WHO We CARE ce, POPULAR, Comic AND SENTIMENTAL SONGS..)) NEW YORK: BEADLE AND COMPANY, 118 WILLIAM STREET. Beadle’s Dime Novels, No. 69, TO ISSUE WEDNESDAY, JUNE Ist, | Will be oe romances of love and war in the “times ae souls,” by one of our most admired writers of historical fiction, vis BLACK HOLLOW; | THE DRAGOON’S BRIDE. A Tale of the Ramapo in 1779, © 6 BEN. Ce TRON. Avrnox or “Two Guarps,” “‘ Gopsoup rue Spr,” “ Tas DousLe Hero,” 10 Mr. Iron has here seized upon the well-known existence of thé Brigands of the Ramapo Brotherhood to present the reader with’ most interesting and spirited story, introducing, as his active charac ters, several tried soldiers of the Revolution. A leading feature of thé romance is the female element, which plays a peculiar part in a most | absorbing drama. The story.is timely and will prove a favorite. Sold by all Newsdealers. Price TaN CENTS. Sent, post-paid, to any address, on receipt of price. : JUST PUBLISHED. Beadle’s Dime Base-Ball Player, REVISED EDITION FOR 1864. COMPRISING THE PROCEEDINGS OF THE SEVENTH ANNUAL BASE BALL CONVENTION, WITH THE NEW RULES ADOPTED; | INSTRUCTIONS IN THE GAME, BASE-BALL AVERAGES FOR 1863, Ete., Ete, (3" 12mo., Illustrated. For sale by newsdealers generally. OF | sent post-paid, on receipt of price, ten cents. BEADLE AND COMPANY, General Dime Book Publishers, - 118 WILLIAM STREET, New York Entered according to Act of Congress, in the Year 1864, | by Bravix anv Company, in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the Southern District of New York. iL Song Book No. 10. A COLLECTION OF NEW AND POPULAR COMIC AND SENTIMENTAL ~ SONGS. NEW YORK AND LONDON: Beadle and Company, 118 William St. N. ¥ , 44 PATERNOSTER ROW, LONDON. PUBLISHERS’ NOTE. The music with piano forte arrangement, of any of the | songs in Beapixr’s Dime Sone Books, can be obtained of, or | ordered through, any regular News or Periodical dealer; or by forwarding twenty-five cents, direct to the publishers, -| whose names and address are attached to many of the pieces, the music will be sent by mail, post-paid. BeapLe AND CoMPANY. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1863, By BEADLE AND COMPANY, In the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the Southern District of New York, ¢ (8. B. 10.) CONTENTS. Alabama Joe, - no ORE Pe atin ces 56 All round my hat, - ~ - - - é 31 45 Answer of Ben Bolt, - -- + s = et YRS Away-down east, - - ete (sr g = 4 Away goes Cuffee, ae arith lest poutyectionts 1190 Battle-cry of Eee: HF V9) ORT SOF Me's (ite, BR : Begwar girl, - - SUeytd qn adh Bao ten 2g Billie Boy, - - . je - 3 « - 62 Bingen on the Rhine,-- - =) 9 2 74 2 = 48 | Bonnie blue flag, -- ae eT ee gdh Bring my brother back to Mn ee 21 Buy abroom, - a oF err GlL Call me not back from the echoless shore; - 47 Come-back, massa, come back, - - - - 19 Come, oh, come with me, -- - = + «+ 41 Dear mother, I've come heme ” Oiep ts She St Fannie Grey, to Nee sriiongng e197 BQ Gaffer Grey, - - ee Seep SEI Hh 05 BQ Gentle Annie Ray,- -» «+ - - - - 28 High Daddie, - -- -" “5 (sve Y) =a 90 How are you, conseripts? - - s «.« 2 7 I dreamed my boy was home again, + - = 17 I know a pair-of hazeleyes,- -. + 4 = 46 I know my mother weeps for me, oof etre DL love the merry sunshine,- |- .- - - 847 per tell nobody, = es ee I'm coming home to die, eee we eee muse on thee, — - ite 2 - - = -§ In the wild chamois’ track, ett So ere 6 Jennie June, - sec pee Jessie, the flower of Dumblane, - =? 3. 4644 Katie Bell, - - To hear the tones, and feel their power, I owned when but a boy. (CHorUs.) Lh ae + 25 The Stars and Stripes. Copied by permission of 8. T, Gorpon, Music Publisher, 538 Broadway, New York, owner of the copyright. Rally round the flag, boys, give it to the breeze, Phat’s the banner we love on the land and the seas ; Brave hearts are under it, let the traitors brag, Gallant Jads, fire away, and fight for the flag ; Their flag is but a rag, ours is the true one, Up wilh the stars and stripes, down with the new one, Let our colors fly, boys, guard them day and night, For victory is liberty, and God will bless the right. CHORUS, Rally round the flag, boys, give it to the breeze, That’s the banner we love on the land and the seas; Brave hearts are under it, let the traitors brag, Gallant lads, fire away, and fight for the flag. Floating high above us, glowing in the sun, Speaking loud to all hearts of a freedom won, Who dares to sully it, bought with precious blood, Gallant lads, we'll fight for it, tho’ ours should swell the flood. Raise, then, the banner high, ours is the true one, Up with the stars and stripes, etc. .- , Tyrants learn to fear it, tremble at its gight, All who sigh for freedom hail it with delight ; Freedom and liberty, let the echoes ring, ; That is what the world wants, that our flag will bring. Raise, then, the banner high, ours is the true one Up with the stars and stripes, etc. | 26 Will is Never ier Will he never come ? Never come—no more ? Will this long life never cease ? And the battle-drum e And the cannon’s roar ? Tm weary, and I sigh for peace— Peace that only in the grave may be; Will he never come again, Never come to me? : Dreaming all the night Of my owt, my own ; Weeping all the long, long day, Oh1 this world of blight! For his missing tone And his tender smile now passed away, Oh! his noble heart this night may be ' Trodden by harsh feet,.and cold, Cold in death, to me! How the guns of brass, Hurling peal on peal, Rend my soul at every crash ! Minié balls, alas ! Blades of gleaming steel At his precious life, each moment clash. Only held to earth by a slender breath, Why is death so slow to me? Grant my prayer, oh death ! On my breast my child, His sweet babe I hold ; Hold it till my weak arm$ ache— Just his. blue eye, mild ; mania 27 ~ Just his hair of gold— May it die, for soon this heart must break ; May it, ere I die, from earth be free ! Then we three shall part no more— Husband, bube—we three. * Why do I Weep for Thee ? Why do I weep for thee ? Weep in my sid dreams, Parted for aye are we, ‘Yes, parted like mountain streams. Yet with me linger still That word, that one last word, Thy voice, thy voice yet seems to thrill My hearts fond chord. CHORUS. Why do I weep for thee ? Parted for aye are we, Yes, parted like the mountain streams, Yes, parted, why do I weep for thee ? Oh, why do I weep for thee ? Once, ah! what joy to me to share With thee the noontide hour, Then not a grief nor care Had cankered the heart’s young flower. The sun seems not to shed A radiance o’er me now, Save memory, all seems dead, Since lost, since lost art thou. (CHorRus.) 