1&*j s 1155 *» a > > * Behind the Scenes. I I Sung by Ned Bakry When but a little boy, it really was my joy sit the theatre, I'll admit, f) When lc fl To vi Si How happy I would be, the performances to see '_ While seated in the gallery or pit, \J 1 thought that all was real that the curtain did Q Yi reveal. (\ / But since then I've grown beyond my teens; / I begin to understand that in point it's very %) Q grand ; Cf X But it's very different just behind the scenes. f\ \{ So if you'll attend for a moment my dear friends, n U I'll try the very best within my humble means if \) To prove to you to-night that in point it may (J f\ look bright, Q X But its very different just behind the scenes. / l\ The comedian is one, while causing lots of fun :Q # His heart may yet hang heav}' in his breast,'; y And the man that plays the king (it seems a J (J curious thing) F\ In private may be very poorly dressed, ;» And the ladies too, so fair, go floating thro' jf the air, JT i) And look like little angels there, instead u () May often have to roam into a wretched home (J f\ And sometimes go supperless to bed. r\ V» While he who pla3 T sthe part of the man with r. If the stung heart, W And makes you think his temper is like fiends, \J (J Could you see him when away you'd very likely Q ff say, [scenes. A v He's the mildest looking man behind the V< ft It's just the same in life; what lots of care and f, strife _ \l And suffering some people undergo, [fine, li For just to cut a shine and make themselves look £j They think of nothing else but outside show. They fancy and suppose that those who wear fine clothes, Are the richest, the wisest and the best. But an honest heart and mind is respected most i you'll find, r\ No matter whether rich or poorly dressed, jf There are many that you know who have caused U themselves much woe, (J Bj trying hard to live beyond their means. f\ Although they wear a smile, yet really all the /( while, [the scenes. / They are really very wretched just behind (j There's many a married pair, no doubt you are if aware, \) Q Who in public look so loving and so kind, r\ Could you see them when away in homelike j a privacy, k JJ A very different state of things you'd find. y (j Sometimes it is the wife who causes all the swife, Q I Sometimes it is the husband who's to^blame. Q Let that be as it may, whoever makes the fray, /. They're sure to quarrel sometimes, all the CJ same, [besides. (J Although they try to hide from all the world f\ The snarls and growls of which their house- M hold teems ; [dear, J And often when you hear them call each other (J They'd bite each other's noses just behind the (\ scenes. / PUPLI8HED AND SOLD WHOLESALE AND RETAIL BT BELL &. COMPANY, General Publishers of Songs and Ballads, Booksellers, Stationers and Periodical Agents No. 639 Kearny Street, - - San Francisco J } CHAMPAGNE CHARLIE, : OR : Moet and Shandon. » Suns' toy "Vivian. » . » What care I if the world's turn'd round, No, let it turn and turn again, No matter if its up-side-down, It still produces good Chmpagne. Never care I how the times may go, Oh! I oh! oh! I oh!, Moet and Shandon still drowns all woe, Oh! I oh I oh!. Champagne Charlie was my name, Champagne drinking gained my fame, So as of old when on the spree, Moet and Shandon's the wine for me. The people may of Paris talk, And call that city fine and gay, Whene'er I visit La Belle France, Esparnay's where I make my stay, Down on the banks where the streamleto flow. Oh! I oh! oh! I oh!, Purple and gold do the grape-vines grow. Oh! I oh! I oh!. Champagne Charlie, Ac, White wines are pale, and have no taste, The red, indeed, have too much hue, Moselle in pleasing often fails, Still Hock's too slow, and suits but few; Burgundy, Sherry, Greek wines, Bordeaux, Oh! I oh[ oh! I oh!, Like Port from Spain, do but taste so, so, Oh!Ioh!Ioh!. Champagne Charlie, 4c. Champagne's the wine for giving toasts, Let husbands pledge their buxom wives, Whilst lovers drink to