“ Sitand: by ae lag. pai Poponar Conic AND SENTIMENTAL dines NEW YORK: BEADLE AND COMPANY, 118 WILLIAM STREET. American News Oo,, 121 Nassau St..N. Y, BHADLE'S DIMEN SONG BOOKS. No, 1. 4 good time comin, ifs for the best, Re t national song, nnie Laurie, Anawer to a thousand ae to K, Kearney, thousand a year, Belle Brandon, Ben Bolt, Blind boy’s lament, Bob Ridley, Bold privateer, Don’t be angry, mot’r Do they miss me, Down the river, E pluribus unum, Evening star, Faded flowers, Gentle Annie, Gentle Jonnie Gray, Glad to get home, Hard times, Have you seen sister, Heather dale Home again, Tam not angry, I want to go home, Kate Kearns Kiss me ante aie £0, Kitty Clyde, My home in Kentuck, My own native land, Nelly Gra, Nelly ead lady, ) Ann, Dver the mountain, Poor Jurey, Poor old slave, Red, white and blue, Row, row, Shells of the ocean, Bong of the sexton, Brassnes ‘led banner Sword of Bunker Hill, The age of progress, The dy ingCalifornian The hills of N, Engl’d The luke-side shore, The little blackamith, The Marseilles hymn, The miller of the Dee, The old farm-house, The old felks loved, The old pl d. Kathleen,mavo’rneen Katy, darling, Little Katy, Mabel Clare, Mary Alleen, taste wild moor fib Ms ~ Mine, « Minnie Moo, Mr. Finagan, ly eye and B.Martin My grandm’r’s advice My love is a sailleur, My mother dear, My mother’s Bible, See Bell, New England, Oh, ’'m going home, ‘Oh, scorn not brother, Oh, the sea, the sea, Old sideling hill, Our boyhood days, Our fatherland, ‘Peter Gray, Rory O’More, iSomebody’s waiting, 'The farmer sat in his, 'The farmer’s boy, 'The fireman’s victory 'The grave of Lil Dale, ‘Thelrishman’sshanty ‘The old folks are gone The post-boy’s song, The quilting party, 'Three bells, "Tis home where the Waiting for the May, We stand here united, 'What’s home without What other name, Widow Machree, Willie’s on the sea, inter, No. 3. Annie, dear, good-by, Ans, to Jeannette, A sailor’s life for me, Bessy was a sailor’s, Bonny Jean, Comic Katee darling, Comic parody, Darling Jenny Bell, Darling Rosabel, s 2 The rock of liberty, e tempest. Twenty yearg ago, Twinkling stars, Uncle Sam’s farm, Unfurl the banner, Wait for the wagon, Willie, we’ye missed, Willie'll roam no mor No. 2. Alice Gray, Ute, Banks of Mohawk, Be kind to each other, Billy Grimes, Bryan O’L; a sit dueetiteans fee ey ling old stick, Home, sweet home, Thave.no mother now I miss thee so, lm leering thee in ishouldn’t like te tell, I wandered by brook, . lng Nelly Moore! news from home bala Graves ofa household migrant’s farewell, Ettié May, Few da: Fine ola Dutch gent, Fine old Irish gen' 'Fireman’s boy, Hh Fireman’s death, Give ’em string, Go it while young, Gold-digger’s lament, eae oa (a) ezeki Vd Sbuoae to be daisy, T’ve something sweet, Isle of beauty, T think ofold freland, Jeannett and Jeannot John Jones, Jordan is ahard road, Kitty, kimo, ‘Lager beer song, Lather and shave, Lillie Bell, Linda has departed, Man the life-boat, ‘My dear old mother, My My My poor dog Tra: loniaeg Tray, Na, Old Rosin, the beau, Death of Annie Laurie Fine old English gent ri with acalico,|The Indian’s eart’sin Sreland,|The little low room, Other side of Jordan, Over the lett, Par. on‘ To the West,’ Pop goes the weasel, Pretty Jane, Rosa Lee, ‘Song of the locomotiv ie ing Sarah Jane ‘fen o’clock, The American boy, 'The American girl, ‘The boys of Kifenty The girl I le*t behind, The Indian hunter, The old oaken bucket, The old whisky jug, ‘The pirate’s serenade, Tilda Horn, To the West, True blue is the color, Uncle Ned, Unhappy Jeremiah, Vilikins and his Dina We miss thee at home What will Mrs, Grun ‘Woodman, apare tree, Yellow rose of Texas, No. 4, Ain’t I glad to get out |A national song, Ans, to Katy Darling, A merry gipsy girl, Ben Fisher an ‘wile, Bonnie Jamie, Broken-hearted Tom, By the sad sea waves, Columbia rules the se Come, gang wi’ me, Commence, ye darkies Cottage by the sea, Daylight ison the sea Don’t cry so, Norah, Erin is my home, Gal from the South, He led her to the altar Home, sweet home, Tam a freeman, Vil hang my harp, I’m not myself at all, Indian hunter, [ve been roaming, L wish he’d decide, Jane Monroe, Johnny is gone for a, Jolly Jack, the rover, Kate was once a little Kitty Tyrrell Let me kiss him for, Linda’s gone tg Balt,, Maud Adair and I, Molly Bawn, My ain fireside, My boyhood’s home, Norah, pride of Kildar Oh, God, preserve the Oh, kiss, but nevertell Old uncle Edward. Paddy on the canal, Parody on U. §,’s farm Poor old maids, Ship ahoy, Somebody's courting, Song of BlancheAlpen Song of the farmer, Sparking Sunda; abt, Sprig of shillelah, Stand by the flag, Terry O'Reilly, The farmer’s boy, The hazel dell, 'The harp that once, AVE, 'The engineer’s song, They don’t wish me, The old kirk-yard, The low-backed car, The old brown cot, ‘Tom Brown, Uncle Gabriel, Uncle Tim, the toper, Nees all ee soa ere growing old. We were] boys aud’ Within a mile of Ed, ‘Would I were a boy, ould I were a gin! Would I were with, No. 5, A dollar or two, A man’s a man for a’, Angels’ whisper, Auld lang syne, A Yan. ship and crew, Bashful young man, Call me pet names, Camptown races, Charity, Cheer, boys, cheer, Comin’ thro’ the rye, Dermot Astore, Dilla Burn, Down the burn, Davy Dumbarton’s bonnie, Ever of thee, Grave of Bonaparte, Gum-tree canoe, Hark, [ hear an angel, Vdoffer thee this hand In the days when I, John Anderson, Johnny wasa shoemr Kind relation: ca “beet took awif ary of Argyle, Meet me by moonligh Napolitaine, Norah M’Shane, Nothing else to do, Och, Paddy, is it you, Oft in the stilly gt Roll on, silver moon, Rose of Allandale, Sambo, I have missed Sam Slap,the bill-stic Something to love, Still so gently o’er me The gambler’s wife, The gay cavalier, 'The grave of Unc.Tru The ingle side, ‘The Irish emigrant, The ivy green. 