28 Gentle Annie Ray. Copied by permission of OLtveR Ditson & Co., Music Publishers, 277 Washington st., Boston, owners of the copyright. I’m sitting by thy grave to-night, I’m weeping bitter teats, For, ah! stern sorrow’s withering blight Hath dimmed the hopes of years. The smile hath vanished from my'brow, * My heart is sad to-day ; The world is dark and lonely now, My gentle Annie Ray. Cxorus—The smile has vanished from. my brow, My heart is sad to-day ; The world is dark and lonely now, My gentle Annie Ray. The night-wind sighs around thy tomb, The gentle willows o’er thee weep; The summer flowers in beauty bloom Where thou art laid to sleep. An angel form and sweeter strain Now call my soul away ; I know in heaven I’}l meet again My gentle Annie Ray. (CHorvs.) I'm Coming Home to Die, Copied by permission of Oxiver Drrson & Co., Music Publishers, AV Washington St., Boston, owners of the copyright. Unwelcome winds are sighing, Within the distant west, And wrapt in pain Pm lying, With vision-broken rest ; 29 I often dream thy bosom Is pillowing my head, And wake, to find illusion Has gathered round my bed; But starting from my dreaming, I check the rising sigh, For I'm coming home to die, mother! I’m coming home to die! IT long to see thee, mother, And kiss thy dear old cheek ; I feel there is no other , With whom I wish to speak ; No heart has half such kindness, No voice such music’s flow ; Why did I in my blindness, Cause you a moment’s woe ? I know you've mourned full often, But wipe the glistening eye, For I’m coming home to die, mother! I’m coming lyme to die! My memory is clinging To childhood’s sunny hours, And sister's voice seems ringing Amid the garden flowers ; The moments seem to lengthen, As starting our draws near, And hope begins to strengthen, With thoughts of leaving here ; So let the heart be gladdened, Our meeting hour is nigh, For Pm coming home to die, mother ! I'm coming home to die! oe 80 Roses Lie along the Way. Copied by permission of OLtvEer Ditson & Vo., Music Publishers, 277 Washington st., Boston, owners of the copyright. Roses lie along the way Which our feet are treading, Fortune sends a transient day Free from all we're dreading ; Now the youth on pleasure’s wave Light and gay is flowing, Now how soon across his grave Wintry winds are blowing. Full of hope the blushing bride Now the youth is -wedding, But how soon the ebbing tide Blight o’er all is shedding ; Pleasure’s day is quickly past, All the good to mortals falling, Chilled like flowers by wintry’s blast, Fate is soon recalling. Yet..while springtime’s lovel? light Sheds its cheerful beaming, Be by day each pleasure bright, Sweet by night our dreaming ; Ev’ry joy that chimes with truth, Let us gladly cherish, So shall smile our age and youth, Till our life shall perish. Bt : ; a Wouldn't You Like to Know? | Copied by permission of OrrvERr Dirson & Co., Music Publishers | 277 Washington st., Boston, owners of the copyright. Who is that comes to the garden gate, And sets up a whistling scream, | When you're off and away, so happy and gay, i Like a beautiful fairy dream ? Who is that comes to the old back door, i As off at a signal you go? The maiden sighed, and, blushing, replied, ; “ Well, wouldn’t you like to know 2” i What is it that makes you look for things So straight before your eyes? _At evry knock or stroke of the clock ~ You quiekly as lightning rise, 4 And oft at a sound you quickly dress, ~ You say for a walk to go? j The maiden sighed, and, smiling, replied, “Well, wouldn’t you like to know ?” But time has passed; and many a change ' In the village is easily seen, A Yet a form with a face full of beauty and grace i Trips lightly o’er the green ;— Tis she who did meet her true love. at the gate, And a tiny ring doth show She’s now the bride, the joy and the pride Of—wouldn’t you like to know? 82 Gaffer Grey. Oh! why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Grey ? And why doth thy nose look so blue? ?Tis the weather that’s cold, *Tis 'm grown yery old, And my doublet is not very-new, Well-a-day ! Then line thy worn doublet with ale, Gaffer Grey, And warm thy old heart with a glass, Nay, but credit P've none, And my money’s all gone; Then say how may that come to pass? Well-a-day ! Hie away to the house on the brow, Gaffer Grey, And knock at the jolly priest's door. The priest often preaches Against worldly riches, But ne’er gives a mite to the poor, Well-a-day ! The lawyer lives under the hill, Gaffer Grey, Warmly fenced both in back and in front. He will fasten his locks, And will threaten the stocks, Should he ever more find me in want, Well-a-day ! a 33 The squire has fat beeves and brown ale, Gaffer Grey, * And the season will welcome you there, His fat beeves and his beer, And his merry new year, . Are all for the flush and the fair, Well-a-day ! My keg is but low, I confess, Gaffer Grey, What then ? while life lasts, man, we'll live. The poor man alone, When he hears the poor moan, Of his morsel a morsel will give, « , Well-a-day ! Beggar Girks = Over the mountain and over the moor, Hungry and barefoot I wander forlorn ; My father is dead and my mother is poor, And she grieves for the days that will never return. | Pity, kind gentlemen, friends of humanity, Cold blows the wind, and the night’s coming on; Give me some food for my mother, for charity, Give me some food and then Pll be gone. Call me not lazy-back, beggar, and bold enough, * Fain would I learn both to knit and to sew ; T’ve two little brothers at home, when they’re old en’gh They will work hard for the gifts you bestow. Give me some food for my mother, for charity, - Give me some food and then I’ll be gone. J No. 10 2 34 We will not Retreat any More. Copied by permission of S. T, Gorpon, Music Publisher, 538 Broadway, New York, owner of the copyright, The fortunes of war ofien ebange; boys, And trifles oft turn the scale ; Though heavy the blows that we strike, boys, — We find that the truest may fail. But where's the heart to despair, boys, Or who shall advise to turn back ? Just add a lithe more steam, boys, And rush our good cause o’er the track. Cuo’s—Oh, we will not retreat any more, boys, Wé will not retreat any more ; [catch,. We've numbers to match, the traitors we'd We will not retreat any mores - We've battled thus long for the right, boys, Regardless of stution or gold, We've suffered from hunger and thirst, boys, And tramped