sweethearts true, And bachelors to married lives; They'll not keep single for long, I know, Oh! I oh! oh I oh!, Bach'lors by "Cham" will be turn'd to beaux, Oh! I oh! 1 oh!. Champagne Charlie, Ac. So come, who'll join my jolly crowd? At midnight we'll commence the spreCj Hurrah for "Cham" we'll shout aloud, And laugh, and chaff, and sing with glee; Topping of corks shall let people know, Obi I oh! oh! I oh!, "Cham" does as freely as water now, Oh! I oh! I oh!. Champagne Charlie, Ac - Published and Sold Wholesale and Retail by -W3M- COHEN - , SAN FRANCISCO NEWS COMPANY No. 912 Kearny Street, SAN FRANCISCCJ. • CALHOUN 3 Massa's gone to town de news to hear And he has left the overseer To look over all de niggers here, While I make love to Sally ! She's such a bell, A real dark swell ; She dress so slick, and look so well ! Dar's not a gal like Sally. Chorus. Sally, come up ! oh, Sally go down Sally, come twist your heel around De old man he's gone down to town- Oh, Sally, come down de middle ! Last Monday night I gave a ball, And I invite de niggers all : De thick, de thin, de short, de tall ; But none came up to Sally ! And, at de ball, She did lick them all ; Black Sal was de fairest gal ob all — My hibly, charming Sally ! Sally, come up ! &c. De riddle was play'd by Pompey Jones, Uncle Ned he shook de bones, Joe play'd on de pine-stick stones ; — But dey couldn't play up to Sally ! Ole Dan Roe Play'd the ole banjo, Ginger Blue do big drum blew — But ho couldn't blow like Sally. Sally*, come up ! &c. Dar was dat lubly gal Miss Fan, Wid a fy.ee as broad as a frying-pan ; • But Sally's is as broad again — Dar's not a face like Sally's ! She's got a foot To Oil out de boot, So broad, so lon6, as a gum-tree root, Such a foot has Sally ! Sally, come up ! &e. Sally can dance, Sally can sing, De cat-choke reel, and breakdown fling; j To get de niggers in' a string, Dar's not a gal like Sally I Tom, Sam, and Ned Oft wish me dead ; To dem both all tree I said : Don' t you wish you may get my Sally? « SaMy, come up ! &c. Sally has got a lubly nose, Flat across her face it grows ; It sounds like tunder when it blows, Such a lubly nose has Sally ! She can smell a rat, So mind what you're at: It's rader sharp, although it's flat, Is de lubly nose ob Sally ! Sally, come up ! &c. Do odor night I said to her : I'll hab you, if you'll hab me. All right, says she, I do agree, So I smash up wid Sally. She's rader dark, But quite up to de mark ; Neber was such a gal for a lark, Such a clipper gal was Sally ! Sally, come up ! &c. _^ • Published by T. C. BOYD, 228 Montgomery Street, opposite the; Russ House, San Francisco. 10,000 Songs for sale. ! ' Boyd's Circulating Library — Terms, 50 cents or the first book, 10 ( cts. afterwards. T. C. Boyd, Designer and Engraver on Wood. { 1 THE YALLER GAL THAT WINKED AT ME! As sung by ASHCROFT, Published by T. C. Boyd, '304 Montgomery St., near Pine. Your attention I ask for a while To a song I'm going to sing you — It'j about a pretty yaller gal I met while walking, And she threw such a glance at roe — She was pretty and as sweet as a flower — Such clothes you never did see — She'd a darling little bonnet with a flower-garden on it, Had the yaller gal that winked at me. Chords,— Oh, my ! she looked so sweet And she dressed so neat, With her tilting hoops and pretty little feet, As she went skipping along: I Pretty little yaller gal, 1 met while I was walking. And she threw such a glance at me, .As she skipped across the gutter, My heart went in a flutter, For the yaller gal that winked at me. I immediately asked her her name, And she said it was Lucinda, She said I was a stunner, and for life that I had won her. And married we should be; So I dress'd up and I'd walk by her house. Ever? afternoon, about three — And I'd glance up at the window, for to see my dear Lucinda — She's the yaller gal that winked at me. Chords — Oh ! you should have seen her, on her wedding day — She was handsome as a Venus — When the Parson made us one — ah! then the thing was done. And I never felt so happy in my life ; So, I've bought -a little place out of town — If you go by, stop in and see — You'll be ,welcom'd by a wife that's dear to me as life — She's the yaller gal that winked at me. Chorus — Published by T. G. BOYD, 304 Montgomery Street, near Pine, San Francisco. 