UNIYGRS1TY Of CALIFORNIA LIBRARY v . SONG BOOK OF THE HARVARD CLUB OF SAN FRANCISCO SAN FRANCISCO 1909 NOTE The purpose of this collection of college songs, which is not intended to be exhaustive, is to supplement the good cheer of Harvard Club dinners and other gatherings of Harvard men and their guests by songs that will help to promote good fellowship and college loyalty and to keep alive memories that are dear to all of us. W. T. REID, JR., 01, GEO. H. POWERS, 61, Committee. CONTENTS Page All for the Sake of California 16 America 105 Annie Laurie 56 Auld Lang Syne .... 59 Battle Cry of Freedom, The 114 Battle Hymn of the Re public 106 Bavarian Yodle .... 25 Believe Me if All Those En dearing Young Charms 56 Ben Bolt 60 Billy Boy 79 Bingo 31 Blow, Ye Winds, Heigh-ho! 72 Blue Bells of Scotland, The 54 Bonnie Eloise 70 Boola, Boola 17 Bright College Years . . 14 Bring the Wagon Home, John 21 Bull-Dog, The .... 40 Campbells Are Coming, The 54 Camptown Races .... 95 Carve dat Possum . . . 100 Clementine 31 Co-ca-che-lunk .... 32 Comin Thro the Rye . . 58 Crow Song 49 Danube River 70 Darling Nellie Gray ... 91 Dat Watermilion .... 97 Dear Evelina 49 Dixie 112 Down Where the Wurz- burger Flows ... 78 Drill, Ye Tarriers, Drill . 84 Drink to Me Only with Thine Eyes .... 57 Dunderbeck 68 Dutch Company, The . . 23 Dutch Warbler .... 23 Eton Boating Song ... 48 Fair Harvard 5 Farewell Song 78 Funiculi, Funicula ... 47 Gaudeamus 46 General Grant . . 6 Page Girl I Left Behind Me, The 84 Glory for the Crimson . . 9 God Be with You ... 63 God Save the King . . .117 Golden Wedding, The . . 99 Good-bye, Dolly Gray . . 67 Good-bye, My Little Lady . 43 Good-bye, My Lover, Good bye 36 Goodnight, Ladies! ... 26 Gridiron King, The ... 11 Gwine to Run All Night . 95 Hail Columbia . . . .110 Hail, Stanford, Hail! . . 14 Heidelberg 80 He Never Cares to Wander 67 Here s a Health to King Charles ..... 6 Home, Sweet Home ... 53 Hot Time in the Old Town, A 77 I Found a Horseshoe . . 64 I ll Make Dat Black Gal Mine 96 Integer Vitae 46 In the Evening by the Moonlight 92 In the Good Old Summer Time 85 In the Morning by the Bright Light . . . .100 I se Gwine Back to Dixie . 104 It s a Way We Have at Old Harvard 12 Jingle Bells . . . . 37 John Anderson, My Jo . . 55 John Brown s Body . . .116 Johnny Harvard .... 9 Juanita 66 Killaloe 86 Kentucky Babe .... 19 Landlord, Fill the Flowing Bowl 50 Last Rose of Summer . . 61 Lauriger Horatius ... 24 Levee Song, The .... 7 Listen to the Mocking Bird 62 396114 Page Little Annie Rooney . . 74 Little Brown Jug, The . . 82 Little Old Red Shawl, The . 8 Loch Lomond .... 68 Lone Fish-Ball, The . . 52 Love s Old Sweet Song . . 87 Ma Onliest One . . . .102 Marching Through Georgia 113 Marseillaise 10 Mary and Martha ... 98 Mary Had a Little Lamb . 35 Maryland, My Maryland . 108 Massa s in de Cold, Cold Ground 96 Meerschaum Pipe ... 40 Michael Roy 29 Midshipmite, The ... 30 Mrs. Craigin s Daughter . 34 Mush, Mush 38 My Bonnie 28 My Last Cigar .... 42 My Old Kentucky Home . 93 My Own United States . .116 Nancy Lee 75 Nellie Was a Lady ... 94 Noah s Ark 51 Nut Brown Maiden ... 32 Off to Philadelphia ... 81 Oft in the Stilly Night . . 61 Oh! Susanna 89 Oh, Dem Golden Slippers . 102 Oh, Didn t He Ramble? . . 83 Old Black Joe .... 90 Old Dan Tucker .... 92 Old Oaken Bucket ... 64 Old Spanish Proverb, An . 71 Old Nassau 15 Old Folks at Home ... 94 One, Two, Three, Four . . 33 On the Road to Mandalay . 69 Our Director 10 Over the Banister ... 42 Owl and the Pussy Cat . . 72 Party at Odd Fellows Hall, The 18 Peanut Song, The ... 44 Perri Merri Dictum Domine 74 Poco s Daughter, The . . 13 Polly-Wolly, Doodle . . 97 Pope, The 18 Quilting Party, The ... 28 Red, White and Blue, The 107 Rig-a-Jig 39 Robin Adair . 62 Page Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep 36 RollOut! Heave Dat Cotton 101 Rosalie 26 Rule Britannia . . . .117 Sailing 82 Sally in Our Alley ... 73 Schneider s Band .... 22 School Days 76 She s Gone, Let Her Go . 22 Soldier s Farewell ... 58 Soldiers Field .... 10 Solomon Levi 45 Son of a Gambolier ... 41 Spanish Cavalier .... 53 Sparkling Piper Heidsieck . 20 Stand by Your Glasses . . 80 Stars of the Summer Night 26 Stein Song 21 Sweet and Low .... 59 Sweet Evelina 49 Swing Low, Sweet Chariot 103 Sweet Rosie O Grady . . 75 Tara s Harp 27 Tarpaulin Jacket, The . . 44 Tenting on the Old Camp Ground Ill There s Music in the Air . 25 There Is a Tavern in the Town 39 Those Endearing Young Charms 56 Thou Art My Own Love . 65 Toast, A 11 Tombigbee River .... 98 Tramp, Tramp, Tramp . .114 Two Roses, The .... 27 Uncle Ned 90 Upidee 24 Up the Street 8 Vive 1 Amour 35 Wait for the Wagon . . 57 Way Down Yondah in de Cawn Field .... 93 Way Up on the Mountain Top 37 I Wearing of the Green . . 88 1 We re Tenting To-Night . Ill What Can the Matter Be? . 66 When Johnny Comes March ing Home . . . .115 White Wings 65 Yale Men Say 8 Yankee Doodle . . 109 COLLEGE SONGS FAIR HARVARD. Fair Harvard! thy sons to thy jubilee throng, And with blessings surrender thee o er, By these festival-rites, from the age that is past, To the age that is waiting before. O relic and type of our ancestors worth, That has long kept their memory warm! First flow r of their wilderness! star of their night, Calm rising through change and through storm. To thy bow rs we were led in the bloom of our youth, From the home of our infantile years When our fathers had warn d and our mothers had prayed, And our sisters had blest through their tears. Thou, then, wert our parent, the nurse of our souls, We were moulded to manhood by thee, Till, freighted with treasure-thoughts, friendships and hopes, Thou didst launch us on Destiny s sea. When, as pilgrims, we come to revisit thy halls, To what kindlings the season gives birth! Thy shades are more soothing, thy sunlight more dear, Than descend on less privileged earth; For the good and the great, in their beautiful prime, Through thy precincts have musingly trod; As they girded their spirits, or deepened the streams, That make glad the fair city of God. Farewell! be thy destinies onward and bright! To thy children the lesson still give, With freedom to think, and with patience to bear, And for right ever bravely to live. Let not moss-covered error moor thee at its side, As the world on Truth s current glides by; Be the herald of light and the bearer of love, Till the stock of the Puritans die. HERE S A HEALTH TO KING CHARLES! Bring the bowl which you boast, fill it up to the brim; Here s to him we love most, and to all who love him! Brave gallants, stand up, and avaunt, ye base carles! Were there death in the cup, were there death in the cup, Here s a health to King Charles! Here s a health to King Charles! Chorus. Brave gallants, stand up, And avaunt, ye base carles! Were there death in the cup, Were there death in the cup, Were there death in the cup, Here s a health to King Charles! Here s a health to King Charles! Tho he wanders mong dangers, neglected, alone, Unaided mid strangers, estranged from his own; Tho tis under our breath, amid forfeits and perils, Yet loyal to death, yet loyal to death, Here s a health to King Charles! Here s a health to King Charles! Let the homage abound which the times can afford; The knee on the ground and the hand on the sword; But the time shall come round, when mid lords, dukes, and earls, The loud trumpet shall sound, the loud trumpet shall sound, Here s a health to King Charles! Here s a health to King Charles! GENERAL GRANT. How well I remember the days of Forty-nine, When the old hoss stuck in the mire; And Squire Bill Jones came a-runnin down the road, Yellin, "By Gosh, Si! there s a fire!" Then I called to my wife for to fetch my rubber boots, And I kissed my gal Irene; An Squire Bill and I went a-whizzin down the road For to run with the old machine. Chorus. For to run with the old machine, BY GOSH!! For to run with the old machine Then Squire Bill and I went a-whizzin down ;he road For to run with the old machine. How well I remember the days of Sixty-one, When the cannon -balls were flying by the peck; Along came a cannon ball a-whizzin through the air And it struck Bill Jones in the neck. Then up jumps Bill, says he "My neck is tough; They re tryin for to kill me but they can t" In those good old days beneath the Stars and Stripes, When we fit for General Grant. Chorus. When we fit for General Grant, BY GOSH!! When we fit for General Grant. In those good old days beneath the Stars and Stripes, When we fit for General Grant. THE LEVEE SONG. I once did know a girl named Grace While wukkin on de levee, She done brung me to dis sad disgrace While wukkin on de levee. Chorus. I been wukkin on de railroad all de livelong day; I been wukkin on de railroad ter pass the time away. Doan yuh hyah de whistle bio win ? Rise up, so uhly in de mawn; Doan yuh hyah de cap n shoutin , "Dinah, blow yo* hawn"? Sing a song o the city, roll dat cotton bale; Niggah ain half so happy as when he s out o jail. Norfolk foh its oystah-shells, Boston for its beans; Cha leston foh its rice an cawn, but foh niggahs New Awleans. Chorus. I been wukkin on de railroad all de livelong day; I been wukkin on de railroad ter pass the time away. Doan yuh hyah de whistle bio win ? Rise up, so uhly in de mawn; Doan yuh hyah de cap n shoutin , "Dinah, blow yo hawn"? THE LITTLE OLD RED SHAWL. Oh, that little old red shawl, That little old red shawl, That little old red shawl my mother wore; It was tatter d, it was torn, It show d signs of being worn, That little old red shawl my mother wore. Oh! that little team from Yale, That little team from Yale, That little team from Yale, it will not score. It looks tatter d, it looks torn, It shows signs of being worn, That little blue Yale team, it will not score! UP THE STREET. Look where the Crimson banners fly! Hark! to the sound of tramping feet! There is a host approaching nigh Harvard is marching up the street, Onward to victory again! Marching with drum-beat and with song Hear the refrain As it thunders along as it thunders along! Behold! they come in view, Who wear the Crimson hue! Whose arms are strong, whose hearts are true! Ever to Harvard, ever to Harvard! And Harvard s glory shall be our aim, And through the ages the sound shall roll, When altogether we cheer her name When we cheer her with heart and soul! YALE MEN SAY. Yale men say their crew is bound to win; Let them talk and put up all their tin. We will bet every cent we ve got in view, We ll show four miles of rudder to the great New Haven crew. 8 JOHNNY HARVARD. Oh, here s to Johnny Harvard! fill him up a full glass Fill him up a glass to his name and fame, And at the same time don t forget his true love, Fill her up a bumper to the brim. Then drink, drink, drink, drink, Pass the wine cup free; Clink, clink, clink, clink, Jolly boys are we; Free from care and despair, What care we? Tis wine, divine, That brings us jollity. Oh, here s to Johnny Harvard! fill him up a full glass- Fill him up a glass to his name and fame, And at the same time don t forget his true love Fill her up a bumper to the brim. We never drink, tis very clear, Because the "fizz" is very dear; But roll us in a keg of beer And watch us wink, wink, wink. Then drink, drink, drink, drink, Pass the wine cup free; Clink, clink, clink, clink, Jolly boys are we; Free from care and despair, What care we? Tis wine, divine, That brings us jollity. GLORY FOR THE CRIMSON. (Tune of "John Brown s Body.") Raise the Crimson ensign to the place it held of yore! In the loyal spirit that shall live forevermore! The sun will set in Crimson as the sun has set before, For this is Harvard s Day! Chorus. Glory! glory for the Crimson! Glory! glory for the Crimson! Glory! glory for the Crimson! For this is Harvard s Day! OUR DIRECTOR. Hard luck for poor old Eli, Tough on the blue; Now, all together Smash them, and break through. Gainst the line of Crimson They can t prevail; Three cheers for Harvard! And down with Yale! Rah! Rah! Rah! Gainst the line of Crimson They can t prevail; Three cheers for Harvard! And down with Yale! MARSEILLAISE. The cheers from the Harvard hosts ring high, While the Crimson banner s streaming; Lift the Crimson glory to the sky Where the sunset red is gleaming And our hearts beat fast for old Harvard. To her name shall her sons be ever true; Long live her glorious fame! Long live her glorious fame! (Everybody up.) Then stand, and raise your colors on high. On! on to victory! SOLDIERS FIELD. O er the stands in flaming crimson, Harvard s colors fly, Cheer on cheer like peals of thunder Echo to the sky. See the Harvard hosts advancing Ever more and more; Then it s fight, fight, fight, For we win to-night, And it s Harvard forevermore! 10 THE GRIDIRON KING. Then hit the line for Harvard, For Harvard wins to-day! We will show the sons of Eli That the Crimson still holds sway. Sweep down the field again Victory or die! And we ll give the grand old cheer, boys, When the Harvard team goes by. Hit the line for Harvard, For Harvard wins to-day! We will show the sons of Eli That the Crimson still holds sway. Sweep down the field again Victory or die! And we ll give the grand old cheer, boys, When the Harvard team goes by. A TOAST. Oh, the king will take the queen, And the queen will take the jack; And now we re in your company, We ll drink to all the pack. Chorus. Here s to you, my jovial soul, Here s to you, with all my heart; And now we re in your company, We ll drink before we part: Here s to you, Johnny Harvard. Oh, the ten will take the nine, And the nine will take the eight; And now we re in your company, We won t go home till late. Oh, the seven will take the six, And the five will take the four; And now we re in your company, We ll have a bottle more. Oh, the three will take the two, And the ace will take em all; And now we re in your company, We won t go home at all. 11 IT S A WAY WE HAVE AT OLD HARVARD. It s a way we have at old Harvard, It s a way we have at old Harvard, It s a way we have at old Harvard, To drive dull care away; To drive dull care away, To drive dull care away, It s a way we have at old Harvard, It s a way we have at old Harvard, It s a way we have at old Harvard, To drive dull care away. For we think it is no sin, sir, To take the Freshmen in, sir, And ease them of their tin, sir, To drive dull care away; To drive dull care away, etc. For we think it is but right, sir, On Wednesday and Saturday night, sir, To get most gloriously tight, sir, To drive dull care away; To drive dull care away, etc. Finale. For he s a jolly good fellow, For he s a jolly good fellow, For he s a jolly good fellow, Which nobody can deny; Which nobody can deny, Which nobody can deny, For he s a jolly good fellow, For he s a jolly good fellow, For he s a jolly good fellow, Which nobody can deny. (The song is ended by the following stanza to the tune of "God Save the Queen.") So say we all of us, So say we all of us, So say we all. So say we all of us, So say we all of us, So say we all of us, So say we all! 12 THE POCO S DAUGHTER. A poco lived on Brighton Street, To get him bread and beef to eat He would the verdant students cheat, Down by Charles River s water. To keep his homestead clean and neat He had a maiden rare and sweet, She d big black eyes and little white feet, Katrina, the poco s daughter. Chorus. O Poco, Poco! keep thine eye On the dark-haired girl, for she is sly* Or you ll be sorry by and by, You ever had a daughter. Now to this poco s shop one day A Sophomore did wend his way, To sell his coat, that he might pay His board-bill for the quarter. But when he saw the maiden gay, He said, "I love thee, charming fay! Then skip into my arms, I pray, Thou lovely poco s daughter." The maid consented, when she saw The poco sleeping on the floor; But all too soon her bliss was o er, For oh! he woke, and caught her. His hair stood up at the sight he saw, For just behind the kitchen door There stood that wicked Sophomore, A-kissing of his daughter. For very wrath his nose grew blue, He did not know what he did do, But straightway seized the wicked two, The Sophy and his daughter. He sewed them up in meal-bags two, Which to the river s bank he drew, And then the naughty pair he threw, Into Charles River s water. Chorus. O Poco bold! thou did st anni- Hilate the maid, and she did die; And you were sorry, by and by, You ever had a daughter. 13 BRIGHT COLLEGE YEARS. Bright college years, with pleasure rife, The shortest, gladdest years of life; How swiftly are ye gliding by, Oh, why doth time so quickly fly! The seasons come, the seasons go, The earth is green, or white with snow; But time and change shall naught avail, To break the friendships formed at Yale. We all must leave this college home, About the stormy world to roam; But though the mighty ocean s tide Should us from dear old Yale divide, As round the oak the ivy twines The clinging tendrils of its vines, So are our hearts close bound to Yale By ties of love that ne er shall fail. In after life, should troubles rise, To cloud the blue of sunny skies, How bright will seem, through memory s haze, The happy, golden, bygone days! Oh, let us strive that ever we May let these words our watch-cry be, Where er upon life s sea we sail: "For God, for Country, and for Yale." HAIL, STANFORD, HAIL! Where the rolling foothills rise up t wards mountains higher, Where at eve the Coast Range lies, in the sunset fire, Flushing deep and paling; here we raise our voices hailing Thee, our Alma Mater. Refrain. From the foothills to the bay, It shall ring, as we sing, It shall ring and float away; Hail, Stanford, hail! Hail, Stanford, hail! Tender vistas ever new through the arches meet the eyes, Where the red roofs rim the blue of the sun-steeped skier. Fleck d with cloudlets sailing; here we raise our voices hailing Thee, our Alma Mater. 14 When the moonlight bath d arcade stands in evening calms, When the light wind half afraid whispers in the palms, Far off swelling, failing; student voices glad are hailing Thee, our Alma Mater. OLD NASSAU. Tune ev ry heart and ev ry voice, Bid ev ry care withdraw; Let all with one accord rejoice, In praise of old Nassau. Chorus. In praise of old Nassau, my boys, Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! Her sons will give, while they shall live, Three cheers for old Nassau! Let music rule the fleeting hour, Her mantle round us draw; And thrill each heart with all her power, In praise of old Nassau. Chorus. In praise of old Nassau, my boys, etc. No flow ry chaplet would we twine, To wither and decay; The gems that sparkle in her crown Shall never pass away. Chorus. Shall never pass away, my boys, etc. And when these walls in dust are laid, With reverence and awe, Another throng shall breathe our song, In praise of old Nassau. Chorus. In praise of old Nassau, etc. Till then with joy our songs we ll bring, And while a breath we draw, We ll all unite to shout and sing, Long life to old Nassau. Chorus. Long life to old Nassau, my boys, etc. 15 ALL FOR THE SAKE OF CALIFORNIA. Come, all ye California men, we ll raise a song All for the sake of California, A jolly chorus, fellows, and we ll sing it loud and long, All for the sake of California. Beneath the oaks that crown the hills beside the Golden Gate, We ll pledge the Golden Vars ty of our famous Golden State. While, up above, the Golden Bear is watching o er our fate, All for the sake of California. Chorus. For the sake of California many things we do; And to-night we re celebrating for the Gold and Blue; It may appear we re singing here Of things that are both strange and queer, But it s all for the sake of California. For many years we waited for a President to appear, All for the sake of California, To lead us onward hand in hand to triumphs that were near, All for the sake of California. At last one came. A noble friend and comrade is he now, We ll stick to him through coming years, and loyalty we vow. Then here s three cheers for President Wheeler with an Oskiwow! All for the sake of California. Chorus. For the sake of California many things we do, But the Regents found a man who was both tried and true. We re satisfied with Benjamin Ide And with him we ll stand side by side, But it s all for the sake of California. For years we have been working in our buildings old and gray, All for the sake of California, But now at last we know that they will not be there to stay, All for the sake of California. A noble woman saw our need and stretched a helping hand To make our University the finest in the land. Then here s three cheers for Mrs. Hearst and for her purpose grand, All for the sake of California. 