through the heat and the cold: But let our brave Jeaders once call, boys, We'll rush to the fray as before, We're ready to fight or to die, boys, But not to retreat any more. (Crorvs.) We often go home in our dreams, boys, | And sit by the old kitchen fire, .And tell o'er the tales of our camps, boys, To listeners we never can tire; But justin our moments of bliss, boys, While thinking our hardships are o’er, The order comes round to turn out, boys, Fall in, and tramp on as before. (CHorus.) — < re 985 Our comrades fill many a grave, boys, . Our brothers are crippled and maimed, Of those who now fall as they fell, boys, Our country need not be ashamed. We sigh for the blessings of. peace, boys, We tire of the war-bugle’s blast, We'll conquer before we go home, boys, We'll fight for our flag till the last, Cuo's—Uh, we will not retreat any more, boys, We will not retreat any more; [cateh, We've numbers to match, the traitors we'd We will not retreat any more, * Nigger, Put Down Dat Jug, Copied by permission of Oxrver Dirson & Co.,Music Publishers, 277 Washington st,, Boston, owners of the copyright.. Nigger, put down dat jug, touch nota single drop, Tb gin it many a hug, af’ dere you lef it stops Twas dis old nigger’s hand dat fust did place it dare, Ay dare you lef it’stand, or else dis nigger sw’ar. Dat ole familiar jug, chock full of ginger rum, Lord, how I love to hug, because de drunk soon come; Dar nigger lef it lay, touch not a single taste, Golly, i cum dat way, your back wid ropes I baste, When but a nigger boy, a hoeing massa’s corn, Lord, how it gub me joy to take from dat a horn; I kiss it two, tree time, an’ den I suck him dry, Dat jug be none but mine, so dar you lef him lie. My mouth around he cling, close as de rum, old friend I kiss he an’ I sing dat rum may nebber end. Nigger, put down dat jug, touch not a single drop, Tb gib it. many a hug, an’ dare you lef it stop. y 86 Werry Pekooliar. Have you ever been in loye? if you haven't I have; To the mighty god Coopid I have been a great’ slave ; He slxot in my bosom a quiver of harrows, As naughty boys shoot roosters, robins and sparrows ; My heart was as pure as ‘the white alabaster, Till Coopid my bosom did weak overmaster ; Ye gods only know how I loved one Miss Julia, There was something about her so werry pekooliar. We met first at-a ball, where our hands did entwine, And I did squeech her fingers, and she did squeech mine; To be my next partner I ventured to press her, [sir ;” And I found that she lisped when she answered me,“ Yes, Now in lisping I think there is something uncommon, T love in pertiklar a lisp in a woman ; I’m sure you'd have liked the lisp of Miss Julia, There was something about it so werry: pekooliar. Like a beautiful, peach was The cheek of my Julia, And thien in her eye there was something: pekooliar ; Speaking wolumesit darted each glance in one’s marrow As swift and as keen as the wicked boy’s harrow ; A. slight cast in her eye to her looks added vigor, A cast in the eye often tends to disfigure, But not so the cast-in the eye of my Julia, There was something about it so werry pekooliar. Good friends were we soon, and midst smiiles and midst I courted her nearly for three or four years; . [tears, I took her to plays and to balls; oh, ye powers, How swiftly and sweetly did then pass my hours. But once, oh, e’en now I my feelings can’t smother, She danced all the evening along with another ; Now I didn’t say nothing that night to Miss Julia, But I couldn’t help thinking ’twas werry pekooliar. 37 | I went next day to scold, when she to my heart’s core | Cut'me up by requesting I’d call there no more, And I should,be affronted if longer I tarried, ~ For next day to another she was to be married. “Oh, Julia,” said I, “why you do not say so !” “Oh, yes, but I do, sir, though you'd better go.” “ Well, I will go, but surely you’ll own it, Miss Julia, Your behavior to.me has been werry pekooliar.” ' » : Mister Hill, pray be Still, Copied by permission of Or1ver Dirson & Co,, Music Publishers, . 27% Washington st., Boston, owners of the copyright. Mister, Hill, pray be still,. Don’t worry me, sir; Such a man never can My lover be, sir. Ha, ha, ha, etc. You men are so vain,.so false, yet endearing ; - Your vows like the wind, which is constantly veering, Ha, ha, a, ete. Laughing eyes, smiles or sighs, ~ Cooing like the dove, sir; ‘Vows or prayers, or winning airs, Ne’er can me move,'sir. ’ Hua,-ha, ete. Last night in the grove, there you proffered your love To Julia, invoking the bright orbs above. | Ha, ha, éte.. Not quite yet, in your. net, The bird have you caught, sir; Ne’er will I wedded be Toa male coquette, sir. Ha, ha, ete. Besides, I’ve a secret profound to ‘confide : To-morrow another will greet me his bride. Ha, etc. 38 Keep this Bible near your Heart, Copied by permission of OLIVER Ditson & Co.,Music Publishers, i% Washington st., Boston, owners of the copyright. “ Go forth, my darling, to the conflict,” Thus spoke a mother to her boy, “Ne’er let me hear you turned away When traitors threaten our loved country. to destroy ; : Take with you a mother’s blessing, ~ Keep this Bible near your heart, Never forget a mother’s prayers are éver with you, And her love for you will ne’er depart.” CHORUS. All’s well, he sleeps, the orange flowers bloom on his - grave, Sadly she weeps for him who died upon the battle- field, Her.own loved soldier boy so brave. “Go! for your country’s voice is calling, All stout of heart and strong of hand, How could you nobler die, than fighting bravely For your God and honored native land? ~ Ané if this is our last parting, If death breaks the loving spell, Trust him who watcheth e’en the sparrow when it _ falleth All is well, He doeth all things well” ” (Cuo.) Foremost among the ranks in battle, Stood forth the patriot mother’s joy, Clear o’er the din of musket’s rattle, ‘ Rung the cheering words of that brave soldier boy ; | Eyes Jit, up with strangest beauty, Soul that knew no danger near, Firmly he stood amid the harvest death was reaping, With a heart that knew no trembling fear. « But soon the fatal ball came swiftly, Slowly he sunk upon the sod, Faintly he whispered; ‘ Dearest mother— Comrades, I shall soon be o’er beyond the flood ; Take from out my vest my Bible, Place the treasure in my hand,” One Joving look, one gentle quiver, Aud his spirit took its flight home to the heavenly land The Sunny Hours of Childhood, The sunny, sunny hours of childhood, nae How soon, how soon they pass away, Like