'The lass that loves, 'The last rose of sum’r, The lily of the West, The minute gunat sea The monks of old, 'The musical wife, ‘The ocean burial The old arm-cha‘r, ‘The poor little fisher, 'The rat-catcher’s dau, The tail iv me coat, The watcher, 'Thou art gone from, 'Thou hast wounded, ?Tis midnight honr, Twilight dews, Umbrella courtship, Wake, Dinah, wake, Washington, star o! We'll have a little, We met by chance, When I saw sweet, ‘When the swallows, William of the ferry, Will you love me, No. 6. Annie Lisle, (Beautiful world, Be kindto the Io Bobbin’ tia Bonnie Dundee, Bloom ia on the rye, Blue Juniata, Carrier dove, Child’s wish, Cottage oi my mothar Courting in Conu. Dearest Mae, Dear mother,’ com, Ella Rea, Fairy Dell, Far, far upon the sea, Female auctioneer, Grave of Washington Gentle Hallie, Benga Nettie Moore, appy are we to-nigh Hattie Lee, : He doeth all things, Home without sister, I can’t call her moth’r Pll paddle my canoe, I’m standing by grave Isitanybody’sbusin’s Irish jaunting car, Jane O’Malley, enny Lane, Joanna Snow, Johnny Sands, Lily Dale, Little more cider, Lulu is our darling, ords of creation shal Laniac, Marion Lee, May queen, Meet me by the brook Merry sleigh-ride, Miller’s maid, Minnie Clyde, Modern belle, Mountaineer’s farew) Not for gold, Not married yet, h, carry me home, Oh, silber moon, Oh, spare homestead, old homestead, ssian’s serenade, Over the river, Old mountain tr Riding on a rail, Sailor boy’s dream, Say rae pussys Spirit voice of Belle, Squire Jones’ daughtt Snow storm, Song my mother sang Strawberry gi Wiil nobody marry. Young recruit, No. 7. Anchor’s weighed, A ride I was taking, Beautiful Venice, Billy Patterson, Breeze of the night, Bright-eyed lit. Nel v; Doley Jones, Ce in cane-brak: vening gun, Fairy Belle, : . Farewell, old cottas’ Glendy Burk, Happy Switzer, Home I leave behit! 0, gondolier, awak Ai How shall I w: Song Book No. 4. & COLLECTION OF NEW AND POPULAR COMIC AND SENTIMENTAL SoncGes. NEW YORK: BEADLE AND ADAMS, PUBLISHERS, 93 WILLIAM STREET, ‘ En’ bred according to Act of Congress, in the year 1859, Br IRWIN P. BEADLE, Inthe erk’s Office of the District Court «f the United States for the Southern District of New York. CONTENTS No. 4 iv CONTENTS We 4 My ain fireside, = - - My boyhood’s home, -—- Norah, the pride of Kildare, - Oh, God, preserve the mariner, Wh, kiss, but never tell, - - Old uncle Edward, - - Paddy on the canal, = - Poor old maids BEADLE’S DIME SONG BOOK. INO. 4. Moud- Adair and L Copied by permission of Firtu, Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, ¢wnera of the copyright. One year ago were we sixteen, Maud Adair and I, With lightsome tread we tript the green, Maud Adair and I; But Maud Adair is lying low, She left poor me three moons ago We ne’er shall meet again below, Maud Adair and I. Chorus.—My Maud Adair! Sweet Maud Adairt We'll meet again up in the sky, Maud Adair and I. One year ago, with hand in hand, Maud Adair and I, We roam’d the sunny hill and strand, Maud Adair and I; But one sad eve, with tearful eye, She whisper’d low a last “Good-by,”— We'll meet again up in the sky, Maud Adair and I. Chorus—My Maud Adair, &e. How happy were we, and how true, Mad Adair and I, Like elm and ivy, upward grew Maud Adair and I ; Oh, be thy spirit ever near To whisper softly words of cheer! While God doth guard, what can we fear, Maud Adair and I? Chorus.—My Maud Adair, &e. wo, IV. i Don’t You Cry so, Norah, Darling. Copied by permission of Firra, Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway , owners ’ of the copyright. , [Don’t you cry so, Norah, darling, Wipe those tears away, Don’t you cry so, Norah, darling, 2 Smile on me to-day; See the wind is freshly blowing, And the ship longs for the sea, Be to-day your smiles bestowing Sweetly, love, on me. Chorus.—Don’t you ery so, Norah, darling, Wipe those tears away; Don’t you cry so, Norah, darling, Smile on me to-day. Though ‘tis sad to leave you, darling, I must no more stay, Think of me, Norina, darling, When I’m far away ; And, although to part brings sadness, Keep your young heart light and free, Your sweet face adorn with gladness, Thinking still of me. Don’t you ery so, &c. Don’t you cry so, Norah, darling, Wipe those tears away, Don’t you.ery so, Norah, darling, Smile on me to-day; When from work F rest a-weary, All my thoughts-on you will Be, ‘And my life will not seem dreary, Tf you’re true to me. Don't you ery 88, &c, ‘We.are Growing Old Together. Copied by permission of Firtu, Ponp, & Co., 547 Broadway, owners of the copyright. We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear, The morning of our life is past, and evening shadesappear; Some friends we loved are in their graves, and many are estranged, But in sunshine or in shadow, our hearts are never changed. We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear, The morning of our life is past, and evening: shades appear. We are growing old together, the ivy and the tree A fitting emblem is dear, of the love ’twixt you and’me ; To be worthy of each other in the past was all our aim, And’tis pleasant, now to know, dear, our hearts are still the same. We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear, The morning of our life is past, and evening shades appear. We are growing old together, together may we die— Together may our spirits soar to our home beyond the sky ; For we loved as few cam love, dear, when life’s flowery paths we ranged, : And though we’ye wander’d long here; our nearts have never changed. We are growing old together, thou dearest of the dear, The morning of our life is past, and evening shades appear. Cottage by the Sea. Copied by permission of Fixru, Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, owners of the copyright. Vorirrnncees Childhood’s days now pass before me Forms and scenes of long ago, Like a dream they hover o’er me, Calm and bright as evneing’s glow, Days that know no shade of sorrow, There my young heart pure and free, Joyful hail’d each coming morrow In the Cottage by the Sea. CHORUS. In the Cottage by the Sea, In the Cottage by the Sea, Joyful hail’d each coming morrew, In the Cottage by the Sea. fancy sees the rose-trees twining, Round the old and rustic door, And below, the white beach shining, Where I gather’d shells of yore. Hears my mother’s gentle warning, As she took me on her knee ; And I feel again life’s morning, In the Cottage by the Sea. j In the Cottage by the Sea, &. What though years rolled above me, ‘ Though mid fairer scenes I roam, Yet I ne’er shall cease to_love thee, Childhood’s dear and happy home! And when life’s long day is closing, Oh! how pleasant it would be; On some faithful neart reposing In the Cottage by the Sea. In the Cottage by the Sea, Be, « Wen Fisher and Wife. Copied by permission of Firtu, Ponp, & Co., 547 Broadway, N. Yy publishers of the music, Ben Fisher had finish’d his hard day’s work, And he sat at his cottage door ; His good wife Kate sat by his side, : And the moonlight danced on the floor— The moonlight danced on the cottage floor, Her beams were clear and bright, As when he and Kate, twelve years before, Talk’d love in her mellow light. - Talk’d love in her mellow light. Chorus.