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KISS ME, MOTHER, KISS YOUR DAHLlUC.

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KiM mc, mother, kiis your darling,

Lean my head upon your breast,
Fold yo.ir loving arma iirouodme— « '

I am weary, let me rest.
Scenes of life are swiftly lading,

Brighter seems the other shore ;
I am standing by the river,

Angels wait to waft me o'er.

CHOBua.

Kiss me, mother, kian your darling.
Lay my bead upon /our breast,

Fold yonr loving arms around me,
I am weary, let me rest.

Kiss me, mother, kiss your darling.
Breathe a blessing on my brow,

For ] '11 soon be with the angels-
Fainter grows my breath, e'en now,

Tell the loved ones not to mur lur ;
Say I died our Flag to save.

And that I shall slumber sweetly
In the soldier's honored grave. ^CAmim.

Oh I how dark this world is growing-
Hark i I hear the angel band-
How I long to join their numtier, "

In that fair and happy land !
Hear you not thai heavenly mnsic,

Floating near, so soft and low ?
J must leave yoa->li[irewelI, mother t
IlIss n^e oi|oe before I go— CAorua

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\Ui um $mus jo-mm, love.

I'll deck my brow with roseii,

Th« loved one niiiy be there,
The gAraa th|^ oib*^ m gf v« i»e, ,

Will shine within my h«lr.
And even them that know roe,

Will think my heart fii light,
Tboagh my heart will break to-morrow,

I'll be all BmUs? to-uight.

Chords.

I'll be all imiloit to-night, lo^e,

I'll be all smileR to-night,

Though ray heart will break to-morrow

I'll be all f miles to-night I '

And when the room he entered

The bride npoa liin arm,
I •too<I and gjijied upon him

As if be were a charm.
So once he smiled upon her.

So once he smiled on me,
They kno»^ not what Vv^ fiuffered.

They found no oliAQge ia me^^CAonts,

And when the dance commences,

Oh I how I will rejoice ;
I'll t^ing the song he taught me

Without one faltering voice.
When flatterers come around me,

Tliey will think my heart is light.
Though my heart will breok to-morrow.

I'll be all smiles to-night— CJioria.

And when the daace is over,

And all have gone to rest,
III think of him, dear mother.

The one thnt I love best.
He once did love, believe me,

But now has growi cold aid strange •
He sought pot tiidac-^vemc,

False friends have brougLt this change.~.CAorM*.

J- •!M<i — ' T^~

I'LL REMdMERItlurtim IR'Rir nHVERS

When tho curtains of night Art pinnod bftck bjr the itwri,

And tho boaitlfitl moon luaps tho tkifls^ .
And tho dew-drops of boavou aro klwdug thrrofi^*

It is then that my memory flies
As If on tho wingg of some beautiful dove.

In hnste with tho message it bears,
To bring you a kiss of affection and say ;

I rem«$mb«r you, love, ia my prayuT«.

Gooftui.

Qo where you will — on land or at st a,

I'll sharo all your sorrows and curvs ;
And at nlufht, when 1 kneel by my bedside and pray,

I'll remember you, love, in my prayori.

I have loved you too fondly to ever forget

Tho love you have spoken for mo,
And thu kiss of affection ktiil warm on my lips,

When you told me how true you would be j
I know not If Fortune be fickle or friend.

Or if time on your memory wears ;
I know that I lovo you wherever yoa roam.

And romembcr you, love, in my | riyers; — Chorut;

When heavenly angels are guarding tho good

As Qod has ordained them to do,
In answer to prayers I hare offered to Htm,

I know there is one watching you,
And may its bright spirit be with you through li^e

To guido you up heaven's bright stairs ;
And meet with the one who has lored ycm so true,

And remember you, love, in her prayers. — C/torus,

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m DE EVENING BY DE MOONLIGHT.

In do erwnlnR by de moonllghl,

When din darkwy's work wiwi over,
We would gather round du Are

•Tin dc ho<>-ciike It wan dt»n« ;
Den wo all w(»uld eat our nupper*.

Aitvt dut wo'd cltar do kitchen,
Dftt'B de only time we had to spare

To have a little fun.
Uncle Oabe wt»uld take de flildle down

Dat hung upuu do wall,
While de Bilver moon was shli »« clear aiul' bright ;;

How do old folkg would eujoy it,
D-iy would sit and listen all de night,

As we lang in de evening by de moonlights

Cboaub.

In de evening by de moonlight
You could hear us darkies singing,

In de evening by de moonlight
You could hear de banjo ringing.

How de old folks would enjoy it.
Dey would sit all n=ght and listen,

As we sang in de evening by de moonlight.

In do evening by de moonlight.

When do watch-dog would be sleeping ;
In de corner by de ttreplace,

Beside de old armchair,
Where Aunt Chloe used to sit

And tell ihe picaninnies stories.
And de cabin won id be filled ^^ '

With merry coons from far and near,
All dem happy times we used to have

Will ne'er return again;
Everything was den so merry, gay and bright.

And I never will forget it,
Just as long eti I remember,

How we sang i« 4^ evening by de moonlight.— aAon*!,

rSE QWINE iAOK TO DIXIE*

Tie gwine X^ack to Dixie—*

No more Vtm gwino to wan«!«r ;
My heart's turned Imrk to Dixie—

I cAii't Rtay hero no longer,
I miti do old pUntation,

My homo and my rolntion ;
)fy hcart'H turned back to Dixie,

And I must go.

Caoiitrt.

Tie gwIno bock to Dix'e,

Tie gwine back to Dixiv,
I'bo gwino where tlv «ir»»ngo bloNSoms grow;

For I hear de children calling,

I seo their Had toars frilling,

My heart'd turne<l back to Dixle^
And I must go.

I'Yd hoc<| in fields of cottm,

I've worked upon do rivi r ;
I u^od to think if I got off,

I'd go l)ack dcre, no never ;
But time has changed de old man . ,

Hi« head in bonding low,
His heart's turning back io Dixie,

And he muat go. — Choriu.

Vm travling l»ack to Dixie—

My step Ib slow and foebie ;
I pray de Lord to help me^

An<i lead me ftom all e?il ;
And should my strength forsake m ,

Den, kind friends, como and take mo;
Uf heart's turned back to Dixiei

And 1 must go. — Chorur,

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^PIVRHPH

HANDFUL OP TURF.

A8 8UN0 By EDWABD BUBTON,

h'f Mlltng I am at the dawn of tho tUy,

To my brother tlmi'4 oror tho «ta,
tint It's little I II core for tay life anywhere^

For iff breaking my poor heart will be.
But A trtaiuro Til take, for otiM Iroland'i lake,

That Ml prlao all belonging above-^
It'i a bandfal of tnrf from the land of my birth,

From the huarl of tho land that I love.

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ifk a han^V.^ ^jr( from the land of my birth,
From the hea'rtof the land that I love.

Ana won i the poor lad in his exile be gl»d,

When ht) lees the brave present I bring,
Auti won't there bo flowcia from this trooaure of ourg,

Ju the warmth of thu beautiful spring.
Oh ] Erin. Ifachree I tho* it's parting we be,

It's a blessing I leave ou your shore,
And your mountains and streams 1 will aee in my dreams

Tilt I cross to my country once morr

Chorub.

Mod yea* mountains ano stroams I will rfee in my dreams
IHi I cross io my country once more.

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TUT diakteO AIAK.

Gone beyond the darkwime rivw,

Only \v(i u« hy tbo way ;
Oono Wyuiul th« night forertr,

Only gone iu umll<*M d^y.
Oono to in««i tho angel facet,

Where onr lovely truMiint are {
Oonoawhllo fiom our embrace*,

Uooe within the gatvN njar I

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QfJARTITTI.

Therw'i a ulntor, thrrt/n a brother,
Whore ( ur lo y troaeumi are |

Th«r» '11 a frtthfcf, there'i k mother,
Oono within the gates ajar.

On* by one they go before ni,

They are fading like tho dow ;
But we know they are watching oV r ui,

They— tho good, the fair, the true.
They are wafting for ui only,

Where no pain can nver mar ;
Llttlo ones who left m lomly,

Watch U8 thio* the gutcM ujar 1

There's a sister, there's a, etc

Gone where every eye is tratlesr, '

Only gone from earthly care j
Oh \ the waiting, sad and cheerless.

Till we meet our loved ones there.
Sweet the rest froln all onr roving^

Land of light and hope afcr ;
Lo I or Father's hand go^loving,

Sets the pearly gates ajar I

Thert^'s a sister, there's a, etc.

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THE FADED COU :F BLUE.

My brave IsuX he sleeps in bis faded coat of blue ;

In bis lonely grave, unknown, lies the heart that beat so true ;

He tank, faint and hungry, among the famished brave,

And they Uiid him, sad and lonely, within his nameless grare*

Chorus.

No more <he bugle calls the weary one :

Rest, noble spirit, in thy grave unknown ;

I shall find you and know you among the good and true,

Where a robe of white is given for the faded coat of blue.

He cried : " Give me water and just one little ctumb,

And my mother ^he will bless you through all the years to come ;

Oh I tell my sweet sister, so gentle, good and true.

That I'll meet hir up in heaven in my faded coat of blue 1 '

No more the bugle calls, etc.

«« Oh I " he said, " my dear comrades, you cannot take me home,
But you'll mark my grave for mother ; sho will find it if she comcs^
1 fear she will not know me, among the good and true,
When a robe of white is given for the faded coat of blue."

No more the bugle calls, etc.

No dear one was by him to close his sweet blue eyes,
And no gentle one was nigh him to give him sweet replies,
No stone marks the sod o'er iny lad so bravo and true-
In his lonely grave he sleeps, in his faded coat of blue.