flowers, like flowers in the wildwood, That once bloomed fresh and gay ; But the perfume of the flowers, And the freshness of the heart, Live but a few brief hours, And then for age depart, The friends, the friends we saw around us, In boyhood’s happy, happy days, The fairy, fairy links that bound us, No feeling’now displays; For time haih changed forever, What youth cap not retain, And we may know, oh! never, These sunny hours again. Free pee esate ee eee Ses waracrasee gaa aS wee TY Stop Dat Kn ockin’. Copied by permission of RussEn & ‘ToLMAN, Music Publishers, 192 Washington st., Boston, owners of the copyright, I once did love a yaller gal, whose name was Susie SS Brown, Shecame from Alabama, and wasthe fairest inthe town; Her eyes so bright that they shine at night, When the moon has gone away ; She used to call this nigga up, : Just afore the broke of day, With a “ Who dat, who dat, who dat knocking at de door?” re Spoken— Am dat you, Sam—am dat you, Sam ?” “Why, Sam, ain’t you guine to luff me in ?” “No, you'd better stop dat knockin’ at the door”— “let me in,” “Stop dat knockin’ *’—“let me in,” “Stop dat knockin’ ”—“ let me in,” “Stop dat knockin’ ”—* let me in.” “Ah! you better stop dat knockin’ at my door,”— “let me in,” “Stop’ dat knockin’, stop dat knockin’, stop dat knockin’,” “Stop dat knockin’, oh! you better stop dat knockin’ at my doors” ~ She was the handsomest gal dat eber I did see; She neber went out walkin’ with any Gobi man but me; I took my banjo tothe house to play three times or more, When I heard two of three knocks pretty-hard Come bang agin the door. Spoken—W ith a “ Who dat, who dat,” etc. 41 Come, oh, Come with Me, Come, oh, come with me, the moon is beaming, Come, oh, come with me, the stars are gleaming, All around, above, with beanty teeming, Moonlight hours are meet for love. CHORUS. Fal le lar le lar, fal lar lar far, fal le lar le Jar, etc., Come, oh, come, with me, the moon is beaming, Come, oh, come with me, the stars are gleaming. My skiff is by the shore, she is light and free, To fly the feathered oar is joy to me, And as. we glide along, my song shall be, My dearest-maid, I love but thee. (CHorvs.) Switzer’s Song of Home. Why, oh, why, my heart, this sadness, Why, mid scenes like these decline? Where all, tho’ strange, is joy and gladness, Say, what wish can yet be thine? Oh, say, what wish can-yet be thine? All that’s dear to me is wanting, Lone and cheerless here I roam ; The stranger’s joys howe’er énchanting, To me can never be like home, To me can never be like home. Give me these, I ask no other, Those that bless the humble dome Where dwell my father and my mother, Give, oh, give me back my home, Give, oh, give me back my homes 2 42 Mother would Comfort Me. Copied by permiesion of Sawyer & Trompson, Music Publishers _ 59 Fulton avenue, Brooklyn, owners of the copyright Wounded and sorrowful, far from my home, Sick, among strangers, uncared for, unknown; Even the birds that used sweetly to sing Are silent, and swiftly have taken the wing; No one but mother can cheer me to-day, No one for me could so fervently pray ; None to console me, no kind friends near, Mother would comfort me if she were here. Cuo.—Gently her hand o’er my forehead she'd press, Trying to free me from pain and distress; Kindly she’d say to me, “Be of good cheer, Mother will comfort you, mother is here !” If she were with me I soon would forget My pain and my sorrow, no more would I fret; One kiss from her lips, or one look from her eyé, Would make me contented and willing to die. Gently her hand g’er-‘my forehead she'd press, Trying to free me from pain and distress; Kindly she’d say to me, “ Be of good cheer, Mother will comfort you, mother is here!” Cheerfully, faithfully, mother would stay Always beside me, by night and by day; If I should murmur, or wish to complain, Her gentle-voice would soon calm me again. Sweetly a mother’s love shines like a star, Brightest in darkness when daylight’s afar; In clouds or in sunshine, pleasure or pain, Mothers affection is ever the same. (CHorvs.) Pierce 43 ’ . . a ‘ The Miseries of Sneezing, Copicd by permission of OLtver Dirson & Co.,Music Publishers, Washington st., Boston, owners of the copyright, I’ve lotsgof trouble and pain through life, . And ever am in hot water and strife! My nese has got such a queer disease, I'm almost dying for having to sneeze ! Cuorus—And thus in trouble my life began, And now Tam known us the sneezing man ; And thus in trouble my ‘life began, Oh, pity the nose of a sneezing man! When first a baby in nurse’s arms, I went to meeting and caused alarm, The people were roused from slumbering ease, By hearing that pesky infant sneeze ! When next at seven I went to school, To study, to read and write by rule, I saw the children as,thick as bees, But they scampered away when they heard me snecze ! When next my frolicking days came round, A beautiful damsel soon I found, But as the maiden was just the cheese, She fainted away when she heard me sneczé | “T wish,” cried I, to my angel dear, “To tell of my love while kneeling here !” But though I was there on my bended knees, It couldn’t be done, for I had to sneeze ! The damsel screamed and fell to the floor, In agony wild her hair she tore | When turning I went like an autumn breeze, Skedaddling off with another sneeze. 44 Bonnie Blue Flag. Copied by permission of S. T. Gornpon, Music Publisher, 533 Broadway, New York, owuer of the copyright. We are a band of patriots, ° Who each leave home and friend, Our noble constitution And banner to defend ; Our Capitol was threatened, And the cry rose. near and far, To protect our country’s glorious flag, That glitters with many a star. Crorvus—Hurrah, hurrah, for the union, boys, hurrah ! Hurrah for our forefather’s good old flag, That glitters with many a star. Much patience and forbearance The North has always shown, Toward her Southern brethren, Who had:each way their own; But when we made our president, A man whom we desired, Their wrath was roused, they mounted guns, . And on Fort Sumter fired. (CuoRts.) They foreed the war wpon us, *- For peaceful men are we, They steal our money, seize our forts, And then as cowards flee; ~ _+ False to their vows, and-to the flag That once protected them, They sought the union to dissolve, Earth’s noblest, brightest gem. (CuHo.) 45 We're in the right, and will prevail, The Stars and Stripes must fly, The “bonnie blue flag” be hauled down, | And every traitor die; Freedom and peace enjoyed by all, As ne’er