—The moonlight danced on the cottage floor, Her beams were clear and bright, As when he and Kate, twelve years before, Talk’d love in her mellow light. ? Ben Fisher had never a pipe of clay, And never a dram drank he, So he loved at home with his wife to stay, And they chatted right merrily— Right merrily they chatted on, er babe slept on her breast, While a chubby rogue, with rosy smile, On his father’s knee found rest, On his father’s knee found rest, Right merrily, &c, Ben told her how fast the potatoes grew, , And the corn in the lower field, , And the wheat on the hills arse to seed, And promised a glorious yield. A glorious yield in the’summer-time, nd his orchard was doing fair, His sheep and.his flock were in their prime, His farm all in good repair, His farm all in good repair. A glorious yield, &. 10 Kate said that ber garden look’d beautiful, Her fowls and her calves were fat, The butter that Tommy that morning had churn’d, Would buy him a Sunday hat. That Jenny for pa a new shirt had made, And it was done, too, by the rule, That Neddy nicely could the garden spade, And Ann was up head at school. And Ann was up head at school. That Jenny for pa, &e. Ben slowly raised his toil-worn hand, Through his locks of grayish brown: “Tl tell you, Kate, what I think,” said he, “We're the happiest folks in town.” “T know,” said Kate, “that we all work hard Work and health fe. together I’ve found, For there’s Mrs. Bell does not work at all, And she’s sick the wnole year round, And she’s sick the whole year round, ‘I know,” said Kate, &c. “They are worth their thousands, so people say, But I ne’er saw them happy yet; ’Twould not, be me that would take their gold, And live in a constant fret... od home has a light within, rs. Bell’s.gold.could not buy— Six lovely children, a merry heart, And a husband’s love-lit eye, And a husband’s love-lit eye. My humble home, &c. I fancied a tear was in Ben’s fine eye, The moon shone brighter and clearer, I could not.tell why the man should cry, But he hitch’d up to Kate still nearer. He lear.’d his head on her shoulder there, And he took her hand in his, And I guess (though I look’d at the moon just then), That he left on her lips a kiss, That.he left on ker lips a kiss. He lean’d his head, &e. Bt A National Song. All hail! » Unfurl the: stripes and starst! The banner of the free! Ten times: ten thousand patriots greet The shrine of Liberty; Come, with one heart, one- hope, one aim, An undivided band, To elevate, with solemn rites; The ruler of our land, ' Not.to invest a potentate; With robes of majesty— Not to confer‘a kingly crown, Nor bend a supple knee: We now beneath no scepter’d sway— Obey no royal:nod Columbia’s sons, erect:and free, Kneel only: to:their God! Our ruler boasts no titled rank, No ancient, princely line— No legal riglit to sovereignty, Ancestral and divine. A patriot—at his.country’s call Responding to her voice One of theypeople—he becomes, A sovereign. by our; choice, And now,-:before:the: mighty pile, We’ve rear’d to Liberty, He swears:to cherish and /defend The charter;of:the free! God,of,our, country !; seal: his oath: With thy supreme assent. God save the Union of the States! Ged save the President! The Old Brown Cot. oo Among the scenes to memory dear, To which my fancy oft returns, And for those long-lost days of Joy My spirit in its sadness dreams. There’s none which seems so dear to me As that where past life’s early morn; There’s none for which I sigh so oft, As for the cot where I was born. CHORUS. The old brown cot, the low brown cot, The moss-grown cot beneath the hill; Though years have pass’d since I was there, I love it, oh, I love it still. It stood beside the running brook Whose waters turn’d the noisy mill; And close beside the tall old oaks That nodded on the sloping hill. The woodbine creeping o’er the walls, The sunshine on the grassy pilot, How beautiful were they to me, When bome was in that old brown cot! The old brown cot, &c. Though I may view the fairest land On which the sun in glory beams, And dwell in climes more beautiful Than poets visit in their dreams, Still will affection linger round That loved and consecrated spot, Acd tears will fall as I go back To boyhood and the old brown cet The old brown cot, &. Come, gang awa’ wi’ me. Yepied by permission of Firru, Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, N. Y., publishers of the music, Oh! come my love, the moon shines bright, Across yon rippling sea, , Come let thy heart be gay and light, And hasten love wi’ me. *Tis mony a night sin’ first we met Beneath the greenwood tree, Then let thy heart be lighter yet, Come, gang awa’ wi’ me. *Tis mony a night sin’ first we met, Beneath'the greenwood tree, Then let thy heart be lighter yet, Come gang awa’ wi’ me. Oh! tarry not, my only love, I’ve pledged myself to thee, And by yon stars that shine above, Forever thine I'll be; "Tis mony a night sin’ first we met Beneath the greenwood tree, Then say, cre yonder stars have set, Thowlt gang awa’ wi’ me. *Tis mony a night sin’ first we met Beneath the greenwood tree, Then say ere yonder stara have set, Thou'lt gang awa’ wi’ me. Thy features are so fair my love, . Thy mind is ever free, { Oh! let thy willing heart still prove ! The love thou bear’st to me. *Tis mony a night sin’ first we met it Beneath the