» BEADLE’S Song Book Nos COMIC AND SENTIMENTAL NEW YORK: BEADLE AND COMPANY, General Dime Book Publishers. —~ Books for the Hour! MILITARY EXPLOITS OF Great Soldiers and Generals. BEADLE’S DIME BIOGRAPHICAL LIBRARY, Each Issue Complete. 100 Pages. Price Ten Cents. No. 6.—Tue Lirz, Mmirary anp Crvic SERVICES oF Lizut.-Gen. WINFIELD SCOTT. Complete up to the present period. No. 4.—Txe Lirs, Tres AnD SERVICRS or ANTHONY WAYNE (Map Antuony): Brigadier-General in the War of the Revolution, and Commander-in-Chief of the Army during the Indian War. © No. 1—Tas Lire or JOSEPH GARIBALDI: The Liberator of Italy. Complete up to the withdrawal of Gar ibaldi to his Island Home, after the Neapolitan Campaign, 1860. These brilliant books of the most brilliant Commanders and soldiers of modern times possess remarkable interest at this moment. Each book will be found to be a full record of the men and events in which they acted so splendid a part. EVERY YOUNG MAN SHOULD READ THEM! EVERY SOLDIER SHOULD READ THEM} EVERY LOVER OF THE UNION SHOULD READ THEM! For Sale at all News Depots. ‘Song Book No. 2. a A COLLECTION OF NEW AND POPULAR COMIC AND SENTIMENTAL i SONGS. ——_ ——__—_— NEW YORK: IRWIN P. BEADLE, & COn NO, 137 WILLIAM STREET. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1860 By 1RWIN, P. BEADLE & CO., ia the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the Southern district of New York. CONTENTS OF DIME SONG BOOK NO. 2. a . . Page Alice Gray, - - - * e ° ° « 10 America, - . . “ - i 52 Banks of the Old Mohawk, - : eee ae Be Kind to Each Other, ap tere tenet eT 2. 80 Billy Grimes the Rover, - - . - : - 46 Bevan Olen em. 3h BT Come Sit Thee Down, - . . « ace par Cora Lee, - -.. - : - - . - - 50 Crazy Jane, -- - - - - - ° - 29 Darling Nelly Moore, - = - * 0 9! tiy\i9) - i368 ~ Darling Old Stick,” - . - - - . =. (94. Fireman’s Victory, ee ene ath ise] 5791 Good News from ne, - . Sa ase etn. 168 Good-Night, - - is : . : 48 Grave of Lilly Dale, «nt pmall alt nade amoll=chho Graves of a Household, - . : . . 54 Home, Sweet Home, Si et ee a I have no Mother Now, wT 3 - e 60 I'm leaving Thee in Barro, APMC FT il G oti) «046 I miss. Thee sO, - - aie sooriitr oaeckh et 31 0 TShouldn’t Like to Tell, et Se lt ae oe UES I Wandered by the Brook- Side, en lt eo 831 ES Katy Darling,.- -- AME ite Te on se T Dnihicon Mavs + ~ pC} 8S Little Katy; or, Hot Corn, - - - - = 24 Mary of the Wild Moor, oe enh tee ee. OB Mable Clgte; 38 8 ci°-o The farmer sat in his easy chair, i Smoking his pipe of clay, While his hale old wife with busy care, Was clearing the dinner away ; A sweet little girl with fine blue eyes, On her grandfather’s knee was catching flies, The old man laid his hand on her head, With a tear on his wrinkled face ; He thought how often her mother, dead, Had sat in the self-same place: As the tear stole down from his half-shut eye~- ‘Don’t smoke,” said the child; “how it makes you ery!” The house-dog lay stretck’d out on the floor, Where the shade after noon used to steal ; The busy old wife by the open door, Was turning the spinning-wheel ; And the old brass clock on the manteltree, Had plodded along to almost three : Still the farmer sat in his easy chair, While close to his heaving breast, The moisten’d brow and the cheek so fair, Of his sweet grandchild were press’d ; His head, bent down, on her soft hair lay— Fast asleep were they both, that summer day. Old Sideling Hill. S di Ve I have wandered through many a valley, And traveled o’er mountain and plain ; But there is nothing my spirits can rally, Like the birth of my own hills again. I feel like a child, when I’m straying By the side of each mountain rill ; I think of the time I was playing Near the foot of old Sideling Hill. Here the sun seems to shine more brightly, As it rises o’er the tall mountain top, Like it shone when life set so plainly, F When my bosom was throbbing with hope. I wish I had a cot near that fountain, Where the purest of water doth still ; I would meet a warm friend on the mountain, That would stop at old Sideling Hill. There the people are frank and kind-hearted, With manners both simple and plain ; Often I think of the time we all parted, Ne’er to meet in this wide world again. Though most of my old friends have squandered, There are some who are living there still ; And they’ll welcome the one who has wandered, When he comes to old Sideling Hill. Alice Gray. She’s all my fancy painted her, She’s lovely, she’s divine ; But her heart it is another’s, She never can be mine. Yet loved I as man ne’er loved, A love without decay ;— Oh! my heart—my heart is breaking, For the love of Alice Gray. _ Her dark brown hair is braided o’er A brow of spotless white ; Her soft blue eye now languishes— Now flashes with delight ; The hair is braided not for me, The eye is turned away ; Yet my heart—my heart is breaking For the love of Alice Gray. I’ve sunk beneath the summer’s sun, And trembled in the blast ; But my pilgrimage is nearly done, The heavy conflict’s past. And when the green sod wraps my grave, May pity haply say, ‘Oh his heart—his heart was broken, For the love of Alice Gray.” Il : Banks of the Old Mohawk. Copiea by Se negro of J. H. Hipixry, 519 Broadway, Albany N. Y. ublisher of the music and owner of copyright, On the banks of the Old Mohawk, I have seen for many an hour, A lovely child in sunny years, While plucking the dewy flowers ; _ Youth sat upon her forehead bright Bewitching as a lark, Like a fairy bright she trip’d along, On the banks of the Old Mohawk. Ah! methinks | see her now, With those eyes of fairest blue. They told a tale of innocence, With her heart so pure and true ; The witching cadence of her voice With melody was fraught, Its music sweet ran through my soul, On the banks of the Old Mohawk. But alas! there came an evil hour, - And our hearts are lonely now, - Her eyes grew dim, and the dews of death, Soon gathered on her brow. They decked her form with roses fair, And robed in spotless white, She sleeps alone ’neath the flowers she loved, On the banks of the Old Mohawk. The Post-Boy’s Song. - The night is dark, and the way is long, And the clouds are flying fast ; The night-wind sings a dreary song, And the trees creak in the blast: The moon is down in the tossing sea, And the stars shed not a ray ; The lightning flashes fearfully, But I must on my way. Full many a hundred time have I Gone o’er it in the dark; Till my faithful steeds can well desery . Each long familiar mark: Withal, should peril come to-night, God have us in his care! For without help, and without light, The boldest well beware. Now on, my steeds! the lightning’s flash An instant gilds our way ; But steady! by that dreadful crash The heavens seemed rent away. Soho! here comes the blast anew, And a pelting flood of rain ; Steady! a sea seems bursting through A rift in some upper main. "Tis a terrible night, a dreary hour, But who will remember to pray That the care of the storm-controlling power, May be over the post-hoy’s way? The wayward wanderer from his home, The sailor upon the sea, Have prayers to bless them where they roam-— Who thinketh to pray for me? 13 Minnie Moore. Copied by permission of J. H. Hivixy, 519 Broadway, Albany N. Y . Publisher of the music and owner of copyright. The rose on thy cheek grows pale, Minnie Moore, Thy voice has a milder tone— I catch in the silent night, Minnie Moore, The sound of a weary moan; The maple leaves are all red, Minnie, And gather around the door, When we watched the birds in spring, Minnw,— Thou’rt fading, Minnie Moore. CHORUS. _ The flush of health has all fled, Minnie, It rests on the maple leaves ; And the oak leaf brown, as it settles down, At the creeping shadow grieves. My heart beats slowly and sad, Minnie Moore, At the oak leaves deepening brown, For we'll miss thy cheerful face, Minnie Moore, When they sadly settle down. Slowly the shadows will creep, Minnie, Over the homestead’s dreary floor, And I'll ever wake from sleep, Minnie, Sighing for Minnie Moore. The flush of health, &c. The winter will come again, Minnie Moore, And the evening fires will burn, But my heavy eyes away, Minnie Moore, From the leaping blaze will turn. It will only make me sad, Minnie, And I'll pace the lighted floor, For my lonely heart will droop, Minnie, *T will pine for Minnie Moore. The flush of health, &, BR Somebody is waiting for Somebody. Rainy and rough is the day, There’s a heart beating for somebody ; I must be up and away, Somebody’s waiting for somebody ; Thrice has she been at the gate, Thrice has she listened for somebody, ’Mid the night, stormy and late, Somebody’s wating for somebody. ' Somebody’s waiting for somebody. There’ll be a comforting fire, There’ll be slippers for somebody, One in her neatest attire Will look to the table for somebody ; Though the star’s fled from the West, Still there’s a star yet for somebody, —_— the home he loves best, Warming the bosom of somebody. Warming the bosom of somebody. There’ll be a coat in a chair ; There’ll be a welcome for somebody; : There’ll be a wife’s tender care ; ; Love’s fond endearments for somebody ; _ There'll be a little one’s charms, Soon ’twill be waiting for somebody, When I have both in my arms, O, but how blest will be somebody. O, but how blest will be somebody. \ My Grandmother’s Advice. Mysic Published by