was known before, Our Spangled Banner wave on high, With stars just thirty-four. §(CHorvs.) © Murmuring Sea, Murmuring sea! beautiful sea! How I love to list to thy melody, When the winds are still in thy rocky caves, And the sweet stars glance on thy purple waves ; *Tis then I dream of the distant land, Where I left a loving and joyous band; Ob, dearer than ever they seem to be, »- As I muse on the shore of the murmuring sea, Murmuring sea! beautiful sea! Oh, dearer than cyer they seem to he. As we muse on the shore of the murmuring sea, The murmuring, murmuring sea. . Murnitring sea! beautifal sea! I no more shall gail o’er thy waters free, But I w:teh the ships as they fade, from sight, And my faney follows their trackless flight, Bounding away to their distant mart, To’ the land so dear to my lonely heart; Oh, dearer than ever it seems to be, As I muse on the shore of the murmuring sea. Murmuring sea! beautiful sea! etc. | { f 46 dessie, the Flower o’ Dumblane, The sun nag gone down on the Iofiy Ben Lomond, And left the red clouds to preside o'er the scene ; While lonely I stray in the calm summer gloxming, -To muse on sweet Jessie, the flower 0’ Dumbl: ane. | Tow sweet is the briar, wi “its soft foulding blossom, And sweet is the birck w? its: mantle o’ green ; Yet sweeter and fairer, and dear te this bosom Is lovely young Jessie, the flower o’ Dumblane. She’s as modest as any, and blithe as she’s bonnie, For euileless: simplici ity marks. her i its ain ; And fir be the villain, divested 0” feeling, , Who'd blight in its bloom thesweet flower 0’ Dumbkane Sing on, thou sweet. mtavis, th y, hymns to the evening, Thou'rt. dear to. the echoes. 0” Calderweod glen, So dear to this bosom, so artless and winning Is charming young 7 essie, the flower o” Dumblane. How lost were my days, till I met wi’ my Jessie, ey he sports of the eity seemed foolish and vainy I ne’er saw & nymph ¥ could eall my dear _fissie, Till charmed wi’ sweet Jessie, the flower a’ Dumblanc. Though mine was the station of loftiest grandeur, Amidst its profusion Pd Janguish in pain ; Amt reckon as nothing the height o’ its splendor, If wanting sweet, Jessie, the flower 0” Dumblane. a I know a Pair of Hazel Eyes, I know a pair of haze? eyes So tender and so bright, That I could sit a livelong day, And gaze upon their light. How would my heart impulsive beat If, when on mine they rove, Those hazel eyes should give to me A single look of love. I know a pair of rosy Irps, Whose smile is so divine, 47 That I would give the world; to press Them fervently to mine. How would my soul dilate with joy If, when to speak to move, Those rosy lips should say to me A single word of love. I know a pair of snowy arms, And what delight were mine, if round my neck ene fond embrace Those snowy arms should twine. The look, the word, the fond embrace, Se dear to me would prove, That earth, enchanted, would appear A paradise of love. | Call Me not Back from the Echoless Shore, | Copied by permission of Sawyrn& THompson, Music Publishers, 59 Fulton avenue, Brooklyn; owners of the copyright. Why is your forehead deep furrowed with care? What has so soon mingled frost in your hair? Why are you sorrowful? why do you weep? Why do you ask me to rock you to sleep? Could you but see through this world’s wail of tears, Light would your sorrows be, harmless your fears, All that seems darkness 10 you would be Jicht, All would be sunshine where now is but night. Cnorvus—Follow me cheerfully, pray, do not weep, In spirit Pll soothe you and rock you to sleep. Why sould you backward with time again turn ? Why do you still for your childhood’s days yearn ? Weary one, why through the past again roam, While in the future the path leads you heme? Oh, dearest child, dry those tears, weep no more, Call me not back from the echoless shore ; Follow me cheerfully, pray, do not weep, In spirit 'H soothe you and rock you to sleep. Cuorvs—Follow me cheerfully, pray, do not weep, In spirit Pl soothe you and rock you to sleep. Lullaby, tullaby, lullaby, Sleep, sleep, sleep, oh, sleep. | 48 Bingen on the Rhine, A soldier of the Legion Lay dying at Algiers ; There was lack of woman’s nursing, There was dearth of woman’s tears; But a comrade stood before him, While-his life-blood ebbed away, And bent with pitying glances To hear what he might say. — . The dying soldier faltered As he took that comrade’s hand, And he said, “I never more shall see My own, my native land; Take a message and a token To some distant friends of mine ; For T was born at Bingen, Fair Bingen on the Rhine. “Tell my brothers and companions, When they meet and crowd around To hear my mournful story, ~ In the pleasant vineyard ground, That we fought the battle bravely, And when the day was done, Full many.a corse lay ghastly pale Beneath the setting sun ; And midst the dead and dying, Were some grown old in wars, The death-wound on their gallant breast, The last of many scars ; . But some were young, and suddenly Beheld life’sanorn decline, - And one had come from Bingen, From Bingen on the Rhine. 49 “Tell my mother that her other sons Shall comfort her old age; And I was still a truant bird, That thought his home a cage; ‘For my father was a soldier, And even as a child My heart leaped forth to hear him tell Of struggles fierce and wild; And when he died and left us ’ To divide his scanty: hoard, I let them take whate’er they would, But kept my father’s sword ; And with boyish love I hung it _ Where the bright light used to shine On the cottage wall at Bingen, At Bingen on the Rhine. “Tell my sister not to weep for me, And sob with drooping head When the troops are marching home again, With glad and gallant tread ; But look upon them proudly, With a calm and steadfast eye, For her brother was a soldier, And not afraid to die. And if a comrade seek her love, I ask her in my name, ‘ To listen to him kindly, Without regret or shame, And hang the old sword in its place (My father’s sword and mine,) For the honor of old Bingen, Dear Bingen on the Rhine, 50 “ There’s another, not a sister— In the happy days gone by, You’d-have- known her by the merriment That sparkled in her eye; ~Too innocent for coquetry, Too fond for idle scorning— Oh! friend, I fear the lightest heart Makes sometimes heaviest mourning ! Tell her the last night of my life— For ere the morn be risen My body wi!l be out of pain, My soul be out of prison— > I dreamed I stood with her, And saw the yellow sunlight shine On the vine-clad hills of Bingen, Fair Bingen on the Rhine. I saw the blue Rhine sweep along ; T lieard or seemed to hear The German songs we used to sing, “In chorus sweet and clear, And down the pleasant river, And up the slanting hill The echoing chorus sounded - Through the evening calm and still; And her glad blue eyes were on me, As we passed with friendly talk, Down many a path beloved of yore, And well-remembered walk ; And her little hand lay lightly, Confidingly in mine— But we'll meet no more at Bingen, Loved Bingen on the Rhine.” 