10,000 Songs for sale [Boyd's Novel Exchange — Terms, 10 Tickets for 50 making the cost of reading 5 cts. a Novel. T. C. Boyd, Designer and EDgravar on W 1,000 *>'ay§ for »»le. THE DOONY I AIR, Wlirti Johnny come- Marching home. U Sungjjy MAT KKI.I.V. Entered according to &Q| of Congress, Published by T. 0. BOYD, Cor. Montgomery & Pine sts. There came a man from Loudon Town — hurrah, hurrah ! A pugilist of great renown — hurrah, hurrah! Chief of light weights h« claimed to lie. Till he met little Tommy of Calif or n i. Chorus — Ami we'll all feel gay when he goes marching home. When Dooney entered in the ring — hurrah, hurrah ! He danced about like a harlequin — hurrah, hurrah ! But Tommy says he, with a wink and a smile. •'I'll cure you of Dancing after a while.'' At the very first round, this bragging Mull — hurrah, hurrah ! Began to think his hands were full — hurrah, hurrah 1 As Tommy let fly into Dooney's rigbl eye A very deep gash that made him quite shy. Ah Dooney you came here for the belt — hurrah, hurrah ! And one you got 'twas made of felt — hurrah, hurrah ! When Tommy launched you a clip on the bill, 'That's one" says he "for the boys ou the hill." Says Chandler, now I'll bring in my right — hurrah, hurrah! And quickly I'll end this fight — hurrah, hurrah ! And the punishment fell so thick and fast That Dooney thought this light was his last. On round the twenty-third ami last — hurrah, hurrah ! Poor Dooney, he was failing fast — hurrah, hurrah! For the boy sent out a terrible lunge Which broke his jaw and they threw up the sponge. Poor Dooney you'll no more Harass — Hurrah, hurrah By Bplurgen round wid cheek and brass —hurrah, hm California's pel, has won the game, And yon have lost your money and fame. 'Published by T. (J. liU V I>, Montgomery Street, corncrV' Pinn,i| San FrancLco. 10,000 Songs for sale. 3| Boyd's NOVEL Exchange — Ten»», 10 Tickets for 50 cents, makirrj Y% the cost of rending 5 cts. a Novel. £«| T. C. liovd, Designer and Engraver on Wood. sale. c- AIR: "Hurrah for Harry Clay." We aro coming, Kather Abraaui. three haudred thousand more, From Mississippi's winding stream and from New England a shore: We leave our ploughs and workshops, our wives and children dear. With hearts too full for utterance, with but a silent tear ; We dare not look behind us, but steadfastly be- fore — We are coining, Kather Abraam— three hundred thousand more! — ^Repeat. If you look across the hill-tops that meet the north- ern sky. Long moving lines of rising dust your vision may descry: And now the wind, an instant, tears the cloudy veil aside. And floats aloft our spangled flag in glory and in pride ; And bayonets iu the sunlight gleam, and bands brave music hour — We arc coining. Father Abraain— three hundred thousand more! If you look all up our valleys, where the growing harvests shine. You may see our sturdy farmer-boys fast forming into line: And children from their mothor's knees are pulling at the weeds. And learning how to reap and sow. against their oountry's needs: And a farewell group stands weeping at every cot- tage door— We are coming. Father Abraam — three hundred thousand more! You have called us, and we're coming, by Rich- mond's bloody tide, To lay us down for Freedom's sake, our brother's bones beside: Or from foul treason's savage grasp to wrench the murderous blade. And in the face of foreign foes its fragments to pa- rade. Six hundred thousand loyal men and true have gone before — We are coming. Father Abraam— three hundred thousand more! Published by r. C. BOYD, 228 MONTGrOMBar STREET, Opposite the Ruas House. 