greenwood tree, f Then say ere yonder stars have eet, Pil gang awa’ wi’ ye. "Tis mony a night sin’ first we met, Beneath the greenwood tree. Then say; ere yonder stars have set, 7") gang awa’ wi’ ye. The Railroad Engineer’s Sone. —— eC I love—oh, how I love to ride The Iron Horse in his fiery pride! All other joys seem dull and vain, When I lay my hand on his misty mane, © Fear him not! with his ribs of steel, His flaming throat, and his. brushing wheel; And his smoky crest, so, black and tall, Like a pillar cover’d with a funeral. pall, Though his stamping shakes the solid ground, And he scatters fire-flakes all around, He’s gentle as jennet in lady’s rein When he feels my hand on his misty mane. Set me astride of the Iron Horse! Full of fierce fury, speed, and force; And hark how he pants, and blows, and snorts, While my skill his eager bounding thwarts. But when I’m mounted, on his,back, And you see-him coming—clear the track! Nothing can check, him on his. course, As he thunders along—my Iron Horse! Then huzza! the Iron Horse for me! The eagle scarce flies as fast as he; He skims the valley and scours the plain, And shakes, like a cloud, his misty mane. He tracks the prairie, climbe the hill, The wild woods echo his rs shrill ; And when the fierce tem lashes the.shores, Louder than evar, the storm. he roars. * 15 ~ Linda’s gone to Baltimore. Copied by permission of Frrtx, Porn & Co., 547 Broadway, N. ¥., publishers of the music. Oh, Linda’s gone to Baltimore, To stay a week or two, And till she comes safe home agata, I don’t know what to do. I take the banjo on my knee, But can not hear to play, For music only makes me sad, When Linda’s gone away, When Linda’s gone away. CHORUS, Oh, my heart am very lonely All the night and day, For every thing seems sad ax@ drear, When Linda’s gone away. \ T think of all the olden times We’ve had when she was here, I did not know ’till she was gone, That she was half so dear, The flowers are blooming all arouna And all but me are gay, For all the time I think or dream Of Linda far away. Chorus.—Oh, my heart am very lonely, &c. Though many years have pass’d and gone Since we were in our prime, T loved. her more.as'on we roam’d Adown the Vale of Time! How very much she thinks of me, Ishould not dare to say; But oh, it always breaks my heart When Linda’s gone away: Ohorus.—Oh, my heart am Very lovely, “be Uncle Tim, the Toper. There was an old toper, his name was Uncle Tim, + And he lived long ago, long ago; And he spent all his money for whiskey and gin, At the place where he hadn’t ought to go. CHORUS. So, throw away the bottle and the jug ! Hang up the dipper and the mug! There’s no more hard drink for old Uncle Tim, For he’s thrown away the bottle and the jug! Uncle Tim had a nose like a red woolen sack, And the pimples on his face not a few ; And he had one eye that was very, very black, And tne other t’otber’one was blue ! The hair on his head was like a mop on a stick, And he had but, one leg for to go; So you see he couldn’t go for to come it very quick, So he had to, and go it very slow. Uncle Tim was a hard one, and he used to take his T, And the way he used to take it wasn’t slow ; And the kind he used to take it wasn’t Bohee, If it had a been it wouldn’t have served him so. Oh! he toddled, t’other day, into the William Tell A noted loafer’s cubby-hole, you know ; Where they sell for medicine the raw material, And sea-turtlés cauglit in the Ohio. He drank and he spree’d till his money was all-gone, And he’couldn’t drink and spree it any more ; 4nd then they kiok’d him out, and he went zigzag home, Just.as he'd done many times before. hen the Devil, with the poker, and all the evil ones, Got after him and worried him full sore ; says he, “ Old joker; I’m going to join the Sons, 0 you can’t come it never any more!” Now come, you liquor-sellers, and you liquor-drinkers toe; Give up the bad practice, and be men! Gome up and join the Sons, and stick to them, too, Aad pever touch the filthy stuff again Bonnie Jamie. =o 0 e—__— The twilight hour is stealing, The day is dying fast, Neath the birken tree I’m kneeling, Where Jamie met me last. Where Jamie met me last; While tears fell from mine e’e, But my bonnie, bonnie Jamis Has cross’ d the stormy sea, The war’s alarms were sounding, For soldiers brave and true, My deary’s heart was bounding, He join’d the army too. He join'd the army too, To fight for liberty, Oh, my bonnie, bonnie Jamie Has gone to war to dee. Sin e’er I was a bairnee, My Jamie I ha’ known, The fire of his bright e’e, His voice sae saft and low. His voice sae saft and low, So snood and braw look’d he, Oh, my bonnie, bonnie Jamie, -Will I nae mair see thee? I gave unto my dearie A lock of my gowden hair, His sword I buckled cheerie, And kiss’d his brow sae fair. And kiss’d his brow sae fair, Which he gave back to me, Oh, my bonnie, bonnie Jamie, Is a’ the world to me. Brave Mars, thou God of Battle, My heart now speaks to thee, When cannons loudly rattle, On my dearie keep thine e’e. On my dearie keep thine e’e, ee Vl gie to thee, or my bonnie, bonnie Jamie, He’s a’ the werld to me. we PH Hang my Harp on a- Willow-Tree. 8 © Ul hang my harp on a willow-tree, : ‘TIl off to the wars again, ® My peaceful home has no charms for me, ‘The battle-field no pain ; The lady I love will soon be a bride With a diadem on hér brow; Oh, why did she flatter my boyish pride, She’s going to leave me now. : Oh, why, &c. F She took me away from my warlike lord, And gave me a silken’suit, I thought no more of my master’s sword, When I play’d on my master’s lute. She seem’d to think me a boy above ; Her peges of low degree ; Oh, had I but loved with a boyish love, It would have been better for me; ‘ Oh, had I, &e. Then I'll hide in my breast every selfish care; [ll flush my pale cheeks with wine; When smiles awake the bridal pair Til hasten to give them mine ; Til laugh and I'll sing, though my heart may bleed, And Ill walk in the festal train, And if I survive it Pl mount my steed, And Ill off tothe wars again. ' And if I survive, &¢. Bat one golden tress of her hair Pll twine