51 Tlis voice grew faint and hoarser His grasp was childish weak, His eyes put on a dying look, Ile sighed and ceased to speak ; His comrade bent to lift him, ~But the spark of life had fled— The soldier of the Legion In a foreign Jand was dead ! And the soft moon rose up slowly, And ealmly she looked down On the red sand of the battle-field With bloody corses strewn— Yes, calmly on that dreadful scene, Tier pale light seemed to shine As it shone on distant Bingen, Fair Bingen on the Rhine. I Know my Mother Weeps for Me, Copied by permission of Sawyer & Tuompson, Music Publishers 59 Fulton avenue, Brooklyn, owners ef the copyright, ’Twas on a balmy summer night, As I lay gazing at the stars, And thinking of the hearts once light, That T had left to join the wars, And of a mother far away, . With step go feeble, cheek so pale, My thonghts then dwelt upon the day I left her, as she said, “ Farewell.” Cuorvus—I know my mother weeps for me, When all the world is hushed in sleep; Oh, soon may we the hour see, When mother need no Jonger weep. / 52 And as,the midnight hour drew near, T fell asleep, and presently I dreamed I saw my mother dear, With open arms to welcome me. She could not speak, but oh, those tears That lingered in her joyful eyes, Bespoke much more, by far, than lip Could utter to her darling boy. I thought she clasped me to her heart, Impressed a kiss ‘upon my brow, And bade her sorrows all depart, For nought. but joy is with her now. The daylight broke, and with it came Sadly the truth, ’twas but a dream } Dear mother, weep no more in vain, While we our native land redeem. * I know my mother weeps for me, When all the world is hushed in sleep ; Oh, soon may we the hour see, When mother need no longer weep. Soon may our glorious stars and stripes, That blood-bought banner of the free, Wave proudly forth from every height, Proclaiming peave and liberty. 7 CHORUS. I know my mother weeps for me, When all the world is hushed in sleep; Oh, soon may we the hour see, When mother need no longer weep. 58 “ s ' Kiss Me, Darling, ere vg Sever. Copied by permission of OLtver Ditson & Co., Music Publishers, 277 Washington street, Boston, owners of the copyright. Kiss me, darling, ere we sever, Ere I journey life’s bleak plain, For on earth, I never, never, May behold thy face again. But thy smile so sweet and winning, And thy voice go soft and: low, Still shall’ keep my heart from sinning, And my soul as pure as snow. I would linger, oh, how gladly, In thy much-loved presence yet, But each, moment, tells me sadly That ’tis better to forget; Not forget thy love and beauty, Nor thy kind and winsome ways, For no blighted hope nor duty Bids me.cease to give them praise, But the hopes T long have cherished, Now like autumn teaves are sere, Like the flowers of spring they perished, In the springtime of their year. Naught is left me but to sever From the scene of all my pain; Kiss me, darling, for I never May behold thy face again. The Answer‘of Ben Bolt. Copied by permission of Lex & Waker, Music Publishers, 722 Chestnut street, Philadelphia, owners of the copyright. Ah, yes, I remember that name with delight, Sweet Alice, so cherished and dear ; - I seek her bower in the pale hour of night, * And moisten the turf with a tear; ee And there, when the heart is o’erburdened with woes, I wander and muse all alone, And long for the time when my head shall repose Where “sweet Alice lies under the stone.” 54 I roam throygh the wood where so joyous we strayed, .| And recliff®on the green sunny hill; All things ‘are as bright in that beautiful glade, But my heart is all lonely and chill. The hand that so fondly [ pressed then in mine,, And the lips that were melting in love, Are cold in the grave, and I’m left to repine Till I meet with sweet Alice above. : Ah, well I remember the schoolhouse and brook, “ And the master so kind and so true,” The wild blooming flowers in the cool, shady nook, So fragrant with incense and dew. But I weep not for these, though so dear to my heart, Nor the friends that have left us alone ; The bosom will heave, and the tear-drops will start, For “sweet Alice lies under the stone.” Jennie June. 563 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright, Did you see dear Jennie June, When the meadows were in tune, With the birds among the bowers In the sweet summer time ? You would love her I am sure, For her heart is warm and pure, And as guileless as the flowers In the sweet summer time. Cxrorvus—Did you see dear Jennie June, etc All the robins cease their song, As she gayly speeds along, Just to listen to her singing In the sweet summer time. And her modest, beaming eyes Are the color of the skies, Many pleasant fancies bringing, In the sweet summer time. (CHorvs.) With my darling Jennie June, When the meadows are in tune, Copied by permission of Frrrn, Son & Co., Music Publishers, 55 mre s How I love to go a roving, In the sweet.summer time. While her presence seems to be | Like a ray of light to me, | Fer she’s ever fond and loving, ah In the sweet summer time. (Cuorus.) ||. | | | | Tell Mother I Die Happy. Copied by permission of S: T, Gorpon, Music Publisher | 1 538 Broadway, New York, owner of the copyright. I am dying, comrades, dying, As you bear me, lightly tread ; . Soon, ah, soon T shall be lying With the silent, sleeping dead. I am dying, comrades, dying, Still the battle rages near, Tell me, are our foes a flying? I die happy, mother dear. Crorus—Tell my mother I die happy, That for me she must not weep; Tell her how I longed to kiss her, Ere I sunk in death to sleep. Iam going, comrades, going, : See how damp my forehead’s now, Oh, I see the angels coming, With bright garlands for my brow. Bear this message to my mother, How in death that God was near, He to bless and to support me, I die happy, mother dear. (Cuorvs.) Lay me, comrades, ’neath the willow, * That grows on the distant shore ; Wrap the starry flag around me, I would press its folds once more. Let the cold earth be my pillow, ~ And the “Stas and