10,000 SONGS FOR SALE. ^g^iWIIMIlniiniingi GRAFTED INTO THE ARMY. Sung by WALTKK BRAY, TALBOT, Ac. Our Jimmy has gone for to live in a tent, They have grafted him into the army ; lie finally puckered up courage and went, When they grafted him into the army. I told them the child was too young, alas! At the captain's forequarters they said he would pass, They'd train him up well in the infantry class. So they grafted him into the army. Chorus — Oh, Jimmy, farewell ! your brother's fell, 'Way down in Alabarmy ; I thought they would spare a lone widdcr's heir, But they grafted him into the army. Lhvst up in his unicorn, dear little chap, They have grafted him into the army ; It seems but a day since he sot in my lap, But they grafted him into the army. And these are the trousies he used to wear, Them very same buttons, the patch, and the tear, But Uncle Sam gave him a bran new pair, When they grafted him into the army. Now in my provisions I see him revealed, The_y have grafted him into the army ; A picket Vside the contented field, They have grafted him into the army. He looks kinder sickish — begins to cry, A big volunteer standing right in his eye Oh, what if the ducky should up and die, Now they've grafted him into the army* (Published by T. C. BOYD, Montgomery Street, corner of Pino, San Francisco. 10,000 Songs for sale. •'Boyd's Circulating Library — Terms, 50 cents for the first book, 10 ' sts. afterwards. T. C. Boyd, Designer and Engraver on Wood. ; 2.000 Piavs for Sale. The Beecher Scandal! SUNG BY DICK BKOWV The Beecher scandal's all the rage, And full of jolly fun, It's the sensation of the age, A joke for every one ; And every tongue is wagging fast, To keep it fresh and new, It's Tilton-Beecher first and last And Mrs. Tillon too. Now Beecher's guilty, one will say, Another will deny, A third will bet you anyway The whole concern's a lie ; A fourth a tale will tell to you, About a straying lamb, And Mrs. Tilton was the sheep And Beecher was the ram. >. The row is spreading far and wit course, it is a shepherd's creed « To tend his loving flock ; And Mrs. Tilton's wants were preaa • And what could Beecher do, Hut take her to his manly breast And kindly put her through. i J'ut Tilton in his little bed, ]jH\ Woodhull by his side, .Stand Mrs. Tilton on her head And let poor Beecher slide ; For if he is a he old Ram, r TWas nature made him so, Then let him tend his tender lambs, He's on it, boys, you know. »ao^O'ac>^croc>a(^ooo i ^Qa i a(7ao'y Mary Ann a skipping the Tra- la-la-loo. Chorus.- — Since Mary Ann, etc. Bad luck to moonlight pic-nics, they have ruined Mary Ann, Since first she learned to pivot with young Terry and his gang; But if I find her there again I'll beat her black and blue — She's gone to the divil intirely since she learned the Tra-la-la-loo. Chorus. — Since Mary Ann, etc. Published and sold, wholesale and retail, by BELL & COMPANY, General Publishers of Sengs and Ballads, Booksellers, Stationers and Periodical Agents, No. 639 Kearny Street, - San Francisco, ! ■A OOO'OOWfoO'POO'g* (0 FIRST SHE WOULD AND THEN SHE WOULDN'T, OR, O YOU NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY MAN ! As Sung by Hughey Robinson at Buckley's Varieties. To an evening party once I went. And I met such a nice young girl ; Dress'd, O so fine, and smother'd in scent, My head soon felt in a whirl ; I asked her if she'd dance with me, She gave a languishing smile, She wouldn't say " No," she didn't say "Yes," She'd quite a peculiar style. Chorus — First she would, and then she wouldn't, Then she smiled, and said " she couldn't," Then she said, " Oh my, you shouldn't, O you naughty, naughty man !" I sat down by the fair one's side, And handed her wine and cake ; I told her what I'd do and dare, For such a darling's sake. She hung her head, and smiled, and giggled, Her giggle to me was bliss ; And when we parted on that night, I tried to steal a kiss. — Chorus. I often met her after that, And I'd take her here and there, And every time I got a chance, My passion I'd declare. I've yuhmI to be true on the top of St. Paul's On the Underground Rail, Richmond Hill, At last I said, "if she wouldn't wed, By jingo, myself I'd kill." — Chorus. 