in my helmet’s sable plume, nd then on the field of Palestine, Til seek an early doom. And if by the Saracen’s hand I fall, *Mid the noble.and the brave, & téar from my lady love is all ee T ask for the warrior’s grave. < A teat from, &e, 19 se Fohnny is Gone for a Soldier. ew Pll trace these gardens,o’er and o’er, Meditate on each sweet flower, Thinking of-each-happy hour,— Oh, Johnny is gone for a soldier. CHORUS. Shool, Shool, Shool, agrah ! Time can only ease my woe, Since the ladof my. heart from me did go Oh, Johnny: is gone for a soldier, Some say my love is gone to France, There his fortune to advance, And. if I find, him it’s, but, a;chance,— Oh, Johnny is. gone for a soldier, Shool, Shool, &e, Pll sell my frock, I'll sell my wheel, fll buy my love a sword of steel, So in the. battle he may reel,— Oh, Johnny is gone for a, soldier. Shool, Shool, &e, I wish-J, was.on. yonder hill, It’s there J’d-sit-and ery my fill; So every tear,may turn’a mill,— Oh, Johnny is gone for a soldier. Shool, Shool, &c. ‘Tu dye my dress, Ill dye it red, Allover the world U1l. beg. my. bread, So my parents may think medead— Oh, Johnny is gone for a seldier, Shool, Shocl, da: We are all so Fond of Wissing. Oh, kiss me quick and let me go, Don’t keep me here‘a waiting, For if by chance we should be caught, It would set the gals a talking, I vow, I quite in passion get, To see you act so silly, in I think I'll have to kiss you first, F For I’m getting very chilly. CHORUS. Oh, kiss me quick, and let me go, Don’t keep me here a waiting, For if by chance we should be caught, It would set the gals a talking. She’s fond of kissing, that I know, So often as I meet her, She says, ‘‘ Kiss me quick, and let me go, You'll love me all the better.” At evening when the room was dark, And time was getting later, I thought I’d steal a kiss from her, And I kiss’d the Nigger Waiter. Oh, kiss me quick, &c. i Oh, now I'll give you good advice, 4 When you go a sparking, Don’t do your kissing in the dark, : a ! For fear your lips of marking. But choose the day and fear no shame, if its not distressing, Tm sure its nothing very new, 4 For we’re all so fond of kissing. Qh, kiss me quick, and let me ge, a 21 Tom Brown. + od + The King will take the Queen, And the Queen will take the Jack; And now as we’re together here, We'll ne’er a one go back: Here’s to you, Tom Brown, And with you I'll drink a quart; Here’s to you with all my heart, And with you I'll spend a shilling or two, And thus before we part, Here’s to you, Tom Brown. Repeat. The Jack will take the Ten, And the Ten will take the Nine ; And now that we're together here, We'll take a glass of wine. Here’s to you, Tom Brown, &c. The Nine will take the Hight, And the Eight will take the Seven; And now that we’re together here, We'll stay ’till after eleven. Here’s to you, Tom Brown, &c. The Seven will take the Six, And the Six will take the Five ; And now that we’re together here, We'll drink while we’re alive, Here’s to you, Tom Brown, &e. The Five will take the Four, And the Four will take the Trey, (three) And now that we’re together here, We'll stay till the break of day. Here’s to you, Tom Brown, &c. The Trey will take the Deuce, (two) And the Deuce won’t take the One; And now that we’re together here, We'll quit where we’ve begun. Here’s to you, Tom Brown, &e. 92 ———- Ain’t { Glad i Get Out of the Wilderness. ° . Music— Tum, Tum, Tun, Tum. Choras.— Ahaa—Ahaa—Ahaa—Ahaa. Solo— Way: down south in Beaver Creek, . In Beaver Creek, in Beaver Creek, De niggers—dey grow about ten feet, Way down in Alabam. Chorus, Oh, ain’t I glad we got out of the wilderness Out of the wilderness, Oh, ain’t we glad we got out of the wilderness And left old Alabam. [Symphony with, dance as;aboye,] Solo— Dey wet the ground wid baccai smoke, Wid'bacca smoke, wid bacca: smoke, When out of de ground dar heads do poke. Way down in Alabam, “ance & Chorus—Oh, ain’t I glad, etc. My. wife’s dead, an I'll get anuder one, Til get,anuder one, I’ll get, anuder one, My wife’s dead, and I’ll.get,anuder one, Way down.in Alabam, Dance & Chorus—Oh, ain’t I glad, etc. Solo— I met a cat-fish in the ribber, In the ribber, in the ribber, I golly, it made dis nigger shiver Way down in Alabam: Dance & Chorus—Oh, ain’t I glad, ete. Solo— I steer’d right straight;for de-critters snows De-critter’s snout, de:critter’s snom, Turned de.cat-fish inside out, Way down. in Alabam. Dance & Chorus—Oh, ain’t I’ glad) ete: Solo— Oh, here. we go now altogether, All together, all together, Nebber mind de wind or wedder, Way, down in Alabam, Dance & Chorus—Ob, ain’t I glad. 23 Jolly Jack the Rover. oO Here I am.one, and still will be, Who spend their days in pleasure, The tailor’s bill is seldom fill’d, 1 For he’s never took my measure. Chorwse.—It must be while I do live, And I must not give over, Until old age doth me engage, From being a jolly rover. It’s on my vamps, I take my tramps, My shoes being in a bad order, a stockings down into the groun, or I seldom wears a garter. It must be, &c. If I would dress np in fine clothes, Thé ladies would adore me, The fops of beaux that wear fine ciothes, They think to go before me, Tt must be, &e. It’s I can play at cards and dice, Let me be drunk or sober, Win or lose, I’ll have my dues, For I’m Jolly Jack the Rover. It must be, &c. Three tons of wool through a comb I pul — Allin the neatest order, As white as milk and soft as silk, To please the farmer’s daughter. It must be, &e. Wher my work’s done and finish’d off, I'll take it.to the owner, [ have no-doubt that she’s found out, That I’m Jolly Jack the Rover. It. must be, &e, When I am old, if I have gold, T’lLset down by my table, With you my dear, I'll toast good beer kai drink while I am able. It must be, &c. When I am dead, and in my grave, It’s then I must give over, Let each jolly lass fll a parting ‘glass, And drink’a health te Jack'the Reves. Tt ronst be, &e. \ 24 Soomebody’s Courting Somebody. Copied by permission of Firrn, Ponp, & Co., 547 Broadway, owners of the copyright. Somebody’s courting somebody Somewhere or other to-night ; Somebody’s whispering