JiJ^o joaore the J)ugl§ fMlA, etc.

DOWN IN lUOAL MINE.

I'm a jovial collier lad.

And l!ithc as blithe can be,
For let the times bo good or tiad

They're all the nxmn to me ,
*Tl8 little of the world I know

And care less for itM ways,
For where the dog-star never glows

I wear away my days.

Chorus.
Down In a ooal mine, underneath the gr'jand,

Where a gleam of sunshine nfver can k found;
Difcging dusky diaraondH all tho season round.

Down in a ooal mine, underneath tho ground.

My hands are horny hard,

And black with working In the vein,
And like the clothes upon my tack

My speech is rough and plain ;
Well, if I stumble with my tongue,

I've one excuse to say,
'Tie uo% the collier's heart that's wrong,

'Tis the head that goes astray. — Chorus.

At every sh'ft, be it soon or late,

I haste my bread to earn.
And anxiously my kindred wait

And watch for my leturn ;
For death that levels all alike,

Whate'er their rank may be,
Amid the fire and damp may strike *

And fling his darto .'\t me. — Chorus.
How little do the great ones care

Who sit at home secure.
What hidden danger? colliers dare,

What hardships they endure ;
The very fires their mansions »x)ast,

To cheer themselvt s and wives.
Mayhap wti . l^indled at the ccst

Of jovial colliers' lives. — Chorus,

Then cheer up, lads, and make ye

Much of every joy ye can ;
But let your mirth be always such

However fuitane tur s about

We'll still be jovial eoul 8,
For wi at would America be

Without the lads that look for coals ? — Chorus,

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THE DlttNKAfiD'S DREAM.

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Why, tjermoi, you look Wealthy, now your drr w is neat and clean •
I never see you drunk about, oh I tell where you've been ; '

Vour wife and family are all wi II, you once did use them etrange
Oh ! you Ere kinder to them ; how came tbiH happy change ?

tt was a dream, n warning voice, which heaven sent to me,
To snatch me from th« drunkard's curse, grim want and misery •
My wage« were all speBt iu drink ; oh I what a wretched view '
I almoBt brokolny Mary's heart, and starved my children, too. '

Wha^ was my home or wife t > me 7 I Iweded not her sigh ;
Her patient i>milo has welcomed me when lear^ bedimmed her eye •
My children, too, have oft awoke ; « Oh I father, dear,^ they've said,
" Poor mother has been weeping so^ because we've had no bread."

My Mary's form did wwt* away— I saw her sunken eye-
On straw my babeain aicknen laid—I h ard their wailing cry •
I laughed and sung in drunken joy, while Mary's tears did stream
Then like a beaat, I fell aaleep— and had this warning dream : '

I thought once more I stagger'd home ; there seemed a solemn gloom •
I missed my wife, where can she be ? and strangers in the room • '
I heard them say, " Poor thing, she's dead, she led a wretched life
Grief and want have brok<yi her heart ; who'd be a dm nkard's wife ?" «

I saw my children weeping round ; I scarcely drew my breato,
They called and kissed her lifeless form, forever stiHtd in death.
« Oh ! father, come and wake her up, the people say she's dead.
Oh I make her smile, and speak once more, we'll never cry for bread »

<■ She is not dead," I frantic cried, and rushed to where she lay

And madly kissed her once warm lips, forever cold as clay ; '

« Ob ! Mary, speak one word to me, no more I'll c<U8e you pain,

No more I'll grieve your loving heart, nor ever drink again. "

•Dear Mary, speak, 'tis Dermot calls I" « Why. so I do !" she cried :
i awoke, and true, my Mary dear was kneeling by my side ; '

I presstd her to my throbbing heart, while joyou tears did 8tream,
And ever siuco I've heaven bless'd for sending me that dream.

MfiLlflfi BfiKlt^eF tut UA.

Ohl I wander inid the roeej,

In the golden Summer time,
And listen to the rtr<*«Blet,

While it ritogft a thirty <5hittie,
But far sweeter tttah the rddos,

Or the Streamlet onto tte,
fhe gnn-bri^ht face of B^sSte,

Darlitag BeSsle of the lea.

Chobub.
Oh ! she is the sweetest flower

Ever sent to comfort me ;
Pure and gentle as an angel,

Darling Bessie of the lea.
fes, ibe is the s^d^te^t fidwet

Bvor'B^t to co*rfort ine ;
1 lote that Mttle fairy,

Darling Besde 6f the lea.

Not a bird in all the wild wood

But will answer to h«r <*ill J
Oh 1 most I love the twilight

When the pearly dew-drop* fsll*
Then phe meets me in the vall6y,

And she kindly welcomed iae-^
My boAnie star of efrening,

Darling Bessie of the lea.— C%Ofi<».

Oh! the honey-bee may linger

Where the buds and blossoms grO#,
The gentle breeae of Summer

In its fragrance come and go I
But they all will pktfi utiheed6d,

For wherever she may be,
tfy heart is f\ill of Bessie,

Darling BeSSie of th'e letk.—Choruii

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DOMT BE ANGRY WFH ME, OARLINd.

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Don't b« Angry witk toe, darliag^

Smile yoar brightest, sweetest stnile ^
Keep the Joyous twinkle beaming

In your bright eyes all the while.
let your laugh be one of pleasure,

Drive each shadow from your brow
ie again the heart's sweet treasure-^

Don't be angry, darling, now.

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l>on't be angi*y with me, darling,
Drive away that look of pain }

tet your laugh bo one of pleasure.
Smile your sweetest smile again.

Don>t be angry with me, darling,

Keep the tear back from your eye
'Twas a friendly, timely warning,

Given for the days gone by»
Not for worids would I distress you.

Cast one cloud upon your brow )
Let not, then, my words depress you^

Don't be angry, darling, now.

CnoRtJs*

bon't be angry with me, darling,
Drive away that look of pain i

Let your laugh be one of pleascre,
Smile your sweetest smile again,

DO THEY MISS ME AT H0ME1

Do they miss me at home, do tho> miss me T
'Twoiild be an assurance mosi dear,

To know that this moment somo loved one,
Were saying, " I wish ho was hero : "

To feel that tho gronp at the fireside
Were thinking of mo as I roam,

Ob, yes, 'twould be joy Uyond measure
To know that they miss'd me at home.
To know that they mlsa'd mo at home.

When twilight approaches the season

That over is eacrcd to song,
Does some one repeat my name over,

And sigh that I larry so long ?
And is there a chord in the music

That's miss'd when my voice is away 7
And a chord in each heart that awaketh

Begret at my wearisome stay ?

Regret at my wearisome stay ?

Do they sit me a chair no xr the table, ^
When evening's homo pleasures are nign,

When candles are lit in the parlor,
And the stars in tho calm azure sky 7

And when the •« good-nights " are repeated,
And all Uy them down to their sleep,

Do they think of absent, and waft me

A whisper'd " good-night," while they weep 7
A whisper-d " good-night," while they iPeep 7

Do they miss me at home-do they miss me

At morning, at noon, or at night 7
And lingers one gloomy shade round them

That only my presence can light 7
Are joys less invitingly welcome.

And pleasures less halo than before,
Tter-auRA one is miss'd from the circle,

Because I am with them no more?

Because I am with them no more 7

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ANSWIR TO *< XHI iiPBY'S WARKWa »♦•

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l«dy, do not heed ber warning—'

Trust; me, tbou shalt find rae trq« j
C^QTiftatU a>4 the ligbt of mofning.

I will ever be to you.
L« ly, I will not deceive thee,

Fill thy guileless heart with woe •
1 ru»t mo, lady, and belitivo me,

Sorrow thou shalt never know.

Lady, crery joy would perish,

Pleasures all would wither fast.
If no heart could love and cherish,

la this world of storm and blast-
E'en the stars that gleam above thee,

Shine the brightest in thd night :
So would he who iondly loves thee,

In the darkness be thy light.

Down beside tha flowing river,

Where the dark- green willow weep*.
Where the leaiy branches qui er,

There a gentle maiden sleeps—
In the morn, a lonely btranger

Comes and lingers many houre—
Lady, he's no heartless ranger ;

For, he strews her grave with flowers.

liady, heed thee net her warning—
Lay thy soft white hand in mine ;

For I seek no fairer laurel
Than the constant love of thine

When the silver moonlight brightens.

™ _?**" ^ ^^* slumber on my breast

ieimoi worus thy soul shall lighten.
L,ull thy spirit into rest.

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CIMHf ME SACK TO OLD VKHBUm

Bang with gre*t vncrmmt by Story and D«C3oarQBy, »n tb«ir Sketch,
•nUllfKl, *'T^ cad Vir j^any Home," ^ Tony FMtort

Cmrry me back to old Virginny

There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow,
There's where the birds warble sxrect in thf Mpring-ilme,

There's where this old darkey's heart ana long'd to go.
There's where I labored su hard fer old Massa,

Day after day, in the field of yellow com,
No place on earth do 1 lore more sincerely

Than old Virginny, the State where I wi»s bora.

Chobui.

Carry me back to old Virginny,

There's wheie the cotton and the com and tatoet grow.
There's whero the birds warble sweet in the sprlng-timo,

There'fc where this oW darkey's heart am long'd to go.

Carry mo hack to old Virginny,

There let me live, 'till I withw and decay,
Long by the old Dismid Swamp have I wandered,

There's wherp Ihis old darkey's life will pi^s i^way.
Massa and Missus have long gone before me,

Soon we will meet on that bright and golden shore,
There we'll be happy and free ftxjm all sorrow,

There's where we'll meet and ire'U.never part no more.

CBORUi.

Carry pie baqk to old Virginny,

There's wher« the cotton and the corn <uid tatoes grow,
There's where the birds warpie sWect iu the ppnug-tinie,

There's wh^re this old darkey's heart am long'd to ^o,

OOME HOME, FATHER.

The c ock In the ateenlo ttrlkei one i '

You ««i(i you were coming right home from the ahoD

Ou^ Vrn if *" ^°"'" ^*^'' """'^ ""^ done. '*'

Our fire ha« g:ono oat, the house Is all dark.

With !?''»"' " ^^''' ^•**''»^^»'^ '*nce t^ '
With poor Bt nnj so sick In her arm*. ^

And no one to help her but me-^

tome home I come home 1 come home I

Wewe, lather, dear father, come home I

[,i* CHOBUf, •

Which the night winds repeat, at they roam •
Oh I who coHld re«l8t this mVet plaintl^e^wireriT
Please, father, dear father, come home 1 ^^

^ Th!'' f^T f**?u "' *^^°»« home with me now,

The night has grown colder, a»d Benny is worae
But he has been calling for you. ^ "*'

Indeed he is worse -ma says he will die.

And'^Ti A"*'^ °»orning shall dawn. '

Aud this Is the message she sent me to brlnjr •
Come quickly, or he will be gone I ^ '

Come home I come home I come home I
Flcase father, dear father, come home l^Chortu,

tZL^^ "" *?® ^^^^^^^ •*"^e« throe ; *
The house is so lonely, the hours are so long

For poor weeping mother and me I

res, we are alone, poor Benny is dead.

And gone with the angels of light.

I iw^f T^ ^^^ ""^"^ ^^* ^^^^ that he said :
V. L'^'^^J** ^"8 papa good night.
v.v«iw *40m6 j come home i rome home I

Please father, dear father, come home I— C^Aorw.

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$OME« BIRGitE..CQNl£.

Beautiful bird of Spring has comf,

Seeking a place to build hii home,
Warbling hig iong so light and frw,

Beautiful bird, como lire with me.
Oome live with mc ; you ghall be free,

If you will come and live with ma.
Come live with mo, yoti ahall be fre« ,•

Beautiful bird, come live with me.
I'm all alone ;
Come live with me.
Come live with me.

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CHoang.

Oome, birdie, come live with me,
We will be happy, light and free *,

You shall be all the world to me ;
Come birdie, come and live with me.

Te little birds that sit and sing.

Many a thought of loved ones bring,
Hovering around your tiny nest,

Calling Tour loved ones homo to rost.
Oh I happy bird, no thought of care,

No aching heart, no grief to bear.
Over the land, over the sea.

Come, change your home, and live with me,
Come change your home,
No more to roam ;
Come cbange your home. — Chorut,

Birdie, what makes you fly away,

When I come near you ? tell me, pray ;
I'll not deceive you, you are free,

If you should come and live with mc.
Now, birdie, fly, fast to the sky,

To your sweet home, for night Is nigh ;
And when the sun shines o'er the lea,

Bring thy swt et mate and live with me.

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Daylight to bring ;

Then we will sing.— Chortu.

THE CAMPBELLS iM Umt

Tb« C*m^btM§ mn comin', o-ho f o.^o t

Tho OiunpboUi are comlu', o-ho I o-bo I
The Carapb©n« are comln' to booato LoobUrtn ;

Tbe Campbell! are comlo', o-bo ! o.bol
Upon (bo LomoDdi I lay, I lay,

Upon the Lomond^ I lay, I lay ;
I looked down to bonnie Loobleven,

And Mw three bonnfo p«rch«t pli^.

Great Ai^yle, be goee before, r,;

He BMkee the canaoni and gmM to I6ip,
WP sound o' trnniMt, pipo and drom,

Tbe Campbells are comln'. o-bo I o^ol
The Campbells are comin', o-ho I o^bot

Tbe ampbolls are cototn', o-bo f o-ho I
The CampbteHs are < omin' to bcnnle LocbleTen ;

Tbe Campbells are comin', <Kbo I (hhol

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The Campbells iht^wtt h' in arms,
Their loyal fWth and troth to show ; '

Wl' banners rattling In tbe wind,
The Campbells are oo«in', o-bo I o^bo f

Tbe Campbells are comin', o-bo I o-bo !
Tbd Catapbt lis are coming o-ho I o-ho I
26 Caiiipb«U» are coming to boanle Lotihleten
Tbe CampbelU are c<aaln', o^bol o^ho!

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lAftY'S 60T A TOOTH.

Tin tho (ttikn of a iKwindag bojr,

He look! JuRt likt) hiN pm ;
H«'i the picture of liU niammf,

And the iuiogo of hii diul*.
Ho w»« eiKht months old tbi olht-r day.

He ii A noble ywitb ; '^'
We h«ve boon alnoont cmiy •{■<)•

He got hie flmt [rout tooth.

Oeorgc. dear, George, dear,

Cnn't you guuM tbu truth 7
Oe<irge, duar, George, <^r,

Bl«^ the IHtle youth ;
Do gut up and light the Are,

Turn tho gas a little higher,
Go and tell yoar aunt Hatra

Baby'f got a tooth.

I went home late the other night,

And soon was sound aaleep.
When suddenly I was awoke

By sounds that made mu weep ;
My wife she grabbed me by tho aroa

And saya. get up, yon brute,
Tho pride and joy of all of us

Has got a nice front tooth.— CAoru«.

Now married men take my advice :
When first you do get wed,

Don't ever try to go to sleep.
Don't ever go to bed ;

But to save yourself from trouble of
The darling iitiie pet,

Don't wait until it gels a tooth-
But buy it a nice fiUse s©t.--CAorw.

tlli

Bv THe sAi) SE« Urns.

^f tho tad Ilea wtkven
t UtUfo, while thoy rnotkn

A UniuDt oVr f^niveii

Of hop© and plejwuro goRo ;

I WM young, I win fair,

I ha<l onco not a care

From the fining of the innra
To the iotting of the lun,

Yet I pIno like a glave,

By the lad lea war*.

Choim.

Come agalQ, bright dayii,

Of hope and pleaaiire gone ;
Oome again, bright days.
Come again, come again.

From my care, la«t night,
By holy ileep beguiled,
In the fair dream-light '*" *
My home upon me imiled.
Oh I how sweet, mid the dew,
Erery flower that I knew
Breathed a gentle welcome Uck
To the worn a ! w- ftry child I
r wake in my grf 'h.
By the sad sea v««v*f.

Chords.
Come again, dear dream,

So peacefully that smiled
Come again, dear dream,
Come again, come again,.

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BONNY BUNJDH^OF ROSES.

By the bordem of tha ocf«n,

One mofuitig in tho muiith of Jud«,
For to hvAf thoM warllkt ■ongitttrt.

Thtlr chmtrful notcu »n<l iwfletljr tuM j
1 oTf rhcard a femalo tAlklng,

Who iOi'imMl u> \h\ in grief »nd wo«,
OoDvertlng with young lion«p«rt«,

Cottcerulng the bonny hunch of roiei, ofc.

Then up •lepe young Napoleon,

And takes hii mother by the hand,
Baying, mother dear, have patience

Until I am ablo to command,
Then I will take an army,

Through tremendous dangers I will go ;
Jn Hplte of all tli universe

1 will conquer the bonny buach o' i^o««i oh.

He took five hnudrr \ thmuHiiid mm.

With kings ]i)< wiee to bt-ar his train—
He was so well provided for

That he could sweep this world alone. J « ^
But when ho came to Moscow,

He was ovorpowerc<l by the driven snow,
When Moscow was a biasing,

80 he lost his bonny bunch of roses, oh.

O son, don't speak so venturesome,

For in England are the hearts of oak ;
There is England, Ireland, Scotland,

Their unity was never broke.
O son, think on thy father —

On the Isle of St. Helena his body lies low.
And you must soon follow after him,

80 beware of the bonny bynch of lOses, oh.

Now do believe me, dearest mother,

Now I lio on my dying bed j
If I had lived, I had been clever^

But now I droop my youthful head.
But whilst our bodies lie mouldering.

And weeping willows over our bodies grow>
The deeds of the great Kapuieou

glU^ll sting the bonny bunch of loses, obw

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MRIIVV ELdlgg,

8w«et i. th6 rale where the Mohawk gently glides
On ita clear, winding way to the nea ^

l2 ttTT^'r •" "*""*^ ^'^^^'"^ «» -^rth besides
U this bright, rolling river to me •

But sweeter, dearer, ye«, dearer far than these,

Who charms when others all fail
li blue.eyed, bonny, bonny Elofse, '

The Bslle of the Mohawk Vale

Oh sweet are the scenes of my boyhood's sunny hour,

That bespangle the gay valley o'er, '

And dear are the frlendit RA«n 4w. u

That have lived inllZtt^of ytr ' ^^"' '""-
But sweeter, dearer, yes, dearer far than the'se,

Who charms when others all fail
l8 blue-eyed, bonny, bonny Eloise, '

The Belle of the Mohawk Vale.'

Oh sweet are the moments when, dreaming, I roam
Through my loved haunts now mossy and gT

And deader than all is my childhood's h'alloweTiLe
That ,s crumbling now slowly away •

•But sweeter, dearer, yes, dearer far than these,

Who charms when others all fail
li blue-eved- bon»iw k^^«.. -a,. '

The Belle of the Mohawk Vale.

'ci 'W m mmmmmmmm *,

BANJO HOW HAIieS SILEHT OH THE DOOR.

Oh I de old home la Bad now and dreary,
De darkies slug about de place no more,

Dey have all gone from de old plantation-
Do banjo now hangs silent on de door;

Oh I it's all dat remains of de chll'iren,

Of de ones dat have cherished me, so dear-so dear,

And no more will I hear delr voices singing
De good old songs my heart r^oiced to hear.

CflOBud.

Oh t de old home is sad now and dreary,
De darkies sing about de place no more-no more,

Dey have all gone from de old plantation-
De banjo now hangs silent on de door.

Oh 1 but time makes me fondly remember.

At evening when de toiling day was done,
How de folks used to sing and play de banjo,

For trouble in those good Umes we had none }
But deir forms in de grave now lie sleeping,

So dear to me in the happy days of yore-of yore ;
And I'm left here alone all day weeping—

De bany) now hangs silent on de door— (7A<>ruf.

Now old age has come on, and I'm weary,
Do few locks dat are left me are quite gray ;

Round de farm ev'ry day I am wandering,
Yes, wandering, for I soon must pasa away ;

So you'll please listen now and remember,

When de poor colored man shall be no more-no more,

Take good care, kiiid fileuMS,

De banjo hanging on de cabin door.— CAorua.

fiABV MiNi

I've a letter from thy sire,

Baby tolne— baby mine ;
I could tend and never tire^

Baby initife— baby mine.
He is sailing o'er the sea,
He is coming tack to me,

feaby mine — baby mine,
Ho is coriiing back to me;

Baby mine.

I lit!

()h 1 I long to fee his facej

Baby mine— baby mincj
Tn his old nccnstomed plnce^

Baby mine — buby mine.
Like the rose of ^(ny in bloom,
Like a star amid the gloom,
Like the sunshine in the room,

Baby mine— baby mine.
Like the sunshine in the room,

Baby mine.

I'm so glad I cannot sloep,

Bal>y mine — baby mine,
I'm so happy, I could weep,

Baby mine — baby mine.
He is sailing oVr the sea,
He is coming back to me,
He is coming back to thoe,

Baby mine -baby mine,
Ho is coming back to thee.

Baby mine.

ALL ON ACCOUNT OF ELIZA. < h

The yarn I'm about to spin

Ig all on account of Elisa ;
I'll tell you how I wa« taken in,
All on account of EHm.
She said that the'd e.var be true to one,
But she bolted away with a aon-of-a-gun,
So I cut my stick and to tta I run,

All on account of Eliaa. .,,..,.

All on anooont, ail on account, all on aooount of BH»a ;
He cut his •tlok and to bau he run,
All OQ aocount of Eliza.
I've been nearly blown away in a gale.

All on account of Eliza ;
And I've almost been enten up by a whale,
All on account of Eliza.
I've had sword-cuts by dozens, and I've been shot through,
I've had the yellow fever and also the blue ;
I've been bitten by sh rks, and by crocodiles, too,
All on account of Eliaa.

Chobus. , „,.

All on aooount, all on account, all on aocount of Jfiliza,
He's been bitten by sharks, and by crocodiles, too,
All on account of Eliza-
My duty is now smart lads to press.

All on account of Eliaa ;
If they say « No," why { say « Yes,"
All on account of Eliaa,
So look up, my messmates, some boys for the sea.
And if to your iuramonK they do not agree,
Why, shiver my timbers, just tell 'em for me,
That it's all on account of Eliza.

Chorus. „ ^ , _,,

All 00 account, all on account, all on aocount ol tiUza ;
Why, shiver my timbers, lust teH 'em, says be.
That it's all on account of Eliza.
I've courted the ladies all through my life,

All on account of Eliaa ;
But never could steer to the proper wife,
All on account f Eliaa.
I've kiss'd and I've hugg'd them in ev'ry port.
The fat and the lean, the tall and the short ;
^ut somehow or other they was'nt my sort.
AU on account of Eliaa.

ChOKUS' . « -mi'

All on aooount, all on account, all on account or Biwa •,,
But Homehow or other they was'nt hw sort*
'^^^ on aooowt of BU**.
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A VIOLET FROM MOTHER'S imi.

Scenes of my childhood arise before my gaie,
Bringing recollections of bygone happy days,
When down in the meadow in childhood I iroald roam ;
No one's left to cheer me now within that good old homo.
Father and mother they hare passed away,
Sister and brother now lay beneath the clay ;
But while life does remain, to cheer me I'll retain
This small violet I plucked from mother's grmve.

Cboids.

Only a violet I pVacked when but a boy,

And oft'tlmes when I'm sad at heart, this flow'r has given mo joy,

But while life docs remain, in memoriam I'll retain

This small violet I plucked from mother's grave.

Well I remember my dear old mother's smile,
As she used to greet me when I returned from toil ;
Always knitting in the old arm chiir.
Father used to sit and road for all us children there.
But DOW -n is silent around the good old home.
They have loft mo in sorrow here to roam :
While life does remain, in memoriam 1 11 retain
This small violet I plucked from mother's grave.

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Chorus.

Only a violet I plucked when but a boy,

And oft'times when I'm sad at heart, this flower has giv'n me joy ;

But WViIIa liftk tie\ Am varnain in vmam.^^^..^ Tmi _^j.-I-.

This small violet I plucked from mother's grave.

MASSI'S m DE COLD GRmWD.

Bound de mcadowg am a-ringlng

De darkifi' mournful song,
While de mockingbird am singing,

Happy as de day am long.
Where de iry am a-creeping^

O'er de grassy mound,
Dar old massa am a-sleeping,

bleepiag ia thd cold, cold ground.

CflORTTt.

Down in de coru-fleld

Hear dat mournful sound ;
All de durkics am a weeping,

Massa'e in de cold, cold ground.

When the Autumn leaves were falling,

When de days were cold,
'Twas hard to hear old massa calling,

'Cayse he was so weak and old.
Now de orange tree am blooming,

On de simdy shore, _

Now de summer days am coming*

Massa nebber calls no more.

Down in da cornfield, Ac

Massa make do darkies lub him,

'Gayse he was so kind,
Now they sadly weep above him.

Mourning 'cayse he leave dam behlod.
I cannot work before to-morraW|

'Cayse de tear-drop flow,
I try to drive away my sorrow,

Pickin' o^ de ole baujo.

Down ia de comield, *c.

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MAID OF ATHENS.

Maid of Athens, ere we part,
Give, oh I give mo back my heart,
Or, since that has left my breast, '
Keep it now, and take the rest ;
Hear my vow, before I go,
My life, my life, I love thee!

By those tresses unconfiaed,
Wooed by each ^gean wind ;
By those lids, whose jetty fringe
Kiss thy soft cheek's blooming tinge;
By those wild eyes, like the rose,
. My life, my life, I love thee I

Maid of Athens, I am gone—
Think of me, sweet, when alone.
Though I fly to Istamboul,
Athens holds my heart and soul. ,
Can I cease to love thee ? No I
My life, my lifb, I love thee I
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BUNG WITH QIIEATH^83 BV TONY FAHTOU.

Let mo introduce a fellab I lardy da \
A feUah wbo'i a swell, ah ! lardy dah !
Tlio' umall the cash he dr«w, yet

For he knowi the way to do the ' lardy dah I

Obobub.

JnhiihandapennypUok.

in Ida tooth a l»«""y ''St' lardy d.d» I lardy d.ah !

fie is something in an office, lardy dah 1 lardy dah !
• And h^qultS the city toffi«, lardy dah I
He cOta a swell »o fini', oh 1
He quite forgets to djn», o > I _ ^ ^^j ^^^^ ^

When l,e. l-« ont -«, »J^.W al. M-r^y C«.. - .""'X .'^>' '
Hig luncheon's very slight, ah I lardy aa.»
His Paris diamonds cle-ah,

Look indeed a l>*{J«JJ^.^*^,^y, lardy <lah I lardy dah I
With his sandwich ^^^ "'l^Xiirdvdah I laidy dahl-CAor«i
With his sandwich and his be-ah, »ii<iy Vian i»» J

His shirt is very « tricky," lardy dah Hardy dah I

It" a pair of cuffP, and dickey, lardy dah 1

His boots are patent leather,

But they never stand ^f JX/'lardy dah 1 lardy dah !

For they're W«^^l"^f *S Iwdy dah \-Choru,.

They are paper, glued together, laray uhi

His chain is true a snide 'un, lardy dah 1 lardy dah I
5nd his watch an oroide 'un^la^'^y ^^^ '
And if hair oil were abolished,

fvuia aweii would be demolisnea, ^ ._ . .. • i i„ ^«i.i

iorhis hat would not be polisheu, laiay «- -=;^^-"
For hia hat would not be polished, lardy aan

LITTLE BROWM JUd.

My wife and I Hire all ftloDe,

In a llttlo brown hut we call our own ;

She loves gin and I ioro mm—

TttU you wLat it is, don't we bate faa i

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Chokdb.

Hat ha t ha 1 'tis you and mc,
Littlu brown jug, don't I love theu !
Ha 1 ha I ha I til you and m«,
Little brown Jug, don't I love thae t

If I bad a cow that gave loch milk,

I'd dress her in the finest silk,

Feed her on the choicest bay,

And milk her twenty times a da^.— .^onM.

Til you that makes my friends my foes,
'TIS you that makes me wear old cloUies ;
But, seeing you are Uoar my nose,
" Tip her up and down she goes 1 "--Ckoru$,

When I go toiling on my farm,

Take little brown jug under my am,

Sit it under some shady tree-^

LlttU brown jug, don't I love tbee !-— CAoriM.

Then came the landlord tripping in,

Round top hat and peaked chin *,

In his hand ho carried ^ cnp,

Bays I : old follow, give us a sup I— Chorut.-

If all the folks in Adam's raco

Were put together in one place,

Then I'd prepare to drop a tear,

Before I'd part with you my dear \^Ch»ru»,

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LITTLE BARE-FOOT.

Standing where tlio bU'«k winds whiitlod

Round her umaU and frngilo forin,
Arma within torn garment h nontled,

Btanding thcr« at night and mora :
Hundrodrt pasKlnK by unhi rdlng,

'Copt to j Htlo hor a«ldo—
Thoro, with haro foot c.ld and bleeding,

81io in tonts of anguiHli cried :
u MiHtor 1 IMeago givo me a penny :

For, I'vo not got any Pa—
PlcaHo «ir, give me junt one penny,

I want to buy Bome broad for Ma I

Ciionos.

While wo bt'g for those with plenty,
And for thorn to m unknown,

VTo'll not forget our little »« bare foots,"
They are heathen« nearer home.

Hailing thus each passing stranger,

As they hurriedly went by,
Some would turn and gu«o upon her,

Pity beaming from tluar eye j
Others cast a frown upon her,

UeodiDg not tlie plrtintive cry ;
•* I must have some bread for mother,

Or with hunger she will die :
Mister 1 Please give mt) a penny j

For, I've not jiot any I*a—
Pieaso, sir, give mo j.i^t . ne pennj',

I #ant to buy some bread tor Ma I '*^Uhorut.

There, one chilly day in Winter,

Bare-foot sat upon the pave ;
Out-stretched were her little fingers,

But not pennies did she crave—
There, while begging bread for mother,

Death had chilled her little heart.
Yet each day, we see some other

Playing little Bare-fool's part ;
" Mister I Please give mc a penny ;

For, I've not got any Pa—
Please sir. ffive me lust one penny,

I want to buy some bread lor Ma I '—unoTW.

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THE LITTLE ONES AT HOME.

I am thiDking now of homo, amoug my native hills,

And though afar thro' distant landti I roam,
The mora'riea of th« past my heart with longing flllf,

To 8tiu thu (' ling Utile oneti at home.
Ah I now their tormH I Meem to aee,

Far o'er the rolling ocean' ti foam.
And hear their voiceH ringing In merry, cliildiHh gleo,

Oh, 1 long to 8ee thu little ones at home.

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Chorus.

The little ones at home, the little ones at home,

I long to Hee the little oneH at homo.
And hear their voices ringing in merry, childish glee,

Oh, I long to Hee the little ones ut home.

The moon looks mildly down, tho Sftmc as oft before,

And batheu the earth in floods of mellow light,
But its beams are not so bright upon this lonely shore,

As they seemed at home one year ago to-night,
ttadly my heart still turns to thee, .

Wherever I may chance to roam
I hear your voices ringing in merry, childish glee.

Oh, I long to hear the little ones at home. — Ghorut.

May guardian angels still their vigils o'er thee keep.

May heaven's choicest blessings on thee rest.
Till I am safely borne across the stormy deep,

And meet again with those I love the best.
Soon, soon your faces I fhall see.

Never, nevermore from thee to roam,
Soon shall I hear your voices in merry, childish glee.

Proclaim the joyous welcome, welcome home.

Chorus.
The little ones at home, the little ones at home,

1 iuug to net) Xut! ilttio Oiico B,% nouio.

Soon shall I hear your voices in merry, childish glee,
Proclaim the joyous welcome, welcome home.

LISTEN TO THE MOCKING-BIRD.

I'm dmimlng now of llally, ■wei-t Hally,

I'm (IrimmlnK now of Hally ;
t\,r the thouKht of h«r is ono that nevor <IIc'h;

Hh«'« ulooplng In tho valloy, th« vaMuy, the v.illoy,
Bho'H Mlooplng In tho valloy,

Aud tho mocking-bird I* alngiug whore sho lien.

Chords.

Liaten to tho motklng-l)ird,

Listen to tho mockingbird,
Tho mocking-bird in Ringing o'er hor grave,

Listen to tho mocking-bird,

Listen to tho mocking-bird,
Btill singing whore tho weeping willows wave.

Ah ! well I yet remember, remember, remember.

Ah ! well I yet remember,
When wo gathered in the cotton, side by side;

'Twas in the mild September, September, September,
'Twas in the mild September,

And the mocking-bird was singing far and wide.

Listen to the mocking-bird, Ac.

When the charms of Spring awaken, awaken, awaken,

When the cliarms of Spring awaken.
And the mocking-bird is singing on tho bough,

I feel like one forsaken, forsaken, forsaken,
I feel like one forsaken,

Sinne Hallv is no longer with me now.

Listen to the mockiDg-bird, &c-

UTILE SWEETHEART, COME AND KiSS ME

I if

■ I!

LlUlo «wo«the«rt, come And kbs m«,

JuHt oiico m«»ru iH'foru I go;
Tell mo truly, will you mJMN m«,

As I wnndur to luul fio ?
Let rao fool (Ijm teodor pri'MHing

Of your ruby II|>h to mine,
With y<»ur dimple liandM < aruwiing,

Ami your snowy arms entwine.

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CuoltUM.

Ah I Httlo flwootheort, come and kiHS me,
Como and whinpor, sweet and low,

That your heart will wadly migs me,
Ah I wander to and fro.

Little sweetheart, oomo and kiss me.

We may never meet again I
We nnay never roam together

Down the dear old shady lane.
Future years may hring us sorrow

That our hearts may little know,
Still of care wo should not l>orrow—

Come and kiss me ere X go.

Chohds.

Ah f little sweetheart, come and kiss mo,

Come and whisper, sweet and low,
T/ha^- v/-»iiip v>AA«iA 's;-'^ -J* • _

An I wander to and fro.
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LITTLE FOOTSTEPS.

Little fooUWp« »oft und gentlt,

Olid lug by our cottage d<K»r }
How I lovo to li<mr tht^lr tr»raple,

k% I hi'titil In dujTH of yore I
Tiny fewt that trov^lwl lightly

In thin wi'ary world of woe,
Kow Mllont Il« III yonder ohurclj-y»rd,

'Nenth tlu? dlKtniil gmve below.
Little footntopn, Holt And gi'ntle,

OlblifiK by our cottiigo <-'oor ;
IIow I lovo to bofti th;lr trnmplc,

A* I heard In day» of ^ore |

Chorus.

Little footHtepM, soft and geutU,
Gliding by our cott«H?o door ;

How l lovo to hear their tnimplc,
A» I heard in days of yorul

Bhe HlcepH Ihe Rle«p that known no waking,

liy the y olden river'H bliore,
And my heart it yearnH with Hndnesfi,

When I pang that cottage door.
Sweetly now the augel« carol

Tidings from our loved one far.
That sle still dots hover o'er uh,

And will bo our guldinp: i«tiir.
She Kleeps iho aleep tiiat knows no waking,

By the golden river'n Hhore,
And my heart It yearns with nadneHS,

When I pass that cuttoge door.— C'Aor»i«.

Utile footsteps now will journey

lu the world of siii no mure,
NcVr they'll press tbo sand-hnnks lightly,

By the golden river's shore.
Mother, weep not; faihor, grieve not ;

Try to smooth your troubh s o'er,
For I'll think of her jih Hkeping,

Not as dead, but pone Itefore.
Little footsteps now will journey

In the world ot ain no more,
Ne'er they'll prrss the sand-banks lightly,

By the golden river's shore.— C7AofiM.

'>:

LITTLE MAGQIE MAY,

ki4

The Spring had come, the flowers in blooili,

The birds sung >ut their lay,
Down by a little running brook

I first saw Maggie May.
She had a roguish jet-black eye.

Was singing all the day ;
And how I loved her, none can tell,

My little Maggio May I

Chorus.

My little witching Maggie,
Maggie singing all the day ;

Oh ! how I lov ) her, none can tell,
My little Maggie May.

Though years rolled on, yet still I loved

With heart so light and gay,
And never will this heart deceive

My own dear Maggie May.
When others thought that life was gone,

And death would take away,
Still by my side did linger one,

And that was Maggie May.— Chorus.

May heaven protect me for her sake ;

I pray, both night and day.
That I, ere long, may call her mwe,

My own dear Maggie May.
For she is all the world to me,

Although I'm far away,
I oft-times think of the running brook

And my little Maggie May.— CAortM,

THE OLD CABIN HOME.

T am going far awayi

Pai' feWay to leave you now ;
I'o de Miseissippi River i am going 5

I will take my old banjo,

And 1 11 sing dis little song
Away down in my Old Cabin Hotoe.

Chorus

Here is my Old Cabin Hojnc ;

Here is my sister and my brother ;

Here lies my wife, de joy of my life,

And my child in de grave with its mother?

I am going to leave dis land,
With dis our darkey baud,
To travel all dis wide world o'er J

And whan I get tired,
I will settle down to redrti,
Away down in my Old Cabin Home, — Chorua.

When old age comes ot

And my hair is turning gi-ay,
I will hang up de banjo oil alone,

I'll set down by de fire,

And I'll pass de time away,
Away done in my Old Calin Uomet,— Chorus.

'Tis dere where I roam,

Away down on the old farm,
Where all do darkies are free ;

Oh ! merrily sound de banjo,

For de white folks round de room,
Away down in my Old Cabin Ho»ie.— t7Aor«t

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»*'"»i»»T'mi)igiii>asi»;ii

the: old oaken euCKEf <

How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood,

When fond recollection recalls them to view ;
The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwoo*!.

And every lowed spot which my infancy knew;
The wide spreading pond, and the mill which stood by it,

The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell,
The cot of my father, the dairy- house nigh it,

And e'«n the rude bucket which hung in the well.
The old oaken bucket — the iron-bound bucket —
The moss cover 'd bucket, which hung in the well.

The moss-cover'd vessel I hailed as a treasure,

For often, r.t noon, when return'd from the field,
I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure.

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

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

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

How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it,

As poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips ;
Not a full-blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it,

Though filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips.
And now far removed from the loved situation,

The tear of regret will intrusively swell,
As fancy revisits my father's plantation.

And sigoi for the bucket which hangs in the well
The old oaken bucket— the iron-bound bucket —
The moss-cover'd backet which hangs in the well.

OLD LOG CABIN BY THE STREAM.

Oh f ihvy call m 3 Unelc Joe, I was bred and born, you know,

In a pleasant spot not far away from here ;
When I thiuk of days gone by, it almost makes me cry,

For my birthplace that I've always loved so dear,
I used to play the banjo, just beside the cabin door,

And watch the children dancing on the green ;
But them days are past and gone, and they never will return

Since I left my old log cabin by the stream.

Chorub.

Will I hear the darki***' ^otcw as 1 useu to years ago?
Yes, we're waiting to receive you, Uncle Joe ;
Oh I it seems to me a dream, bark ! liisi to the tambourine,
Oh I the sound comes from my cabin by the stream.

Oh ! I know I soon shall die, and it almost makes me crj,

When I've got to leave the spot where I was born ;
I have traveled far alone, just to see my dear old home.

But I thought that all thf> m ored folks had gone.
But now I think I'm wrong, yet I'll sing my little song,

For everything to me seems like a dream ;
When the darkies hear my voice, it will make their hearts rejoice.

For I've come to see my cabin by the stream.

Chorub.

Will I hear the darkies' voices as I used to yoarg ago?
Yi<5, we're waiting to receive you, Unole Joe ;
Oh ! it seems to me a dream, hark ! list to the tambourine
Oh I the sound comes from my cabin by the stream.

OLD FOLKS AT HOME.

'Way down tm the Swaneo Kibber,

Far, far away,
Dar's wha my heart is turning ebbcr,

Dar'8 wha the old folks stay.
All up and down de whole creation

Sadly I roam,
Still longing for de old plantation,

And for de old folks at home.

Chorus.

All de world am sad and dreary

Eb" ry where I roam ;
Oh, darKies, now my Low^i grows weary,.

Far from de old folks at home.

All round de little farm I wandered,

When I was young ;
Den many happy days I squander'd—

Many do songs 1 sung.
When I was playing wid my brudder,

Happy was I ;
Ob, take me to my kind old mudder,

Dar let me live and die. — Chorus.

One little hut among de bushes —

One dat love —
Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes,

No matter where I rove.
When will I see de hem ft-*humm4ng

All round de comb ?
When will I hear de banjo tumming

pown in my good old home ? — Chorus.

OLD WOODEN ROCKER.

there It standu In the corner, with it» biu k to the wall,

The old wooden rocker so stately and tall I

With naught to disturb it but the duster or broom,

>''or no one now uses the back parlor room.

Oh, how well I remember, in dajs long gone by,

When we stood by that rocker, my sister and I, '

And we listen'd to the stories that our grandma would tell.

By that old wooJen rocker, we all lovM so well.

Chorus.

As she sat by the fire, she would rock, rock, rock,
And we heard but the tick of the old brass clock';
Eighty years she had sat in that ch: ir, grim and tail-
In that old wooden rocker that stood by the wall.

If this chair could but speak, oh, tlio tales it could tell,
How poor, aged grandpa, in fierce battle fell ;
'Neath the stars and the stripes he fought bravely and true,
IIo cherished his freedom—the red, white and bine.
It could tell of bright days, and of dark ones, beside.
Of the day when dear grandma stood forth as a bride ;
This is why we all love it, this old chair grim and tall—
The old wooden rocker that stands by the wall.— CAorM«.

But poor grandma Is gone, and her stories are don(^

Her children have followed her, yes, on« by one •

They have all gone to meet her « in the sweet by-and-bye,"

And all that is left is dear sister and I.

Never more will we hide her gold specs or her cap ;

Never more will we tease her while taking her nap ;

Never more will she slumber in that chair, grim and tall—

The old WOndAQ rnoUf^r thn.t. ai.i\f\A 1>v 4Ka .»»1l ^l

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NELLY RAY.

I love a little couutry queen,

A village beauty rare,
With roHy cheek sand pearly teeth,

And lovely nut-brown hair;
Her waist it ia so slender,

And her feet *i^^y are •c r.mall •
Of all the girii loved '

My Nelly brav ..nail.'

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CHoaca.

Nelly Ray, Nolly Ray, charming little Nell,
Nelly Ray, Nelly Kay, cluirming little belle;
Nelly Hay, liko bird»» of May, singing all the day,
I never had a sweetheart like my charming Nelly Ray.

Her father keeps a farm house,

In a vilhi-re down in Kent,
And being on my liolidays,

'J'o Hpend them th.uo I went,
And while a-s«rolling through the fields,

As on my way 1 roamed,
That's where I met my Nelly,

As fehe drove the cattle home.— Chonu.

I took my Nelly for a walk,

Among ilie bright green grass,
And words of love I whispered,

To this youtjg country lass ;
I placed my urms around her waist,

As I sat l»y her side.
And while we wero a-talking.

She ple<lged to bo my bride.— CAoru«.

And now wu've named the happy day.

And hew happy we shall be-
No thoughts of jealousy shall enter

The minds of her or me,
But in our farm house

We'll be happy night and day,
And our lives shall pass like sunshine.

For I have the brightest ray.— CAorw.

WITHIN A MILE OF EDiNBORO' TOWN.

'Tw«8 within a mile of Edinboro' town

In the rosy time of tlio year
Sweet flowers bl.onrd, and th'o ,ra«s waa down.
And each shepherd iv„„'d his dear •
Bonney Jockty, Mythe and fray,
K's8'd8wectJcn„y,nakinghay;

The lassie blu.l, 1. and, frowning, cried,
" Na, na, it winna do ;

I canna, canna, winna, winna, munn. buckle to."

Jockey was a wag that ne'er wad wchI
Tho' lang ho had folluw'd the lass ■ '
Contented she earn'd and ate her bro'wa bread
And merrily turned up the grass.
Bonney Jockey, blithe and free,
Won her heart right merrilv.
Tot still she blush'd, and, frowning, cried,

" Na, na, it winna do ;
I catina, canna, winna, winna, munna buckle to."

But when he vowM he wad make her hi« bride,

Tho' his flocks and herds were na f ^w
She gi'ed him her hand, and a kiss beside
And vow'd she'd forever be true. '

Bonney Jockey, blythe and ftee,
Won her heart right merrily
At church she nao mair, frowning, cried,

'• Na, na, it winna do,
I canaa. canna. winna win«" ^ „

I ' •••""«, '.uuuiiti UuCtkie to.''

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Anawci' to "8<?OXCH I.AmiE XEAWi**

YOUR LASSIE WILL BE TRUE.

Though scaanow divide, and the ndountuiiiH bo wide,

I'll never once forget you far away ;
Bnt I'll treiisuro gtill the flower that you gave me one sweet houir,

When we watched the lads and laspit'S dancing gay ;
You've longed for my coming, and I've wept bitter ttars.

Your Scotch lasBio still is your own ;
fehe never will be falae, for her heart sh*) left with yoii,

Ko ! yout lassie, blue-eyed lassie will be true.

CrtoRua.

6h, laddie, my laddie far away,

Still would your darling die for you ;
She n.'vtn- will bo false, ah, no ! no matter what they say,
No! your lassie, blue-oyed lassie, will be true.

Then, love, don't forget that I think of you yet,

'Mid Scotland's bonnic hills across the sea ;
And though far away I roam, ah 1 I know there is a homo,

That is waiting there, my own, for you and mc ;
I come to you, laddie, like the bird to its nest,

For still I am praying for you ;
Of all this world so fair I am loviug you the best,

And your lassie, blue-eyed lassie, will be true.

Chorus.

Oh, laddie, my laddie far away,

Still would your darling die for you
She never will be false, ah, no I no matter what they say,
■KTr^ I vftiir Ifliiftie. blue-eved lassie, will be true.

TENTING ON THE OLD CAMP-GROUND.

We'ro tentiDg to-night on tho old camp-ground

Givu U8 a Rong to cheor
Our weary ht>artR, a song of home

And fricndu m dear I

Cbobus.

Many are the hearts that are weary to-night.

Wishing for the war to cease ;
Many are tho hearts looliing for tlio right,

To see the dawn of peace ;
Tenting to<Jght, tenting to-night,

Tenting on the old camp-ground.

We've been tenting, to-night, on the old camp-ground,

Thinking of the days gone by ;
Of the loved ones at home, that gave us the hand,

And tho tear that said, Qood-bye ! — Chorua.

\Vc uro tired of war on the old camp-ground ;

Many are dead and gone,
Of the brave and true, who've left their homes :

Others have beeu wounded long. — Chorua.

We've been fighting to-day on the old camp-grouad:
Many are lying near —

Some fire dead, and some are dying-
Many are in tears ! — '

Chorus.

Many are the hearts that are weary to-night,

Wishing for the war to cease ;
Many ure the hearts Idoking for the right,

To see tho dawn of peace :
Dying to-night, dying to-night.

Dying on the old camp-ground.

THE TURNPIKE GATE.

I am thinking of the day whtn but k little child,

I wandered o'ur tlie meaduwH to the liill
Where th« sweet flowcni grow, oud forever growing wild,

And tlie Htroam e'er Mowed by tlio mill.
But the old miii hoiitie ha« gouu to d(!cay ;

I loved it, and oo did darling Kate,
And the miller he lies Hleeping where the gentle breeacs blow,

And we played 'neath tiiu tiirnpilie gate.

Chobuh.

For the turnpike gate is the pride of my hearty

I loved it, and 8o did darling Kate ;
When ahe sits besido me now, there's a smile upon h r brow,

That reminds me of the turnpike gate.

And the old school house has gone to decay,

Where the schoolmaster heard us recite,
And those happy, happy days have faded from our view,

When our little hearts were filled with delight.
And when the school was ou^, we would wander to the spring,

Where I drew for you pictures on your slate^
And those happy childhood days they'll come again no more,

When we played on the turnpike gate.

Chorus.

For the turnpike gate is the pride of my heart ;

I loved it, and so did darling Kate ;
When she sits beside rae now, there's a smile upon her brow

That reminds mc of the turnpike gate.

Tliere's none like a Mother, if ever so poor.

In w I? T" '"'" '""' ' ^"^" ^^^^''^ l^^'He^^

Yo .7?r . "'*' ^*\'" "^" •"•*•'•*• «'«rf "«^er deceive :

1 oil o(ror to rtM. your Umvt and your hHn<l '

An.l ,nuk« i„o ilu, ,„}«(„,,« of Iumiuvh «„,1 land

I urn but H poor ^1,1, tl.o truth I will tell •

My in«»thi.r'« h wi.low, i„ yo„ cottauu doth dwHI •

She, who „ur«od n.e in Hck.M.K, with little TlVt,

^ow 1 11 ucver destrt her bccmi«e »be i»poor.

You have promimnl me gervant^ and carrlageg irav
And, p«rlmp«, to deceive mo, and lead meT.tray ^
*or some m.n they will flatter to dest^y a 3^ name
And goon ghe's reduced to a nad life of aifamf '

And hen nhen in.ulted by e«ch pagger ,yT '

While here I'm contenterl by otir own cottaire dior i
There's none like a mother, if ever go poor '

A.H K **r,"? ^'^^ ^"^ »"« ""y Maker to fear. '

And be kind to my motber-from her never part •

I I were to leave her, it wonU break her heart '

Still, if we were to marry, I ghould lead a gad life.

When your friendg, that are rich, knew you'd got a poor wife *

I a net leave my mother, allho' she is poor. '

rd wiiur^? ^r' '^"**' T"*' ''^^^^ ^ command,
1 n7 .1?'^ ^^""^ y^" ™y ***^»''' *nd my hand.
And soothe every sorrow, dispel every care

For there's truth in your fiico-I believe you're sincere

wi'woXatr^';^' "^r "^' "^^ ^'^' tKonLX
we would all live together in peace and content

Wnr ?i."'^.P^'' *«^?** '"^^^'^^ «*^o"^d »o''ow no more,
For there's none like a mother, be -Hp. h^h .^.r^W

|-'\^VAi

TELL ME WHERE MY EViS GONE ?

I had ft «Ini«ni, ft hftppy drenitt :

I flrijftmt thttt I wft* frefl,
Jknd in my own dcur (ax off diaUiit houo,

I liv'd HO fancy fre«.

HOLO.

Kva, KvR, tell mo whoro my Kva's gone j
8bu has left mo horo to High and to mourn |
Cant you toll mo where my Evas gone I

CHORnB.

Eva, Eva, tell mo where my Eva's gone j
She has left mo hero to High and to mourn |
Can't you toll mo whoro my Eva's gone l

And in this that soomod a happy dream,

I WR8 BO proud and brare,
And when 1 woke and found 'twas but a dream,

I found myHolf a hUvo.

Eva, Evft, toll mo where my Eva^i, Ac.

I long to dream that happy dream again }

To 800 my home ho fair ;
For now I roam where all is sad and drear,

And life is full of care.

Eva, Eva, tell me where my £▼•'■, *Q.

6WEET BELLE MAHOI«.

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Boon boyomf ihi> hirlnir Imr
ShiiII my tmrk Iwj r^iUIIng far;
O'er i\u' world I woiuU-r h»ri«,

O'er thy grnvi^ I woep gt^.hfe-^
How; oh, heiir nijr pUinUva crj |
Hi^«»«t Bullu Mabone.

Sweet Holle Mahotte,
Sweet IWIIo Mahone;

Wait for me at heavon'u i^Ate,
Sweet Bcilo Mahoue.

Lonely like n withered tree,
What iH all the world to me T
Light and life were all In (hoe,

Sweet Belle Mahone I
DalHiiH pale are growing o'er
A U my heart can e'er adore ;
Shall I meet thee, ever more,

Sweet Belle Mahone l—Chonu.

Calmly, sweetly, slumber on,
(Only one I call my own I)
While In tears I wander lone,

Sweet Belle Mahone.
Faded now seems everything
But when comes eternal Spring,
With thee I'll be wandering,

Sweet Belle Mahone— CAortt«.

THE ROCKY ROAD TO DUBLIN.

In the mevry month of June, when first from home I Btarted,
And left the girls alone, sad and broken-hearted.
Shook hands with father dour, kiHsedmy darliufr mother,
Drank a pint of beer, my grief and tears to smother;
Then, off ' o reap the corn, and leave whore I wiw bom,

I cut a Ptout blackthorn to banish ghost or goblin :
With a pair of bran new brognos I rattled o'er the bojn—

Sure I frightened all the dogs on the rooky ro%d to Dublin.

Chorus.

For it i." the rocky roatl, here's the road to Dublin ;
Here'd thu rocky road, now fire away to Dublin t

The steam-coach was at hand, the driver Raid he'd cheap ones,
But, sure, the luggnge van w:»s too much for ha',)encf.
For England I was bound, it would never do to baulk it ;
For every step of the n)ad, bedad ! savs I, I'll walk it !
I did not sigh or moan, until I saw Athlone,

A pain in my shin bone, it sot my heart a bnbbling;
And fearing the big cannon, looking o'er the Shannon,

I very quickly ran on the rooky road to Dublin.

For it is the rocky roadi here's the rocky road, «bo.

In Dublin I arrived ; I thought it was a pity,
To bo so soon deprived of a view of that fine city.
'Twus then [ tooK a stroll, all among the quality,
My bundle then \vas stole in a neat locality.
Something crossed my mind, thinks I: I'll look behind,

No bundle could I find upon my stick a wobbling.
Inquiring for the rogu •, they said my Connaught brogue
It wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.

For it is the rocky road, here's'tho road, Ac.

A coachman raised his hand, as if myself was wanting;
I went up to a stand, full of cars for jaunting.
Step up, my boy ! says ho ; ah, nh 1 that I will with pleasure;
And to the stra\\ berry beds I'll drive you at your leisure.
A strawberry bed 1 says I, faith I that would bo too high.

On ono of straw I'll lie, and the berries won't be troubling.
He drove me out a^i far, upon an outside car ;

Faith I such jolting never wor on the rocky rood to Dublin I

For it is the rooky road, here's the road, Ao.

I soon got out of that, my spirits never failing,
I landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing.
The captain at me roared, said that no room ha<l he.

gut when I leaped oa board, they a cabin found for Paddy,
own a^nong the pigs, I played such rummy rips.
Danced S(mio hearty jigs with the waters round mo bubbling.
But when off Holyhead, I wished that I was de id,
Or safely put in bed, on the rocky road to Dublin.

For it is the rooky road, hor^ j the road, Ao>

The boys in Liverpool . when on the dock I landed,
Called myself a fool, I could no longer stand it;
My blood becan to boil, my temper I was losing.
And poor old Erin's Islr they all began abusing.
Hurrah I my boys, says I, my shillelah I let fly ;
^ Some Galway boys were by, Ihoy saw I was a hobble in;

4 Then, with a loud hurrah 1 they joined me in the fray ;

Faugh-a-ballagh I clear the way for the 'ky road to Dublin I

For it is tho rocky road, here's the road, Ae.

ROLL ON 8ILVEH MOOM

An I strayed from my cot at the cloBe of the day,

About the beginning of June
' Neath a jessamine shade, I espied a fair maid.

And she sadly complained to the moon.
Roll on, silver moon, guidu the traveller's way,

When the nightingale's song is in tune,
But never, nnver more with my lover I'll stray.
By thy sweet silver light, bonny moon.

Roll on, silver moon, guide the, &c.
As the hai-t on the mountain my love was brave

So handsome, so manly, and clever •
So kind and sincere, and he loved me so dear,

Oh, Edwin, thy equal was never.
But now he is deid, and gone to death's bod.

He's cut down like a rose in full bloom ;
He's fallen asleep, and poor Jane's left to weep, '
By the sweet silver light of the moon.

Roll on, silver moom, guide the, kt.
But his grave I'll seek out until morning appears,

And weep for my lover so brave,
I'll embrace the cold turf and wash with my tears

The flowers that bloom o'er his gmve.
But never again shall my bosom tnow joy,

With my Edwin I hope to be sooa ;
Lovers shall weep o'er the grave where we sleep.
By thy sweet silver light, bonny moon.

Roll on, silver moon, guide the, W
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k6M or KILLARNEY.

Oh t promise to meet me when twilight is falling:

Beside the bright waters that slumber so fair ;.
Each bird ia the meadow your name will be calling;.

Ana every sweet rosebud will look for you there.
It's morning and evening for you I am sighing ;

The heart in my bosom is yours evermore ;
I'll watch for you darling, when daylight is dying,

Sweet rose of Killarney, Mavourneen Asthore.

My heart is a nest that is robbed and forsaLen,

When gone from my sight is the girl that I love ;
One word from your lips can my gladness awaken-—

Your smile is the smile of the angels above.
Then meet me at twilight beside the bright waters ;

The love that I have told you I'd whisper once more ;
Oh 1 Sweetest and fairest of Erin's fair daughters,

Dear rose of Killarney, Mavourneen Asthore,

RED, WHITE AND BLUE,

Columbia, tho gom of the ocean,

The home of the brave and the free,
The shrine of each patriot's devotion,

A world offers homage to thee.
Vhy mandates make heroes iwsemble,

When liberty's form meets their view,
Thy banners make tyrants tremble,

When borne hy the Red, White and Blue.

Chorus,

When borne by the Red, White and Blue,
When borne by the Red, White and Blue ;

Thy banners make tyrants tremble.
When borne by the Red, White and Blue.

When war waged its wide desolation,

And threatened our land to deform,
The ark then of freedom's foundation,

Columbia, rode safe through the storm.
With her garland of victory o'er her.

When so proudly she bore her bold crew.
With her flag floating proudly before her.

The boast of the Red, White and Blue.

When borne by the Red, <fcc.

The wiiie cup, the wine cup bring hither,

And fill you it up to the brim ;
May the wreath they have won never wither,

Nor the star of their glory grow dim I
May the service united ne'er sever.

And hold to the colors so true I
The Army and Navy for ever !

Three cheers for the Red, White and Blue.

Whfln ytrtrrtiik 1^

POOR OLD NED.

T once knew a darkey, hh name wa« Uncle Ned ;

Oh ! he died long ago, long ago ;
He Lad no hair on the top of hia head—

De place whtro de wool ought to grow.

Chordb.

Lay down do Bhovel and de hoe,

Hang up de fid<tle and d« bow •

For dere'8 no more work for poor Old Ned j

He's gone where do good darkies go.

His fingers were long, like the cane in de brake,

And he had no eyes for to aee ;
He had no teeth for to eat de hoe cake,

So he had to let de hoe cake be.

Chords.

Lay down de shovel and de hoe,

Hang up do fiddle and do bow ;

For dere's no more work for poor Old Ned }

He's gone where the good darkies go.

One cold frosty morning old Ned died,

Oh I do tears down massa's face ran like rain.

For he knew, wh.n Ned was laid in de ground,
He'd never see his like again.'

Chorus.

Lay down de shovel and the hoe,
Hang up de fiddle and de bow ;
For dere's no more work for poor old Ned,
He's gone where de good darkies go.

W»LL YOU LOVE ME WHEN I'M OLD ?

i^Jmtg,v«H,noD,«nyHl,.n,(ftche

It li ♦hV'*'*?'"^''' ^«^« i^i-ovvH cold .
Will you love me when I'm old?

CHonus.

'lyoujl lovo mo when Cm old.

Down tho stream of Jif„ togcfher
We are sailing side by side '

Hoping son.0 bright d«V to a'nchor
Safe beyond tho surginir tlX

And L .» "'*'" "»»' "»'"1« «nfold

aZ'1 ^V^ '""^ ■"« when I'm oJd ?
Wi ViT' "-"^ gather "undL
Will you love mo when rm old"!LCT„™.

;p.^;'4rsr.\tmte?;r''''-''

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Worth"*'"'" "' J-"" "promise,

Th.ty„„,Uovemewhtrmold.-CTe™..
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WAIT FOR THE TURN OF THE TIDE.

In sailing along the river of life,

Over its waters wide, , .-

We all have to battle with trouble and Btnfe^

And wait for the turn of the tide.
Men of each other are prone to be jealous,

Hopes are illusions, and npt what they seem ;
Life and its pleai^ures, philosophers tell us,

Go floating away like a leaf on the stream.

Chorus.

*rhen try to be happy and gay, my boys,

Remember the world is wide.
And Rome wasn't built in a day, my boys,

So wait for the turn of the tide.

Why people sit fretting their lives away,

I can't for a moment surmise,
If «<life is a lottery," as the^ say—

We cannot all turn up n prize.
A folly it is to be sad and dejected—

If fortune shows favors, she's fickle besiae,
And may knock at your door some fine day unexpected,

If you patiently wait for the turn of the tide.

Then try to be happy and gay, &c.

Man is sent into the worW, we are told,

To do all the good that he can,
Yet how many worship the chink of the gold,

And never once think of the man.
If you are poor, from your friends keep a distance,

Hold up your head, tho' your funds are but small,
Once let the world know you need its assistance,

Be sure then you will never get it at all 2

Then try to be happy and gay, ta

WHISPEB SOFTLY, WOTHERS Oms

WhUpor «oftly, ni„(h„r'« d»in«

M.,"''"''"'"""" "he'll leaven,
Mother, ela.p „. ,« ,„„,. , "^^ "»-

When you «,„g ,.„„,, ,b„j,^;^^

Chori;3.
Whisper softly, mother'. dyW

angels wait („ !,„., h„ ^^^
To her homo b,y„„d tte sl^ie,.
Whisper «„f„y, „„t,,^.^,^

hoou we'll mi«H the truest loU
^nd we'll „iss the voice so 1 Wug

Mo^r "1"^'"' '^ «»"" "hove '
Mother, ask the shining angels
Ask the„ if y„„ ,.„^„^ «^^«-

When they've taken you awLy,

Whisper softly, mother's dying, 4c

Whisper softly, mother's dying.
And She'll tell us not tow^.

xirth:::--:-

Ba-n« mother, g^.erfrC-''-
Be w,fh us from day to day • '

Mother dear has passed away.

WHEN MY SHIP COMES IN.

BUNO BY MIM ADKLAIDI KlILflSOM.

When the little hirdB Iwgin to sin/'

And the ailv'ry notes from thmx yellkM vatData
Make the valltys and the woodlands ring

With their music soft and sweet,
I love to wander down bosido tlio sea,

In the twilight's rays so dim,
And I watch each night by the moon's palo lights

For I'm waiting till my ship comes in.

Chorus.

When the little birds begin to sing,

And the Kilv'ry notes from their yellow throats
Make the valleys and the wootilauds ring,

Then I'm wailing till my ship comes in.

Oh, my lovo has gone across the sea.

For he sailed away on a Summer's day.
And he took my loving heart from me.

With his uniform so brii^'ht.
He sailed awny with heart so light and gay,

In a ship bo neat and trim,
And no joy I'll see till he comes back to me,
So I'm waiting till my ship comes in.

When the little birds begin to sing, &c.

Oh, they say he'll be a captain b«":t,

And will have command of a ship so grand,
But I'm waiting, too, for something more

When my love comes back to me.
For t' en I shall be dearer far to him

Than the rank he strove to win,
And my heart beats light as I watch to-night.

For I'm waiting till my ship comes in.

When the little birds begin to simg, Ac.

"'''T TILL THE CLOUDS ROU By.

•'•"-r, my own tru, lo.ed on.

!'"• Kxius: far f,«a „,„„_
0'" on the |,.,„oding billowy

O'lt on th« dark blue m. •

There .h.n tbe .torm i« r.g, ' ...

'-7. m. own true Wed one *'

»••" «ll .he cloud, .^„ by.

Chords.

"''"* till <he cloud, roll by ■

'"y """ ""' *"" 'o^^l one!
W^"" "II the cloud, roll by.

J"«y, when far from thee. 10.,,
I "> on the ocean deep,

Wmm then dream of me, love,
W'll you your promise keep ?

^;t;'"^«""<'*''^°".^arli„,,

Take courage, dear, and never sigh
GWnes, will fo,i„„ ^^^ «"'

"-> -i^ vac cioads roll by_(7^^,
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WHOA, EMMA I

fUNQ BY TONT PASTOR.

I don't mind tolling you
I took my K'rl t<> Kiw,

And Kinnm wiw the d.tmiiK ciettturu rt nimao.
While BtaiidinK on the plc-r,
Boine chapH at her did leer,

And ony uud all around bor did oxclalm :

CHoiiua.

Whoa, Emma! Whoa, Emma I \

Emma, you put mo in ([ultu a dilemma !
Oh, Emma! Whoa', Emma!

That'll} what I hoanl from Putney to kcw.

I linked them '^ what tl»cy meant ? "
When Bomo one at mo Bcui

All t^'g which nearly struck me in the eye ;
The girl began to Bcream,
Saying, " Fred, what do<!H thid mean ?

I asked again and this was their reply:

Whoa, Emma! «c.

I thought they'd never cease.
So shouted out " Police ! "

And when ho came ho looked at mo 80 sly.
The crowd they then mu chatYed,
And said I must be daft ! "

And once again they all commenced to cry :

Whoa, Emma: «c

An old man said to mo

Young man, can't you see

The joke," and I looked at him with surprise.

He said, Don't be put out.

It's a saying got about," ^ ., , ,

And then their voices seemed to rend the skies :
^ Whoa, Emma 1 ko

WWTE I LETTER TO My MOTHER.

'^"^M I.V ■. ,«H,M.. ..w,^ ,y „

P. WAACa,

(C.

Rtlw mo In yonr ftrnm, n.y brother
I Am weary fi.i„t, a^cj dying -'
1 romctnlHr, you, n,y i,,oth«r

IIH well^'tia wdl tliat thun we part

CHORua.

ihathuj.,.n«hed / his brother.
Not a word of that be nnid.

*'ather.« fighting for the Union, «
I II soon bo numJH.red with the dcHd.

Write a letter to my mother, Ac.

r>o you ever think of m<4her
^n our home within the glen.

OhIwSr^^"*^*^'-^^'-«^'Wren?
Rrnf J t"^'^ ^°" ««« **^»t home again ?

^"■'i ^"^ «"^«'J^ dying ;

Koep the secret, for tig one

If «he but know what you have done.

Wrifo a l,.i.A-.

>••"' i\J Ut

y tuoiher, ftc.