1 thought it was " right," and so I had The banns put up " on spec," And sent my love a " sweet silk dress," Her darling self to deck. Upon the wedding morn I called, My intended bride to find, Not dressed at all, and worst of all, She'd not made up her mind. Spoken — She said she thought — Chorus — At first she would, and then she wouldn't, And then, somehow, she thought she couldn't, And then she said, " I really shouldn't, And I was a naughty, naughty man." Well, after that, we married were, And we're pretty jolly at home ; To one thing, though, my wife objects, That's when I wish to roam. She says that " home's the proper place For all good married men, If T trot out at night I have To be in bed by ten. Spoken — As for letting me have the latch-key — Chorus — Once she would, but now she wouldn't, I say " she could," she says "she couldn't," She says, " what's more, she's sure she shouldn't," And I'm a naughty, naughty man. ♦ ♦-♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦+ ♦♦■*-■•-♦♦♦-♦♦"♦"♦-♦ PuMlshoO ami Sold, Wholesale and Ketall by BELL & COMPANY, GENERAL PUBLISHERS OF SONCS AND BALLADS, Booksellers, Stationers and Periodical Agents, No. 639 Kearny Street, San Francisco. MISS ELLA WESNER'S GREAT CHARACTER SONG, Oh I Nicodemus Sung by Miss ELLA WESNER, at the Alhambra. My lover he's going to sea, Oh ! Nicodenius, He's going away and leaving me, To watch the little fishes, swimming in the sea ; But he'll soon wish for home, and to be back with me, The ship will heave to, Nicodemus ! . And so wretched you will be, so wretched you will be ; Chorus. (Spoken) So she said — Oh Nicodemus ! Nicodemus ! don't you go away ? I've loved you Nicodemus and I've loved you many a day, I've loved you in your plain attire, your lovely fustian coat, Dont leave me Nicodemus, for that boiler busting boat. (Spoken.) And again she began to sing — Salt water, you know, is very wet, Oh, Nicodemus! You know you are my only pet, And your absence will cause me to fume and fret; They will feed you on salt junk and nasty soft boiled peas, Think of this well : Nicodemus ! Ere you cross those watery seas, those windy wa- tery seas ; So she said, &c. And she also said — Of pumpkins boiled you'll get no more, Oh, Nicodemus! Convince yourself of this before, You can't run away there's no back door ; Eeef the anchor, Nicodemus, the Captain he will say, You'll have to hold on by your eyebrows; Or youTl be blown away, straight down to Botany Bay: So she said, &c. This is what he said — Its no use you talking to me; said Nicodemus ! For I intend a going out to sea, Out to China for Souchong and Lingo Tea. That's a profitable cargo, in fact you can't get better, Direct from Hong Kong, Australia. When you send to me a letter, you send to me a letter. And she began a yelping, Oh, Nicodemus, &c. Published and sold Wholesale and Retail, by BELL & COMPANY, General Publishers of Songs and Ballads ; Booksellers, Stationers and Periodical Agents, No. 639 Kearny Street, San Francisco. Harrison. Printer t^s Song, 1878. As sung by Ned Barry, at Buckley's Varieties. Now order, gentlemen if you please, And listen to my ditty; I sing about the year that's gone, Oh, isn't it a pity, That we get older every day. Ain't we poor devils luckless? Yet still in seventy-six, I hope To see you all at Buckley's CHORUS. Here we go, time is always on the wing, The3 T all say so. There was in Eighteen seventy-five In Mining Stocks a panic, The brokers rushed around like mad, Like demons quite satanic, And holders of the "Ophir" stock Had looks so pale and blank, sirs, Despair seized men with money in The California Bank sirs. Look at the noble buildings On all our streets are standing, Nevada Block, Deposit Bank And Oakland boat New Landing. With