to somebody, Under the clear moonlight, Near the bright river’s flow, Running so still and slow; Talking so soft and low, She sits with somebody. ° Somebody’s courting somebody Somewhere or other to-night ; Somebody’s listening to somebody Under the clear moonlight, Under the clear moonlight. Pacing the ocean shore, Edged by the foaming roar, Words never breatlied before, Sound sweet to somebody ; Under the maple-tree, Deep though the shadow be, Plain enough they can see, Bright eyes has somebody. Somebody’s courting somebody Somewhere or other to-night ; Somebody’s listening to somebody Under the clear moonlight, Under the clear moonlight. aNO ome sits up to wait, Though she is out so late, All know she’s at the gate Talking with somebody; Two sitting side by side, Float with the ebbing tide, “Thus, dearest, may we glide Through life,” says somebody. - Somebody’s courting somebody Somewhere or other to-night; Somebody’s listening to somebody Under the clear moonlight, Under the clear moonlight. 25 The Little Low Room where I Courted my Wife, Copied by permisson of Fira, Ponp & Co., 547 Broadway, publisher | of the music. 4 My brow is seam’d o’er with the iron of years, And the snow threads are gleaming the furrows among, My eyes have grown dim in the shadow of tears,: here the flowers of my soul have died as they sprung, But memory bears to me on its broad wings Bright images true of my earliest life, And there, ’mid the fairest of all that is seen, ~ Is the little low room where I courted my wife, Is the little low room where I courted my wife, That low, humble room seem’d a palace of light, As love held his torch, and illumined the scene, With glory of state and profusion bedight, Where I was a monarch, my darling a queen; Ourselves were our subjects, pledged loyal were each, And which should love best was our heartiest strife ; What tales could it tell, if possessing a speech, , That little low room where I courted my wife, That little low room where I courted my wife. Warm vows has it heard, the warmest e’er spoke, Where lips have met lips in holy embrace, Where feelings that never to utterance woke, It saw oft reveal’d in a duplicate face ; The-sweet hours hasten’d, how quickly they flew, With fervent devotion and ecstasy rife ! Our hearts throbb’d the hours, but how I ne’er knew, In the little low room where I courted my wife, In the little low room where I courted my wife. athe romance of youth lent its rapturous zest, And fairydom knew no delight like our own ; ~ Our words were but. few, but ey were the best, A dialect sweet for ourselves all alone. so anxious to hear what the other might say, We neither could utter a word for our life ; Thus the hours, iu silence, pass’d quickly away In the little low room where I courted my wife, In the little low room where I courted my wife, i) Long years have since pass’d o’er my darling and I, | fhe roses have vanish’d away from her cheek, But the merciless moments, as onward they fly, Leaye-love still undimm’d in her bosom so meek ; Tuat love is the light to our faltering feet, Our comfort in fours with sorrowing rife, Our blessings in joy, as with joy ’twas replete, In the little low room where [ courted my wife, In the little low room where I courted my wife. Stand by the Flag. fopied by permission of Firta, Porn & Co., 547 Broadway, owners ¢ of the copyright. Stand by the flag, its folds have stream’d in glory, To foes, a fear, to friends a festal robe, And spread in rythmic lines the sacred story, Of freedom’s triumphs over all the globe; Stand by the flag on land and ocean billow; By it your fathers stood unmoved and true ; Living defended; dying, from their pillow, With their last blessing, pass’d it, on to you, Stand by the'flag, though death-sliots: round it rattle; And underneath its waving folds have met, In all'the dread array of sanguine battle, The quivering lance and glittering bayonet, Stand by the flag, all doubt and ‘treason scorning, Believe with courage firm and faith sublime That it will float until the eternal’ morning Pales in its glories ail he lights of time, i... Galtvom:- tho South, ep t* My Massa had a-color’d ‘gal He brought her from the South, % Her hair it curl’d go ‘very tight, She could not shut her mouth, Her eyes they were so very small, They both ran into one, And when a fly lit in her eye, Twas like a June-bug in the, sum, CHORUS. Ha, ha, ha, yah, yah, yah, The gal from the South ; Her hair it curl’d so very tight, She could not shut her mouth, Her nose, it was so very long, It turn’d up like a squash, And when she got her dander up, She made me laugh, by gosh! . Old Massa had no hooks or nails Or nothing else like that, So on this darkie’s nose he used To hang his coat and hat. Chorus.—Ha, ha, ha, yah, yah, yah,-&e. One morning Massa going:away, 7 He went to get his coat, But neither hat nor coat was there, For she had swallow’d both. He took her to-a tailor shop, fo hayé her mouth made small, The lady took in one long breath, And swallow’d tailor and all! Cherws.—Ha, ba, ha, yab, yah, yah, de 28 Commence you Darlcies all. Gopied by permission of Fintn, Ponp, & Co., 547 Broadway, owners of the copyright. : White folks, Iam goin’ to sing A song dat am quite new, Ob myself an’ banjo-string, q An’ you, an’ you, an’ you! ; Oh, Sam, don’t laugh, I say, Our strings will Bass in tune, Just listen to de banjo play For de white folks ’round de room! = CHORUS, Den commence you darkies all, As loud as you can bawl! Commence you darkies all, to-night. b Touch light de banjo-string, An’ rattle de ole jaw-oone, Oh, merrily sound de tamborine, An’ make de fiddle hum ; An’ make de fiddle hum, old dad ; De way dem bones will shake, Am a caution to all living niggs, An’ a deff to rattlesnakes. Den commence, &c. “Oh, for a piano or guitar !” I hear a fair one cry; But when I hear dese instruments, I tink I’d like to die. I tink I'd like to die, I does, I could lay me down to rest, For music hab such ’lodious sounds Tu soothe dis darkey’s breast. Den commence, &e. When I go to promenade, T look so fine an’ gay, I hab-to take de dogs along Te keep