H. WATERS, 333 Broadway, N, Y. I lived with my grandma on yonder little She’s the nicest old lady Gat over was mel Y She taught me fine lessons of prudence and care, She bade me above all things of young men beware, Of young men to beware, Of young men to beware, And she bade above all things of young men to beware. These false young men they flatter and deceive, So, = dearest Eliza, you must not believe ; They’ll flatter, they’ll coax, till you are in their snare, And away goes poor old dma’s care, oor old grandma’s care, Poor old grandma’s care, And away goes poor old grandma’s care. The first came a courting was little Johnny Green, Fine young man as ever was seen ; But the words of my grandma did run in my head, And I could not hear one word that he said, One word that he ne The next came a courting was young Ellis Grave, *Twas then we met with a joyous love 5 With a joyous love I could not be afraid, You’d better get married than die an old maid, Than die an old maid, Than die an old maid, Better get married than die an old maid. Oh, dear! what a fuss these old women do make, I wish in my heart they would make a mistake ; If all the young women of young men were afraid, Then grandma herself would have died an old maid Would have died an old maid, Would have died an old maid, Then grandma herself would have died an eld maid, Darling Nelly Moore. I’ve wandered by the hut side, . Where Nelly used to dwell, And sat upon the seat we made, My aching heart to quell. But now she’s gone to happier climes, Her troubles they are o’er, This darkey’s heart is breaking fast For darling Nelly Moore. CHORUS. Then good-by, good-by, Nelly dear, We ne’er shall see you more; You're gone to happier, better climes, Your troubles they are o’er. Oh, she was every thing to me, We loved each other well, And all the darkies in the place Thought all the world of Nell. I can’t help cry to think she’s dead,— Oh, Nell, why have you gone, And left this darkey by himself, To walk about alone? Then good-by, &c. I almost think I see you now Away up in the sky; If we be good, old massa says, We go there when we die. So I'll be patient, Nelly love, Pil see you by-and-by, ’ And oh! what happy times we'll have Away up in the sky! Then good-by, &c. 17 Nancy aaa or Old Pine Tree Oh, darkies, now I’m going to sing, De truth’ to you I'll tell, Ob happy days dat I hab seen Wid my dear Nancy Bell. Oh, I wish dat I was back again, Way down in Tennessee, Wid my dear Nancy by my side, Beneath de old pine tree. CHORUS. "Tis many a night since first we met Beneath dat old pine tree, And dar we told our tales ob lub, How happy we would be. My lub has left mg long ago, Whar she is, no one can tell, An Iam nearly crazy Now For my dear Nancy Bell; But I drempt last night, when all was oul), Dat she’d come back to me, An I would yet see happy days Berfeath the old pine tree. *Tis many a night, &e. I quite forgot I was so old, It seems to me a dream, Dat three-score years hab past and gone, Since I was seventeen ; But ebery ting comes right at last, An Nancy’s true to me, An when we die, oh, let us rest Beneath the old pine tree. Tis many a night, &c. B* 18 Our Boyhood Days. I'm sitting alone in my office, dear Lew, And writing and singing my lays; I'm laughing and crying as memory goes back To the time of our boyhood days. Though man that you are, do you mind it, dear Lew, The cabin where first we saw light, Which father so carefully chinked up with dirt, To make all the crevices tight? D’ye mind it, your lubberly form, my dear Lew, Your eyes ever laughing through tears, Your ball, and your skates, and your trundling-hoop, The bliss of your earlier years? D’ye mind it, the times I have switched you, dear Lew» When “Mother!” or some such a shield, Was the word that instinctively burst from your lips, While I took to the woods or the field ? D’ye mind it, our mother’s sideboard, dear Lew, Where nut-cakes and doughnuts were kept, The old trundle-bed that was pulled out on trucks, Where we, boy, have peacefully slept ? Since then, upon mattrass and sofa, dear Lew, Ofttimes I have pillowed my head ; But ah! I have never yet found such repose As came from that old trundle-bed. That sideboard and trundle-frame, Lew, are no more— The quilts and the sheets, too, are gone; Though Fancy insists that those sheets are the sheets My pen is now scribbling upon. D’ye mind it, old Hephzibah’s ferule, dear Lew, Which taught us to read and to spell ? The fears of that ferule were like to the fears I now entertain of a hell. That ferule was missing one morn, my dear Lew, While Hepzibah went to her home; Asa Lombard—but Asa I will not expose, For, mind boy, we ’greed to be mum! — 19 - _ D’ye mind it, our terrible punishment, Lew, That sitting with Catharine Russ? ®ur peeping through fingers when prisoned there, too, To see who were giggling at us? ‘Tis strange, my dear Lew, how that habit, of late, Has conquered that boyish fear— Since then I have sat a whole night beside Kate, Without even shedding one tear, D’ye mind it, the place where we teetered, dear Lew, The fence that stood over the “run?” Such teetering, was an innocent sport, For, mind it, we teetered for fun. Since then I have teetered with larger-sized boys, But always have teetered for pelf; I’ve teetered many a lad from the plank, And often been teetered myself. D’ye mind it, ‘Old Robinson’s” husking, dear Lew Where all drank new rum from a jug; Where husking commenced with a jig and a reel, And closed with a kiss and a hug ? I now am a rigid teetotaller, Lew, And stick to my principles snug ; And nothing would tempt me to “iguor” again, Unless it was ‘Old Robinson’s” jug. D’ye mind it, the day of all days in our youth, When death came so horrid and grim, And brandished his scythe till ke clipped-_the last thread Of the life of our dog we called Prim? D’ye mind it, the knoll by the “‘beech-bars,” dear Lew, Where beech-nuts so many we got, And lugged in our ¢aps down at Huckins’s store, To barter for powder and shot? Since beech-nuts grew dull, Lew, I’ve tried other schemes, And now am in business that pays; But all of my gains I would toss to the winds Fer a month of our boyhood days. The Quilting Party. ’Twas down at Major Parson’s house, The gals they had a quiltin’, Just for tu show their handsome looks, And have a little jiltin’. ®aerns,— Yankee lasses are the U- ’niversal airth bewitchin’, They’re good and true, and handsome ta,_ In parlor and in kitchen. ; There was Deacon Jones’ darter Sal, Squire Wheeler’s darter Mary, And General Carter’s youngest gal, That looks just like a fairy. Yankee lasses are the U, &c. There was Lucy White, and Martha Brown, And Parson’s darter Betty, Femimo Pinkhorn, Prudence Short, And Major Downing’s Hetty. Yankee lasses are the U, &e. Sut if there was a handsome gal, To make a fellar’s heart right, I guess it was, by all accounts, Miss Carolina Cartwright. Yankee lasses are the U, &e. Wal, as they were a whirlin’ plate, And playin’ hunt the slipper, Jerusha Parsons went to git Some cider in a dipper. Yankee lasses are the U, &e, Bat just as she had left the room, And got inter the entry, She give a scream, and stood stock-still Just like a frozen sentry. Yankee lasses are the U, &e. We all ran out, and there, I swow, Both huggin’ like creation, Miss Cartwright and Sam Jones we saw, A kissin’ like tarnation. Yankee lasses are the U, &e. Oh, such a laugh as we sot up, You never heerd a finer, os I, “I rekin kissin’s cheap, on’t you, Miss Carolina ?” Yankee lasses are the U, &e. I wish you'd saw Miss Cartwright blush, Jest like if she’d painted, She said—she had the cholic—and Tu Samuel's arms had fainted. Yankee lasses are the U, &e. And now, young gals, I’d say tu you, When you go tu a frolic, Don’t let your fellars kiss ard hug, Unless—you have the cholic. Yankee lasses are the U, &e 21 The Ftireman’s Victory. QUARTETTE, Hark! hark! hark! to the deep-toned bell, Hark ! hark! hark! why peals that solemn knell ? CHORUS. Fire! fire! fire! fire! urn out! turn out! turn out! TENOR SOLO. See, the sky is turning red, » Distant shouts assault the air, Shrinks the heart with silent dread , But the fireman, scorning fear, Quickly startled from his rest, Bids adieu to sweet repose, And to succor the distressed Now his noble spirit glows. CHORUS. Look alive there, clear the street there, Don’t you hear the engine bell? Rushing, crushing, madly pushing, e On they gallop, all pell mell, Come along—hey, all together, There’s another close behind ; Clatter, shatter, what’s the matter ? Push along there, never mind, BASS SOLO. Now, now we reach the ground, Hark ! whence come those accents dire Ah, great heaven, encircled round = By a sea of living fire, There a female form appears, With despair and terror wild, Fast her unavailing tears Fall upon her infant child, CHORUS, Oh, ’tis a fearful sight to see The fire-fiend have the mastery. SOLO. That great peril none may dare, Though each heart is bursting then, Horror! must they perish there, In the sight of living men? No! hurrah! on mercy bent, Smoke, and flame, and danger’s braved, And the ear of night is rent By the ery, “‘They’re saved! they’re saved f CHORUS. Oh, ’tis a glorious sight to see The fireman’s bloodless victory. % 22 My Mother Dear. There was a place in childhood, That | remember well, And there a