16 Chorus. For the sake of California many things we do, And to-night we re celebrating for the Gold and Blue. The greater University Upon the campus soon will be, But it s all for the sake of California. BOOLA, BOOLA. Well, here we are; well, here we are! Just watch us rolling up a score. We ll leave those fellows behind so far, They won t want to play us any more! We ve hope and faith in Eli Yale! To win we cannot fail! Well, a Boola, Boo, Boola, Boola, Boo, Boola, Boo, Boola, oola, Boola, Boo. Chorus. Boola, Boola, Boola, Boola, Boola, Boola, Boola, Boola, When we re through with those poor fellows, They will holler, "Boola, Boo, Oh, Yale, Eli Yale, Oh, Yale, Eli Yale, Oh, Yale, Eli Yale, Oh, Yale, Eli (or spoken Rah! Rah! Rah!) Yale. Now, isn t it a shame, now, isn t it a shame, To do those fellows up so bad? We ve done it before, we can do it once more, Though they ll feel very, very sad. We ll roll up the score so very high, That you will hear them sigh, "Boola, Boola, Boo, Boola, Boola, Boo, Boola, Boo, Boola, oola, Boola, Boo." 17 THE POPE. The Pope he leads a jolly life, jolly life; He s free from ev ry care and strife, care and strife, He drinks the best of Rhenish wine I would the Pope s gay life were mine; He drinks the best of Rhenish wine I would the Pope s gay life were mine. But he don t lead a jolly life, jolly life; He has no maid or blooming wife, blooming wife, He has no son to raise his hope Oh! I would not be the Pope. The Sultan better pleases me, pleases me, His life is full of jollity, jollity, His wives are many as he will I fain the Sultan s throne would fill. But still he is a wretched man, wretched man, He must obey the Alkoran, Alkoran, He dare not drink one drop of wine I would not change his lot for mine. So, when my sweetheart kisses me, kisses me, I ll think that I d the Sultan be, Sultan be, And when my Rhenish wine I tope, Oh, then I ll think that I m the Pope. THE PARTY AT ODD FELLOWS HALL. I met my friend Patrick McKenna, One evening on Washington Street, He said to me, "Hy, Timmy Doolan, Here s a ticket will give you a treat." I took up the card that he offered, Twas not very large, twas not small, It said "Admit a gent and a lady To the party at Odd Fellows Hall." Chorus. Waltzes, polkas, lancers, galops, glides, Portland fancy, quadrilles and reels and slides, Highlos, didos, how they danced em all, I ll never forget the time, you can bet, I went down to Odd Fellows Hall. 18 I paid fifty cents for the ticket, Then I called on Miss Bridget McCann, She said she would go to the party Cause I was such an elegant man. So we went down and jumped in a herdic, The driver says: "Where shall I call?" Says I, in a dignified manner: "You can take us to Odd Fellows Hall." McKenna, he was floor director; He wore a green badge on his chest, A pink necktie tucked in his shirt-front; Begob, he was handsomely dressed. And when he waltzed off with Miss Bridget, Sure, I was n t in it at all, But says I, to meself, "Whist, McKenna, There s more than one man in this Hall." KENTUCKY BABE. Skeeters am a-hummin on de honeysuckle vine, Sleep, Kentucky Babe! Sandman am a-comin to dis little coon of mine, Sleep, Kentucky Babe! Silv ry moon am shinin in de heabens up above, Bobolink am pinin fo his little lady love. You is mighty lucky, Babe of old Kentucky, Close yo eyes in sleep. Refrain. Fly away, la la la la, fly away, Kentucky Babe, fly away to rest, Fly away, la la la la, Lay yo kinky, wooly head on yo mammy s breast. Daddy s in de canebrake wid his little dog and gun, Sleep, Kentucky Babe! Possum fo yo breakfast when yo sleepin time is done, Sleep, Kentucky Babe! Bogie man 11 ketch yo sure unless yo close yo eyes, Waitin jes outside de doo to take yo by surprise. Bes be keepin shady, little colored lady, Close yo eyes in sleep. 19 SPARKLING PIPER HEIDSIECK. Oh, some may sing of Sweet Moselle, Of Topaz, Sherry, Ruby, Port; For common wines they ll do quite well, But as for me, they re not the sort. Fill me a bumper to the brim, Of Piper Heidsieck, sparkling gay, And every care and shadow dim Will take the hint and fly away. Chorus. Heidsieck, Piper Heidsieck! That is the wine, boys, bumper divine, boys, Heidsieck, Piper Heidsieck! That is the wine, boys, the wine for me. For Rhine wine some may have a taste, And some may fancy other brands; But as for me, when on the spree, The wine I drink unrivalled stands. It softly climbs up to my brain, And sings for me the sweetest songs; While all the joys of life again Come flocking round in fairy throngs! Oh, tis the wine I love to drink, It keeps me merry all the year! What joy to see its bubbles wink Like diamond eyes we love so dear. Take whiskey, brandy, if you choose, No pleasure in the draught I see; But oh to drive away the blues It s Piper Heidsieck, boys, for me! It makes you ev ry pain forget, It makes the darkest day so bright; The only draught I ve seen as yet To tempt a fellow s appetite. Tho "cocktails" are the style at morn, When heads are dizzy, very queer, The drink to take when you feel gone Is Piper Heidsieck, sparkling clear! 20 STEIN SONG. Give a rouse, then, in the May-time, For a life that knows no fear! Turn night-time into day-time With the sunlight of good cheer! For it s always fair weather when good fellows get together, With a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear. Chorus. For it s always fair weather when good fellows get together, With a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear. Oh, we re all frank-and-twenty When the spring is in the air; And we ve faith and hope a-plenty, And we ve life and love to spare; And it s birds of a feather when good fellows get together, With a stein on the table and a heart without a care. For we know the world is glorious, And the goal a golden thing, And that God is not censorious When His children have their fling; And life slips its tether when good fellows get together, With a stein on the table in the fellowship of spring. When the wind comes up from Cuba And the birds are on the wing, And our hearts are patting juba To the banjo of the spring, Then life slips its tether when good fellows get together, With a stein on the table in the fellowship of spring. BRING THE WAGON HOME, JOHN. Oh bring the wagon home, John, it cannot hold us all; We used to ride about in it when you and I were small. O bring the wagon home, John, it cannot hold us all; We used to ride about in it when you and I were small. 21 SCHNEIDER S BAND. Soldiers marching up the street, To music grand on ev ry hand. All the people run to meet And welcome Schneider s Band. Chorus. Hear them, the people cheer them as they draw near them to music grand. They play so fine now that "Watch on Rhine," now that is sublime now on Schneider s Band. That was such bully music fine, that German "Watch on Rhine." But when you hear the music play so sweet, See the band a-marching up the street. Why is it the music plays so grand? Who is it you think that leads the band? You hear the music play, you hear the people say, It surely must be Schneider leads the band. You hear the music play, and as they march away, You know it must be Schneider leads the band. Proudly marching on before, He looks so grand with staff in hand. See that major of the corps, They call it Schneider s Band. SHE S GONE, LET HER GO. They say true love is a blessing, But the blessing I never could see, For the only girl I ever loved Has done gone back on me. Chorus. She s gone, let her go, God bless her, For she s mine wherever she may be, You may roam this wide world all over, But you ll never find a friend like me. There may be a change in the weather, There may be a change in the sea, There may be a change all over, But there ll never be a change in me. 22 THE DUTCH COMPANY. O when you hear the roll of the big bass-drum, Then you may know that the Dutch have come, Chorus. For the Dutch company is the best company That ever came over from old Germany. Hora, hora, hora, tra la la la, Hora, hora, hora, tra la la la, Tra la la la lae, Tra la la la lae, He s mine oyster raw. When Greek meets Greek then comes the tug-of-war, When Dutch meets Dutch then comes the lager beer. DUTCH WARBLER. Oh where, oh where ish mine little dog gone; Oh where, oh where can he be? His ears cut short and his tail cut long; Oh where, oh where ish he? Chorus. Tra la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, Tra la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, Tra la, la, la, la, la, la. I loves mine lager, tish very goot beer, Oh where, oh where can he be? But mit no money I cannot drink here. Oh where, oh where ish he? Across the ocean in Garmanie, Oh where, oh where can he be? Der deitcher s dog ish der best companie. Oh where, oh where ish he? Un sasage ish goot, bolonie, of course, Oh where, oh where can he be? Dey makes um mit dog und dey makes em mit horse, I guess dey makes em mit he! 23 UPIDEE. The shades of night were falling fast, Tra la la, tra la la; As through an Alpine village passed, Tra la la la la! A youth, who bore, mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device: Chorus. U-pi-dee-i, dee-i, da, U-pi-dee, U-pi-da, U-pi-dee-i, dee-i, da, U-pi-dee-i da! His brow was sad, his eye beneath, Tra la la, tra la la; Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, Tra la la la la! And like a silver clarion, rung The accents of that unknown tongue: "Oh stay," the maiden said, "and rest Tra la la, tra la la; "Thy weary head upon this breast!" Tra la la la la! A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered with a sigh: LAURIGER HORATIUS. Lauriger Horatius, quam dixisti verum, Fugit Euro citius, tempus edax rerum. Chorus. Ubi sunt, O, pocula, dulciora melle, Rixae, pax et oscula, Rubentis puellae. Crescit uva molliter, et puella crescit, Sed poeta turpiter, sitiens canescit. Quid juvat aeternitas nominis; amare Nisi terrae filias licet, et potare! 24 THERE S MUSIC IN THE AIR. There s music in the air, When the infant morn is nigh, And faint its blush is seen On the bright and laughing sky. Many a harp s ecstatic sound, With its thrill of joy profound, While we list enchanted there To the music in the air. Chorus. Rah, rah, rah, rah! Siss, boom, Ah! Rah, rah, rah, rah! Siss, boom, Ah! Rah, rah, rah, rah! Siss, boom, Ah! With a tiger Siss, boom! Ah! There s music in the air, When the noontide s sultry beam Reflects a golden light On the distant mountain stream. When beneath some grateful shade, Sorrow s aching head is laid, Sweetly to the spirit there Comes the music in the air. There s music in the air, When the twilight s gentle sigh Is lost on evening s breast, As the pensive beauties die. Then, O then the loved ones gone, Wake the pure celestial song, Angel voices greet us there, In the music in the air. BAVARIAN YODLE. (The Waterfall.) Down the mountain side, doth a streamlet glide, Tra la (Yodle), In the sunniest spot stands a little cot, Tra la (Yodle). In the garden there, sits my sweetheart fair, Tra la la (Yodle), Gives me many a kiss that she ll never miss, Tra la la (Yodle), There where water sweeps, and the chamois leaps, Tra la (Yodle), Where the birdlings sing, and the yodlings ring, Tra la (Yodle). With my sweetheart kind, is my heart and mind, Tra la la (Yodle), By my darling s side let me e er abide, Tra la la (Yodle). 25 STARS OF THE SUMMER NIGHT. Stars of the summer night, Far in yon azure deeps, Hide, hide your golden light, She sleeps, my lady sleeps; She sleeps, she sleeps, my lady sleeps. Moon of the summer night, Far down yon western steeps, Sink, sink in silver light, She sleeps, my lady sleeps; She sleeps, she sleeps, my lady sleeps. ROSALIE. I m Pierre de Bonton de Paris, de Paris, I drink my divine Eau de vie, Eau de vie; As I ride out each day in my little coupe, I tell you I m something to see. Chorus. But I care not what others may say, I m in love with Rosalie; Charming Rose, pretty Rose, I m in love with my Rosalie. I go to the fete de Marquise, de Marquise, I go and make love at my ease, at my ease; I go to her pere, and demand for my own, The hand of my sweet Rosalie. I m Pierre de Bonton de Paris, de Paris, Tis Pierre, now ca-ca; then Pierre, O ci-ci; On the Boulevard gay, when I take a short spiel, The girls are all "onto" my automobile! GOOD-NIGHT, LADIES! Good-night, ladies! good-night, ladies! Good-night, ladies! We re going to leave you now. Chorus. Merrily we roll along, roll along, roll along, Merrily we roll along, o er the dark blue sea. Farewell, ladies! farewell, ladies! Farewell, ladies! We re going to leave you now. Sweet dreams, ladies! sweet dreams, ladies! Sweet dreams, ladies! We re going to leave you now. 26 TARA S HARP. The harp that once through Tara s halls The soul of music shed; Now hangs as mute on Tara s walls, As tho that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory s thrill is o er, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more. No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells; The chord alone that breaks at night Its tale of ruin tells: Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes; The only throb she gives Is when some heart, indignant, breaks, To show that still she lives. THE TWO ROSES. On a bank two roses fair, Wet with morning showers, Gemmed with dew, in fragrance grew, As I, pensive, full of care, Gathered two sweet flowers. Chorus. Tell me, roses, truly tell, If my fair one loves me well. Thus in leaves of white arrayed, Not a speck to dim them, So I find the spotless mind Which adorns my spotless maid, Innocence s emblem. Like her cheeks the blushing ray, Which the bud encloses, Brighter far than you they are; But her charms, if I should say, You d be jealous, roses. 27 MY BONNIE. My Bonnie lies over the ocean, My Bonnie lies over the sea; My Bonnie lies over the ocean, Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me. Chorus. Bring back, bring back, bring back my Bonnie to me, to me; Bring back, bring back, oh, bring back my Bonnie to me! Last night as I lay on my pillow, Last night as I lay on my bed, Last night as I lay on my pillow, I dreamt that my Bonnie was dead. Oh, blow, ye winds, over the ocean, And blow, ye winds, over the sea; Oh, blow, ye winds, over the ocean, And bring back my Bonnie to me. The winds have blown over the ocean, The winds have blown over the sea; The winds have blown over the ocean, And brought back my Bonnie to me. THE QUILTING PARTY. In the sky the bright stars glittered, On the bank the pale moon shone; And twas from Aunt Dinah s quilting party, I was seeing Nellie home. Chorus. I was seeing Nellie home, I was seeing Nellie home; And twas from Aunt Dinah s quilting party, I was seeing Nellie home. On my arm a soft hand rested, Rested light as ocean foam; And twas from Aunt Dinah s quilting party, I was seeing Nellie home. 28 On my lips a whisper trembled, Trembled till it dared to come; And twas from Aunt Dinah s quilting party, I was seeing Nellie home. On my life new hopes were dawning, And those hopes have lived and grown, And twas from Aunt Dinah s quilting party, I was seeing Nellie home. MICHAEL ROY. In Brooklyn city there lived a maid, And she was known to fame; Her mother s name was Ma-ri Ann, And hers was Ma-ri Jane; And every Saturday morning She used to go over the river, And to the market, where she sold eggs, And sassages, likewise liver. Chorus. For oh! for oh! he was my darling boy, FOR he was the lad with the auburn hair, and his name was Michael Roy. She fell in love with a charcoal man McCloskey was his name; His fighting weight was seven stone ten, And he loved sweet Ma-ri Jane. He took her to ride in his charcoal cart On a fine St. Patrick s Day, But the donkey took fright at a Jersey man, And started and ran away. McCloskey shouted and hollered in vain, For the donkey wouldn t stop, And he threw Ma-ri Jane straight over his head Right into a policy shop. When McCloskey saw that terrible sight, His heart it was moved with pity, So he stabbed the donkey with a bit of charcoal And started for Salt Lake City. 29 THE MIDSHIPMITE. Solo. Twas in fifty-five, on a winter s night, All. Cheerily, my lads, yo ho! Solo. We d got the Rooshan lines in sight, When up comes a little Midshipmite, All. Cheerily, my lads, yo ho! Solo. "Who ll go ashore, to-night," says he, "An spike their guns along wi me?" "Why bless ee, sir, come along," says we, All. Cheerily, my lads, yo ho! Cheerily, my lads, yo ho! Chorus. With a long, long pull, an a strong, strong pull, Gaily, boys, make her go! An we ll drink to-night to the Midshipmite, Singing cheerily, my lads, yo ho! Solo. We launch d the cutter and shoved her out, All. Cheerily, my lads, yo ho! Solo. The lubbers might ha heard us shout, As the Middy cried, "Now, my lads, put about!" All. Cheerily, my lads, yo ho! Solo. We made for the guns, an we ramm d them tight, But the musket shots came left and right, An down drops the poor little Midshipmite, All. Cheerily, my lads, yo ho! Cheerily, my lads, yo ho! Solo. "I m done for now; good-bye!" says he, All. Steadily, my lads, yo ho! Solo. "You make for the boat, never mind for me!" "We ll take ee back, sir, or die," says we, All. Cheerily, my lads, yo ho! Solo. So we hoisted him in, in a terrible plight, An we pulled, ev ry man with all his might, An saved the poor little Midshipmite, All. Cheerily, my lads, yo ho! Cheerily, my lads, yo ho! 30 CLEMENTINE. In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine, Dwelt a miner, forty-niner, and his daughter Clementine. Chorus. Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine, You are lost and gone forever, drefful sorry, Clementine. Light she was and like a fairy, and her shoes were number nine, Herring boxes, without topses, sandals were for Clementine. Drove she ducklings to the water, ev ry morning just at nine, Hit her foot against a splinter, fell into the foaming brine. Ruby lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and fine, Alas, for me! I was no swimmer, so I lost my Clementine. In a churchyard, near the canyon, where the myrtle doth entwine, There grow roses, and other posies, fertilized by Clementine. Then the miner, forty-niner, soon began to peak and pine, Thought he "oughter jine" his daughter, now he s with his Clementine. In my dreams she still doth haunt me, robed in garments soaked in brine, Though in life I used to hug her, now she s dead I draw the line. BINGO. Here s to good old Yale, drink it down, drink it down; Here s to good old Yale, drink it down, drink it down; Here s to good old Yale, She s so hearty and so hale, Drink it down, drink it down, drink it down, down, down. Choius. Balm of Gilead, Gilead, Balm of Gilead, Gilead, Balm of Gilead, Way down on the Bingo farm. We won t go there any more, we won t go there any more, we won t go there any more, Way down on the Bingo farm. Bingo, Bingo, Bingo, Bingo, Bingo, Bingo, Way down on the Bingo farm. 31 CO-CA-CHE-LUNK. When we first came on this campus, Freshmen we, as green as grass; Now, as grave and reverend Seniors, Smile we over the verdant past. Chorus. Co-ca-che-lunk-che-lunk-che-la-ly, Co-ca-che-lunk-che-lunk-che-lay, Co-ca-che-lunk-che-lunk-che-la-ly, Hi! O chik-a-che-lunk-che-lay. We have fought the fight together, We have struggled side by side; Broken is the bond that held us We must cut our sticks and slide. Some will go to Greece or Turkey, Some to Halifax or Rome; Some to Greenland s icy mountains More, perhaps, will stay at home. When we come again together, Vigintennial to pass, Wives and children all included, Won t we be an uproarious class? NUT BROWN MAIDEN. Nut brown maiden, thou hast a bright blue eye for love, Nut brown maiden, thou hast a bright blue eye; A bright blue eye is thine, love! The glance in it is mine, love! Nut brown maiden, thou hast a bright blue eye for love, Nut brown maiden, thou hast a bright blue eye. Nut brown maiden, thou hast a ruby lip to kiss, Nut brown maiden, thou hast a ruby lip; A ruby lip is thine, love! The kissing of it s mine, love! Nut brown maiden, thou hast a ruby lip to kiss, Nut brown maiden, thou hast a ruby lip. 32 Nut brown maiden, thou hast a slender waist to clasp, Nut brown maiden, thou hast a slender waist; A slender waist is thine, love! The arm around it s mine, love! Nut brown maiden, thou hast a slender waist to clasp, Nut brown maiden, thou hast a slender waist. Nut brown maiden, thou hast such pearly, pearly teeth, Nut brown maiden, thou hast such pearly teeth; The pearly teeth are false, love! They rattle when you waltz, love! Nut brown maiden, thou hast such pearly, pearly teeth, Nut brown maiden, thou hast such pearly teeth. ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR. Down by the stream where I first met Rebecca, Down by the stream where the sun loves to shine- Bright-hued the garlands I wove for Rebecca, Bright were her eyes as they gazed into mine. Chorus. One, two, three, four, Sometimes I wish there were more. Ein, zwei, drei, vier, I love the one that s near. Yet, nee, sam, see, So says the heathen Chinee. Fair girls bereft, There will get left, One, two and three. Down by the stream where I first met my treasure, One eve I asked her to love me alone. Her dark eyes made answer in sparkles of pleasure, And prouder was I than a king on his throne. Chorus. Down by the stream where I first met my idol, Garlands of wild flower no longer I weave; Bread-winning spares me no moments to idle, So garlands and stream-banks to spoonies I leave. 33 MRS. CRAIGIN S DAUGHTER. Oh, Missis Craigin s daughter, Her eyes are dark and bright; Her mother, too, has taught her To smile, and talk polite. And she has many virtues Which isnt hard to see, So Missis Craigin s daughter Is just the girl for me. Chorus. Oh, Missis Craigin s daughter Is the one that I adore; The presents that I ve bought her Would stock a country store; And though I can t support her Yet wedded we shall be; For Missis Craigin s daughter Is just the girl for me. Proposing seem d quite funny, But then I had to speak, And tho I ve got no money The wedding comes next week. Would ycu like some invitations, I ve got some in my purse; Just have a little patience And you ll hear it read next verse. Myself and Missis Craigin Request the honor of Your presence at the marriage Of her daughter, who s in love With Mister Enfield Duffy, A clever man, they say; Your presence will give pleasure "Responday s il vous play." 34 VIVE L AMOUR. Let every good fellow now fill up his glass, Vive la compagnie, And drink to the health of our glorious class, Vive la compagnie. Chorus. Vive la, vive la, vive 1 amour, Vive la, vive la, vive 1 amour, Vive 1 amour, vive 1 amour, vive la compagnie. Let every married man drink to his wife, Vive la compagnie, The joy of his bosom and plague of his life, Vive la compagnie. Come, fill up your glasses, I ll give you a toast, Vive la compagnie, Here s a health to our friend, our kind, worthy host, Vive la compagnie. . Since all with good humor I ve toasted so free, Vive la compagnie, I hope it will please you to drink now with me, Vive la compagnie. MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB. Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb, Mary had a little lamb, it s fleece was white as snow; And everywhere that Mary went, Mary went, Mary went; Everywhere that Mary went that lamb was sure to go. Chorus. Bleating of the lamb, Ba-a-ah, Ba-a-ah, O! ain t I glad to get out the wilderness, get out the wilder ness, get out the wilderness, Ain t I glad to get out the wilderness, leaning on the lamb. It followed her to school one day, school one day, school one day; It followed her to school one day, which was against the rule. It made the children laugh and play, laugh and play, laugh and play, Made the children laugh and play to see a lamb in school. 35 GOOD-BYE, MY LOVER, GOOD-BYE! The ship goes sailing down the bay, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! We may not meet for many a day, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! My heart will evermore be true, Tho now we sadly say adieu; Oh, kisses sweet I leave with you, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! Chorus. The ship goes sailing down the bay, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! Tis sad to tear my heart away! Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! I ll miss you on the stormy deep, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! What can I do but ever weep? Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! My heart is broken with regret! But never dream that I ll forget; I lov d you once, I love you yet, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! Then cheer up till we meet again, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! I ll try to bear my weary pain, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! Tho far I roam across the sea, My ev ry thought of you shall be, Oh, say you ll sometimes think of me, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! ROCKED IN THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP. Rock d in the cradle of the deep, I lay me down in peace to sleep; Secure I rest upon the wave, For Thou, O Lord, hast pow r to save. I know Thou wilt not slight my call, For Thou dost mark the sparrow s fall! Chorus. And calm and peaceful is my sleep, Rock d in the cradle of the deep, And calm and peaceful is my sleep, Rock d in the cradle of the deep. 36 WAY UP ON THE MOUNTAIN-TOP-TIP-TOP. Hark, I hear a voice, way up on the mountain-top-tip-top, Descending down below, descending down below. Chorus. Let us all unite in love, Trusting in the powers above. Merrily now we roll along, roll along, roll along, Merrily now we roll along, o er the deep blue sea. Little Jacky Homer, a-sitting in a corner, Eating a Christmas pie; He stuck in his thumb, and pulled out a plum, And said, "What a big boy am I!" Old Mother Hubbard, she went to the cupboard, To get her poor dog a bone; But when she got there the cupboard was bare, And so the poor doggy had none. JINGLE, BELLS. Dashing thro the snow, in a one-horse open sleigh; O er the fields we go, laughing all the way; Bells on bob- tail ring, making spirits bright; What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song to-night! Chorus. Jingle, bells! jingle, bells! jingle all the way! Oh! what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh! Jingle, bells! jingle, bells! jingle all the way! Oh! what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh! A day or two ago I thought I d take a ride, And soon Miss Fannie Bright was seated by my side. The horse was lean and lank; misfortune seem d his lot; He got into a drifted bank, and we, we got upsot. Now the ground is white; go it while you re young; Take the girls to-night, and sing this sleighing song. Just get a bob-tail d bay, two-forty for his speed; Then hitch him to an open sleigh, and crack! you ll take the lead. 37 MUSH, MUSH. Oh, twas there I lamed readin an writin , At Billy Brackett s where I wint to school; And twas there 1 lamed howlin an fi^htin Wid me schoolmaster, Mister O Toole, Him an me we had mony a scrimmage, An divil a copy I wrote; There was ne er a gossoon in the village Dared thread on the tail o me Chorus. Mush, mush, mush, tu-ral-i-a-dy, Sing mush, mush, mush, tu-ral-i-a! There was ne er a gossoon in the village Dared thread on the tail o me coat! Oh, twas there that I lamed all me courtin , Oh the lissons I tuck in the z.~t\ Till Cupid, the blackguard, while sportin , An arrow dhruv straight through me heart. Miss Judy O Connor, she lived jist forninst me, And tinder lines to her I wrote; If ye dare say wan hard word agin her, I ll thread on the tail o yer But a blackguard called Micky Maloney, Came an sthole her amctions away; Fur he d money an I hadn t ony, So I sint him a challenge nixt day. In the A. M. we met at Killarney, The Shannon we crossed in a boat; An I lathered him wid me shillaly, Fur he throd on the tail o me Oh, me fame wint abroad through the nation, An folks came a-flockin to see; An they cried out, widout hesitation: "You re a fightin man, Billy McGee!" Oh, I ve claned out the Finnigsn faction, An I ve licked all the Murphys a-float; If you re in fur a row or a ruction, Jist thread on the tail o me 38 RIG-A-JIG! As I was walking down the street, Heigho, heigho, heigho, heigho, A pretty girl I chanced to meet, Heigho, heigho, heigho. Chorus. Rig-a- jig-jig, and away we go, away we go, away we go, Rig-a-jig-jig, and away we go, heigho, heigho, heigho, Heigho, heigho, heigho, heigho, heigho, heigho, heigho, heigho, Rig-a-jig-jig, and away we go, Heigho, heigho, heigho. Said I to her, "What is your trade?" Heigho, heigho, heigho, heigho, Said she to me, "I m a weaver s maid," Heigho, heigho, heigho. THERE IS A TAVERN IN THE TOWN. There is a tavern in the town, in the town, And there my dear love sits him down, sits him down, And drinks his wine mid laughter free, And never, never thinks of me. Chorus. Fare thee well, for I must leave thee, Do not let this parting grieve thee, And remember that the best of friends must part, must part. Adieu, adieu, kind friends, adieu, adieu, adieu, I can no longer stay with you, stay with you, I ll hang my harp on a weeping willow tree, And may the world go well with thee. He left me for a damsel dark, damsel dark, Each Friday night they used to spark, used to spark, And now my love, once true to me, Takes that dark damsel on his knee. Oh! dig my grave both wide and deep, wide and deep, Put tombstones at my head and feet, head and feet, And on my breast carve a turtle dove, To signify I died of love. 39 THE BULL-DOG. Oh! the bull-dog on the bank, And the bull-frog in the pool, Oh! the bull-dog on the bank, And the bull-frog in the pool, Chorus. Oh! the bull-dog on the bank, And the bull-frog in the pool, The bull-dog called the bull-frog a green old water fool. Singing tra la la la la le-i-li-o, singing tra la la la la le-i-li-o, Singing tra la la la la la, singing tra la la la la la, Tra la la la, tra la la la, tra la le-i-li-o. Says the monkey to the owl, "Oh! what ll you have to drink?" "Why, since you are so very kind, I ll take a bottle of ink." Oh! the bull-dog in the yard, And the tom-cat on the roof, Are practising the Highland fling, And singing opera bouffe. Says the tom-cat to the dog: "Oh! set your ears agog, For Julie s about to tete-a-tete With Romeo, incog." Says the bull-dog to the cat: "Oh! what do you think they re at? They re spooning in the dead of night; But where s the harm in that?" Pharaoh s daughter on the bank, Little Moses in the pool, She fished him out with a telegraph pole, And sent him off to school. MEERSCHAUM PIPE. Oh, who will smoke my meerschaum pipe? Basses Meerschaum pipe? Oh, who will smoke my meerschaum pipe? Basses Meerschaum pipe? Oh, who will smoke my meerschaum pipe? When I am gone away? Basses Allie Bazan, Patsey Moran, Mary McCann, Cann, Cann! 40 Oh, who will wear my cast-off boots? Basses Cast-off boots? Oh, who will wear my cast-off boots? Basses Cast-off boots? Oh, who will wear my cast-off boots? When I am gone away? Basses Allie Bazan! Johnnie Moran! Mary McCann! Oh, who will squeeze her snow-white hand? Basses Snow-white hand? Oh, who will squeeze her snow-white hand? Basses Snow-white hand? Oh, who will squeeze her snow-white hand? When I am gone away? Basses Allie Bazan! Johnnie Moran! Mary McCann! Kazecazan, Yucatan, Kalamazoo! Oh, who will kiss her ruby lips? Basses Ruby lips? Oh, who will kiss her ruby lips? Basses Ruby lips? Oh, who will kiss her ruby lips? When I am gone away? Basses Allie Bazan! Johnnie Moran! Mary McCann! Kazecazan, Yucatan, Kalamazoo, Michigan. BAD MAN!!! SON OF A GAMBOLIER. Come, join my humble ditty, From Tippery town I steer, Like ev ry honest fellow, I take my lager beer, Like ev ry honest fellow, I take my whiskey clear; I m a rambling rake of poverty, The son of a Gambolier. The son of a, son of a, son of a, son of a, son of a Gambolier. The son of a, son of a, son of a, son of a, son of a Gambolier; Like every honest fellow, I take my whiskey clear, I m a rambling rake of poverty, The son of a Gambolier. 41 OVER THE BANISTER. Over the banister leans a face, Tenderly sweet and beguiling, While below her with tender grace, He watches the picture smiling. The light burns dim in the hall below, Nobody sees them standing, Saying good-night again soft and low, Half-way up to the landing. Nobody, only those eyes of brown, Tender and full of meaning, Gaze on the loveliest face in town, Over the banister leaning. Timid and tired, with downcast eyes, I wonder why she lingers, After all the good-nights are said? Somebody holds her fingers! Holds her fingers and draws her down, Suddenly growing bolder, Till her lovely hair lets its masses down Like a mantle over his shoulder. A question asked, a swift caress, She has fled like a bird from the stairway, But over the banister comes a "yes," That brightens the world for him alway. MY LAST CIGAR. Twas off the blue Canary Isles, A glorious summer day, I sat upon the quarter deck, And whiffed my cares away; And as the volumned smoke arose, Like incense in the air, I breath d a sigh to think, in tooth, It was my last cigar. Chorus. It was my last cigar; It was my last cigar; I breath d a sigh to think, in sooth, It was my last cigar. I leaned upon the quarter rail, And looked down in the sea, E en there the purple wreath of smoke Was curling gracefully. 42 Oh, what had I at such a time, To do with wasting care? Alas! the trembling tear proclaimed It was my last cigar. I watched the ashes as it came Fast drawing to the end; I watched it as a friend would watch Beside a dying friend; But still the flame crept slowly on, It vanished into air; I threw it from me, spare the tale, It was my last cigar. I ve seen the land of all I love Fade in the distance dim; I ve watched above the blighted heart, Where once proud hope had been; But I ve never known a sorrow That could with that compare, When off the blue Canary Isles, I smoked my last cigar. GOOD-BYE, MY LITTLE LADY. The boats are pushing from the shore, Good-bye, my little lady! With brawny arm and trusty oar, Each man is up and ready! I see our colors dancing, Where sun-lit waves are glancing, A fond "adieu" I ll say to you, My lady true and fair! Chorus. Good-bye, good-bye, my lady sweet! Good-bye, my little lady! Good-bye, good-bye, again we ll meet; So here s farewell, my lady! The oars are flashing o er the blue, And on the shore she lingers; I see her wave a fond adieu 1 , With white and dainty fingers! Away! our stroke is steady! We ve gained the lead already! My lady s eyes shall see the prize, The prize, my lads, we ll win! 43 THE TARPAULIN JACKET. A tall, stalwart Lancer lay dying, And as on his death-bed he lay, he lay, To his friends who around him were sighing, These last dying words he did say: Chorus. Wrap me up in my tarpaulin jacket, jacket, And say a poor buffer lies low, lies low; And six stalwart Lancers shall carry me, carry me, With steps solemn, mournful, and slow. Had I the wings of a little dove, Far, far away would I fly, I d fly, Straight for the arms of my true love, And there would I lay me and die. Then get you two little white tombstones, Put them, one at my head and my toe, my toe, And get you a pen-knife and scratch there: "Here lies a poor buffer below." And get you six brandies and sodas, And set them all out in a row, a row, And get you six jolly good fellows, To drink to this buffer below. And then in the calm of the twilight, When the soft winds are whispering low, so low, And the darkening shadows are falling, Sometimes think of this buffer below. PEANUT SONG. The man who has plenty of good peanuts, And giveth his neighbor none, Chorus. He shan t have any of my peanuts When his peanuts are gone. When his peanuts are gone, When his peanuts are gone, He shan t have any of my peanuts When his peanuts are gone. 44 The man who has plenty of good oranges, And giveth his neighbor none, etc. The man who has plenty of soft, sweet soda cracKers, And giveth his neighbor none, etc. The man who has plenty of ripe, red, strawberry short-cake, And giveth his neighbor none, etc. That man who has any salt-junk, And will give his neighbor none, etc. SOLOMON LEVI. My name is Solomon Levi, at my store on Salem street, That s where you ll buy your coats and vests, and ev ry- thing that s neat; I ve second-hand ulsterettes, and ev rything that s fine, For all the boys they trade with me, at a hundred and forty-nine. Chorus. O, Solomon Levi! Levi! tra la la la! Poor Sheeny Levi, tra la la la la la la la la la, My name is Solomon Levi, at my store on Salem street, That s where you ll buy your coats and vests, and ev rything else that s neat; Second-handed ulsterettes and ev rything else that s fine, For all the boys they trade with me, at a hundred and forty-nine. And if a bummer comes along to my store on Salem street, And tries to hang me up for coats and vests so very neat; I kicks the bummer right out of my store, and on him sets my pup, For I won t sell clothing to any man who tries to set me up. 45 INTEGER VITAE. Integer vitae scelerisque purus Non eget Mauris jaculis, nee arcu, Nee venenatis gravida sagittis, Fusee, pharetra. Sive per Syrtes iter aestuosas, Sive facturus per inhospitalem Caucasum, vel quae loca fabulosus Lambit Hydaspes. Namque me silva lupus in Sabina, Dum meam canto Lalagen, et ultra Terminum curis vagor expeditus, Fugit inermem: Quale portentum neque militaris Daunias latis alit aesculetis, Nee Jubae tellus generat, leonum Arida nutrix. Pone sub curru nimium propinqui Solis, in terra domibus negata; Dulce ridentem Lalagen amabo, Dulce loquentem. GAUDEAMUS. Gaudeamus igitur, Juvenes dum sumus; Gaudeamus igitur, Juvenes dum sumus; Chorus. Post jucundam juventutem, Post molestam senectutem, Nos habebit humus, Nos habebit humus. Ubi sunt, qui ante nos In mundo fuere? Transeas ad superos, Abeas ad inferos, Quos si vis videre. Alma Mater floreat, Quae nos educavit, Caros et commilitones, Dissitas in regiones Sparsos congregavit. 