Lotta's Fount on Market street, Our love for her is zealous. We had a large Mechanics' Fair, And boys , we've built the Palace. In Ralston's death we lost a man, While living we loved dearly, His useful life is over now, We mourn his loss sincerely. There are many others dead that I Might mention in this ditty. We also lost in death, the Mayor Of San Francisco City. Mishaps by sea, and death by land The year has been prolific, I scarcely need remind you of The loss of the Pacific The fire in Virginia too Should be to us a warning To keep the water handy, boys, And save our homes from burning Now, Eighteen hundred and seventy six Is Uncle Sam's Centennial. One hundred years have rolled away. And still he blooms perennial. Wo all must go, for all at home To stay will be a pity. Oh wont we have a bully time, In Philadelphia City. Emperor Norton says he'll go Just for change of whisky, Doctors, lawyers all intend, But that I think is risky, A few of our Police might go As Public Protectors, Our City Fathers we could spare And all our Tax Collectors. For finding fault about my song I hope you find no reason. I wish you all the compliments Of this very happy season. I trust that Christmas, Seventy -Six Will find us here all right, boys, So here's long life and happiness And a sincere good night, boys. Published and sold, wholesale and retail, by BELL & COMPANY, Senegal IibUshsss of Soags and Ballads, Booksellers, Stationers and Periodical Agents, No. 639 Kearny Street, - San Francisco. o X3 ,Q QO x \$ BIBB in Ait, Words by E. S Marble. Music by J. Thomas. Eilleen Allanna, Eilleen Asthore; Light ol my soul and its Queen evermore, It seems years have lingered since last we did part; Eilleen Allanna, the pride of my heart. Oh! darling lov'd one, your dear smile I miss; My lips seem to cling to that sweet parting kiss. Mavourneen, thy dear face I see at the door. Eilleen Allanna, Augus Asthore, CHORUS. Faithful I'll be to the Colleen I adore; Eilleen Allanna, Augus Asthore. Faithful I'll be to the Colleen I adore Eilleen Allanna, Augus Asthore. Eilleen Allanna, Eilleen Asthore; The ocean's blue waters wash by the shore, 01 that dear land of shamrock where thou dost abide, Waiting the day wh en I'll call thee my bride. God bless you darling, I know you are true; True to the boy, who would die now for you, My heart is now bleeding to its innermost core ; Eilleen Allanna, Augus Asthore. CHORUS. Soon I'll be back to the Colleen I adore; Eilleen Allanna, Augus Asthore, Soon I'll be back to the Colleen 1 adore; Eilleen Allanna, Augus Asthore. Published and sold, wholesale and retail, by BELL & COMPANY, General Publishers et S@ngs and Ballads Booksellers, Stationers and Periodical Agents, No. 639 Kearny Street, - San Francisco. > CQOt*0^tO'C€€0€0'0 , M?eO'aOeOgO ^ O r COg ««e$ lLL AMOIS fll BOS1S, OR, SWEET CAMILLA MAY. Poetry and Melody. The Music may be obtained at Gray's Music Store. In an ivy-covered cottage, Hidden back of oaken trees, Lives a lovely little maiden, Blythe and happy as you please. Where upon a low verandah, Every summers' eventide, I sit amid the flowers fair Camilla by my side. Chorus. All among the roses, Making sweet proposes— Lovely, Laughing, soul bewitching, Sweet Camilla May: Captivating, aggravating, Never tired of play — Flirting like a little birdie, Happy, light and gay; Kill me or I'll die with love For sweet, Camilla May. There's a pretty white camilia, Ever glowing in her hair, Lovely violets and roses Blooming in her face so fair; Little stars and merry sunshine In her eye so bright and gay, And a choir of angels singing In the voice of Milly May. Sym. Syi/i. All among, &c. Now forget not to remember, When in love you chance to be, Try and keep in all your feelings Not act foolishly like me; For I live on, hoping, dreaming, Of a coming joyous day, When I make of one Camilla, Such a lovely sweet bouquet. All among, &c. Published and sold Wholesale and Retail by BELL & COMPANY, General Publishers