voice of sweetest tone Bright fairy tales did tell, And gentle words and fond embrace Were given with joy to me, When I was in that happy state, Upon my mother’s knee. CHORUS. My mother dear, my mother dear! My gentle, gentle mother! When fairy tales were ended, “ Good-night,” she softly said, And kissed and laid me down to sleep Within my tiny bed; And holy words she taught me there, Methinks I yet can see Her angel eyes, as close [ knelt Beside my mother’s knee, My mother dear, &c. In the sickness of my childhood, The perils of my prime, The sorrows of my riper years, The cares of eyery time— When doubt or danger weighed me down, Then pleading all for me, It was a fervent prayer to Heaven That bent my mother’s knee. My mother dear, &c. 28 I Wandered by the Brook- side. > I wandered by the brook-side, I wandered by the mill; I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still, There was no sound of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird; And the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. [ sat beneath the elm tree, I watched the long, long shade, And as it grew still longer, I did not feel afraid; For I listened for a footfall, I listened for a word, But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. He came not, no, he came not! The moon came out alone; The little stars sat, one by one, Each on its golden throne. The evening wind passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirred, But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. Fast silent tears were falling, When something stood behind, A hand was on my shoulder, I knew the touch was kind ; It drew me nearer, nearer, We could not speak a word, And the beating of our own hearts Was all the sound we heard. ee —————— = Little Katy, or Hot Corn. Music Published by H. Waters, 333 Broadway, N, Y. “Oh, hot corn! nice hot corn} who will buy my het corn ?” Cried a child in accents mild, “come, buy my hot corn !” Scalding tears are stealing down her pallid cheek, Hope no beam revealing, Katy’s sad and weak. Yet all the while she tries to smile, and in accents so forlorn, To passers-by you'll hear her cry, “Oh, buy, oh, buy my hot corn Oh, hot corn, nice hot corn ! who will buy my hot corn !”” Cries Katy dear with many a tear, “Oh buy, buy-my hot corn !”” CHORUS. * Hot corn, hot corn! here’s FouE nice hot corn !” Pass not by, or she may die should she not sell her hot corn, « Hot corn, hot corn! here’s your nice hot corn !” Pass not by, or she may die should she not sell her hot corn. *“ Oh, het corn! nice hot corn! who will buy my hot corn ? *Tis very late—no longer wait, come iy my hot corn! Little children long are sleeping, half the world is now at rest, Yet poor Katy, she is weeping, dares not seek her wretched nest. Her wicked mother madly burning, passion beaming from her eyes, For life’s poison she is yearning, “ Give, oh, give me drink !” she cries. Yet Katy dear, oft with a tear, ushers in the coming morn, Faintly crying,—almost dying, Buy, oh, buy my hot corn |!” Hot corn, hot corn! here’s your nice hot corn, &c. « Oh, hot corn, nice hot corn !” she will sing ne more to-night. Katy’s lying—almost dying, death is hovering now in sight ; Yet to her-it is a blessing, life to her is naught but woe, Katy knows there’s no oppressing in heaven where she's sure to go. Poverty hath chilled the flower, that might else so sweetly bloom, Old grim death alone hath power to snatch poor Katy from her doom, Oh, Katy dear, what bliss is near, to usher in your coming morn, Life is flying, Katy’s dying, no more crying, “ Nice hot corn !”” * Hot corn, hot corn!” no more at early dawn Fhou lt be sighing, faintly crying, “ Buy, oh, buy my hot corn !” She Ar i] 25 ee The Grave of Lilly Dale. We smoothed down the locks of her soft golden rd hair And folded her arms on her breast, And laid her, at eve, in the valley so fair, ’*Mid the blossoms of summer to rest. CHORUS. Oh, rest, Lilly, rest no care can assail, For green grows the turf O’er the tear-moistened grave, Of the fairest flower of the vale. She’ sleeps ’neath the spot she had marked for re- ose, Where tthe flowers soonest blossom in spring, And zephyr’s first breathe the perfumes of the rose, And the birds come at evening to sing. Oh, rest, Lilly, rest, &c. The wide spreading boughs of the old.chestnut tree, Bend low o’er the place where she lies, There eve’s purple beams longest glow on the lea, And the morn’s drink the dew as they rise. Oh, rest, Lilly, rest, &c. Alone where the brook murmurs soft on the air, She sleeps with the turf on her breast, As we laid her, at eve, in the valley so fair, ’Mid the blossoms of Summer to rest. Oh, rest, Lilly, rest, &c. Kathleen Mavourneen. Kathleen Mavourneen! the gray dawn is breaking, The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill, The lark from her light wing the bright dew is shaking, Kathleen Mavourneen! what, slumbering still! Oh! hast thou forgotten how soon we must sever? Oh! hast thou forgotten this day? we must part? lt may be for years, it may be for ever; Oh! why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart? It may be for years, and it may be for ever. Then why art thou silent, Kathleen Mavourneen? Kathleen Mavourneen! awake from thy slumbers, The blue mountains glow in the sun’s golden light ; Ah! where is the spell that once hung on my numbers? Arise in thy beauty, thou star of the night, Arise in thy beauty, thou star of the night. Mavourneen, Mavourneen, my sad tears are falling To think that from Erin and thee I must part; It may be for years, it may be for ever— Then why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart? Kt may be for years, and it may be for ever; Then why art thou silent, Kathleen Mavourneen. eo oon 4 aed ay 27 Bryan O’Lynn. Bryan O’Lynn was a Scotchman born, His teeth they were long, and his beard was unshora, His temples far out, and his eyes were far in, I'm a beautiful creature, says Bryan O’Lynn. CHORUS. With my ranting, roaring, hoaring, boaring, screwing, Gouging, auguring, melliting, ciiseling, stokering, Plastering, gammering, sailoring, wafering, Capering, tinkering, soldiering, butchering, - With my three-handled four-ironed gouging pin, I’m a beautiful creature, says Bryan C’Lynn. Bryan O’Lynn had no coat to put on, He borrowed a goat skin to make him one— He planted the horns right under his chin, They'll answer for pistols, says Bryan O’Lynn. Bryan O’Lynn had no breeches to wear, So he bought him a sheepskin to make him a pair With the skinny side out, and the woolly side in, They’re nice, light and cool, says Bryan O’Lynn. Bryan O’Lynn had no watch for to wear, So he got him a turnip and scoop’d it out fair ; He then put a cricket clane under the skin, They’ll think it’s a ticking, says Bryan O’Lynn. Bryan O’Lynn he bought him a gun, He planted the trigger right under his thumb, He pulled the trigger, the gun give a crack, And knocked Bryan O’Lynn on the broad of his baehk. Bryan O’Lynn went to bring his wife home, He had but one horse, that was all skin and bone, I'll put her behind as nate as a pin, And her mother before me, says Bryan O’Lynn. Bryan O’Lynn, and his wife and the mother, Were. all going over the bridge together, The bridge broke down and they all tumbled in, We'll find ground at the bottom, says Bryan O’Lynn. 28 a ‘Mary of the Wild Moor. > +--<< Tt was on one cold winter’s night, As the wind blew across the wild moor, When Mary came wandering home with her babe, *Till she came to her own father’s door; “Oh, father! dear father!” she cried, ‘““Come down and open the door, Or the child in my arms will perish and die, By the wind that blows across the wild moor. “Oh, why did I leave this dear spot, Where once I was happy and free? But now doomed to roam, without friends or home And no one to take pity on me!” The old man was deaf to her cries, Not a sound of her voice reached his ear, But the watch-dog did howl, and the village bell toll’d, And the wind blew across the wild moor. But how must the old man have felt, When he came to the door in the morn! — Poor Mary was dead, but the child was alive, Closely pressed in its dead mother’s arms. Half frantic he tore his gray hair, And the tears down his cheeks they did pour, Saying, “This cold winter’s night, she perished and died By the wind that blew across the wild moor.” The old man in grief pined away, And the child to its mother went soon, And no one, they say, has lived there to this day,— And the cottage to ruin has gone. The villagers point out the spot, Where the willow droops over the door, Saying, “There Mary died, once a gay village bride, By the wind that blows acress the wild moor,” ~ Crazy Jane. os. Z ea Why, fair maid, in every feature Are such signs of fear expressed ? Can a wandering wretched creature, With such horror fill thy breast? Do my frenzied looks alarm thee? Trust me sweet, thy fears are vain, Not for kingdoms would I harm thee, Shun not then poor crazy Jane. Dost thou weep to:see my anguish? Mark me and ayoid my woe, When men flatter, sigh, and languish, Think them false, I found them so. For [loved him so sincerely, None could ever love again, But the youth I loved so dearly _ Stole the wits of crazy Jane. Fondly my young heart believed him, Which ‘was doomed to love but one, He sighed, he vowed, and I believed him