46 FUNICULI, FUNICULA. Some think the world is made for fun and frolic, And so do I! And so do I! Some think it well to be all melancholic, To pine and sigh; to pine and sigh; But I, I love to spend my time in singing Some joyous song; some joyous song; To set the air with music bravely ringing Is far from wrong! Is far from wrong! Chorus. Listen! Listen! Echoes sound afar! Listen! Listen! Echoes sound afar! Tra la la la, tra la la la, tra la la la, tra la la la! Echoes sound afar! Tra la la la, tra la la la! Some think it wrong to set the feet a-dancing, But not so I! But not so I! Some think that eyes should keep from coyly glancing, Upon the sly! Upon the sly! But oh! to me the mazy dance is charming, Divinely sweet! Divinely sweet! And surely there is nought that is alarming In nimble feet! In nimble feet! Chorus. Listen! Listen! Music sounds afar! Listen! Listen! Music sounds afar! Tra la la la, tra la la la, tra la la la, tra la la la! Music sounds afar! Tra la la la, tra la la la! iLh me! tis strange that some should take to sighing, And like it well! And like it well! For me I have not thought it worth the trying, So cannot tell! So cannot tell! With laugh and dance and song the day soon passes, Full soon is gone. Full soon is gone. For mirth was made for joyous lads and lassies To call their own! To call their own! Chorus. Listen! Listen! Hark, the soft guitar! Listen! Listen! Hark, the soft guitar! Tra la la la, tra la la la, tra la la la, tra la la la! Hark, the soft guitar! Tra la la la, tra la la la? 47 ETON BOATING SONG. Jolly boating weather, And a hay-harvest breeze, Blade on the "feather," Shade off the trees, Swing, swing together With your backs between your knees, Let us swing, swing together With your backs between your knees. Skirting past the rushes, Ruffling o er the weeds, Where the lock-stream gushes, Where the wild duck feeds, Let us see how the wine-glass blushes At supper beyond the meads, Let us see how the wine-glass blushes At supper beyond the meads. Some may be more clever, Others can make more row, But we ll row forever, Steady from stroke to bow, And nothing in life shall sever The chain that is round us now, And nothing in life shall sever The chain that is round us now. Twenty years hence, this weather, May tempt us from office stools, We may be slow to "feather," And seem to the boys "old fools," But we ll still swing together And swear by "the best of schools," And we ll still swing together, And swear by "the best of schools." Others will fill our places, Dress d in the well-known hue, We ll recollect our races, We ll to the flag be true, And youth will still be in our faces When we cheer for the old-time crew, And youth will still be in our faces When we cheer for the old-time crew. 48 CROW SONG. There were three crows sat on a tree, O Billy Magee Magar! There were three crows sat on a tree, O Billy Magee Magar! There were three crows sat on a tree, And they were black as crows could be, Chorus. And they all flapped their wings and cried- Caw, Caw, Caw, Billy Magee Magar! And they all flapped their wings and cried- Billy Magee Magar! Said one old crow unto his mate, O Billy Magee Magar! Said one old crow unto his mate, O Billy Magee Magar! Said one old crow unto his mate, "What shall we do for grub to ate?" "There lies a horse on yonder plain, O Billy Magee Magar! "There lies a horse on yonder plain, O Billy Magee Magar! "There lies a horse on yonder plain, Who s by some cruel butcher slain," "We ll perch ourselves on his backbone, O Billy Magee Magar! "We ll perch ourselves on his backbone, O Billy Magee Magar! "We ll perch ourselves on his backbone, And pick his eyes out one by one." DEAR EVELINA, SWEET EVELINA. Way down in the meadow where the lily first glows, Where the wind from the mountains ne er ruffles the rose, Lives fond Evelina, the sweet little dove, The pride of the valley, the girl that I love. Chorus. Dear Evelina, sweet Evelina, My love for thee shall never, never die; Dear Evelina, sweet Evelina, My love for thee shall never, never die. 49 She s fair like a rose, like a lamb she is meek, And she never was known to put paint on her cheek; In the most graceful curls hangs her raven-black hair, And she never requires perfumery there. Evelina and I one fine evening in June Took a walk all alone by the light of the moon, The planets all shone, for the heavens were clear, And I felt round the heart tremendously queer. Three years have gone by and I ve not got a dollar, Evelina still lives in that green, grassy holler, Although I am fated to marry her never, I ve sworn that I ll love her forever and ever. LANDLORD, FILL THE FLOWING BOWL. Come, landlord, filll the flowing bowl, Until it doth run over, Come, landlord, fill the flowing bowl, Until it doth run over. Chorus. For tonight we ll merry, merry be, For tonight we ll merry, merry be, For tonight we ll merry, merry be, Tomorrow we ll be sober. The man that drinks good whiskey punch, And goes to bed right mellow, Lives as he ought to live, And dies a jolly fellow. The man who drinks cold water pure, And goes to bed quite sober, Falls as the leaves do fall, So rarely in October. But he who drinks just what he likes, And getteth "half seas over," Will live until he dies, perhaps, And then lie down in clover. A pretty girl that gets a kiss, And goes and tells her mother, Does a very foolish thing, And don t deserve another. 50 NOAH S ARK. Old Noah he built himself an ark, There s one more river to cross! He built it all of hickory bark, There s one more river to cross! Chorus. One more river, And that s the river of Jordan; One more river, There s one more river to cross. The animals went in one by one, There s one more river to cross! And Japhet with a big bass-drum, There s one more river to cross! The animals went in two by two, There s one more river to cross! The elephant and the kangaroo, There s one more river to cross! The animals went in three by three, There s one more river to cross! The hippopotamus and the bumble-bee, There s one more river to cross! The animals went in fives by fives, There s one more river to cross! Shem, Ham, and Japhet, and their wives, There s one more river to cross! And as they talked on this and that, There s one more river to cross! The ark it bumped on Ararat, There s one more river to cross! Oh, Mrs. Noah, she got drunk, There s one more river to cross! And kicked the old gentleman out of his bunk, There s one more river to cross! Oh, Noah, he went on a spree, There s one more river to cross! And banished Ham to Afrikee, There s one more river to cross! 51 THE LONE FISH-BALL. There was a man went up and down To seek a dinner thro the town. There was a man went up and down To seek a dinner thro the town. Chorus. There was a man went up and down To seek a dinner thro the town. What wretch is he who wife forsakes, Who best of jam and waffles makes? What wretch is he who wife forsakes, Who best of jam and waffles makes? Chorus. What wretch is he, etc. He feels his cash to know his pence, And finds he has but just six cents. He finds at last a right cheap place, And enters in with modest face. The bill of fare he searches through, To see what his six cents will do. The cheapest viand of them all Is "Twelve and a half cents for two fish-balls. The waiter he to him doth call, And gently whispers "One fish-ball." The waiter roars it through the hall, The guests they start at "One fish-ball!" The guest then says, quite ill at ease, "A piece of bread, sir, if you please." The waiter roars it through the hall, "We don t give bread with one fish-ball ! ; Moral: Who would have bread with his fish-ball Must get it first or not at all. Who would fish-ball with fixins eat, Must get some friend to stand a treat. 52 OLD FAVORITES THE SPANISH CAVALIER. A Spanish cavalier stood in his retreat, And on his guitar play d a tune, dear; The music so sweet, they d oft-times repeat, The blessing of my country and you, dear. Chorus. Say, darling, say, when I m far away, Sometimes you may think of me, dear; Bright sunny days will soon fade away; Remember what I say, and be true, dear. I am off to the war, to the war I must go, To fight for my country and you, dear; But if I should fall, in vain I would call, The blessing of my country and you, dear. And when the war is o er, to you I ll return, Back to my country and you, dear; But if I be slain, you may seek me in vain, Upon the battlefield you will find me. HOME, SWEET HOME. Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there s no place like home; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek thro the world, is ne er met with elsewhere. Chorus. Home, home, sweet, sweet, home, There s no place like home, Oh, there s no place like home. I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild, And feel that my mother now thinks of her child; As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door, Thro the woodbine whose fragrance shall cheer me no more. An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain; Oh, give me my lowly thatch d cottage again; The birds singing gaily, that came at my call; Give me them, and that peace of mind, dearer than all. 53 THE BLUE BELLS OF SCOTLAND. Oh, where! and oh, where! is your Highland laddie gone? Oh, where! and oh, where! is your Highland laddie gone? He s gone to fight the foe, for King George upon the throne; And it s oh! in my heart, How I wish him safe at home! Oh, where! and oh, where! does your Highland laddie dwell? Oh, where! and oh, where! does your Highland laddie dwell? He dwells in merry Scotland, At the sign of the Blue Bell; And it s oh! in my heart, That I love my laddie well! What clothes, in what clothes is your Highland laddie clad? What clothes, in what clothes is your Highland laddie clad? His bonnet s Saxon green, And his waistcoat of the plaid; And it s oh! in my heart, That I love my Highland lad! Suppose, and suppose that your Highland lad should die? Suppose, and suppose that your Highland lad should die? The bagpipes shall play over him; I d lay me down and cry; And it s oh! in my heart, That I wish he may not die! THE CAMPBELLS ARE COMING. The Campbells are comin , O ho, O ho! The Campbells are comin , O ho, O ho! The Campbells are comin to bonnie Lochlaven; The Campbells are comin , O ho, O ho! Upon the Lomonds I lay, I lay, Upon the Lomonds I lay, I lay; I looked down to bonnie Lochlaven, And heard three bonnie pipers play. 54 Chorus. The Campbells are comin , O ho, O ho! The Campbells are comin , O ho, O ho! The Campbells are comin to bonnie Lochlaven The Campbells are comin , O ho, O ho! The great Argyle he goes before, He makes his cannon loudly roar; Wi sound of trumpet, pipe, and drum, The Campbells are comin , O ho, O ho! The Campbells they are a in arms, Their loyal faith and truth to show; Wi banners rattlin in the wind, The Campbells are comin O ho, O ho! JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO. John Andersen, my Jo, John, when nature first began To try her cannie hand, John, Her master work was man; And you amang them a , John, Sae trig frae tap to toe, Ye proved to be nae journey-work, John Anderson, my Jo. John Andersen, my Jo, John, >e were my first conceit, I think nae shame to own, John; I lo ed ye ear and late; They say ye re turning auld, John; And what tho it be so? You re aye the same guid man to me, John Anderson, my Jo. John Andersen, my Jo, John, when we where first acquaint, Your locks were like the raven, John, Your bonnie brow was brent; But now your brow is bald, John, Your locks are like the snow; Yet blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my Jo. 55 ANNIE LAURIE. Maxwelton s braes are bonnie, Where early fa s the dew, And twas there that Annie Laurie Gave me her promise true; Gave me her promise true, Which ne er forgot will be; And for bonnie Annie Laurie, I d lay me down and dee. Her brow is like the snawdrift, Her throat is like the swan; Her face it is the fairest That e er the sun shone on; That e er the sun shone on, And dark blue is her e e; And for bonnie Annie Laurie, I d lay me down and dee. Like dew on th gowan lying Is th fa o her fairy feet, And like winds in summer sighing, Her voice is low and sweet; Her voice is low and sweet, And she s a the world to me; And for bonnie Annie Laurie, I d lay me down and dee. THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow and fleet from my arms, Like fairy gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored as this moment thou art: Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, And thy cheek s unprofaned by a tear, That the fervor and faith of a soul can be known, To which time will but make thee more dear, Oh, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close: As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets The same look that she gave when he rose. 56 WAIT FOR THE WAGON. Will you come with me, my Phillis dear, to yon blue moun tain free, Where the blossoms smell the sweetest, come rove along with me. It s ev ry Sunday morning, when I am by your side, We ll jump into the wagon, and all take a ride. Chorus. Wait for the wagon, Wait for the wagon, Wait for the wagon, and we ll all take a ride. Where the river runs like silver, and the birds they sing so sweet, I have a cabin, Phillis, and something good to eat; Come listen to my story, it will relieve my heart; So jump into the wagon, and off we will start. Do you believe, my Phillis dear, old Mike with all his wealth Can make you half so happy as I with youth and health? We ll have a little farm, a horse, a pig and cow, And you will mind the dairy, while I do guide the plow. Your lips are red as poppies, your hair so slick and neat, All braided up with dahlias, and hollyhocks so sweet; It s ev ry Sunday morning, when I am by your side, We ll jump into the wagon, and all take a ride. Together on life s journey we ll travel till we stop, And if we have no trouble, we ll reach the happy top; Then come with me, sweet Phillis, my dear, my lovely bride; We ll jump into the wagon, and all take a ride. DRINK TO ME ONLY WITH THINE EYES. Drink to me only with thine eyes, and I will pledge with mine, Or leave a kiss within the cup, and I ll not ask for wine; The thirst that from the soul doth rise, doth ask a drink divine, But might I of Jove s nectar sip, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a roseate wreath, not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope that there it could not withered be; But thou thereon did st only breathe, and send st it back to me, Since when it grows and smells, I swear, not of itself, but thee. 57 SOLDIER S FAREWELL. How can I bear to leave thee, One parting kiss I give thee; And then, whate er befall me, I go where honor calls me. Chorus. Farewell, farewell, my own true love. Farewell, farewell, my own true love. Ne er more may I behold thee, Or to this heart enfold thee; With spear and pennon glancing, I see the foe advancing. I think of thee with longing, Think thou, when tears are thronging, That with my last faint sighing, I ll whisper soft when dying. COMIN THRO THE RYE. If a body meet a body, Comin thro the rye, If a body kiss a body, Need a body cry? Ev ry lassie has her laddie; Nane, they say, ha e I; Yet a the lads they smile on me, When comin thro the rye. If a body meet a body, Comin frae the town, If a body greet a body, Need a body frown? Ev ry lassie has her laddie; Nane, they say, ha e I; Yet a the lads they smile on me, When comin thro the rye. Amang the train there is a swain, I dearly love mysel . But what s his name, or where s his hame, I dinna choose to tell. Ev ry lassie has her laddie; Nane, they say, ha e I; Yet a the lads they smile on me, When comin thro the rye. 58 AULD LANG SYNE. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days of auld lang syne? Chorus. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We ll tak a cup o kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa ha e run aboot the braes, And pu d the gowans fine, We ve wander d mony a weary foot Sin auld lang syne. We twa ha e sported i the burn, Frae mornin sun till dine, But seas between us braid ha e roared Sin auld lang syne. And here s a hand, my trusty frien , And gie s a hand o thine, We ll tak a cup o kindness yet, For auld lang syne. SWEET AND LOW. Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea; Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea; Over the rolling waters go, Come from the djing mocn and blow; Blow him again to me, While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest on mother s breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west, Under the silver moon; Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. 59 BEN BOLT. Oh! don t you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt, Sweet Alice whose hair was so brown, Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile, And trembled with fear at your frown? In the old church-yard, in the valley, Ben Bolt, In a corner obscure and alone, They have fitted a slab of the granite so gray, And sweet Alice lies under the stone; They have fitted a slab of the granite so gray, And sweet Alice lies under the stone. Under the hickory tree, Ben Bolt, Which stood at the foot of the hill, Together we ve lain in the noonday shade, And listened to Appleton s mill. The mill-wheel has fallen to pieces, Ben Bolt, The rafters have tumbled in, And a quiet that crawls round the walls as you gaze Has followed the olden din; And a quiet that crawls round the walls as you gaze Has followed the olden din. And don t you remember the school, Ben Bolt, With the master so kind and so true, And the shaded nook by the running brook, Where the fairest wild flow rs grew? Grass grows on the master s grave, Ben Bolt, The spring of the brook is dry, And of all the boys who were schoolmates then, There are only you and I; And of all the boys who were schoolmates then, There are only you and I. There is change in the things I loved, Ben Bolt, They have changed from the old to the new; But I feel in the depths of my spirit the truth, There never was change in you. Twelve months twenty have past, Ben Bolt, Since first we were friends yet I hail Thy presence a blessing, thy friendship a truth, Ben Bolt, of the salt-sea gale; Thy presence a blessing, thy friendship a truth, Ben Bolt, of the salt-sea gale! 60 THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER. Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone; No flower of her kindred, No rosebud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I ll not leave thee, thou lone one, To pine on the stem, Since the lovely are sleeping, Go sleep thou with them; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. So soon may I follow, When friendships decay, And from love s shining circle The gems drop away; When true hearts lie withered, And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone! OFT IN THE STILLY NIGHT. Oft in the stilly night, ere slumber s chain hath bound me, Fond mem ry brings the light of other days around me, The smiles, the tears of childhood s years, the words of love then spoken, The eyes that shone, now dimm d and gone, the cheerful hearts now broken: Chorus. Thus, in the stilly night, ere slumber s chain hath bound me, Sad mem ry brings the light of other days around me. When I remember all the friends so link d together I ve seen around me fall, like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one who treads alone some banquet hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, whose garlands dead, and all but him departed. 61 ROBIN ADAIR. What s this dull town to me? Robin s not near. What was t I wished to see, What wish d to hear? Where s all the joy and mirth, That made this town a heaven on earth? Oh! they re all fled with thee, Robin Adair. What made th assembly shine? Robin Adair. What made the ball so fine? Robin was there. What, when the play was o er, What made my heart so sore? Oh! it was parting with Robin Adair. But now thou rt cold to me, Robin Adair. But now thou rt cold to me, Robin Adair. Yet him I loved so well, Still in my heart shall dwell; Oh! I can ne er forget Robin Adair. LISTEN TO THE MOCKING-BIRD. I m dreaming now of Hallie, sweet Hallie, sweet Hallie, I m dreaming now of Hallie, For the thought of her is one that never dies; She s sleeping in the valley, the valley, the valley, She s sleeping in the valley, And the mocking-bird is singing where she lies. Chorus. Listen to the mocking-bird, Listen to the mocking-bird, The mocking-bird still singing o er her grave; Listen to the mocking-bird, Listen to the mocking-bird, Still singing where the weeping willows wave. 62 Ah! well I yet remember, remember, remember, Ah! well I yet remember, When we 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. When the charms of spring awaken, awaken, awaken, When the charms of spring awaken, And the mocking-bird is singing on the bough, I feel like one forsaken, forsaken, forsaken, I feel like one forsaken, Since my Hallie is no longer with me now. GOD BE WITH YOU. God be with you till we meet again; By His counsels guide, uphold you, With His sheep securely fold you; God be with you till we meet again. Refrain. Till me meet, till we meet, Till we meet at Jesus feet; Till we meet, till we meet, God be with you till we meet again. God be with you till we meet again; Neath His wings protecting hide you, Daily manna still divide you; God be with you till we meet again. God be with you till we meet again; When life s perils thick confound you, Put His arms unfailing round you; God be with you till we meet again. God be with you till we meet again; Keep love s banner floating o er you, Smite death s threatening wave before you; God be with you till we meet again. 63 THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET. How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, And ev ry loved spot which my infancy knew, The wide-spreading pond, and the mill that stood by it, The bridge and the rock where the cataract fell; The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it, And e en the rude bucket that hung in the well. The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket that hung in the well. That moss-covered bucket I hailed as a treasure, For often at noon, when I returned 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-covered 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, Tho filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips. And now, far removed from the loved habitation, The tear of regret will intrusively swell, As fancy reverts to my father s plantation, And sighs for the bucket that hung in the well; The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hangs in the well. I FOUND A HORSE-SHOE. I found a horse-shoe, I found a horse-shoe, I picked it up and hung it on the wall. It was a rusty one, and full of nail holes. T will bring good luck, good luck forevermore. 64 POPULAR^ SONGS WHITE WINGS. Sail! home, as straight as an arrow, My yacht shoots along on the crest of the sea; Sail! home, to sweet Maggie Darrow, In her dear little home she is waiting for me. High up! where the cliffs they are craggy, There s where the girl of my heart waits for me! Heigh! ho, I long for you, Maggie, I ll spread out my "white wings" and sail home to thee. Yo ! ho, how we go ! Oh, how the winds blow! Chorus. "White wings," they never grow weary, They carry me cheerily over the sea; Night comes, I long for my dearie, I ll spread out my "white wings" and sail home to thee! Sail! home, to love and caresses, When Maggie, my darling, is there at my side; Sail! home, blue eyes and gold tresses, The fairest of all is my own little bride. Sail! home, to part from thee never, Always together life s voyage shall be; Sail! home, to love thee forever! I ll spread out my "white wings" and sail home to thee. Yo! ho, how we go! Oh, how the winds blow! THOU ART MY OWN LOVE. Thou art my own love, believe me, Promise you ne er will deceive me, Ah, would that thou wert mine! Cupid, thou art but a rover, Seeking forever Some foolish rogue of a lover, You will find him, never fear. And oh, we ll dine on the fat of the land, O yes, we ll dine When we have married been, my love, When we have married been, my love, And oh, we ll dine on the fat of the land, O yes, we ll dine When we have married been. 65 JUANITA. Soft o er the fountain, Ling ring falls the southern moon; Far o er the mountain Breaks the day too soon! In thy dark eyes splendor, Where the warm light loves to dwell, Weary looks, yet tender, Speak their fond farewell! Nita! Juanita! Ask thy soul if we should part! Nita! Juanita! Lean thou on my heart. When in thy dreaming, Moons like these shall shine again, And daylight beaming, Prove thy dreams are vain. Wilt thou not, relenting, For thine absent lover sigh, In thy heart consenting To a prayer gone by? Nita! Juanita! Let me linger by thy side! Nita! Juanita! Be my own fair bride! WHAT CAN THE MATTER BE? Oh, dear! what can the matter be? Dear, dear! what can the matter be? Oh, dear! what can the matter be? Johnny s so long at the fair. He promised to buy me a trinket to please me, And then for a smile, oh, he vowed he would tease me. He promised to bring me a bunch of blue ribbons To tie up my bonnie brown hair. Oh, dear! what can the matter me? Dear, dear! what can the matter be? Oh, dear! what can the matter be? Johnny s so long at the fair. He promised to bring me a basket of posies, A garland of lilies, a gift of red roses, A little staw hat to set off the blue ribbons That tie up my bonnie brown hair. 66 GOOD-BYE, DOLLY GRAY. I have come to say good-bye, Dolly Gray, It s no use to ask me why, Dolly Gray, There s a murmur in the air, You can hear it everywhere, It is time to do and dare, Dolly Gray. Don t you hear the tramp of feet, Dolly Gray, Sounding through the village street, Dolly Gray, "Tis the tramp of soldiers true In their uniforms of blue, I must say good-bye to you, Dolly Gray! Chorus. Good-bye, Dolly, I must leave you, Tho it breaks my heart to go, Something tells me I am needed at the front to fight the foe. See the boys in blue are marching, And I can no longer stay. Hark! I hear the bugle calling, Good-bye, Dolly Gray! Hear the rolling of the drums, Dolly Gray, Back from war the reg ment comes, Dolly Gray. On your lovely face so fair, I can see a look of care, For your soldier boy s not there, Dolly Gray. For the one you loved so well, Dolly Gray, In the midst of battle fell, Dolly Gray, With his face towards the foe; As he died he murmured low, "I must say good-bye and go, Dolly Gray!" HE NEVER CARES TO WANDER. For he never cares to wander from his own fireside; He never cares to wander or to roam. With his children on his knee, he s as happy as can be; For there s no place like home, sweet home. 67 LOCH LOMOND. By yon bonnie banks, and by yon bonnie braes, Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomon , Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae, On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomon . Chorus. Oh! ye ll tak the high-road and I ll tak the low-road, And I ll be in Scotland afore ye, But me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomon . Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen, On the steep, steep side o Ben Lomon , Where in purple hue the Hieland hills we view, And the moon coming out in the gloaming. The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring, And in sunshine the waters are sleeping, But the broken heart it kens nae second spring again, Tho the waefu may cease frae their greeting. DUNDERBECK. There was a fat old Dutchman, and his name was Dunderbeck, He was very fond of sausages, and sauerkraut, and speck; He kept a great big butcher shop, the finest ever seen, And he got him out a patent for a sausage-meat machine. Chorus. O Dunderbeck! O Dunderbeck! How could you be so mean! I m sorry you e er invented that wonderful machine; For pussy-cats and long- tailed rats will nevermore be seen; For they ll all be ground to sausage-meat In Dunderbeck s machine. One day a very little boy came walking in the store, To buy a pound of sausage-meat, and eggs a half a score; And then while he was standing there he whistled up a tune, And the sausages began to dance and hop about the room. But something got the matter, the machine it would not go, So Dunderbeck, he crawled inside, the reason for to know; His wife, she had the nightmare, and walking in her sleep, She gave the crank a h 1 of a yank, and Dunderbeck was meat. 68 ON THE ROAD TO MANDALAY. By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin eastward to the sea, There s a Burma giri a-settin and I know she thinks o me; For the wind is in the palm trees, and the temple bells they say: "Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!" Come you back to Mandalay, Where the old Flotilla lay; Can t you ear their paddles chunkin from Rangoon to Man dalay? Chorus. On the road to Mandalay, Where the flyin fishes play, An the dawn comes up like thunder outer China crost the bay! Er petticoat was yaller an er little cap was green, An er name was Su-pi-yaw-lat jes the same as Thee-baw s Queen, An I seed her first a-smokin of a whackin white cheroot; An a-wastin Christian kisses on an eathen idol s foot; Bloomin idol made of mud What they call the Great Gawd Budd Plucky lot she cared for idols when I kissed er where she stud! I am sick of wastin leather on these gritty pavin stones, An the blasted Henglish drizzle wakes the fever in my bones; Tha I walks with fifty ousemaids outer Chelsea to the Strand An they talks a-lot of lovin , but what do they understand? Beefy face and grubby and Law! wot do they understand? I ve a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land! Ship me somewheres east of Suez where the best is like the worst, Where there aren t no Ten Commandments, an a man can raise a thirst; For the temple bells are callin , an it s there that I would be By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin lazy at the sea On the road to Mandalay, Where the old Flotilla lay, With our sick beneath the awnings when we went to Man dalay! 69 BONNY ELOISE. O, sweet is the vale where the Mohawk gently glides On its clear winding way to the sea, And dearer than all storied streams on earth besides Is this bright rolling river to me; But sweeter, dearer, yes, dearer far than these, Who charms where others all fail, Is blue-eyed, bonny, bonny Eloise, The Belle of the Mohawk Vale. Chorus. But sweeter, dearer, yes, dearer far than these, Who charms where others all fail, Is blue-eyed, bonny, bonny Eloise, The Belle of the Mohawk Vale. O, sweet are the scenes of my boyhood s sunny years, That be-spangle the gay valley o er, And dear are the friends seen thro memory s fond tears, That have lived in the blest days of yore; But sweeter, dearer, yes, dearer far than these, Who charms where others all fail, Is blue-eyed, bonny, bonny Eloise, The Belle of the Mohawk Vale. O, sweet are the moments when dreaming i roam, Thro my loved haunts, now mossy and grey, And dearer than all is my childhood s hallow d home, That is crumbling now slowly away; But sweeter, dearer, dearer far than these, Who charms where others all fail, Is blue-eyed, bonny, bonny Eloise, The Belle of the Mohawk Vale. DANUBE RIVER. Do you recall that night in June, Upon the Danube river? We listened to a Landler tune, We watched the moonbeams quiver? I oft since then have watched the moon, But never, love, oh, never, Can I forget that night in June, Upon the Danube river! Can I forget that night in June, Upon the Danube River! 70 Chorus. Can I forget that night in June, Upon the Danube river! Can I forget that night in June, Upon the Danube river! Our boat kept measure with its oar, The music rose in snatches, From peasants dancing on the shore, With boisterous songs and catches: I know not why that Landler rang Through all my soul, but never, never, Can I forget the songs they sang, Upon the Danube river! Can I forget the songs they sang, Upon the Danube River! (Repeat last four lines for chorus.) AN OLD SPANISH PROVERB. There s an old Spanish proverb, Which goes very much like this: "A man is half in Heaven When he gets a woman s kiss." If you want the golden apple You must find the tree and shake i If the thing is worth the having, And you want a kiss, why, take it. There s no use in waiting longer, For the sweetness may forsake it, So I tell thee, bashful lover, If you want a kiss, why, take it. (Irish version.) There s an ancient Irish proverb, And its meaning s very clear, If the eyes you love are distant, Then make love to eyes more near. Just because one rose is missing, Should its fellows be less prized? Other fragrant buds are glowing, Should their beauty be despised? When the world is full of music, Should we long one voice lament? With new beams of beauty near us, Should we fail to be content? 71 THE OWL AND THE PUSSY CAT. The Owl and the PUSSTJ Cat went to sea in a beautiful pea- green boat; They took some honey and plenty of money, wrapped up in a five-pound note, The Owl looked up to the stars above, and sang to a small guitar: "O lovely Pussy, O Pussy my love, what a beautiful Pussy you are!" Pussy said to the Owl: "You elegant fowl, how charmingly sweet you sing! O, let us be married, too long we have tarried; but what shall we do for a ring?" They sailed away for a year and a day, to the land where the bong tree grows, And there in a wood, a Piggy Wig stood, with a ring in the end of his nose. "Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for a shilling your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will!" So they took it away, and were married next day by the Turkey who lives on the hill. They dined on mince and slices of quince, which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, they danced by the light of the moon. BLOW, YE WINDS, HEIGH-HO! A capital ship for an ocean trip Was the Walloping Window Blind! No wind that blew dismayed her crew, Or troubled the Captain s mind; The man at the wheel was made to feel Contempt for the wildest blow-ow, Tho it often appeared, when the gale had cleared, That he d been in his bunk below. Chorus. Then blow, ye winds, heigh-ho! A-roving I will go! I ll stay no more on England s shore, So let the music play-ay-ay! I m off for the morning train! I ll cross the raging main! I m off to my love with a boxing glove, Ten thousand miles away! 72 The bo s n s mate was very sedate, Yet fond of amusement too; He played hop-scotch with the starboard watch, While the captain, he tickled the crew! And the gunner we had was apparently mad, For he sat on the after rai-ai-ail, And fired salutes with the captain s boots, In the teeth of the booming gale! The captain sat on the Commodore s hat, And dined in a royal way, Off toasted pigs and pickles and figs And gunnery bread each day. And the cook was Dutch, and behaved as such, For the diet he gave the crew-ew-ew Was a number of tons of hot cross-buns Served up with sugar and glue. All nautical pride we laid aside, And we ran the vessel ashore On the Gulliby Isles, where the Poopoo smiles, And the rubbly Ubdugs roar. And we sat on the edge of a sandy ledge And shot at the whistling bee-ee-ee; And the cinnamon bats wore waterproof hats As they dipped in the shiny sea. On Rugbug bark, from morn till dark, We dined till we all had grown Uncommonly shrunk; when a Chinese junk Came up from the Torriby Zone. She was chubby and square, but we didn t much care, So we cheerily put to sea-ee-ee; And left all the crew of the junk to chew On the bark of the Rugbug tree. SALLY IN OUR ALLEY. Of all the girls that I have known, There s none like pretty Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives down in our alley. There s ne er a lady in the land That s half so sweet as Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives down in our alley. 73 PERRI MERRI DICTUM, DOMINE. I had four brothers over the sea; Perri merri dictum, Domine, And they each sent a present unto me; Partum quartern peredicentum, Perri merri dictum, Domine. The first sent me cherries without any stones; Perri merri dictum, Domine, The second sent a chicken without any bones; Partum quartern peredicentum, Perri merri dictum, Domine. The third sent a blanket that had no thread; Perri merri dictum, Domine, The fourth sent a book that could not be read; Partum quartern peredicentum, Perri merri dictum, Domine. When the cherries are in blossom they have no stones Perri merri dictum, Domine, When the chicken s in the egg it has no bones; Partum quartern peredicentum, Perri merri dictum, Domine. When the blanket s in the fleece it has no thread; Perri merri dictum, Domine, When the book s in the press it cannot be read; Partum quartern peredicentum, Perri merri dictum, Domine. LITTLE ANNIE ROONEY. A winning way, a pleasant smile, Dress d so neat but quite in style, Merry chaff your time to wile, Has little Annie Rooney; Ev ry ev ning, rain or shine, I make a call twixt eight and nine, On her who shortly will be mine, Little Annie Rooney. Chorus. She s my sweetheart, I m her beau, She s my Annie, I m her Joe; Soon we ll marry never to part, Little Annie Rooney is my sweetheart! 