de gals away; My busom am so full ob lub, iat Pec ve "Il bid you all good-by, at “An” trabble to de West’ x Den commence, -&c. . Copied by permi: Jane Monroe. ssion of Wa. Hatt & Soy, 547 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. It was down in Louisiana, Not many years ago, T fell in lub wid a pretty gal, And her name was Jane Monroe; Her eyes was bright as diamonds, Her teeth was white as snow— Oh, de prettiest gal I eber saw, Was charming Jane Monroe! CHORUS. But now she is far, far away, And we hear from her ebery day ; 4nd if she was here we’d have nothing to fees, For we darkies all lub her so gay. She was like a model, From her head down to her toe, And sprightly as de hopper grass, Was charming Jane Monroe. Td rather be a slave for life, And hab de corn to hoe, Dan to be free, and lib widout My charming Jane Monroe. But now she is far, far away, &e. A darkey trader came one day, And bought my gal from me, And left me here alone to mourn Beneaf de cypress-tree ; It fill’d my heart wid grief an’ pain, To think dey'd treat me so, But I live in hopes to mect-again My charming Jane Monroe, But now she far, far away, &e, 80 I’m not Myself at all. Stee Gian Oh! I’m not myseif at-all, Molly dearyMolly dear, I’m not myselfat all, ; Nothingearing, nothing knowing, ’tis after you I’m ge i Faith your shadow ’tis I’m growing, Molly dear, Molly dear, And I’m not myself at all. Th’other day I went confessin’, and I ask’d the father’s blessin But says I, ‘‘ Don’t give’me one entirely, For dofretted so last year, But the lalf\o’ meis here, So give the other half to Molly Bnerly Oh! I’m not myself at all.” Ob! I’m not, myself. at all, Molly dear, Molly dear, My appetite’s so small, I once could pick a:goose, but my buttons are no use, Faith my tightest coatis loose, Molly dear, Molly dear, And I’m not myself at all. If thus itis T-waste, you'd better dear make haste Before your loyver’s gone away entirely, If you.don’t.soon change your mind Not a bit'o’ me you'll find, And what tad woe think ’o that Molly Brierly? Oh! I’m not myself-at all. , Oh! my shadow on the wall, Molly dear, Molly dear, Isn’t like myself at all. For I’ve got 80 very thin, myself says ’tisn’t him, But that purty girl'so slim, Molly dear, Molly dear, And I’m not myselfat all. If thus I ‘smaller grow, all fretting/deat for you, *Tis you should make me up the deficiency, So just.let Father Taaf Make you my better half, And you will not the worse for the addition be ; Ob! I’m not myself at all. I'll be not myself at all, Molly dear, Molly dear, *Till you my own I call. Since a change o’er me there carne, shure you might change your name, And’twould just come to the same, Molly dear, Molly dear, Oh ! twould just come the same; Forif you and I were one,allconfusion would be gone, And’twould simplify the mather entirely, And ’twould save us so much bother When we’d both be one another, So listen now to rayson, Molly Brierly, Oh! I’m not myself at all. 31 Erin is my Home. Oh, I have roam’d in many lands, And many friends I’ve met ; Not one fair scene or kindly smile Can this fond heart forget ; But I’ll confess that I’m) content, No more’ I wish to roam ; Oh, steer my bark to Erin’s isle,— For Erin is my home. Oh, steer my bark, &e. If England were my place of birth, I'd love her tranquil shore; But if Columbia were my home, Her freedom I’d adore. Though pleasant days in both I pass’d, I dream of days to come; Oh, steer my bark to Erin’s isle,— For Erin is my home. Oh, steer my bark, &c. The Harp that once thro’ Tara’s Halls. ep © ee The harp that once through Tara’s halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara’s walls, As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the peat of former, days, So glory’s thrill is o’er, And hearts that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more. No more to chiefs and ladies bright, The harp of Tara swells; The chord alone, that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin, tells. Thus freedom now but seldom wakes;, The only throb she gives, Is when some heart indignant breaks, To show that still she lives, 82 IW ish he would Decide, Mamma. Copied by permission of Fr IRtR, Pony & Co., 547 Broadway, N. ¥ publishers of the music. I wish he would decide, Mamma, I wish he would decide, I’ve been a bridesmaid many. time; When shall I be a bride; My cousin Anne and sister Fan, The nuptial knot have tied, Yet come what will I’m single 1 still, Yet come what will I’m single still, I wish he would decide. When shall I be a-bride, When: shall I be a bride, For come what will I’m single still, I wish he would decide. He takes me to the play, Mamma, And brings me pretty books, He woos me with his eyes, Mamma, Such speechless things he looks. Where e’er I roam, abroad, at home, He lingers by my side, “Yet come what will I’m single still, Yet come what will ’m single still, I wish he would decide. When shsll I be a bride, When shall I be a bride, For come what will I’m single still, I wish he would decide. I’ve thrown out many a hint, Mamma, I’ve spoke of other beaux, Pve talk’d about domestic life, And sung “They don’t propose.” Then if he means to break, Mamma, My passion and my pride, Unconquer’d yet I'll scorn regret, Unconquer’d yet I'll scorn regret, Although he won’t decide, Although he won't decide, Although he won’t decide, Unconquer’d yet I'll scorn regret, Although he won’t decide. | [ve been Roaming o'er the Prairies Pve been roaming, roaming o’er the prairies wild Plucking dewy blossoms, happy as a child; Casting care and sadness very far away, For the eurth rejoices on this pleasant day. Pve been roaming, roaming where the lilies sleep, i} On the tiny lakelet sparkling coo} and deep. Where the. brooklet singeth oer the pebbles white, Making gladsome music glancing in the light. Pve been roaming, roaming through the wild wood deep Searching for the flowrets when the prairies s.eep; In the tiny blossoms swaying to end fro, Whispering to each other very soft and low. I’ve beeieroaming, roaming o’er the dewy g7.28ss; Gemm’d with fairy blossoms waving as I peas, For the breeze