He was false, and I’m undone. From that hour has reason never Had her empire o’er my brain, Henry fled, with him forever Fled the wits of crazy Jane. Now forlorn and broken-hearted, And with frenzied thoughts beset, On that spot where last we parted, On that spot where first we met; Still I sing my love lorn ditty, Still I slowly pace the plain, Whilst each passer-by in pity, Sives to help the crazy Jane. Mr. Finagan. I'm a dacent laboring youth, I wur born in the town of Dunshocaklin, I'm a widower now in my youth, Since I buried swate Molly McLaughlin. I wur married but once in my life, Shure [ll never commit such a sin again For I found out when she wur my wife, She wur fond of one Barny McFinagan, CHORUS, Whack fil lil Jan ta ra le, Whack fil lil lan tar a laddy de, Whack fil lil lan ta ra le, With a ri tol lol lol dil de de de ae, Her father had castles of mud, Of which I wur fond of admiring, They wur built in the time of the flood, For to keep her ancestors dry in. When he found I had Molly bespoke, First he got fat and then he got thin agaix In the struggle, his gizzerd he broke, And we had a corpse of McFinagan. For convainance, the corpse was put, Along with his friends in the barn, shure, While some came to it on foot, While others came down from Dunagrinshore, My wife she cried and she sobbed, I chucked her out twice and she got in again, I gave her a belt in the gob, When I wur knocked down by McFinagan. The bed and the corpse was upset, The row it commenced in a minute shure, Bl Divil a bit of a stick had I got, ‘Till they broke all the legs of the furniture, In faith as the blood flew about, Eyes were shoved out and shoved in agin, I got a south-western clout, Which knocked me on top of poor Finagan. How long I was dead I don’t know, But this I know, I wasn’t livin’ shure, “3 I awoke wid a pain in my toe, For they were both tied wid a ribben shure I opened my mouth for to spake, The shate was rolled up to my chin again ; Och, Molly, says I, I’m awake ; Oh, says she, you'll be buried wid Finagan. / I opened my eyes for to see— . I strove to get up to knock her about— I found that my two toes were tied, Like a spoon in a pot of thick stirabout. But I soon got the use of my toes, By a friend of the corpse, Larry Gilligan, Who helped me to get into my clothes, For to spread a grass quilt over Finagan. Och, my she devil came home from the spree, Full of whiskey and ripe from the buryin’ shure And she showed as much mercy to. me, ; As a hungry man shows a red herrin’ shure. One billy-go-fister I gave, Which caused her to grunt and to grin again, In six months I opened the grave, And slapp’d her on the bones of Finagan. It’s now that_I'm single again, . Til spend my time rakin, and batterin’, T'll go to the fair wid the men, and, Dance wid the girls for a patterin, They'll swear that I am stuck to a lee, And as they say to catch him agin, But they'll not come the cuckle o’re me, For they might be related to Finagan. Widow Machree. Widow Machree, pray then open your door, Och, hone! widow Machree, And show me the easiest plank in your floor, Och, hone ! widow Machree. Ye have nothing to fear, I tell you, my dear, Not a sound can ye hear, In sleep coming from me : Barrin that I should creep, Or walk in my sleep, Och, hone! widow Machree, Widow Machree, for the third and last time, Och, hone! widow Machree, Will you listen to reason that’s seasoned with rhyme Och, hone! widow Machree. Just think of the time, When you'd get past your prrime, Would you think it a crime, That you cheated mankind, Of what nature designed. Darlin widow Machree, will you fully explain, Och, hone! widow Machree, For the good of your conscience and soul, what I mean Och, hone! widow Machree. Didn’t old Adam loan, From his rib a back bone To manufacture, och, hone, For posterity ; The first female man, Deny that if you can, Och, hone! widow Machree. Widow Machree, pay your debts, fie for shame, ' Och, hone! widow Machree, As you owe man a rib, I lay claim to that same Och, hone! widow Machree, And by paying the debt, You'll draw interest yet, And an armfull you'll get, Of that same property ; Shall be yours while life bides, And a great deal-besides, Oeh, hone! widow Machree 33 The Irishman’s Shanty Pe Did ye’s ever go int’ill an Irishman’s shanty ? Och! b’ys, that’s the place where the whiskey is plenty ; With his pipe in his mouth, there sits Paddy so free, No king in his palace is prouder than he ! Arrah | me honey ! w-h-a-e-k Paddy’s the boy. There’s a three-legged stool, with a table to match, And the door of the shanty is locked with a latch ; There’s a nate feather mattrass all bustin’ with straw, For the want of a bedstead, it lies on the floor. Arrah! me honey ! &c. There’s a snug little bureau without paint or gilt, Made of boords that was left when the shanty was built There’s a three-cornered mirror hangs up on the wall, The divil a face has been in it at all. Arrah! me honey! &c. He has pigs in the sty, an a cowin the stable, And he feeds them on scraps that is left from the table ’ They'd starve if confined, so they roam at their aise, And come into the shanty whinever they plaise. Arrah ! me honey ! &c. He has three rooms in one—kitchen, bed-room, and ha, And his chist it is three wooden pegs in the wall ; Two suits of owld clothes makes his wardrobe complete One to wear in the shanty, that same for the street. Arrah! me honey! &c. He ean relish good victuals as ever ye’s ate, But is always continted with praties and mate ; He prefers them when cowld (if he can’t get them hot And makes tay in a bowl when he can’t get a pot. Arrah ! me honey! &c. : There is one who partakes of his sorrows and joys, Attends to the shanty, the girls and the boys ; (The brats he thinks more of than gold that’s refined But Biddy’s the jewel that’s set in his mind. . Arrah ! me honey! &c. The rich may divide their enjoyments alone, With those who have riches as great as their own ; But Pat hangs the latch-string outside of his door, And will share his last cent with the needy and poar. Arrah ! me honey ! &c, j Darling Old Stick. 2 My name itis Morgan McCarty, from Trim! My relations are all dead, ’cept one, brother Jim— And he’s now gone soulgering to Cape Hall, And I expect he’s laid low with « nick in his skull! CHORUS. Let him be dead or alivin’ A prayer for his soul shall be given, That he shall be sent home or to heaven, For he left me this darling old stick. If this stick it could spake, it would tell you some tales, And smatter the countenances of the O’Nales! {It has caused bits 0’ skull to fly up in the air, It was the promotion of fun at every fair; The last time I used it ’twas on Patrick’s Day, Larry Fagan and I jumped into a shay ; We went to a tair at the side of Athloy, Where we danced, and when done, kissed Kate McAlvoy! And her sweetheart went out for her cousin; By the powers, he brought in a dozen. What a daldum they’d have knocked us in, If I hadn’t ’ave had this darling old stick. War, was the word, when a faction came in, For they pummeled me well—they stripped off to the skin! Like a rector I stood, watching the attack, The first one came up I knocked on his back! Then I poked out the eye of Pat Glancy, For he once humbugged my sister Nancy; In the meantime Miss Kate took a fancy To me and my innocent stick. at Wh 35 iets I smattered her sweetheart until he waa black, ate tipped me the wink, we were off in a thwack;: e went till a house at the end of the town, here we kept up our spirits by pouring some down; Then the whiskey began for to warm her, I got her snug up in a corner ; She said her sweetheart would inform on her ; *T waa there I said. praise to my stick. Kate she drank whiskey to such a degree, hat for her support she had to lean upon me; Said I would see her safe till her abode, was there that we fell in the middle of the read Until aroused by the magistrate’s ordens, Devil a toe could we go further, Surrounded by police for murder Was myself and my innocent stick. When I was acquitted I jumped from the dock, n’ all the gay fellows around me did flock ; ey gave me a sore arm, they shook my hands # »ften, Tt was only for fear of seeing my own coffin! I went and I bought a gold ring, sirs, Miss Kate to the priest I did bring, six That night we did joyfully sing, sirs, The adventures of myself and my stick. Rory O’More. 2. Young Rory O’More courted Kathleen Bawn, He was bold as the hawk, she as soft as the fawn, He wished in his heart pretty Kathleen to please, And he thought the best way to do that was to tease. “ Now, Rory, be aisy,” sweet Kathleen would ery, ca on her lip, but a smile in her eye ; “ With your tricks I don’t know, in troth, what Um about Faith, you've teased till I’ve put on my cloak inside out.” “ Oh, jewel,” says Rory, “ that same is the way You've treated my heart this many a day, And ’tis pleased that I am ; and why not, to be sure ? For ’tis all for good luck,” says bold Rory O’More. “Indeed then,” says Kathleen, ‘don’t think of the like, For I half gave a promise to soothering Mike ; The ground that I walk on he loves I’ll be bound,” ¢ Faith,” says Rory, “I'd rather love you than the ground.” “Now, Rory, I'll cry if you don’t let me go, Sure I dream every night that I’m hating you so!” “Oh!” says Rory, “that same I’m delighted to hear, For dreams always go by contraries, my dear ; Oh, jewel! keep dreaming that same till you die, And bright morning will give dirty night the black lie ; And ’tis pleased that I am, and why not, to be sure ? Since ’tis all for good luck,” says bold Rory O’More, «Oh Kathleen, my darling, you’ve teased me enough, And I’ve thrashed for your sake Dinny Grimes and Jim Duff And I’ve made myself, drinking your health, quite a beast, So I think, after that, 1 may talk to the priest !” Then Rory, the rogue, stole his hand round her neck, So soft and so white, without freckle or speck, And he looked in her eyes that were beaming with light, And kissed her sweet lips, don’t you think he was right ? “ Now, Rory, leave off, sir, you’ll hug me no more, That’s eight times to-day that you've kissed me before.” “ Then here goes another,” says he, “ to make sure, For there’s luck in odd numbers,” says Rory O’More. —_ 87 My Eye and Betty Martin re ti de In Yorkshire I wur born and bred, And knows a thing or two, sir, Nay, what be more, my father said My wit would bring me through, sir ; At single stick or kiss the maida, I wur the boy vor sartin, x Zays I, push on, to be afraid’s y eye and Betty Martin. Ri tol de rol, ete. At whoam Id o.ten heard folks talk Of Lunnun’s famous city, And that the streets on which they walk Wur paved with gold so pretty ; To mam and dad I gave a buss, Says I, “‘ I'm off vor sartin,” So about my trip to make a fuss, Is my eye and Betty Martin, At Inn arrived, I met a man, Who offered me his sarvice, To take my baggage wur his plan, And help me to a jarvis ; “ But stop,” says I, “this wanna do, Your rigs I’ze known, vor sartin, Your kindness, friend, *tween me and you’ My eye and Betty Martin.” A lady next, a flashy dame, ‘ Lin the strand did meet, sir ; Who said as how it wur a shame That I should walk the street, sir ; She talked of love, and sarvents, too, And thought her prey right sartin, But, “ Noa,” says I, “to go with yous My eye and Betty Martin.” . I’ze seen the lions and the tower, The circus, Ashley’s, too, sir; The play and giants strike the hour, And all that’s strange to view, sir ; So back to whoam I'll turn again, And marry Doll vor sartin, Pse please her so, that to complain’y ' My eye and Betty Martin. Good News from Home. ——— ee +e Good news from home—good news for me, Has come across the deep blue sea, From friends that I have left in tears— From friends that P've not seen for years; And since we parted long ago, My life has been a scene of woe, But now a joyful hour has come, For I have heard good news from home. CHORUS, Good news from home, good news for me, Has come across the deep, blue sea, From friends that I have left in tears, From friends that I’ve not seen for years. No father’s near to guide me now, No mother’s tear to soothe my brow, No sister’s voice falls on mine ear, Nor brother’s smile to give me cheer; But, though I wander far away, My heart is full of joy to-day, For friends across the ocean’s foam, Have sent to me good news from home. Good news from home, &e. When shall I see that cottage door, Where I’ve spent years of joy before? "Twas there I knew no grief nor care, My heart was always happy there ; Though I may never see it more, Nor stand upon my native shore, Where’er on earth I’m doom’d to roam, My heart will be with those at home, Good news from home, &ec. . hor \ 39 The Old Folks are Gone. Far, far in many lands Pve wander’d, Sadly and lone, My heart was ever turning southward to all the dear ones at ‘home ; , Here after all my weary roaming, At early dawn, I’ve come and find the cot still standing, But, oh, the old folks are gone. | Chorus.—Here I wander sad and lonely, In the dear old home, Those that I love so well and fondly All the old folks are gone. Here’s where I frolick’d with my brother, Under the tree; Here’s where I knelt veside my mother, From care and sorrow free ; Still sing the little birds as sweetly, At night and morn, Still runs the little brook so fleetly, But oh, the old folks are gone. Chorus.—Here I wander saa and ionely, &c. Down where the old banana’s waving, They’re laid to rest, — Where the Swanee’ 8 peaceful water's laying The green turfo’er their breast ; But there’s a home I know where parting Never can come; oh, for that home I must be starting, There’s where the old folks are gone. €Xorus.—Here I wander sad and lonely, &e. nm What is Home without 4 Mother. | al What is home without a mother, What are all the joys we meet, When her loving smiles no longer, Greets the coming, coming of our feet The days seem‘long, the nights are drear, And time rolls slowly on; And, oh, how few are childhood’s pleasur, . When her gentle care is gone. Things we prize are first to vanish: Hearts we love to pass away ; And how soon e’en in her childhood, We behold her turning, turning gray ; Her eye grows dim, her step is slow Her joys of earth are past ; And sometimes ere we learn to know nes, She hath breathed on earth, on earth ker las @lder hearts may have their sorrows, Griefs that quickly die away, But a mother lost in childhood, ; Grieves the heart, the heart from day Jo day’ We miss her kind, her willing hand, Her fond and earnest care ; And, oh, how dark is life around us, What is home without, without her there! lash ay 41 Minnie Dear. Minnie dear has left us, Bonnie, blithesome lass, And gone to rest adown the vale, Beneath the springing grass, Always kind and gentle, We did love her well; How we miss her presence Words can never tell Chorus.—Minnie dear, Minnie dear, Bonnie, winsome lass, Has gone to rest adown the vale, Beneath the springing grass. Minnie loved the blossoms In the fields so sweet ; ' And the breezes softly Came her cheek to greet. All about the wild wood, Ling’ring on her way, Did she lightly wander Every sunny day. Chorus.—Minnie dear, &c. Minnie left the blossoms Growing on the lea; For the angels loved her Better far than me. Minnie dear has left us, Bonnie, blithesome !ass, And gone to rest adown the vale, Beneath the springing grass. oe dear, &c. * . Oh! I'm going Home. Oh! I'm going home to the old hearth-stone, Where warm hearts do greet me as homeward I come ; The fetters are strong ’round the household throng, _ And I’ve wander’d long; but I’m going, going, I'm goiné home So I'm going, going, going, going, I’m going home. ‘Neath the ever-green hill, by the gentlest rill That ever bless’d pebbles, the old cot still Goes onto decay, as it did that day When I wander’d away; but I’m going, going, &e. Soon, soon shall I press to my throbbing breast The friends I in childhood so fondly caress’d ; My heart strings thrill, my eye-lids fill, For I love them still; Oh, I’m going, going, &c. Oh! would that my joy were free from alloy, Oh! would that no bodings my hopes could destrey ; But I shall soon know whether weal or woe Betide where I go; for ’'m going, going, &c. Kind strangers, adieu! with hearts ever true, As onward I go, I will still think of you; And when loved ones I meet ’round the family seat, Your praise I'll repeat; for I'm going, going, I'm goin home, Be I'm going, going, going, going, I’m going, home. “ Home, sweet, sweet home, There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.” ’ Oh! the Sea, the Sea. Oh, the sea, the sea, hath a charm for me As I list to its changeless roar ; And I’d rather sail at the sound of the gale Than wander the green earth o’er. And oft as I gaze on future days, I pray that my lot may be In the fucare cast as has been the past, » On the breast of the heaving sea. Chorus.—The sea, the sea, the wide and free, The home of the stout and brave, Is the happiest place of all to me— Then hurrah for the sparkling wave. For ’tis joy to rise on the billowy tide, And watch the bounding spray, As the tinted clouds that the sky enshrouds Herald the rising day ; And with rapture I gaze on the sun’s first rays - Gilding the sparkling wave, As with azure and gold of beauty untold Old ocean’s brow they lave. Chorus.—The sea, the sea, &c. And at setting sun when the day is done, To watch in the far-off west, The amber and blue form a glorious hue, Like halo that falls o’er the blest ; And dream, as I gaze, of the olden days, Of joy and lightsome mirth, Ere far away I was lured to stray From my childhood’s happy hearth. Chorus.—The sea, the sea, &e. And often I hear, when the tempest’s near, The voice of the angry wave, As with wailing scorn it points to the bourne, Where the sailor must find a grave ; Yet I never fear when its voice I hear, For ’tis sweeter far to me To sink to rest on the ocean’s breast, Than be laid ’neath the greenwood tree Chorus.—The sea, the sea, &c- My Love, he is a Sailleur Boy. i . My love he is a sailleur boy so galliant and bold, He’s as tall as a flag-staff, scarcely nineteen years old. a For to cruise around this wide world he has left his own Jess. And my heart it is a busting because he is not here CHORUS, For his spirit was tre-men-duous, And fierce to behold, In a young man bred a carpentier, Only nineteen years old. His parients they bound him for to be a carpentier, Bs But a sea-faring life he did very much prefer— ti For his spirit was tre-men-duous, and fierce to behold Bi In a young man bred a carpentier only nineteen years o'@ For his spirit, &c. F My bussom it is a tossing, just like the rolling sea, P For fear that his affections don’t still point to me; For a sweetheart can be found in each port I am told, ce Especially for a young man only nineteen years old. 3 For his spirit, &c. hy And it’s oh for my lovier*¥ grieve and repine, hy For fear that this young man can never be mine; | All the wealth of the Indies in silvier and gold, : 1 would give for my sailleur boy only nineteen years old i For his spirit, &c. 45 Peter Gray. —> + <> My song is of a nice young man, Whose name was Peter Gray, The State where Peter Gray was born Was Penn-sy!-va-ni-a. This Peter Gray did fall in love All with a nice young girl; — The name of her I’m positive Was Lizzy-Anna-Querl. When they were going to be wed, Her father he said ‘* No!” And brutally did send her off Beyond the O-hi-o. When Peter found his love was lost, He knew not what to say, He’d half a mind to jump into The Sus-que-han-ni-a, A trading he went to the west, For furs and other skins, And there he was in crimson drest By bloody In-ji-ins, When Lizzy Anna heard the news, © She straightway went to bed And never did get off of it Until she was di-i-ed! Ye fathers all a warning take, Each one as has a girl, And think upon poor Peter Gray And Lizzy-Anna-Querl. i acca Billy Grimes the Rover. To-morrow morn I’m sweet sixteen, and Billy Grimes the rover as popp’d the question to me mamma, and wants to bé my lover; To-morrow morn, he says mamma, he’s coming bright and early, : To take a pleasant trip with me across the fields of barley- a You must not go, my daughter dear, it is no use a talking; You can not go across the field with Billy Grimes a walking ; To think of his presumption now, the dirty ugly drover, I wonder where your pride has gone to think of such a rover. Old Grimes is dead, you know, mamma, and Billy is so lonely, Besides they say, too, Grimes has said, that Billy is the only. So Ill be heir to all he’s left, and that they say is nearly A good mane dollars’ worth, and about six hundred yearly. I did not hear, my daughter dear, your last remark quite clearly ; But Billy is a clever lad, and no doubt loves you dearly, Be ready, then, to-morrow morn, and be up bright and early, _ To take a pleasant walk with him across the fields of barley. And when we’re married, dear mamma, we both shall look so neatly, Vll wear a thousand-dollar shawl—’twill make me look s0 sweetly ; This common frock is getting old, and silks will soon be fashion, I'll turn his pockets inside out, and meet with a short, I guess him, Not quite so fast, my pretty miss, don’t try to win the drover Who’s traveled this whole country through in search of a true lover; My money ne’er shall buy your shawl, nor build your cas tles higher, - Please, madam, take your daughter home, I only did it try her. AT Katy Darling. Oh, they tell me thou art dead, Katy Darling, That thy smile I may never more behold! Did they tell thee I was false, Katy Darling, Or my love for thee had e’er grown cold? Oh, they know not the loving Of the hearts of Erin’s sons, When a love like to thine, Katy Darling, Is the goal to the race that he runs, Oh, hear me, sweet Katy, For the wild flowers greet me, Katy Darling And the love birds are singing on each tree Wilt thou never more hear me, Katy Darling ? Behold, love, I’m waiting for thee. I'm kneeling by thy grave, Katy Darling, This world is all a blank world to me. Oh, could’st thou hear my wailing, Katy Darling, Or think, love, I am sighing for thee, Oh, methinks the stars are weeping, By their soft and lambent light, And thy heart would be melting, Katy Darling, Could’st thou see thy lone Dermont this night, Oh, listen, sweet Katy, For the wild flowers are sleeping, Katy Darling, And the love birds are nest’ling in each tree; Wilt thou never more hear me, Katy Darling, Or know, love, I’m kneeling by thee. *Tis useless all my weeping, Katy Darling, But Pll pray that thy spirit be my guide, And that when my life is spent, Katy Darling, They will lay me down to rest by thy side. Oh, a huge grief ’m bearing, Though I scarce can heave a sigh; And I'll ever be dreaming, Katy Darling, Of thy love every day till I die. Farewell then, sweet Katy, For the wild flowers will blossom, Katy Darling, And the love birds will warble on each tree, But in heaven I shall meet thee, Katy Darling, For there, love, thou’rt waiting for me. Good-Night. 9 - + Good-night ! good-night ! good-night ! To all a kind good-night ! Lo! the moon from heaven 1s peaming, O’er the silver waters streaming, ’Tis the hour of calm delight ;. Good-night ! good-night ! good-night ! good-night ! Good-night ! good-night ! good-night ! To all a kind good-night ! Angels like, while earth is sleeping, Stars above their watch are keeping, As the Star of Bethlehem, bright ! Good-night ! good-night ! good-night! good-night ! Good-night ! good-night ! good-night ! To all a kind good-night ! Slumber sweetly till the morning, Till the sun, the world adorning, Rise in all his glorious might ! Good-night! good-night ! good-night ! good-night ! 49 I Miss Thee So. a I miss thee so in our cottage home, When the daylight cares are o’er, As I sit and watch the stars come out, Where we've often sat before ; And [listen in vain for thy welcome step, Alas! it will come no more. I can not sing the songs we loved, It would only bring me pain ; And I turn away when other lips Breathe a well-remember’d strain ; The voice that mingled with mine so oft I may never hear again. Oh, I miss thee so, thrice lonely now Is the midnight of my way, And my sad heart longs for the cloudless dawn Of a bright, triumphant day, In a better land where from weeping eyes All tears shall be wiped away. u Cora Lee. *T was a lovely day in early spring, - When birds were fill’d with glee, We stood in grief around the bed Of dying Cora Lee, , CHORUS. O Cora, sweet Cora! how happy is thy rest, For the angels have placed a crown upon thy brow And taught thee the songs of the blest. “T long to go,” she softly said, “ And ever happy be With Willie, who has gone before Your dying Cora Lee.” Chorus.—O Cora, sweet Cora, &c. + - sf lovely friends, oh, murmur not, or grieve, nor pine for me ; B All will be well when angels call i For dying Cora Lee.” - Chorus.—O Cora, sweet Cora, &e. “ At the close of day, when all is still Oh! come on bended knee, And meekly pray that you may rest With your poor Cora Lee.” Chorus.—O Cora, sweet Cora, &e, “ Bright angels now are hovering near, Their fairy forms | see ; Oh, tarewell all, they’re calling now - For your dying Cora Lee.” Chorus.—O, Cora, sweet Cora, &c. _ Winter—-Sleigh-Bell Song. Jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, clear the way, Tis the merry, merry sleigh, As it swiftly glides along! Hear the burst of happy song, See the flying glances bright Flashing o’er the pathway white ; Jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, how it whirls, Crewded full of laughing boys and girls. CHORUS. Jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jing, How the merry, merry, merry, merry sleigh-bells ring; *Tis the merry, merry sleigh ! Tis the merry, merry sleigh! *Tis the merry, merry, merry, merry sleigh ! Jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, on they go, Caps and bonnets white with snow, At the faces swimming past, Nodding through the fleecy blast ; Not a single robe they fold To protect them from the cold; Jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle ’mid the storm, Laughing, fun, and frolic keep them warm, Chorus.—dJingle, jingle, &e. Jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, fast it flies, Sending shafts from hooded eyes; + Roguish archers, Pll be bound, ~ Little heeding who they wound; See them, with capricious pranks, Plowing down the drifted Manks ; Jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle ’mid their glee, Who, among them, cares for me ? Chorus.—Jingle, jingle, &c. Jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, down the hills, O’er the meadows, past the mills; Now ’tis slow, and now ’tis fast— Winter will not always last; Every pleasure has its time, Spring will come and stop the clime ; Jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, clear the way Tis the merry, merry, merry sleigh, Ohorus—Jingle, jingle, &c, America. —> +

> — <> Oh! scorn not thy brother, Though poor he may be; He’s bound to another, A bright world ‘with thee ; Should sorrow assail him, Give heed to his sighs, Should strength ever fail him, Oh! help him to rise. The pathway we’re roaming, ’Mid flow’rets may lie, But soon will life’s gloaming Come dark’ning our sky ; Then seek not to smother Kind feelings in thee— Oh! scorn not thy brother, Though poor he may be. Go, cheer those who languish Their dead hopes among, In whose hearts stern anguish Their harps have unstrung ; They may soon in another Bright land roam with thee, Then scorn not thy brother, Though poor he may be, Mrs. Lofty and I. BY MRS. C, H. GILDERSLEEVE. Mrs. Lofty cegae si a carting, XN She has dapple erays ie draw it, None have I; She’s no prouder with her coachman han am [ With my a en ae baby Trundling by, I hide his face, lest she should see The cherub boy and envy me. Her fine husband has white fingers, Mine has not; He could give his bride a palace,— Mine, a cot; Hers comes home beneath the starlight,— Ne’er cares she; Mine comes in the purple twilight, Kisses me, And prays that He who turns life’s sanda Will hold His loved ones in His hands, Mrs. Lofty has her jewels, So have I; She wears hers upon her bosom,— nside I; She will leave hers at death’s portal, By-and-by ; {shall bear my treasures with me When I die, For I have love and. she has gold,— She counts her wealth,—mine can’t be told She has those who love her—station, None have I; But I’ve one true heart beside,— Glad am I; Yd not change it for a kingdom, No, not I. And the difference define *Twixt Mrs. Lofty’s wealth and mine. 65 {Should n't like to tell. "Twas early in the spring-time, When birds begin to mate, That first I saw young Edward Down by the garden-gate ; Upon the evening stillness His voice so sweetly fell— The winning words he whisper’d I shouldn’t like to tell! In many a summer twilight We stood together there, And oh, the bright world never To me, seem’d half so fair, As when, above the chiming Of distant village bell, I heard that loving story I should n’t like to tell! Bright visions of the future Our busy fancies wove, As arm in arm together We wander’d through the grove; The cuckoo’s note was sounding In copse and shady dell, As I listen’d to the story I should n’t like to tell! But there, one summer evening, When stars were shining bright, And the moon cast all around us Her chaste and silver light, Beneath a broad-leaved’d linde I yet remember well, , I gave a solemn promise should not like to tell. 66 - Three Bells. Come swell the strain, the proud refrain, The signs of noble deeds ; How true men brave, on ocean’s wave Win fame’s most worthy meeds! And high to-day, in grateful lay, *Mid music’s witching spells, Let every lip bless that good ship, Brave Crighton’s ship, Three Bells: Okorus.—Oh, the good ship, Three Bells! Oh, the good ship, Three Bells! With her sturdy crew, And her captain true, That man the good Three Bells! When storms came down with blackest frown, And woke the ocean’s wrath ; And one lost bark in tempest dark, Lay in the mad wind’s path ; Heaven pleased to prove, that human love In Albion bosom dwells, Turn’d to that wreck, that death-swept deck, Brave Crighton’s ship, Three Bells; Chorus.—Oh, the good ship, Three Bells, &c. “They work’d by day, they work’d alway. As brave tars only do; When from the wave they strive to save, A sinking vessel’s crew; A shout rose high, ‘‘all saved!” they ery, Hark how the pean swells! _ Till earth’s far bound rings with the sound, “God bless the ship, Three Bells!” Ohorus.—Oh, the good ship, Three Bells, &e. Nor, Nore Tor, Chor, Shor 67 Mable Clare. attains a Brighter than the hues of morning, Oh! how beautiful and fair, Lovely as a moonlit evening, Was our darling Mable Clare, Morus. —Oh! Mable is now with the blest, She died in her youth’s rosy bloom; : We laid her down in the grave to rest, And spread sweet flowers o’er the narrow temb Of gentle Mable Clare. Happy smiles illumed each feature, Brow unclouded, free from care, What a dear, confiding creature Was our darling Mable Clare. horas, —Oh, Mable is now with the blest, &. Graceful as a winged creature, Floating through the balmy air, Pure and spotless as a seraph, Was our darling Mable Clare. Rorus, —Oh, Mable i is now with the blest, &e. What to me are all life’s pleasures, Allis sadness and despair, Without thee my soul’s dear treasure, My own darling Mable Clare, Chorus. —Oh, Mable is now with the blest, &c. Rest in peace, then, till that morning Dawns upon our raptured eyes ; What a joyous, happy greeting When we meeté thee in the skies. rus.—Oh, Mable is now with the blest, &c. 68 The dearest spot of earth to me Is home, sweet home ; The fairy land I’ve long’d to see, Is home, sweet home. There how charm’d the sense of hearing, There where hearts are so endearing, All the world is not so cheering As home, sweet home. ~ Pve taught my heart the way to prize My home, sweet home; I’ve learn’d to look with lover’s eyes On home, sweet home. There where vows are truly plighted, There where hearts are so united, All the world beside I’ve slighted | For home, sweet home. 60 Waiting for the May. Vv AhY my heart is weary, waiting, Waiting for the May ; Waiting for the pleasant rambles, Where the fragrant hawthorn brambles, With the woodbine alternating, Scent the dewy way. ht my heart is sore with sighing, Sighing for the May ; Sighing for the sure returning, When the summer’s beams are burning Hopes and flowers that, dead or dying, All the winter lay. Ah! my heart, my heart is throbbing, Throbbing for the May ; Throbbing for the seaside billows, Or the water-wooing willows, Where, in laughter and in sobbing, Glide the streams away. 10 Be Kind to Each Other. Be kind to each other, The night’s coming on, When friend and when brother Perchance may be gone; Then ’midst our dejection, How sweet to have earn’d The blest recollection Of kindness return’d. When day hath departed, And memory keeps Her watch broken-hearted, Where all the loved sleep, Let falsehood assail not, Nor envy disprove, - Let trifles prevail not Against those you love. Nor change with to-morrow ; Should fortune take wing— The deeper the sorrow, The closer the cling. Be kind to each other, The night’s coming on, When friend and when brother Perchance may be gone. r. Where the Bright Waves are Dashing. Where the bright waves are dashing, And the wind cometh free, There thy white sail is flashing On the blue summer sea; Thy sweet carol ringing, So bird-like and so gay, Thy dark locks outflinging, To the merry breezes, play. Is the gale rudely vlowing,— _Still thy heart feels no care; On its swift pinions going, Thy white sail is there; ‘ Above the loud waves dashing Thy carol rises free, Thy dark eyes are flashing O’er the wild foamy sea. There’s a kind angel watching Thy bark on its way; His white wings are over thee By night. as by day; Glide on thy way unfearing, No ill may come to thee; ‘There’s a kind angel watching O’er the wild, foamy sea. ee eeneengieeneete 7 We Stand Here United. ee We stand here united in courage and will, The cause of the right to maintain; With, hearts trueandconstant, whatever may come, We firm as the rocks will remain. Chorus,—For the right, for the right, Here determined we stand, So pledge we the word, So join we the hand, So pledge we the word, So join we the hand, Nor fearing nor doubting shall enter the band, No question of evil report; The nations, and people of every land, To us be united in heart. Chorus.—For the right, &c. Then stand here united in courage and will, The cause of the right to maintain; With hearts true and constant, whatever may com®, We firm as the rocks will remain, . Chorug —For the right, éc. CONTENTS or Beadle’s Dime Military Song Book AND SONGS FOR THE WAR. A Dragoon Song, | A Good Time Coming, A Hero ee Revolution, A National Song, ‘A Soldier Lad my Love Shall be A Steed, a Steed of Matchless Speed, All do Allow it,March where we may, America, _ Annie Laurie, Auld Lang Syne, Battle Hymn, Columns, Steady! Bruce’s Address, Burial of Sir John Moore, Charge of the Light Brigade, Hail Columbia, Hail to the Chief, Happy are we to-night, Boys, Hohenlinden, Hymn, : I’m Leaving Thee in Sorrow, Annie, It is Great for Our Country to ie, It is not on the Battle-field, Light Sounds the Harp, Maé Anthony Wayne, Martial Elegy, Merrily every Bosom Boundeth My Soldier Lad, . National Song, Our Flag, Peace be to those who Bleed, Prelude—The American Flag, Red, White and Blue, Soldier’s Dirge, Song, 5 Song for Invasion, Bong for the Fourth of July, ’ Star-Spangled Banner, The American Boy, The American, Felnnteer, The Army and the Navy, The Battle of Vexington, The Dead at Buena Vista, The Death of Napoleon, The Dying Soldier to his Sword The Fallen Brave The Flag of our Union, The Land of Washington, The Marseilles Hymn, The Mothers of ourForest Land The Myrtle and Steel, The Origin of Yankee Doodle The Rataplan, The Revolutionary Battle o- Eutaw, The Soldier’s Adieu, The Soldier’s Dream, The Soldier’s Farewett, The Soldier’s Return, The Soldier’s Wife, The Sword Chant, The Sword and the Staff, The Sword of Bunker Hiil, The Triumph of Italian Frea dom, The Wounded Hussar, Through Foemen Surroundin To the’"Memory of the Amer cans who bled at Eutaw Springs, Uncle Sam’s Farm, Unfurl the Glorious Banpes uP ! March Away, War Song, Warren’s Address. Yankee Doodle, CONTENTS or Beadle’s Dime Union Song Book, INo. 1. r A Big Thing” Coming, A ~wleful Ballad, A’ Hail to the Stars and Stripes, Am:-.rica, An Ode t» Washington, An Old fMtory with a New Mori, Anthem, Army Hymn, A Yenkee Ship and a Yankee Crew, Banner Song, Cairo, Columbia Forever, Columbia Rules the Sea, Dixie’s Farms, Dixie for the Union, Eighty-five Years Ago, Enfield Gun, Freedom’s Light, God Save our Native Land, . God Save the Union, God Save the Volunteers, Hail Columbia, Heaven for the Right, Her Own Brave Volu1.teer, Hunting Song of the Chivalry, durra for the Union, wet Cowards Shrink, Long Live the Great and Free, * March Away, Volunte + — Marching, March of the Loy] States, My own Native Lana, On, Brothers, on, One [ left There, Our Banner Chorts, Our Country, Our Country, Right or Wrong, Our Flag. Our Good Ship Sails To-night, Our Union, Right or Wrong, Our Whole Country, Red, White and Blue, | Soldier’s Tent Song, Song for Battle, Stand by the Union, Star-Spangled Banner, Step to the Front, The Banner of the Nation, The Bold Zounaves, The Dead of the Battle-field, The Flag of our Union, The Irish Brigade, The Michigan ** Dixie,” The Northern Boys, The Northmen’s Marseilles, The Old Union Wagon, The Original Yankee Doodle, The Patriot Flag, The Rock of Liberty, The Southrons are Coming, The Stripes and Stars, The Sword of Bunker Hi.