74 The parlor s small, but neat and clean, And set with taste so seldom seen, And you can bet the household queen Is little Annie Rooney! The fire burns cheerfully and bright, As a family circle round, each night We form, and ev ry one s delight, Is little Annie Rooney. We ve been engaged close on a year, The happy time is drawing near, I ll wed the one I love so dear Little Annie Rooney! My friends declare I am in jest, Until the time comes will not rest, But one who knows it s value best Is little Annie Rooney. SWEET ROSIE O GRADY. Just down around the corner of the street where I reside, There lives the cutest little girl that I have ever spied; Her name is Rose O Grady and I don t mind telling you That she s the sweetest little Rose the garden ever grew. Chorus. Sweet Rosie O Grady, My dear little Rose, She s my steady lady, Most everyone knows. And when we are married, How happy we ll be; I love sweet Rosie O Grady, And Rosie O Grady loves me. I never shall forget the day she promised to be mine, As we sat telling love-tales in the golden summer time. Twas on her finger that I placed a small engagement ring, While in the trees the little birds this song they seemed to sing: 75 SCHOOL DAYS. Nothing to do, Nellie, darling, Nothing to do, you say, Let s take a trip on memory s ship, Back to the bygone days. Sail to the old village schoolhouse, Anchor outside the school-door, Look in and see, there s you and there s me, A couple of kids once more. Chorus. School days, school days, Dear old golden-rule days, Readin and ritin and rithmetic, Taught to the tune of a hick ry stick, You were my queen in calico, I was your bashful, barefoot beau, And you wrote on my slate, "I love you, Joe," When we were a couple of kids. Member the hill, Nellie, darling, And the oak-tree that grew on its brow? They ve built forty stories upon that old hill And the oak s an old chestnut now. Member the meadows so green, dear, So fragrant with clover and maize, Into new city lots and preferred business plots, They ve cut them up since those days. NANCY LEE. Of all the wives as e er you know, Yeo-ho! lads, ho! Yeo-ho! Yeo-ho! There s none like Nancy Lee, I trow, Yeo-ho! lads, ho! Yeo-ho! See, there she stands and waves her hands, upon the quay, An ev ry day when I m away, she ll watch for me, An whisper low, when tempests blow, for Jack at sea, Yeo-ho! lads, ho! Yeo-ho! Chorus. The sailor s wife the sailor s star shall be, Yeo-ho! we go across the sea; The sailor s wife the sailor s star shall be, The sailor s wife his star shall be. 76 The harbor s past, the breezes blow, Yeo-ho! lads, ho! Yeo-ho! Yeo-ho! Tis long ere we come back I know, Yeo-ho! lads, ho! Yeo-ho! But true and bright, from morn till night, my home will be, An all so neat, an snug, an sweet, for Jack at sea, An Nancy s face to bless the place, an welcome me; Yeo-ho! lads, ho! Yeo-ho! The bo s n pipes the watch below, Yeo-ho! lads, ho! Yeo-ho! Yeo-ho! Then here s a health before we go, Yeo-ho! lads, ho! Yeo-ho! A long, long life to my sweet wife, and mates at sea; An keep our bones from Davy Jones where er you be, An may you meet a mate as sweet as Nancy Lee. Yeo-ho! lads, ho! Yeo-ho! A HOT TIME IN THE OLD TOWN. Come along, get you ready, wear your bran, bran new gown, For dere s gwine to be a meeting in that good, good old town, Where you knowded ev rybody and dey all knowded you, And you ve got a rabbit s foot to keep away de hoo-do. When you hear that the preaching does begin, Bend down low for to drive away your sin, And when you gets religion you want to shout and sing, There ll be a hot time in the old town to-night, my baby! Chorus. When you hear dem bells go ding, ling, ling, All join round, and sweetly you must sing, And when the verse am thro , in the chorus all join in, There ll be a hot time in the old town to-night! There ll be girls for ev rybody in that good, good old town, For dere s Miss Consola Davis an dere s Miss Gondolia Brown, And dere s Miss Johanna Beasly, she am dressed all in red; I just hugged her and I kissed her, and to me then she said: "Please, oh please, oh, do not let me fall; You re all mine, and I love you best of all; And you must be my man, or I ll have no man at all." There ll be a hot time in the old town to-night, my baby! 77 DOWN WHERE THE WURZBURGER FLOWS. Now poets may sing of the dear Fatherland And the soft flowing dreamy old Rhine Beside the blue Danube in fancy they stand And they rave of its beauties divine And there is a spot where the sun never shines, Where mirth and good fellowship reign For dear old Bohemia my lonely heart pines And I long to be there once again. Chorus. Take me down, down, Down where the Wurzburger flows, flows, flows It will drown, drown, drown all your troubles and cares and woes Just order two seidles of lager, or three. If I don t want to drink it, please force it on me; The Rhine may be fine, but a cold stein for mine, Down where the Wurzburger flows. The Rhine by moonlight s a beautiful sight, When the wind whispers low through the vines But give me some good old Rathskeller at night, Where the brilliant electric light shines. The poets may think it s delightful to hear The nightingale piping his lay Give me a piano, a cold stein of beer, And a fellow who knows how to play. FAREWELL SONG. Take a last farewell; Now the heart doth swell With desire for thy well-doing. Cheerfully go forth; Happiness on earth Come to thee, thy hope renewing. Wand ring e er mid joy and sorrow, Mirth to-day and pain to-morrow, So life s course doth flow Ever here below, Mid the haunts of joy and sorrow. 78 Brother, now adieu! Partings should be few, Partings cause such sorrow ever; But where friendship reigns, Still the friend remains; Distance no true hearts can sever. May Heav n s blessing still attend thee, And from every ill defend thee! Should good fortune come, Think of us at home, Think of what the past did send thee. Brother, here s a hand, Token that our band Shall remain true and united. From all envy free, Let our pathway be By Truth s steady beacon lighted. Let us look for future meeting When once more each other greeting We our vows renew. Till that time adieu! Farewell till another meeting! BILLY BOY. Oh, where have you been, Billy boy, Billy boy? Oh, where have you been, charming Billy? I have been to seek a wife, She s the joy of my life; She s a young thing and cannot leave her mother. Did she bid you to come in, Billy boy, Billy boy? Did she bid you to come in, charming Billy? Yes, she bade me to come in, There s a dimple in her chin; She s a young thing and cannot leave her mother. Did she set for you a chair, Billy boy, Billy boy? Did she set for you a chair, charming Billy? Yes, she set for me a chair, She has ringlets in her hair; She s a young thing and cannot leave her mother. Can she make a cherry pie, Billy boy, Billy boy? Can she make a cherry pie, charming Billy? She can make a cherry pie Quick as a cat can wink her eye; She s a young thing and cannot leave her mother. 79 HEIDELBERG. Better than riches of worldly wealth is a heart that s always jolly, Beaming with happiness, hope and health and warmed by love divine; But sweeter than kisses we win by stealth are the hours we give to folly; So come, let us clink, but first let us drink one toast with the brimming "stein." Refrain. Here s to the land which gave me birth, here s to the flag she flies; Here s to her sons, the best of earth; here s to her smiling skies ; Here s to a heart which beats for me true as the stars above; Here s to the day when mine she ll be; here s to the girl I love! O Heidelberg, dear Heidelberg, thy sons will ne er forget That golden haze of student days is round about us yet. Those days of yore will come no more, but through our manly years The thought of you, so good, so true, will fill our eyes with tears; The thought of you, so good, so true, will fill our eyes with tears. STAND BY YOUR GLASSES. We meet neath the sounding rafter, And the walls around are bare, As they shout back our peals of laughter It seems as the dead were there; Then stand by your glasses steady! We drink fore our comrades eyes, One cup to the dead already, Hurrah for the next man that dies! Not a sigh for the lost that darkles, Not a tear for the friends that sink, We ll fall mid the wine cups sparkles, As mute as the wine we drink; Come, stand to your glasses steady, Tis this that the respite buys, One cup for the dead already, Hurrah for the next who dies! 80 Who dreads to the dust returning? Who shrinks from the sable shore? Where the haughty, restless yearning Of the soul can sting no more: Ho! stand to your glasses steady! This world is a world of lies, One cup to the dead already, Hurrah for the next who dies! Cut off from the land that bore us, Betrayed by the land we find, When the brightest are gone before us, And the dullest are most behind; Stand, stand to your glasses steady! "Pis all we have left to prize, One cup for the dead already, And one for the next who dies! OFF TO PHILADELPHIA. My name is Paddy Leary, from a shpot call d Tipperary, The hearts of all the girls I am a thorn in, But before the break of morn, faith! tis they ll be all forlorn, For I m off to Philadelphia in the mornin . Chorus. Wid my bundle on my shoulder, Faith! there s no man could be bolder, I m lavin dear ould Ireland widout warnin , For I lately took the notion for to cross the briny ocean, And I shtart for Philadelphia in the mornin . There s a girl call d Kate Malone, whom I d hoped to call my own, And to see my little cabin floor adornin , But my heart is sad and weary, how can she be Missis Leary, If I shtart for Philadelphia in the mornin ? When they told me I must lave the place, I tried to keep a cheerful face, For to show my heart s deep sorrow I was scornin , But the tears will surely blind me for the friends I lave be hind me, When I shtart for Philadelphia in the mornin . Chorus. But tho my bundle s on my shoulder, and there s no man could be bolder, Tho I m laving now the shpot that I was born in, Yet some day I ll take a notion to come back across the ocean, To my home in dear ould Ireland in the mornin . 81 THE LITTLE BROWN JUG. My wife and I lived all alone, In a little log hut we called our own; She loved gin, and I loved rum, I tell you what, we d lots of fun. Chorus. Ha, ha, ha, you and me, "Little Brown Jug" don t I love thee! Ha, ha, ha, you and me, "Little Brown Jug" don t I love thee! Tis you who makes my friends, my foes, Tis you who makes me wear old clothes; Here you are, so near my nose, So tip her up, and down she goes. When I go toiling to my farm, I take little "Brown Jug" under my arm; I place it under a shady tree, Little "Brown Jug" tis you and me. If all the folks in Adam s race Were gathered together in one place, Then I d prepare to shed a tear Before I d part with you, my dear. If I d a cow that gave such milk I d clothe her in the finest silk; I d feed her on the choicest hay, And milk her forty times a day. The rose is red, my nose is, too, The violet s blue, and so are you; And yet I guess before I stop We d better take another drop. SAILING. Y heave ho! my lads, the wind blows free, A pleasant gale is on our lee; And soon across the ocean clear Our gallant bark shall bravely steer. But ere we part from England s shores to-night, A song we ll sing for home and beauty bright. 82 Chorus. Then here s to the sailor, and here s to the hearts so true, Who will think of him upon the waters blue! Sailing, sailing, over the bounding main, For many a stormy wind shall blow, ere Jack comes home again ! Sailing, sailing, over the bounding main, For many a stormy wind shall blow, ere Jack comes home again. The sailor s life is bold and free, His home is on the rolling sea; And never heart more true or brave Than his who launches on the wave. Afar he speeds in distant climes to roam, With jocund song he rides the sparkling foam. The tide is flowing with the gale, Y heave ho! my lads, set ev ry sail; The harbor bar we soon shall clear; Farewell, once more, to home so dear, For when the tempest rages loud and long, That home shall be our guiding star and song. "OH, DIDN T HE RAMBLE." Old Beebe had three full-grown sons, Buster, Bill and Bee, And Buster was the black sheep of the Beebe family. They tried their best to break him of his rough and rowdy ways, At last they had to get a Judge to give him ninety days. Chorus. Oh! didn t he ramble, ramble! He rambled all around, in and out the town, Oh! didn t he ramble, ramble! He rambled till the butchers cut him down, cut him down. (Repeat) This black sheep was a terror, and such a ram was he That ev ry "copper" knew by heart his rambling pedigree, And when he took his ladder out to go and paint the town, They had to take their megaphones to call the rambler down. He rambled in a swell hotel, his appetite was "stout," When he refused to pay his bill the landlord kicked him out; He reached to strike him with a brick, but when he went to stoop The landlord kicked him in the pants and made him loop the loop. 83 DRILL, YE TARRIERS, DRILL. Oh! ev ry morning at seven o clock, You ll see a gang o tarriers drilling on a rock; The foreman says, "Pat, don t stand still, But come down heavy on the cast-iron drill." Spoken Stand out there with the flag, Sullivan. Stand back there! Blast! Fire! All over! Chorus. Then drill, ye tarriers, drill, Drill, ye tarriers, drill, Oh, it s work all day without sugar in your tay, When ye work beyand on the railway, And drill, ye tarriers, drill. Oh, the grub that we got it was n t very good, The bread was as tough as an old stick of wood; We called on the landlord at twelve o clock at night, And we blew him sky-high with a can o dynamite. Spoken Stand out forninst the fence with the flag, Mc Carthy. Stand back, etc. The foreman s name was Dan McCann, Begobs he was a blamed mean man; One day a premature blast went off, And up in the air went big Jim Goff. Spoken Where s the fuse, McGinty? What, he lit his pipe with it! Stop the Belt car coming down. Stand back, etc. When pay-day next it came around, Poor Jim s pay a dollar short he found; "What for?" says he, then came this reply, "You were docked for the time you were up in the sky." Spoken More oatmeal in the bucket, McCue. What s that you re reading, Duffy, the Staats-Zeitung? Get out there with the flag. Stand back, etc. THE GIRL I LEFT BEHIND ME. I m lonesome since I cross d the hill, And o er the moor and valley; Such heavy thoughts my heart do fill, Since parting with my Sally. I seek no more the fine and gay, For each does but remind me How swift the hours did pass away With the girl I ve left behind me. 84 Oh! ne er shall I forget the night, The stars were bright above me, And gently lent their silv ry light, When first she vowed she loved me. But now I m bound to Brighton camp, Kind Heaven, may favor find me, And send me safely back again To the girl I ve left behind me. My mind her form shall still retain, In sleeping or in waking, Until I see my love again, For whom my heart is breaking. If ever I should see the day When Mars shall have resigned me, For evermore I ll gladly stay With the girl I ve left behind me. IN THE GOOD OLD SUMMERTIME. There s a time in each year that we always hold dear, Good old Summertime; With the birds and the treeses and sweet scented breezes, Good old Summertime When your day s work is over then you are in clover, and life is one beautiful rhyme No trouble annoying, each one enjoying, The good old Summertime Chorus. In the good old Summertime In the good old Summertime Strolling thro the shady lanes, With your baby mine You hold her hand and she holds yours, And that s a very good sign, That she s your tootsey-wootsey in The good old Summertime To swim in the pool, you d play "hooky" from school, Good old Summertime You d play "ring-a-rosie" with Jim, Kate and Josie, Good old Summertime Those days full of pleasure we now fondly treasure, When we never thought it a crime To go stealing cherries, with face brown as berries, Good old Summertime 85 KILLALOE. Well I happened to be born at the time they cut the corn, Quite contagious to the town of Killaloe; Where to tache us they d a schame, and a Frinch Mossoo he came To instruct us in the game of "parlez vous!" I ve one father, that I swear; but he said I had a "pere!" And he struck me when I said it was n t true. And the Irish for a "jint," or the Frinch for "half a pint," Faith we larnt it in the school at Killaloe. Chorus. You may talk of Boneyparty, you may talk about Ecarte, Or any other party, and "comment vous portez vous?" We larnt to sing it aisy, that song the Marsellasy, Boo-long, Too long, the continong, we larnt at Killaloe. "Mais oui!" Mossoo would cry; "well, of course you can," says I, "Non!" no "I know," says I, with some surprise. When a boy, straight up from Clare, heard his mother called a "mere!" He gave Mossoo his fist between the eyes. Says Mossoo, with much alarm, "Go and call for Johnny Darm!" There s no such name, said I, about the place. "Comment?" he made reply; "Come on yerself," says I, And I scattered all the features of his face. Oh, boys, there was the fun, you should see him when twas done; His eyeballs one by one did disappear! And a doctor from the south took some days to find his mouth, Which had somehow got concealed behind his ear. Then he swore an awful oath, he d have law agin us both, And then he d lave both Limerick and Clare! For he found it would n t do to tache Frinch in Killaloe, Unless he had a face or two to spare. To the magistrate he wint, and a lot of time he spint; Says the magistrate, "Begorry I m perplexed! For a fellow who, you see, spells whisky O, D, V, You never know what he ll be up to next." Thin nothing more was said, Mossoo went home to bed, And mixed no more in Killaloe affairs; And the papers of the place said the foreign teacher s face Was closed for alterations and repairs. 86 If disguises you would try, or would prove an alibi, Or alter your appearance just for fun; You ve just one thing to do, go tache Frinch at Killaloe, And your mother will not know you for her son. Frinch may be very fine, it s no enemy of mine, But as I think you ll aisily suppose, Whatever tongue you take, it is mighty hard to spake While your ear keeps changing places with your nose. (Encore verse.) Now I m glad to find tis true, ye are plased with Killaloe! And our conduct to the tacher they did send; But I ve tould you all that passed, so this verse must be the last, That s the reason I have left it to the end. We re all Irish tenants there, and we re all prepared to swear That to the Irish language we ll be true! But we all wid one consent, when they ax us for the rent, Sure we answer them in Frinch in Killaloe. LOVE S OLD SWEET SONG. Once in the dear, dead days beyond recall, When on the world the mists began to fall, Out of the dreams that rose in happy throng, Low to our hearts love sang an old sweet song; And in the dusk, where fell the twilight gleam, Softly it wove itself into our dream. Chorus. Just a song at twilight, when the lights are low, And the flickering shadows softly come and go, Though the heart be weary, sad the day and long, Still to us at twilight, comes love s old song, Comes love s old sweet song. Even today we hear love s song of yore, Deep in our hearts it dwells forevermore; Footsteps may falter, weary grow the way, Still we can hear it at the close of day. So to the end, when life s dim shadows fall, Love will be found the sweetest song of all. 87 THE WEARING OF THE GREEN. Paddy, dear, and did you hear the news that s going round? The Shamrock is forbid by law to grow on Irish ground; Saint Patrick s day no more we ll keep, his color can t be seen, For there s a bloody law ag in the wearin o the green. 