was flitting o’er the grassy Ica, Whispering many a story to the flowers and me; For the breeze was flitting o’er the grassy lea, Whispering many a story to the flowers and me. Oh, Kiss but never Tell. Copied by permission of Firtn, Powp & Co., Music Publishers, 547 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. When love grows warm there is a charm, And-oft a sacred bliss, When fond hearts greet for lips to meet In sweet affection’s kiss; But to reveal the sacred seal Which hallows it so well, May uench love's flame with breath of shame, ; ' So kiss but never tell. CHORUS, x Oh, kiss, but never tell, oh never! Breathing breaks the spell, True lovers pledged to keep forever, Kiss, but never tell. 84 At night, when eyes like stars beam bright, And kindred souls commune, And heart to heart love’s vows impart, Beneath the smiling moon ; At such an hour of magic power, What hallow’d raptures dwell, In each true breast by honor blest, To kiss, and never tell. Columbia Rules the Sea. Oapied 2 permission of Friern, Ponp & Co., Music Publishers, Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright. The pennon fluttersin the breeze, The anchor comes a-peak, Let fall, sheet home, The briny foam and ocean’s wave we seek; The booming gun speaks our adieu, Fast fades our native shore, Coulumbia free shall rule the sea Britannia ruled of yore. We go the tempest’s wrath to dare, The billows’ madden’d play. Now climbing high against the sky, Now rolling low away ; While Yankee oak bears Yankee hearta, - Courageous to the core, Columbia free shail rule the sea, Britannia ruled of yore. We'll bear her flag around the world, In thunder and in flame, ; The sea-girt isles a wreath of smiles .. Shall form around her name ; The wind shall pipe her pans loud, The billowy chorus roar, Columbia free shall rule the sea, Britannia ruled of yore. ‘Would I were a Boy again. —_—_—_ Oo Oh, would I were a boy again, When life seem’d form’d of sunny years, And all the heart then knew of pain Was swept away in transient tears, ‘Was swept away in transient tears. When ev’ry dream hope whisper’d then, My fancy deem’d was only truth; Oh, would that I could Know again, The happy visions of my youth. Oh, would I were a boy again, &, ’Tis vain to mourn that years have shown How false these fairy visions were, Or murmur that mine eyes have known The burden of a fleeting tear ; But. still the heart, will fondly cling To hopes no longer prized as truth, And memory still delights to bring The happy visions of my youth. Oh, would I were a boy again, &e, Would I were a Girl . again. ——=3 6a Oh, would T were a girl again With heart and eyirit free, : To gayly rove the village ‘plain, »_ Or singing o er the lea: Then can you wonder if I sigh And sadly thus deplore, To wish for days, alas ! gone by, And be a girl once more. geyly trod the mountain side, new naught of care or gloom, Its purple bells brought home with pride, To deck my mother’s room Then can you wonder if I sigh, de. 86 The Farmer's Boy. —_ The sun had gone down behind yon hill, And o’er yon dreary moor, When, weary and lame, a boy there came Up to a Farmer’s door,— Saying, can you tell me, if any there be, Can give to me employ, For to plow, for to mow, for to reap, for te sow, For to be a Farmer’s Boy. My father is dead, my mother is left With her five children small, And what is worse, for mother still, I'm the eldest of them all; Though small I am, I fear no work, If you will give me employ. Fer to plow, &. One favor yet I ask, If you can not me employ, That is to shelter me this one night From the cold winter’s blast; At the break of day, I will trudge away, Elsewhere to seek employ, For to plow, &c. The farmer says, ‘“‘ We will try the lad, No further let him seek.” Oh, yes, dear father, his daughter cried, While the tears rolled down her cheek ; For him that can labor it is hard to want, Or elsewhere to seek employ For to plow, &c. At length of years this boy grew up, This good old farmer died, He left the boy the farm he had, And his daughter for his bride. The boy that was, is a farmer now, And he oft times thinks with joy, On'the happy, happy day, he came that way, For to he a Farmer’s Boy. *- 87 Paddy on the Canal. When I landed in sweet Philadelphia, the weather was pleas- ant and clear, I did not stay long in the city, so quickly I shall let you hear. I did not stay long in the city, for it happen’d to be in the fall. I never reef’d a sail in my rigging, till I anchor’d out on the canal. Qxorvs.—So fare you well, father and mother, Likewise to old Ireland too; So fare you well, sister and brother, So kindly I’ll bid you adieu. When I came to this wonderful rampire, it fill’d me with the greatest surprise, To see such a great undertaking, on the like I never open’d my eyes; To see full a thousand brave fellows at work among moun- tains so tall, To dig through the valleys so level, through rocks for to cut a canal. So fare you well, &c. I enter’d with them for a season, my monthly pay for to draw, And being in very good humor, I often sang Erin Go Bragh. Our provision it was’very plenty, to complain we’d no reason i at all, I had money in every pocket while working upon the canal. So fare you well, &. I learnt to be very handy, to use both the shovel and spade, I learnt the whole art of canalling—I think it an excellent trade, I learned to be very handy. although I was not very tall, I could handle the sprig of shuillelah, with the. best man on the canal. So fare you well, &c. I being an entire stra1.zer, be sure I had not much to say, The boss came round in a hurry, says, “Boys, it is grog-time. a-day ;” ~We = marched up in good order, he was father now unto us y a 4 Sure I wish’d myself from that moment to be working upon the canal. . So fare you well, &c. When at night we all rest from our labor, be sure but our rent is all paid We lay down our pick and our shovel, likewise our axe and our spade. We all = es together, there was nothing our minds to ‘ enthra . If happiness be in this wide world, I am sure it is on the sanal. So fare you weil, de They don’t wish Me at . Home.