of Songs and Ballads ; Booksellers. Stationers and Periodical Agents. No. 639 Kearny Street, San Francisco. k» ii «m>» gy m0 , m ,;p» The Day win You'll Forpt I. suns; by I. O. HUBsell! The Music limy be obtained at Gray's Music Store. You call mo sweet and tender names, And softly smooth my tresses, And all the while my happy heart Beats time to your caresses. You love me in your tender way. 1 answer as you let me. Hut ah ! there comes another dav The day when you'll forget me, The day when you'll forget me. 1 know that every Meeting hour Is marked by thoughts I bring you : I know there dwells a subtle power In the sweet songs I sing you — I do not fear the darkest way With those dear arms about me; Ah ! no, I only dread the day When you can live with out me, When you can live with out me. And still you call me tender names, » And softly smooth my tresses; And still my happy answ'rlng heart Beats time to your caresses. Hush ! let me put that touch away, And clasp your hands above me; So, while I ask to die that day, The dav you will not love me, The day von will not love me. You need not check the thoughts that rise With darkness wrapt about them; For gazing in your earnest eyes, My heart can all most doubt them. Yet hush my whispers as you may, Such (hidings do not fret me; Ah, ! no I only fear that day, The day when yon'll forget me, The day when you'll forget me. PUBUSHKD AN1> SoLl>, WUOLKSALK AND KkTAII,, 11V BELL AND COMPANY, General Publishers of Songs and Ballads, BOOKSELLERS, STATIONERS AND PERIODICAL AGENTS, ~Yo. 630 A'earny Street, San FrancUeo, D. L. Swrtt rf 'h., 1'rnUrrs. SB < lay .% ... ,»._-.-. ^^.^..^-^^-^^^ = ^' [ ^r—nr^n-'W- tt \wmu izzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzi §f When Silver Locks Replace the Gold. Answer to " Silver Threads Among the Gold." Words by Samuel N. Mitchell. Music by H. Leighton. Music can be had at Ghat's Music Stobe. r i til When silver locks replace the gold, I'll love you, darling, as of old, And kiss the cheek where bloom'd the rose Ere life had crept so near its close ; The eyes that were so fair and bright Still shed for me their loving light, And on j-our lips I plainly see The smile that's" alway dear to me. CHORUS. When silver locks replace the gold, I'll love you darling, as of old, And kiss the cheek where bloom'd the rose, Ere life had crept so near its close. When silver locks replace the gold, And love with some is growing cold, I'll cling to you with all my heart, And death alone our love shall part; Thy face no more with ruby glows, The lilly has replaced the rose, And still you are to me as dear, Your voice is just as sweet and clear. When silver locks, etc. When silver locks replace the gold, Our stories oft will be retold, And in life's last declining rays We'll catch a glimpse of other days ; The hands that clasp'd each other true The olden vigor will renew, And till life's busy dream is o'er, I'll love you, darling, all the more. When silver locks, etc. Published and Sold Wholesale and Retail by BELL & COMPANY, General Publishers of Songs and Ballads, Booksellers, Stationers and Periodical Agents, No. 639 Kearny Street, - - San Francisco. J|m CUMBERLAND'S CREW. Oh. shipmates come gather and join in my ditty; It's of a terrible battle that happened of lats. Let each good Union tar shed a tear of pity, \Vh«n he' thinks of the once gallant Cumberland's late. The eighth day of March told a terrible story, And many a brave tar to this world bid adieu. Vet our Flag it was wrapt in a mantle of glory By the heroic deeds of the Cumberland's crew. On that ill-fated day. about ten in the morning, The sky i: was clear, and bright shone the sun ; The drums of the Cumberland sounded a warning 'I hat told every seaman to stand by his gun. An Iron-clad frigate down on US came bearing. And high in the air the rebel flag Hew ; The pennant of treason she proudly was waving, Dcioriniued t tlje Cumberland's crew Then up spoke our Captain wish stem ir.