Stripes” my shroud, Soon, oh, soon I shall be marching, Amid the heavenly crowd. (Cuorvs.) a 56 Alabama Joe. Copied by permission of Oxryer Ditrson & Co., Musie Publishers, 277 Washington street, Boston, owners of the copyright. A nigger in Alabama lived, dey used to call him Joe, Dis nigger lived to be so old, his head war white as snow; Dis nigger, he war very rich, de poor ones liked him well, Dey used to go to de Alabama house, some stories for to tell. CHORUS. ag An’ strike.de toe and heel, my lass, an’ strike de heel an’ toe, Miss Phillis am a waiting for your Alabama Joe. Dis old nigger built a church, a minister he hired, Who stayed wid dem about four years, and quit ’cause he war tired; : Deir minister good salary got; all dese niggers know, De money, it war paid to him by Alabama Joe. Dis made dese niggers all feel bad, to think he sarved him so, But de one de shock fell worst upon was Alabama Joe ; In a few years after dis de good old nigger died, He left three niggers, all he had, and Miss Phillissy, his bride. : Z His money he did will away to Phillissy, his spouse, Which caused great disturbance at dis old nigger’s house ; Miss Phillissy had him buried all under an old tree, And after dey had buried him, de niggers had a spree. A nigger in Virginia lived, who heard of old Joe’s death, And straight for Alabama steered, and never stopped for breath He quick made love to Phillissy, who was a charming fair, Her eyes were bright as diamonds, and curly war her hair. Dis nigger war a fisherman, a fisherman ob old, . A fishing he did go one night and caught a beautiful cold; Dis nigger lived in great harmony, and age did make him pine, For she was only twenty-three, and he war ninety-ifhe. Dis story dat I now relate, as a good old nigger said, He went one moyning to deir house, and found dis couple dead ; Now Miss Phillissy she is dead, old Joe he went before, De oder niggers hab gone, too, we Shall see dem no more. 57 Love me Little; Love me Long. Say not, life is dark and dreary, While around us flow’rets Sooke All is bright where love abideth, His fond smiles can all illume. Is there not a spell in beauty, Bow we not before her shrine? Is the coldest heart not wakened By the power of song divine? Cxuoxus—Then no more be sad and weary, When amid the world’s cold throng, If thou hear’st one soft voice whisper ; “Love me little, love me long.” Yes, ’tis love can soothe and cheer us, Down the thorny vale of life; Better far a peaceful cottage, Than a palace full of strife. Iam happy while fate leaves me, One kind heart to warmly prize, While the light of pure afféction Beams within those gentle eyes. (CHorvus.) ' I Love the Merry Sunshine. I love the merry, merry sunshine, It makes the heart so gay, To hear the sweet birds singing On their summer holiday, With their wild-wood notes of duty, From hawthorn, bush and tree, Oh, the sunshine is all beauty— : Oh, the merry, merry sun for me. Cuorus—I love the merry, merry suushine, TI love the merry, merry sunshine, Thiough the dewy morning’s shower, With its rosy smiles advancing, Like a beauty from her bower, It charms the soul in sadness, It sets the spirits free; ss Ob, the sunshine is all gladness— Yh, the merry, merry sun for me. T 53 Katie Bell. Copied by permission of S. T. Gorpon, Musi¢ Publisher, 638 Broadway, New York, owner of the copyright, Going down the shady dell, Where the honeysuckles grow I met lovely Katie Bell, With her dimpled cheeks aglow ; Oh, the beauties of her face, As she flitted by apace, With a step of fairy grace, : My poor words can never tell. Cnrorvus.— Katie Bell, in the dell, How I love her none can tell, All the flowers in the dell Seemed to own her for their queen, Bright and peerless Katie Bell, Fairer flower was never seen, How I loved the very ground Over which she’d lightly bound, With her sunny ringlets crowned, I can never, never tell. (CHorRvs.) Long I waited in the dell, Where the honeysuckles grow, Waited for sweet Katie Bell, Till the sun was sinking low; And before I left her side, In the quiet eventide, I had wow her for my bride, : Won my bonnie Ratie Bell. (Cuorvs.) Oh, I shall wear a Uniform, Copied by permission of Firtu, Son & Co., Music Publishers, 663 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright. Oh, I shall wear a uniform, And march away to war, To bravely meet the enemy, Until the strife is o'er. They say I shy be furnished arms, No legs-do tffey provide, — Although they would of service prove ~ If rank and file divide. Cuorvus.—Hurrah ! hurrah! hurrah! e Oh, I shall wear a uniform, And march away to war. Oh, I shall wear a uniform, And soon hecome renowned, And quartered in the army be, To keep my body sound; For if Lshould but single go, I might become in two; Or, take to legs instead of arms, As foes to freedom do. (CHORUS.) Oh, I shall wear a uniform, And be a soldier bold; ° I thought it best to get me one, The draft might give me cold. So now I shall be warmly clad, And in convincing style, ‘ T'll teach the foe that stars and stripes They never shall defile. (CHORUS.) Make Me no Gandy Chaplet. Make me no gaudy chaplet, Weave it in simple flowers, Seek them in lowly valleys, After the gentle showers. Bring me no dark red roses, - “Gay in the sunshine glowing ; Bring me the pale moss rose-bud Beneath the fresh leaves growing. Bring not the proud-eyed blossom, Darling of the eastern daughters ; Bring me the snowy lily, * Floating on silent waters. Gems of the lowly valley, Buds which leaves are shading, Lilies of peaceful waters, Emblems be mine untading. 60 T'll tell Nobody. Oh, I am in love, but T won't tell with who, For I know very well what the fair,ones would do, They'd chatter and flatter, and make themselves fine, So poor little some one would havea sad time. Crorts.—So Pil tell nobody, Pll tell nobody, Nobody, nobody, nobody, no ! If I tell it to one, she will tell it to two, And the next cup of tea they would. plot what to do; | And as men haye no constancy in their own minds, He'd seek a new face and leave some one behind. But this much Pil tell-you, he’s not very tally - And lest you should guess him, he’s not yery.small ; { met him last night, and he pulled off my gtove, So I think you may guess who is somebody’s.love. But when I am sure that his heart’s:all my own, That he loves sincerely, and never will roam, “Oh, then Ill defy all their jeers and taunts, for, plainly ‘twill show what each of them wants ; They all want somebody, are dying for somebody, Somebody, somebody, I know who, etc. 5 Larry's Good-By. Copied by permission of S. T.. Gorpon, Music Publisher, 538 Broadway, New York, owner of the copyright. Brave Larry went up to his darling laa + . > To bid her a speedy good-by, A When bound where the cannon was, snarling, yy yy a i The fortunes of battle to try, “Sweet Norah,” he said, “ don’t be weeping, T soon will come back to your side, : With all your fond love in my keéping, And make you my beautiful bride.” A thousand times Larry did-kisg her, * Before he was willing to go, For now he just felt how he’d-miss her, When fronting the ranks of the foe. Se : 61 My heart will be ever the same, love, “So, Norah’ he whispered, “ don’t sigh ; I soon will have money and fame, dear, And then a nice farm we -will buy.” Fair Norah through teardrops was blushing, And spoke between sobbings and sighs, As backward her glossy curls pushing, She timidly looked in his: eyes. “Dear Larry, you say that you're going: ; To wed when you come from the war; I'm afraid you'll be killed, there’s no knowing, Now, could we not marry before?” Now Larry, how could he refuse her? He saw that he might as well wed, For if he was killed he would lose her, So unto fair Norah he said : “Mavourneen, it’s truth you’ve been saying, And where there’s a will there's a way ; I see there’s no use in delaying, Tll wed you this very same day.” : Buy a Broom. From Teutschland I come with my light wares al! Jaden To dear, happy Boston, in summer's gay bloom, Then listen, fair lady, and young, pretty maiden, Oh, buy of the wandering Bavarian a broom. Buy a broom, buy a broom, buy a broom, Oh, buy of the wandering Bavarian a broom. To brush away insects that sometimes annoy you, You'll find it quite handy to use night and day, And what betier exercise, pray, can empoy you, Than to sweep all vexatious intruders away. Buy a broom, buy a broom, buy a broom, And sweep all vexatious intruders away. Ere winter comes on, for sweet home soon departir; My toils for your labors again Pl! resume, _And while gratitude’s tear in my eyelid is starting, Bless the time that'in Boston I cried, buy~a broom, Buy a broom, buy a broom, buy a broom, Bless the time that in Boston I cried, buy a broom, 62 Billie Boy. Copied by permission of OLtvg" Ditson &@0..Muséc Publishers, Wi Washington street., Boston, owners of the cepyriz Oh, where have you been, Billie Boy, Billie Bry, Oh, where have you been, charming Billie ? I have been to seek a wife, She’s the joy of my life, She’s a young thing, and can not leave her msther. Did she bid you to come in, Billie Boy, Billie Bey, Did she bid you to come in, charming Billie? Yes, she bid me to comein, There’s a dimple in her chin, ete, Did she set for you a chair, Billie Boy, Billie Boy, Did she set for you a chair, charming Billie? : Yes, she set for me a chair, She has ringlets in her inair, ete. Can she make a cherry pie, Billie Boy, Billie Boy, Can she make a cherry pie, charming Billie ? She can make a cherry pie, Quick as a*tat can wink her eye, etc. Is she often seen at church, Billie Boy, Billie Bey, Is she often seen at church, charming Billie? Yes, she’s often seen at church, With’a bonnet white as birch, etc. How tall is she, Billie Boy, Billie Boy? How tall is she, charming Billie? She’s as tall as any pine, And as straight as a pumpkin-vine, etc. Are her eyes very bright, Billie Boy, Billie Boy, Are her eyes very bright, charming Billie ? és, her eyes are very bright, But, alas! they’re minus sight, etc, . How-old is she, Billie Boy, Billie Boy, How old is she, charming Billie Boy, She’s three times six, four times seven, Twenty-eight and eleven, etc. ft 63 Things that never Die, Copied by permission of Firtn, Son & Co., Music Publishers, 563 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright, The pure, the bright, the beautiful, That stirred our hearts in youth, The impulse to a worldless prayer, The dreams of love and truth; The longings after something lost, The spirit’s yearning cry, The striving after better hopes, These things that never die. The timid hand stretched forth to aid A. brother in his need, The kindly word in grief’s dark hour, That proves the friend indeed ; The plea for mercy softly breathed When justice threatens nigh, The sorrow of a contrite heart, These things shall never die. The memory of a clasping hand, The pressure of a kiss, And all the trifles sweet and frail, That make up love’s first bliss ; If, with a firm, unchanging faith, ' And holy trust and high, Those hands have ¢lasped, those lips have met, These things shall never die. The cruel and the bitter word That wounded as it fell, The chilling want of sympathy We feel but never tell; The hard repulse that chills the heart, Whose hopes were bounding high, In an unfading record kept. These things shall never die. Let nothing pass, for every hand Must. find some work to do; Lose not a chance to waken loye, Be firm, and just, and true; . 64 So shall a light that can not fade, Beam on thee from on high, And angel voices say to thee, These things shall never die. Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep. Copied by permission of Orrver Dirson & Co.,Music Publishers, 277 Washington street, Boston, owners of the copyright. Rocked in the cradle of the deep, I lay me down in peace to sleep ; Secure I rest upon the wave, For thou, oh Lord, hast power to save; I know thou wilt not slight my call, For thou dost mark the sparrow’s fall ! And calm and peaceful is my sleep, Rocked in the cradle of the deep. And such the trust that still were mine, Tho’ stormy winds swept o’er the brine, Or tho’ the tempest’s fiery breath Roused me from sleep to wreck and death, In ocean cave still save with Thee, The germ of immortality; And calm and peaceful is.my sleep, Rocked in the cradle of the deep. In the Wild Chamois’ Track, In the wild chamois’ track at the breaking of morn, With a hunter’s pride. O’er the mountain’s side, : We are led by the sound of the Alpine horn, Tra la la la Ja la la la la la. I have crossed the proud Alps, I have sailed down the ‘ And there is ne spot [Rhone, : Like the simple cot, And the hill and the valley I call my own, Tra la Ja la la Ja la Ja la la. aD eat / ad be j ry the » ve al ‘ritte ‘outer \ousa 8 lat instr phi: | 80N i ~~ BEA DLE’S DIME SONG BOOK, 13. | Ix this Song Book the song-loving public is furnished with a rich eat not often available, embracing the very cream of the choicest songs / 1d ballads of the day, both new and old. 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