}, The Union—It must be Pre served, The Union, Young and Strong, The Yankee Boy, The Zouave Boys, The Zouave’s Song, To the Seventy-ninth, High landers, Traitor, Beware our Flag, Unfurl t*e Glerious Banner, Viva l’ America, . Yankees are Coming CONTENTS or : - Beadle’s Dime Union Song Book, No. 2. . A Life m the Soldier’s Camp, A ee Hymn in Time of ar A Soldier’s Dream of Home, A Yankee Volunteer, Away to the Fray, Battle Invocation, Beautiful Union, Begone, Secesh, Blue Jackets, Fall in, Draw the Sword, Northland, Drummer Boy of the National Greys, *E Pluribus Unum,”’ Flag Song, Following the Drum, Gathering Song, Give us Room, Hail Columbia, Hark! to the Tread, Hurrah for the Land we Love, Liberty, Mustering Chorus, My Love he is a Zou-zu, Our Country, Now and Ever, Our Flag, Rally, Boys! Remember Traitors, Rule, Columbia, Song cf the Zouaves, Song of Union, Stand by the Union, Summons to the North, Sweet is the Fight, Sweet Maid of Erin, The Alarum, ss — ne The Banner of Stars, The Birth of our Banner, The Brave and Free, The Delaware Volunteers, The Flag and the Union, The Flag of the Brava, The Flag of the Free, The Great. Union Club, The ‘* Mud-Sills”” Greeting, The Nation of the Free, The Northmen are Coming, The Northern Hurrah, The Past and Present, ‘The Patriot’s Address, The Patriot’s Serenade, The Patriot’s Wish, The Patriot Soldier, The Star Flag, The Star-Gemmed Flag, The Star-Spangled Banner, The Stripes and Stars, The Union Gunifing Match, The Union Harvesting, The Union Marseillaise, The Union Sacrifice, The eure Yankee Doodle of 61. Three Cheers for our Banner, Traitor, Spare that Fiag, Union Forever, Victory’s Band, Volunteer’s Song, Where Liberty dwella there is my Country, Wife of my Bosom, Words of Sympathy. CONTENTS Beadle’s Dime Song Book, NO. 1. All’s for the Best, Old Dog Tray, Annie Laurie, Our Mary Ann, A National Song, Over the Mountain, Answer to a Thousand a Year, | Poor Old Slave, Answer to Kate Kearney, Red, White, and Blue, - A Thousand a Year,» Root, Hog, or Die, Belle Brandon Root, Hog, or Die, No. 2, Ben Bolt, Root, Hog, or Die, No. 3, Blind Orphan Boy’s Lament, | Root, Hog, or Die, No, 4, Bob Ridley, Row, Row, Bold Privateer, Shells of the Ocean, Do They Miss me at Home? | Song of the Sexton, Don’t be Angry, Mother, Star-Spangled Banner, Down the River, The Age of Progress, E Pluribus Unum, The Dying Californian, Evening Star, The Hills of New England, Faded Flowers, The Lake-Side Shore, Gentle Annie, The Miller of the Dee, Gentle Jenny Gray, The Marseilles Hymn, Glad to Get Home, The Old Folks we Loved Long Hard Times, Ago, Have You Seen my Sister, The Old Farm-House, Heather Dale, The Old Play-Ground, Home Again, The Rock of Liberty, [am not Angry, The Sword of Bunker Hill, I Want to Go Home, The Tempest, Juney at the Gate, There’s a Good Time Coming, Kate Kearney, Twenty Years Ago Kiss me Quick and Go, Twinkling Stars, ‘Kitty Clyde, Uncle Sam’s Farm, Little Blacksmith, Unfurl the Glorious Banner, My Home in Kentuck, Wait for the Wagon, My Own Native Land, Willie, we have Miss’d You, Nelly Gray, : Willie’ll Roam no More, Welly was a Lady, . CONTENTS |Beadle’s Dime Song Book, ~ NO. 3. Annie, Dear, Good-by, 4 Sailor’s Life for Me, Bessy was a Sailor’s Bride, bonny Jean, omic Katy Darling, omic Parody, Darling Jenny Bell, Darling Rosabel, Death of Annie Laurie, Ettie May, Pow Days, lve ’em String and let ’em ent, Yo it while You’re Young, Hail Columbia, Hap y Hezekiah, Pq Shctne to be a Daisy, Uhave Something Sweet to \ Tell You, Sie of Beauty, (Think of Old ; ever I Go, ; yoannette and Jeannot, yonn Jones, ordan is a Hard Road to Travel, . Kitty Kimo, Lather and Shave, lager Bier Song, linda has Departed, illie Bell, Ove Not, Man the Life-Boat, My Dear Old Mother, y Girl with a Calico Dress, My Heart’s in Old Ireland, My Poor Dog Tray, Qld Rosin the Bow, Ireland where- } Woodman, Spare that Over the Left, Old Dog Tray, No. 2 Parody on the West, Pop Goes the Weasel, Pretty Jane, Rosa Lee, Song of the Locomotive, Sparking Sarah Jane, The American Girl, The American Boy, The Boys of Kilkenny, The Emigrant’s Farewell, The Fine Old English Gentle man, The Fine Old Irish Gentle. man, The Fine Old Dutchman, The Fireman’s Death, The Fireman’s pare The Girl I Left behind Me, The Sold Diggers Lament, The Indian Hunter, The Old Oaken Bucket, The Old Whiskey Jug, The Other Side of Jordan, The Pirate’s Serenade, The Yellow Rose of Texas, Ten O’Clock, or, Remember Love, Remember, Tilda Horn, True Blue, To the West, Unele Ned, Unhappy Jeremiah,’ Vilkins and his Dinah, We Miss Thee at Home, What Will Mrs. Grundy Say? CONTENTS Beadle’s Dime Song Book No. © A. a Ain’t I Glad te get out of the Wilderness, A National Song, Answer to Katy Darling, A Merry Gipsy Girl again, A Parody on “Uncle Sam’s Farm,’ Ben Fisher and Wife, Bonnie Jamie, Broken-Hearted Tom, Lover, By the Sad Sea-Waves, Columbia Rules the Sea, Come, Gang awa’ wi’ Me, Commence you Darkies all Cottage by the Sea, Daylight is on the Sea, Don’t you cry so, Norah, Darling, Erin is my Home, Gal from the South, He Led Her to the Altar, Home, Sweet Home, I am a Freeman, Till hang my Harp on a Wil- low-Tree, I’m not Myself at all, the ‘Indian Hunter, _l’ye been Roaming o’er the Prairie, I Wish He would Decide, Mamma, Jane Monroe, Johnny is Gone for a Soldier, Jolly Jack the Rover, Kate was once a little Girl, Kitty Tyrrel, Let Me Kiss Him for his Mother, Linda’s Gone to Baltiniore, Maud Adair, and I, Molly Bawn, My ain Fireside. My Boyhood’s Home, Nora, the Pride of Kildare, O, God! Preserve the Marin@# Oh, Kiss, but never tell, Old Uncle Edward, Paddy on the Canal, Poor old ‘Maids, Ship A-Hoy ! Somebody’s Courting Som@ | body, Song of the Farmer, {Song of Blanche Alpen, Sparking Sunday Night, Sprig of Shilleleh, Stand by the Flag, The Farmer’s Boy, The Hazel Dell, The Harp that once Throug# Tara’s Hall, The Indian Warrior’s Grav’ |The Little Low Room whe! I Courted my Wife, The Low Backed Car, The Old*Brown Cot, The Old Kirk-Yard, The Railroad Engineer’s Song They don’t wish Me at Hom Tom Brown, . Terry O'Reilly, Uncle Gabriel, ; Uncle Tim the Toper, We were Boys and Girls @ gether, We are Growing Old togethe™ Weare all so Fond of Kis® ing, Where are now the Hopes! Cherished ? : b Within a Mile of Edinburg Town, Would If were a Boy again, Would I were a Girl agaity Would I were with Thee. ne Sr 1ey ‘A A Dollar or Two, A Man’s a Man for a’ That, Neel’s Whisper, ud Lang Syne, Yankee Ship, and a Yankee Crew, Ashful Young Man, all Me Pet Names, amptown Races, Charity, Cheer, Boys, Cheer, min’ Thro’ the Rye, er mot Astore, Dilla Burn, Down the Burn, Davy, Love, Dumbarton’s Bonnie Dell, Wer of Thee, Gum-Tree Canoe, Hark { Thear an Angel Sing, lq Offer Thee this Hand of Mine, ea Tathe Days when I Was Hard J 0 , Yond Anderson, my Jo, John, Shnny was a Shoemaker, Kind Relations, last Week I took a Wife, ary of Argyle, Meet Me by Moonlight, apolitaine, oOrah M’Shane, Nothing Else to Do, Ych! Paddy, is it Yerself? Oft in the Stilly Night, oll on Silver Moon, { ambo, I have Miss’d You, Sammy Slap, the Bill-Sticker, Simon the ee, -omething to Love Me, ome Love to Drink, ourkrout and Sausages, CONTENTS 'Beadle’s Dime Song Book, NO. 5. —. Still so Gently o’er Me Stealing The Gay Cavalier, The Gambler’s Wife, The Grave of Uncle True, The Grave of Bonaparte, The Ingle Side, The Irish Emigrant’s Lament, The Ivy Green The Lass that Loves a Sailor, The Last Rose of Summer, The Lily of the West, The Minute Gun at Sea, The Monks of Old, The Musical Wife, The Ocean Burial, The Old Arm-Chair, The Poor Little Fisherman’s Girl, The Rat-catcher’s Daughter, The Rose of Allendale, The Tail iv Me Coat, The Watcher, Thou art Gone from my Gaze, Thou hast Wounded the Spirit, ’*Tis Midnight Hour, Twilight Dews, Umbrella Courtship, Wake! Dinah, Wake! Washington, Star of ook We'll have a little Dance T Night, Boys, i We Met by Chance, When I Saw Sweet Nelly Home, hen the Swallows ward Fly Whoop de Doodle do, William of the Ferry, Will You Love Me Then as Now? ; Home: CONTENTS Beadle’s Dime Song Book, NO. 6. Annie Lisle Old Homestead, Beautiful World, Ossian’s Serenade, Be Kind to the Loved Ones, | Over the River, Bobbin’ Around, Riding on a Rail, Bonnie Dundee, Sailor Boy’s Last Dream, Courting in Connecticut, “Say Yes, Pussy,” Dearest Mae, Spirit, Voice of Belle Brandon, Dear Mother, I’ll Come again, | Squire Jones’s Daughter, Ella Ree, ° The Bloom is on the Rye, Fairy Dell, The Blue Junietta, Far, far upon the Sea, The Carrier Dove, Gentle Hallie, ° The Child’s Wish, Gentle Nettie Moore, The Cottage of my Mother, Happy are we To-night, The Female Auctioneer, Hattie Lee, The Irish Jaunting Car, He Doeth All Things Well, |The Lords of Creation shall I can not Call her Mother, Woman obey, Ti Paddle my own Canoe, The Maniac, I’m Standing by thy Grave, | The Merry Sleigh-Ride, Mother, The Miller’s Maid, Is it Anybody’s Business? 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