'.4 . CT ']''' i F ^ University of California Berkeley OLD PLANTATION MELODIES THE OLD PLANTATION MELODIES WRITTEN and COMPOSED BY STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER WALTER KITTREDGE and others ILLUSTRATED BY CHARLES COPELAND and MARY HALLOCK FOOTE H. M. CALDWELL CO. PUBLISHERS [>? Tent-ing to-night, 3^7- r r +--T-Tt-c=3=e=^ ^++-1^^^- =H y b y y Tenting on the old Campground. U' 1 V + V-J L 1_ 1| COPYRIGHT, 1864 by OLIVER DITSON AND COMPANY ; 1890, by TICKNOR AND COMPANY. All rights reserved. TENTING ON THE OLD CAMP GROUND. WE 'RE tenting to-night on the old Camp ground ; Give us a song to cheer Our weary hearts, a song of home, And friends we love so dear. CHORUS. Many are the hearts that are weary to-night, Wishing for the war to cease ; Many are the hearts looking for the right To see the dawn of peace. Tenting to-night, Tenting to-night, Tenting on the old Camp ground. We Ve been tenting to-night on the old Camp ground, Thinking of days gone by, Of the lov'd ones at home that gave us the hand, And the tear that said, " Good bye ! " CHORUS. We are 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 been wounded long. CHORUS. We 've been fighting to-day on the old Camp ground, Many are lying near; Some are 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 are the hearts looking for the right To see the dawn of peace. Dying to-night, Dying to-night, Dying on the old Camp ground. we love, s V*U*i VM us f-ke K&i\ci, f .T**3hf-?-. dviraf, j & tfrii MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA. Bring the good old bu - gle, boys, we'll sing an - oth - er song Sing it with spir - it that will start the world a j/Aong \ M/Wsl* ft i =*= =33 2=j 3 jp i i =j flag that makes you freeJ " So we sang the cho rus from At - f - r fL =Li '1 ' F p ^ F g^j -F r Ian ta to the sea, While we were march- ing through Geor - - gia ^=p^^^g^E^^^=l COPYRIGHT, 1865, BY ROOT AND CADY ; 1888, BY TICKNOR AND COMPANY.^// rights reserved. MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA. WRITTEN IN HONOR OF SHERMAN'S FAMOUS MARCH FROM "ATLANTA TO THE SEA." BRING the good old bugle, boys, we'll sing another song Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along Sing it as we used to sing it, fifty thousand strong, While we were marching through Georgia. CHORUS. " Hurrah ! Hurrah ! we bring the jubilee ! Hurrah ! Hurrah ! the flag that makes you free ! " So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea, While we were marching through Georgia. How the darkeys shouted when they heard the joyful sound ! How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found! How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground, While we were marching through Georgia. CHORUS. Yes, and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears, When they saw the honor'd flag they had not seen for years ; Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers, While we were marching through Georgia. CHORUS. " Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never reach the coast ! " So the saucy rebels said, and 'twas a handsome boast; Had they not forgot, alas ! to reckon with the host, While we were marching through Georgia. CHORUS. So we made a thoroughfare for Freedom and her train, Sixty miles in latitude, three hundred to the main ; Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain, While we were marching through Georgia. CHORUS. fRa jubilee! MASSA'S IN THE COLD, COLD GROUND. |ffiMW^.UE; Round de meadows am a ring - ing. De dar - key's mourn - fu) While de moctingfylrdVai sing All de darkeys am a weep - ing, Mas-ea's in de cold, cold ground. COPYRIGHT, is^, BY FIRTH, POND, & Co. ; 1880, BY MRS. S. C. FOSTER AND MRS. MARION FOSTER WKI.CH ; 1888, KY TICKNOR AND COMPANY. All rights reserved. MASSA'S IN DE COLD, COLD GROUND. ROUND de meadows am a-ringing De darkey's mournful song, While de mocking-bird am singing, Happy as de day am long. Where de ivy am a-creeping O'er de grassy mound, Dare old massa am a-sleeping, Sleeping in de cold, cold ground. CHORUS. Down in de cornfield Hear dat mournful sound: All de darkeys am a-weeping, Massa 's in de cold, cold ground. When de 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 sandy shore, Now de summer days am coming, Massa nebber calls no more. CHORUS Massa make de darkeys love him, Cayse he was so kind ; Now, dey sadly weep above him, Mourning cayse he leave dem behind. I cannot work before to-morrow, Cayse de tear-drop flow, I try to drive away my sorrow, Pickin' on de old banjo. CHORUS (All Je J \ mar m an -J C3^ ^ TRAMP! TRAMP! TRAMP Tempo di Marna. 1. In the pris - on cell I sit Think -ing, moth-er dear, of you, And our bright and hap - py home eo far a - way, And the tears they fill my eyes Snjte of I try to cheer my com-rad neath the star ry flag We shall breathe the air a-gam, Of the free-land in our own be-lov-ed home. COPYRIGHT, 1865, BY ROOT AND CADY; 1889, BY TICKNOR AND COMPANY. All rights reserved. TRAMP! TRAMP! TRAMP! IN the prison cell I sit Thinking, mother dear, of you, And our bright and happy home so far away, And the tears they fill my eyes, Spite of all that I can do, Tho' I try to cheer my comrades and be gay. CHORUS. Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are marching Cheer up, comrades, they will come, And beneath the starry flag We shall breathe the air again Of the free-land in our own beloved home. In the battle front we stood When their fiercest charge they made, And they swept us off a hundred men or more, But before we reached their lines They were beaten back dismayed, And we heard the cry of vict'ry o'er and o'er. CHORUS. So within the prison cell We are waiting for the day That shall come to open wide the iron door. And the hollow eye grows bright, And the poor heart almost gay, As we think of seeing home and friends once more. CHORUS. no OOP fe&cj\'e o like dk I m^m OLD PLANTATION MELODI1 By STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER, WALTER KITTREDGE and Others Profusely Illustrated by Charles Copeland, Mary Hallo cK Foote and Others Consisting of a collection of genuine American folk-lore songs, text and music that defy age, with full page illustrations and appropriate decorative head and tail pieces. The contents are: MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME ; MASSA'S IN THE COLD, COLD GROUND; THE SUWANEE RIVER; MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA; TENTING ON THE OLD CAMP GROUND; TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP THE BOYS ARE MARCHING; N WAS A LADY. , p.SO Each 8vo, cloth, gilt top, with over 200 illustrations. _ rice, $1.5C Y MNH \