yellow girl, much sweeter than them all.
She left the place one moonlight night—we sorrow’d much te

art;
No ein did she leave me, but her picture on my heart,
And I moan, and I groan, all alone, all alone.

CHORUS.

But fretting won’t do for a darkey of this figure—

Time enough for that when he gits a little bigger; .
Dancing with the yellow girls, and shucking out the corn,
Will make him forget ’Tilda orn.

While ago I got a letter from her, thinking, as I sat,
if I met her, how she’d like me, in my stylish Kossuth hat.
"Twas the last I heard about her, and since then ’m much in

dread
That’s phe married to another man, or else she must “ gone
dea

In despair, I declare, I is crack’d, that’s a fact.
But fretting won’t do, &e.

Now I go about, down in the mouth, and stockings down atheel,
Like MassaShakspeare’s Hamlet, too. I’m touch’d up here I feel.
His uncle gave him good advice—mine took my clothesin pawn;
And all to raise the cash to dress—deceitful ’Tilda Horn.
Oh! this wool f could pull, this poor heart is so full,

But fretting won’t do, &e.

Since the Shakspere’s coming in my head, I’m like Othello, too,
The victim of my jealous fears, I don’t know what to do;
Desdemona lost his handkerchief—that wasn’t much to jose ;
But "Tilda took my ’bacca-box, my shirts, and Sunday shoes,
Now I stray all the day, from the gay far away.
But fretting won’t do, &c.

 
 

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