1 met with Napper Tandy and he tuk me by the hand, And he says "How s poor ould Ireland, and how does she stand?" She s the most distressful country that ever you have seen; They re hanging men and women there for wearing of the green. Then since the color we must wear is England s cruel red, Sure Ireland s sons will ne er forget the blood that they have shed. You may take the shamrock from your hat, and cast it on the sod, But twill take root and flourish still, tho under foot tis trod. When the law can stop the blades of grass from growing as they grow, And when the leaves in summer time their verdure dare not show; Then I will change the color I wear in my caubeen, But till that day, I ll stick for aye to wearing of the green. But if at last our color should be torn from Ireland s heart, Her sons with shame and sorrow from the dear old soil will part. I ve heard whisper of a country that lies far beyant the say, Where rich and poor stand equal, in the light of freedom s day. O Erin, must we lave you, driven by the tyrant s hand, Must we ask a mother s welcome from a strange, but happy land; Where the cruel cross of England s thraldom never shall be seen, And where, in peace, we ll live and die, a-wearing of the green. 88 NEGRO cTWELODIES OH! SUSANNA! I came from Alabama, Wid my banjo on my knee; I m gwine to Lousiana, My true lub for to see. It rain d all night de day I left; De weather it was dry, De sun so hot I froze to death; Susanna, don t you cry. Chorus. Oh! Susanna, Oh, don t you cry for me! I ve come from Alabama, Wid my banjo on my knee. I jump d aboard de telegraph, And trabb led down de ribber; De lectric fluid magnified, And kill d five hundred nigger; De bullgine bust, de hoss run off, I really thought I d die; I shut my eyes to hold my breath. Susanna, don t you cry. I had a dream de odder night When eb ry ting was still; I thought I saw Susanna A-coming down de hill; De buckwheat cake was in her mouth, De tear was in her eye. Says I, "I m coming from de South; Susanna, don t you cry." I soon will be in New Orleans, And den I ll look all round, And when I find Susanna I will fall upon de ground; And if I do not find her, Dis darky ll surely die, And when I m dead and buried, Susanna, don t you cry. 89 UNCLE NED. Dere was an old Nigga, dey called him Uncle Ned- He s dead long ago, long ago! He had no wool on de top ob his head De place whar de wool ought to grow. Chorus. Den lay down de shubble and de hoe, Hang up de fiddle and de bow; No more hard work for poor Old Ned He s gone whar de good Niggas go, No more hard work for poor Old Ned He s gone whar de good Niggas go. His fingers were long like de cane in de brake, He had no eyes for to see; He had no teeth for to eat de corn cake, So he had to let de corn cake be. When Old Ned die Massa take it mighty hard, De tears run down like de rain; Old Missus turn pale and she gets berry sad, Cayse she nebber see Old Ned again. OLD BLACK JOE. Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay; Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away; Gone from the earth to a better land, I know, I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe!" Chorus. I m coming, I m coming, for my head is bending low; I hear those gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe!" Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain? Why should I sigh that my friends come not again? Grieving for forms now departed long ago, I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe!" Where are the hearts once so happy and so free? The children so dear, that I held upon my knee? Gone to the shore where my soul has long d to go, I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe!" 90 DARLING NELLIE GRAY. There s a low green valley on the old Kentucky shore, There I ve whiled many happy hours away, A-sitting and a-singing by the little cottage door Where lived my darling Nelly Gray. Chorus. Oh! my poor Nelly Gray, they have taken you away, And I ll never see my darling any more; I m sitting by the river and I m weeping all the day, For you ve gone from the old Kentucky shore. When the moon had climbed the mountain, and the stars were shining, too, Then I d take my darling Nelly Gray, And we d float down the river in my little red canoe, While my banjo sweetly I would play. One night I went to see her, but "She s gone!" the neigh bors say, The white man bound her with his chain; They have taken her to Georgia for to wear her life away, As she toils in the cotton and the cane. My canoe is under water, and my banjo is unstrung, I m tired of living any more; My eyes shall look downward, and my song shall be unsung, While I stay on the old Kentucky shore. My eyes are getting blinded, and I cannot see my way; Hark! there s somebody knocking at the door; Oh, I hear the angels calling, and I see my Nelly Gray. Farewell to the old Kentucky shore. Chorus. Oh! my darling Nelly Gray, up in heaven there, they say, That they ll never take you from me any more; I m a-coming coming coming, as the angels clear the way. Farewell to the old Kentucky shore. 91 OLD DAN TUCKER. I come to town de udder night, I heard de noise and saw de fight; De watchman was a-runnin round, Cryin "Old Dan Tucker s come to town." Chorus. So get out de way, Ole Dan Tucker, get out de way, Ole Dan Tucker, get out de way, Ole Dan Tucker, You re too late to come to supper. Dan Tucker is a nice old man, He used to ride our darby ram; He sent him wizzin down de hill. If he hadn t got up, he d lay dar still. Old Dan Tucker an I got drunk; He fell in de fire an kick up a chunk; De charcoal got inside he shoe, Lor bless you, honey, how de ashes flew. I went to town to buy some goods; I lost myself in a piece of woods; De night was dark, I had to suffer. It froze de heel of Daniel Tucker. Tucker was a hardened sinner; He nebber said his grace at dinner. De old sow squeal, de pigs did squall; He whole hog wid tail and all. And now ole Dan is a gone sucker, And neber can go home to supper. Old Dan he has had his last ride, And de banjo s buried by his side. IN THE EVENING BY THE MOONLIGHT. In the evening by the moonlight, You can hear those darkies singing; In the evening by the moonlight, You can hear those banjos ringing. How the old folks would enjoy it; They would sit all night and listen, As we sang in the evening by the moonlight. 92 MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME. The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home, Tis summer, the darkies are gay; The corn-top s ripe and the meadow s in the bloom, While the birds make music all the day; The young folks roll on the little cabin floor, All merry, all happy and bright; By n-by "Hard Times" comes a-knocking at the door, Then my old Kentucky home, good-night. Chorus. Weep no more, my lady, Oh, weep no more to-day; W T e will sing one song for the old Kentucky home, For the old Kentucky home far away. They hunt no more for the possum and the coon, On the meadow, the hill, and the shore; They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon, On the bench by the old cabin door; The day goes by like a shadow o er the heart, With sorrow where all was delight; The time has come when the darkies have to part, Then my old Kentucky home, good-night. The head must bow and the back will have to bend, Wherever the darkey may go; A few more days and the trouble all will end, In the fields where the sugar-canes grow; A few more days for to tote the weary load, No matter, twill never be light; A few more days till we totter on the road, Then my old Kentucky home, good-night. WAY DOWN YONDAH IN DE CAWN FIELD. Some folks say dat a niggah won t steal, Get away! get away! get away down yondah in de cawn field: But I caught two in my cawn field, Get away! get away! get away down yondah in de cawn field One had mah shubble and de odder had mah hoe, Get away! get away! get away down yondah in de cawn field Now if dat aint a-stealin why I d like to know, Get away! get away! get away down yondah in de cawn field. 93 OLD FOLKS AT HOME. Way down upon the Swanee River, Far, far away, There s where my heart is turning ever, There s where the old folks stay. All up and down the whole creation, Sadly I roam, Still longing for the old plantation, And for the old folks at home. Chorus. All the world am dark and dreary, Ev rywhere I roam, O darkies, how my heart grows weary, Far from the Old Folks at Home. All round de little farm I wander d When I was young, Den many happy days I squander d, Many de songs I sung. When I was playing wid my brudder, Happy was I, Oh! take me to my kind old mudder, Dere let me live and die. One little hut among the bushes, One that I love, Still sadly to my mem ry rushes, No matter where I rove. When shall I see the bees a-humming, All around the comb? When will I hear the banjo thrumming, Down in my good old home? NELLIE WAS A LADY. Down on the Mississippi floating, Long time I trabbel o er the way; All night the cottonwood I s toting, Singing for my true lub all the day; Chorus. Nellie was a lady, last night she died, Toll the bell for lubly Nell, my dark Virginia bride. Oh, Nellie was a lady, last night she died, Toll the bell for lubly Nell, my darkey bride. Now I se unhappy, and I se weeping, Can t tote the cottonwood no more; Last night when Nellie was a sleeping, Death came a-knocking at the door. 94 GWINE TO RUN ALL NIGHT. De Camptown Races. De Camptown ladies sing dis song, Doo-dah! doo-dah! De Camptown racetrack five miles long, Oh! doo-dah-day! I come down dah wid my hat caved in, Doo-dah! doo-dah! I go back home wid a pocket full of tin, Oh! doo-dah-day! Refrain. Gwine to run all night! Gwine to run all day! I ll bet my money on the bobtail nag; Somebody bet on de bay. De long tail filly and de big black hoss, Doo-dah! doo-dah! Dey fly de track and dey both cut across, Oh! doo-dah-day! De blind hoss stickin in a big mudhole, Doo-dah! doo-dah! Can t touch bottom wid a ten-foot pole, Oh! doo-dah-day! Old muley cow come on to de track, Doo-dah! doo-dah! De bobtail fling her ober his back, Oh! doo-dah-day! Den fly along like a railroad car, Doo-dah! doo-dah! Runnin a race wid a shootin* star, Oh! doo-dah-day! See dem flyin on a ten-mile heat, Doo-dah! doo-dah! Round de racetrack, den repeat, Oh! doo-dah-day! I win my money on de bobtail nag. Doo-dah! doo-dah! I keep my money in an old tow-bag, Oh! doo-dah-day! 95 MASSA S IN DE COLD, COLD GROUND. Round de meadows am a-ringing De darky 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 darkies 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 trees am blooming, On de sandy shore, Now de summer days am coming, Massa nebber calls no more. Massa make de darkies 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. I LL MAKE DAT BLACK GAL MINE. My! oh my! mah coon blood will soon be boilin ; My! oh my! dat niggah must resign, Foh, if he don t, his coon face I ll soon be spoilin ; I ll make dat black gal mine. Didy, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi! My! oh my! mah coon blood, etc. (repeat) 95 POLLY-WOLLY-DOODLE. Oh, I went down South for to see my Sal; Sing, "Polly- wolly-doodle" all the day! My Sally am a spunky gal, Sing, "Polly-wolly-doodle" all the day! Chorus. Fare thee well! Fare thee well! Fare thee well, my fairy fay! Oh, I m off to Louisiana, for to see my Susy Anna, Singing, "Polly-wolly-doodle" all the day! Fare thee well! Fare thee well! Fare thee well, my fairy fay! Oh, I m off to Louisiana, for to see my Susy Anna, Singing, "Polly-wolly-doodle" all the day! Oh, my Sal she am a maiden fair; Sing, "Polly-wolly" etc. With curly eyes and laughing hair, Sing, "Polly-wolly" etc. Oh! I came to a river, an I couldn t get across; An I jumped upon a nigger, an I tho t he was a hoss; Oh! a grasshopper sittin on a railroad track, A-pickin his teeth wid a carpet tack. Oh! I went to bed, but it wasn t no use; My feet stuck out for a chicken roost. Behind de barn, down on my knees; I thought I heard that chicken sneeze. He sneezed so hard wid de hoopin -cough, He sneezed his head an his tail right off. DAT WATERMILION. Oh! see dat watermilion, a-smilin on de vine; How I wish dat watermilion it was mine. De white folks must be foolish, dey need a heap o sense, Or dey d never leave it dar upon de vine. Oh! de ham bone am sweet, and de bacon am good, And de possum meat am berry, berry fine, But, give me, yes give me Oh! how I wish you would Dat watermilion growin on de vine. 97 TOM-BIG-BEE RIVER. On Tom-big-bee river so bright I was born, In a hut made ob husks ob de tall yaller corn, And dar I fust meet wid my Jula so true, An I rowed her about in my Gum Tree Canoe. Chorus. Singing row away, row, o er the waters so blue, Like a feather we ll float, in my Gum Tree Canoe. All de day in de field de soft cotton I hoe, I tink of my Jula an sing as I go; Oh, I catch her a bird, wid a wing ob true blue, An at night sail her round in my Gum Tree Canoe. Wid my hands on de banjo and toe on de oar, I sing to de sound ob de river s soft roar; While de stars dey look down at my Jula so true, An dance in her eye in my Gum Tree Canoe. One night de stream bore us so far away, Dat we couldn t cum back, so we thought we d jis stay; Oh, we spied a tall ship wid a flag ob true blue, An it took us in tow wid my Gum Tree Canoe. MARY AND MARTHA. Mary and a Martha s just gone long, Mary and a Martha s just gone long, Mary and a Martha s just gone long, To ring those charming bells. Chorus. Crying, free grace and dying love, Free grace and dying love, Free grace and dying love, To ring those charming bells. Oh! way over Jordan, Lord, Way over Jordan, Lord, Way over Jordan, Lord, To ring those charming bells. The preacher and the elder s just gone long, The preacher and the elder s just gone long, The preacher and the elder s just gone long, To ring those charming bells. 98 My father and mother s just gone long, My father and mother s just gone long, My father and mother s just gone long, To ring those charming bells. The Methodist and Baptist s just gone long, The Methodist and Baptist s just gone long, The Methodist and Baptist s just gone long, To ring those charming bells. DE GOLDEN WEDDING. Le s go to de golden wedding, All de darkies will be there; Oh, such dancing and such treading! And such yellow girls so fair! All the high-toned colored people That reside for miles around Have received an invitation, And they surely will come down. Chorus. All the darkies will be there, don t forget to curl your hair; Bring along your damsels fair, for soon we will be treading; Won t we have a jolly time, eating cakes and drinking wine? All the high-toned darkies will be at the golden wedding. We will have ice-cream and honey, Apple brandy and mince pie; Darkies, won t it look too funny, When Aunt Dinah does Shoo-Fly? Uncle Joe and Hezekiah From the old Car lina state, Will be at the golden wedding, Kase them colored gents am great. Old Jim Grace will play the fiddle, Beat the bones and old tambo, And Kersands will play the essence On Jim Bohee s old banjo. Mac Intosh will kiss Lucinda, Kase she is so very shy; And the little piccaninnies, They will dance and sing Shoo-Fly. 99 CARVE DAT POSSUM. De possum meat am good to eat, Carve him to de heart; You ll always find him good and sweet, Carve him to de heart; My dog did bark, and I went to see, Carve him to de heart; And dar was a possum up dat tree, Carve him to de heart. Chorus. Carve dat possum, carve dat possum, children, Carve dat possum, carve him to de heart; Oh, carve dat possum, carve dat possum, children, Carve dat possum, carve him to de heart. I reached up for to pull him in, Carve him to de heart; De possum he began to grin, Carve him to de heart; I carried him home and dressed him off, Carve him to de heart; I hung him dat night in de frost, Carve him to de heart. De way to cook de possum sound, Carve him to de heart; Fust parbile him, den bake him brown, Carve him to de heart; Lay sweet potatoes in de pan, Carve him to de heart; De sweetest eatin in de Ian , Carve him to de heart. IN THE MORNING BY THE BRIGHT LIGHT. I m gwine away by the light of the moon, Want all the children for to follow me; I hope I ll meet you darkies soon, Halle, halle, halle, hallelujah! So tell the brothers that you meet, Want all the children for to follow me; That I will travel on my feet, Halle, halle, halle, hallelujah! 100 Chorus. In the morning, morning by the bright light, Hear Gabriel s trumpet in the morning! Go get a match and light that lamp, Want all the children for to follow me; And show me the way to the Baptist camp, Halle, halle, halle, hallelujah! We ll have beefsteak and spare-rib stew, Want all the children for to follow me; And nice boiled onions dipped in dew, Halle, halle, halle, hallelujah! I ll take my old banjo along, Want all the children for to follow me; In case the boys should sing a song, Halle, halle, halle, hallelujah! For no one has to pay no fare, Want all the children for to follow me; So don t forget to curl your hair, Halle, halle, halle, hallelujah! ROLL OUT! HEAVE DAT COTTON. I hear dat bell a ringin , I see de Captain stand, Boat done blowed her whistle, I know she s gwine to land; I hear de mate a callin "Go git out de plank, Rush out wid de head line, and tie her to de bank." Chorus. Roll out! Heave dat cotton, Roll out! Heave dat cotton, Roll out! Heave dat cotton, Ain t got long to stay. It s early in de mornin , before we see de sun, "Roll aboard dat cotton, an git back in a run," De Captain s in a hurry, I know what he means, Wants to beat de Sherlock, down to New Orleans. I hear dat mate a shoutin , an see him on de shore, Hurry boys! be lively, ain t but fifty more; We ain t got time to tarry, here at dis cotton pile, We gwine to git another, below here forty mile. We done took on de cotton, shove out from de shore, Sailing down de river, we gwine to land for more, When you hear de whistle, an de big bell ring, We gwine to land for cotton, roll out boys, an sing. 101 OH, DEM GOLDEN SLIPPERS. Oh, my golden slippers am laid away, Kase I don t spect to wear em till my weddin day, And my long-tail d coat, dat I loved so well, I will wear up in de chariot in de morn; And my long white robe dat I bought last June, I m gwine to git changed kase it fits too soon, And de old grey hoss dat I used to drive, I will hitch him to de chariot in de morn. Oh, dem golden slippers! Oh, dem golden slippers! Golden slippers I se gwine to wear, bekase dey look so neat; Oh, dem golden slippers! Oh, dem golden slippers! Golden slippers I se gwine to wear, to walk de golden street. (Repeat.) Oh, my old banjo hangs on de wall, Kase it ain t been tuned since way last fall, But de darkies all say we ll hab a good time, When we ride up in de chariot in de morn; Dar s old Brudder Ben and Sister Luce, Dey will telegraph de news to Uncle Bacco Juice, What a great camp-meetin dere will be dat day, When we ride up in de chariot in de morn. So, it s good bye, children, I will have to go, Whar de rain don t fall or de wind don t blow, And yer ulster coats, why, yer will not need, When yer ride up in de chariot in de morn. But yer golden slippers must be nice and clean, And yer age must be just sweet sixteen, And yer white kid gloves yer will have to wear, When yer ride up in de chariot in de morn. MA ONLIEST ONE! While walkin down de street de udder day, I happen d fer to raise my eyes and look wid all my might and main, For standin on de corner was a yaller gal, She said Chlorinfla Johnson was her name. Why ma heart had flown, I lost my head completely, For ma own true love had stolen all de sense I ebber had away. I took her hand, she blushed and smiled so sweetly, Oh, I kissed her and I den did fondly say: 102 Chorus. Oh, honey, ma little gal, Won t you come and let me whisper in your ear, how much I lub you? Fore de Lord, you is ma sweet, You se ma onliest one in all dis world to me; You has ma soul, ma life, ma all, Just as true as stars dat shine. Oh, tell me dat you lub me, And say dat you ll be mine. Chlorinda, she s de gal I se gwine to marry. You bet we ll have a happy time, for love has made our two hearts one. You ask her who compares to her own lubly boy, She ll roll her eyes and sweetly answer "None!" You se can talk about yo hoe-cake and persimmons, They re not in it wid de gal I lub, because I know she s just divine. I ll lub her till I die, ma heart will creep and grow, Just as sweetly as de sweet potato vine. SWING LOW, SWEET CHARIOT. Swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home, Swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home. I looked over Jordan, and what did I see, Coming for to carry me home? A band of angels coming after me, Coming for to carry me home. Chorus. Swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home, Swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home. If you get there before I do, Coming for to carry me home, Tell all my friends I m coming too, Coming for to carry me home. I m sometimes up and sometimes down, Coming for to carry me home, But still my soul feels heavenly bound, Coming for to carry me home. 103 "FSE GWINE BACK TO DIXIE." I se gwine back to Dixie, No more I se gwine to wander, My heart s turned back to Dixie I can t stay here no longer I miss de ole plantation, My home and my relation, My heart s turned back to Dixie, And I must go. Chorus. I se gwine back to Dixie, I se gwine back to Dixie, I se gwine where the orange blossoms grow, For I hear the children calling, I see their sad tears falling, My heart s turned back to Dixie, And I must go. I ve hoed in fields of cotton, I ve worked upon the river, I used to think if I got off, I d go back there, no, never. But time has changed the old man, His head is bending low, His heart s turned back to Dixie, And he must go. I m traveling back to Dixie My step is slow and feeble, I pray the Lord to help me, And lead me from all evil, And should my strength forsake me, Then kind friends, come and take me, My heart s turned back to Dixie, And I must go. 104 NATIONAL AND MARTIAL AMERICA. My country, tis of thee, Sweet land of Liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died! Land of the Pilgrims pride! From every mountain side Let freedom ring! My native country, thee Land of the noble free Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills, Like that above. Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees, Sweet freedom s song; Let mortal tongues awake, Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong. Our fathers God! to thee, Author of liberty, To Thee we sing; Long may our land be bright With freedom s holy light; Protect us by Thy might, Great God, our King! 105 BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword, His truth is marching on. Chorus. Glory! glory! Hallelujah! Glory! glory! Hallelujah! Glory! glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on. I nave seen Him in the watchfires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps, His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel; "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on." He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me; As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on. 106 THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE. Oh, Columbia, the gem of the ocean, The home of the brave and the free, The shrine of each patriot s devotion, A world offers homage to thee. Thy mandates make heroes assemble, When Liberty s form stands in view; Thy banners make tyranny tremble, When borne by 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 tyranny tremble, When borne by the red, white, and blue. When war wing d its wide desolation, And threaten d the land to reform, The ark then of freedom s foundation, Columbia, rode safe through the storm; With the garlands of vict ry around her, When so proudly she bore her brave crew, With her flag proudly floating before her, The boast of the red, white, and blue; Chorus. The boast of the red, white, and blue, The boast of the red, white, and blue, With her flag proudly floating before her, The boast of the red, white, and blue. The star-spangled banner bring hither, O er Columbia s true sons let it wave; May the wreaths they have won never wither, Nor its stars cease to shine on the brave; May the service united ne er sever, But hold to their colors so true; The Army and Navy forever, Three cheers for the red, white, and blue; Chorus. Three cheers for the red, white, and blue, Three cheers for the red, white, and blue, The Army and Navy forever, Three cheers for the red, white, and blue. 107 MARYLAND! MY MARYLAND! Thou wilt not cower in the dust, Maryland! My Maryland! Thy beaming sword shall never rust, Maryland! My Maryland! Remember Carroll s sacred trust, Remember Howard s warlike thrust, And all thy slumb rers with the just, Maryland! My Maryland! Thou wilt not yield the Vandal toll, Maryland! My Maryland! Thou wilt not crook to his control, Maryland! My Maryland! Better the fire upon thee roll, Better the shot, the blade, the bowl, Than crucifixion of the soul, Maryland! My Maryland! I see no blush upon thy cheek, Maryland! My Maryland! Tho thou wast ever bravely meek, Maryland! My Maryland! For life and death, for woe and weal, Thy peerless chivalry reveal, And gird thy beauteous limbs with steel, Maryland! My Maryland! I hear the distant thunder hum, Maryland! My Maryland! The Old Line bugle, fife and drum, Maryland! My Maryland! Come to thine own heroic throng, That stalks with Liberty along, And ring thy dauntless slogan song, Maryland! My Maryland! 108 YANKEE DOODLE. Yankee Doodle went to town, Riding on a pony; He stuck a feather in his hat, And called him Macaroni. Chorus. Yankee Doodle, keep it up, Yankee Doodle dandy, Mind the music and the step, And with the girls be handy. Fath r and I went down to camp, Along with Captain Good in, And there we saw the men and boys As thick as hasty puddin . And there we see a thousand men, As rich as Squire David; And what they wasted ev ry day, I wish it could be saved. And there was Captain Washington Upon a slapping stallion, A-giving orders to his men; I guess there was a million. And then the feathers on his hat, They looked so very fine, ah! I wanted peskily to get To give to my Jemima. And every time they fired it off It took a horn of powder; It made a noise like father s gun, Only a nation louder. And there I see a little keg, Its head all made of leather; They knocked upon t with little sticks, To call the folks together. And Cap n Davis had a gun; He kind o clapt his hand on t And stuck a crooked stabbing-iron Upon the little end on t. It scared me so I hooked it off, Nor stopped, as I remember, Nor turned about till I got home, Locked up in mother s chamber. 109 HAIL COLUMBIA. Hail, Columbia, happy land! Hail, ye heroes, heaven-born band! Who fought and bled in Freedom s cause, Who fought and bled in Freedom s cause, And when the storm of war was gone, Enjoyed the peace your valor won. Let independence be our boast, Ever mindful what it cost; Ever grateful for the prize, Let its altar reach the skies. Chorus. Firm, united let us be, Rallying round our liberty! As a band of brothers joined, Peace and safety we shall find. Immortal patriots, rise once more, Defend your rights, defend your shore! Let no rude foe, with impious hand, Let no rude foe, with impious hand, Invade the shrine where sacred lies Of toil and blood, the well-earned prize. While off ring peace, sincere and just, In Heaven we place a manly trust, That Truth and Justice will prevail, And ev ry scheme of bondage fail. Behold the chief who now commands, Once more to serve his country stands, The rock on which the storm will beat, The rock on which the storm will beat, But armed in virtue, firm and true, His hopes are fixed on Heaven and you. His steady mind, from changes free, Resolved on death or liberty. 110 WE RE TENTING TO-NIGHT. 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 loved ones at home that gave us the hand, And the tear that said "good-bye!" 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 been wounded long. We ve been righting 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. Ill DIXIE. I wish I was in de land ob cotton, Old times dar am not forgotten, Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. In Dixie Land whar I was born in, Early on one frosty mornin ; Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. Chorus. Den I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray! In Dixie Land, I ll took my stand To lib and die in Dixie, Away, away, away down south in Dixie, Away, away, away down south in Dixie. Old Missus marry "Will de Weaber," Willium was a gay deceaber; Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. But when he put his arm around er, He smiled as fierce as a forty pounder; Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. His face was sharp as a butcher s cleaber, But that did not seem to greab er; Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. Old Missus acted the foolish part, And died for a man dat broke her heart; Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. Now here s a health to the next old Missus, And all de gals dat want to kiss us; Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. But if you want to drive way sorrow, Come and hear dis song to-morrow; Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. Dar s buckwheat cakes an Ingen batter, Makes you fat or a little fatter; Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. Den hoe it down an scratch your grabble, To Dixie s Land I m bound to trabble; Look away! Look away! Look away! Dixie Land. 112 MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA. 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 thro 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 thro Georgia. How the darkies 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 thro Georgia. Yes, and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears, When they saw the honored flag they had not seen for years; Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers, While we were marching thro Georgia. "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 thro Georgia? 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 thro Georgia. 113 THE BATTLE-CRY OF FREEDOM. Yes, we ll rally round the flag, boys, we ll rally once again, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom; We will rally from the hillside, we ll gather from the plain, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. Chorus. The Union forever! Hurrah! boys! Hurrah! Down with the traitor, up with the stars; While we rally round the flag boys, rally once again, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. We are springing to the call of our brothers gone before, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom; And we ll fill the vacant ranks with a million freemen more, Shouting the battle-cry of Freedom. 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, Though 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. 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. 114 WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME. When Johnny comes marching home again, Hurrah! Hurrah! We ll give him a hearty welcome then, Hurrah! Hurrah! The men will cheer, the boys will shout, The ladies they will all turn out, And we ll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home. Chorus. Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! And we ll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home. The old church-bell will peal with joy, Hurrah! Hurrah! To welcome home our darling boy, Hurrah! Hurrah! The village lads and lassies say, With roses they will strew the way, And we ll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home. Get ready for the jubilee, Hurrah! Hurrah! j We ll give the hero three times three, Hurrah! Hurrah! The laurel wreath is ready now To place upon his royal brow, And we ll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home. Let love and friendship, on that day, Hurrah! Hurrah! Their choicest treasures then display, Hurrah! Hurrah! And let each one perform some part To fill with joy the warrior s heart; And we ll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home. 115 MY OWN UNITED STATES. The poet sings of sunny France, fair olive laden Spain, The Grecian isles, Italia s smiles, and India s torrid plain, Of Egypt, countless ages old, dark Afric s palms and dates. Let me acclaim the land I name, my own United States. Chorus. I love ev ry inch of her prairie land, Each stone on her mountains side, I love ev ry drop of the water clear, That flows in her rivers wide; I love ev ry tree, ev ry blade of grass, Within Columbia s gates! The Queen of the earth is the land of my birth, My own United States. The poet sings of Switzerland, braw Scotland s heathered moor, The shimm ring sheen of Ireland s green, old England s rock- bound shore, Quaint Holland and the Fatherland, their charms in verse relates. Let me acclaim the land I name, my own United States. JOHN BROWN S BODY. John Brown s body lies a-mould ring in the grave, John Brown s body lies a-mould ring in the grave, John Brown s body lies a-mould ring in the grave; His soul goes marching on! Chorus. Glory, glory hallelujah! Glory, glory, glory hallelujah! Glory, glory hallelujah! His soul is marching on. The stars of heaven are looking kindly down, The stars of heaven are looking kindly down, The stars of heaven are looking kindly down, On the grave of old John Brown! John Brown s knapsack is strapped upon his back, John Brown s knapsack is strapped upon his back, John Brown s knapsack is strapped upon his back! His soul is marching on! 116 GOD SAVE THE KING. God save our gracious King, Long live our noble King, God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us; God save the King! Thy choicest gifts in store, O er him be pleased to pour; Long may he reign. May he defend our laws, And ever give us cause To sing with heart and voice, God save the King! O Lord our God, arise, Scatter his enemies, And make them fall. Confound their politics, Frustrate their knavish tricks, On Thee our hopes we fix; God save us all! RULE, BRITANNIA! When Britain first, at heav n s command, Arose from out the azure main, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter, the charter of the land, And guardian angels sang this strain: Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves." Chorus. Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves. The nations not so blessed as thee Must in their turn to tyrants fall, Must in their turn to tyrants fall; While thou shalt flourish, shalt flourish great and free, The dread and envy of them all. Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves." 117 INDEX COLLEGE SONGS Page Fair Harvard 5 Here s a Health to King Charles 6 General Grant 6 The Levee Song ... 7 Little Old Red Shawl . . 8 Up the Street .... 8 Yale Men Say .... 8 Johnny Harvard ... 9 Glory for the Crimson . . 9 Our Director 10 Marseillaise 10 Soldiers Field .... 10 The Gridiron King ... 11 A Toast 11 It s a Way We Have at Old Harvard ... 12 The Poco s Daughter . . 13 Bright College Years . . 14 Hail, Stanford, Hail ... 14 Old Nassau 15 All for the Sake of California 16 Boola-Boola 17 The Pope 18 The Party at Odd Fellows Hall 18 Kentucky Babe .... 19 Sparkling Piper Heidseick . 20 Stein Song 21 Bring the Wagon Home, John 21 She s Gone, Let Her Go . 22 Schneider s Band .... 22 The Dutch Company . . 23 Dutch Warbler .... 23 Upidee 24 Lauriger Horatius ... 24 There s Music in the Air . 25 Bavarian Yodle .... 25 Stars of the Summer Night 26 Rosalie 26 Goodnight, Ladies ... 26 The Two Roses . 27 Page Tara s Harp 27 My Bonnie 28 The Quilting Party ... 28 Michael Roy 29 The Midshipmite .... 30 Clementine 31 Bingo . . . . . . .31 Co-ca-che-lunk .... 32 Nut Brown Maiden ... 32 One, Two, Three, Four . . 33 Mrs. Craigin s Daughter . 34 Vive 1 Amour 35 Mary Had a Little Lamb . 35 Good-bye, My Lover, Good bye 36 Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep 36 Way Up on the Mountain Top 37 Jingle Bells 37 Mush, Mush 38 Rig-a-Jig 39 There s a Tavern in the Town 39 The Bull-Dog .... 40 Meerschaum Pipe ... 40 Son of a Gambolier ... 41 Over the Banister ... 42 My Last Cigar .... 42 Good-bye, My Little Lady 43 The Tarpaulin Jacket . . 44 Peanut Song 44 Solomon Levi .... 45 Integer Vitae 46 Gaudeamus 46 Funiculi, Funicula ... 47 Eton Boating Song ... 48 Crow Song 49 Dear Evelina 49 Landlord, Fill the Flowing Bowl 50 Noah s Ark 51 The Lone Fish Ball . 52 OLD The Spanish Cavalier . . Home, Sweet Home . The Blue Bells of Scotland The Campbells Are Coming John Anderson, My Jo . Annie Laurie Believe Me If All Those En dearing Young Charms FAVORITES 53 | Those Endearing Young 53 Charms 56 54 Wait for the Wagon . . 57 54 Drink to Me Only with 55 Thine Eyes .... 57 56 | Soldier s Farewell ... 58 Comin Thro the Rye . . 58 56 i Auld Lang Syne .... 59 Sweet and Low . Ben Bolt The Last Rose of Summer Oft in the Stilly Night . . Robin Adair Page . 59 . 60 61 61 62 Page Listen to the Mocking Bird 62 God be With You . . The Old Oaken Bucket I Found a Horseshoe 63 64 64 POPULAR SONGS White Wings 65 Thou Art My Own Love . 65 Juanita 66 What Can the Matter Be . 66 Good-bye, Dolly Gray . . 67 He Never Cares to Wander 67 Loch Lomond .... 68 Dunderbeck 68 On the Road to Mandalay 69 Bonnie Eloise 70 Danube River 70 An Old Spanish Proverb . 71 The Owl and the Pussy Cat 72 Blow, Ye Winds, Heigh-ho! 72 Sally in Our Alley ... 73 Perri Merri Dictum Domine 74 Little Annie Rooney . . 74 Sweet Rosie O Grady . . 75 School Days 76 Nancy Lee 76 A Hot Time in the Old Town 77 Down Where the Wurz- burger Flows 78 Farewell Song .... 78 Billy Boy 79 Heidelberg 80 Stand by Your Glasses . . 80 Off to Philadelphia ... 81 The Little Brown Jug . . 82 Sailing 82 Oh, Didn t He Ramble? . 83 Drill, Ye Tarriers, Drill . 84 The Girl I Left Behind Me 84 In the Good Old Summer time 85 Killaloe 86 Love s Old Sweet Song . 87 The Wearing of the Green 88 NEGRO MELODIES Oh! Susanna 89 Uncle Ned 90 Old Black Joe .... 90 Darling Nellie Gray ... 91 Old Dan Tucker .... 92 In the Evening by the Moon light 92 My Old Kentucky Home . 93 Way Down Yondah in de Cawn Field .... 93 Old Folks at Home ... 94 Nellie Was a Lady ... 94 Camptown Races .... 95 Gwine to Run All Night . 95 Massa s in de Cold, Cold Ground . 95 I ll Make dat Black Girl Mine Polly-Wolly-Doodle . . . Dat Watermilion . . . . Tombigbee River Mary and Martha De Golden Wedding . . . Carve Dat Possum . In the Morning by the Bright Light . . . Roll Out! Heave dat Cotton Oh, Dem Golden Slippers . Ma Onliest One . 96 97 97 98 98 99 100 100 101 102 102 Swing Low, Sweet Chariot 103 I se Gwine Back to Dixie . 104 NATIONAL AND MARTIAL America 105 Battle Hymn of the Republic 106 The Red, White, and Blue . 107 Maryland, My Maryland . 108 Yankee Doodle . . . .109 Hail Columbia . . . .110 Tenting on the Old Camp Ground HI Dixie . . 112 Marching Through Georgia 113 The Battle Cry of Freedom 114 Tramp, Tramp, Tramp . .114 When Johnny Comes March ing Home 115 My Own United States . .116 John Brown s Body . . .116 God Save the King . . .117 Rule Britannia . . . .117 TA X..3EAEY. Y.C 82519 UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY