FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY DMsiot SCLS) Saction 1^ 07(o land, KulN of Si MO of rc rcspoct- i ■Icncc, 181 •s in Fulla Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from Princeton Theological Seminary Library http://archive.org/details/bookofpoOOphil \ thb L» APR 16 1936 BOOK OF POPULAR SONGS, COMPENDIUM OF THE BEST SENTIMENTAL, COMIC, NEGRO, IRISH, SCOTCH, NATIONAL, PATRIOTIC, MILITARY, NAVAL, SOCIAL, CONVIVIAL AND PATHETIC SONGS, BALLADS AND MELODIES, BY THE xMOST CELEBRATED OPERA AND BALLAD SINGERS, NEGRO MINSTRELS AND COMIC VOCALISTS OF THE DAY. PHILADELPHIA: G. G. EVANS, PUBLISHER, No. 439 CHESTNUT STREET. 1861. Entered according to the Act of Congress, in the year IS 59, by G. G. EVANS, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Eastern District oi Pennsylvania. CONTENTS. F1GB A Mother's Love 17 A Cottage by the Sea 23 A Parody on the Last Rose of Summer 26 All's for the Best 37 A song of the Oak..„ 61 Away, away, to the Mountain's Brow 77 Ah ! Mourn Her Not 86 Across the mountains, Ho 89 Am I not fondly thine own 89 Annot Lyle 92 American Star, The 127 Age of Progress 132 American Boy, The 144 Angel's Whisper, The 170 Annie Laurie 178 Auld Lang Syne 190 Alls Well 205 A Yankee ship and a Yankee crew 205 Anchor's Weighed, The 215 A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea 215 A Health to the Outward Bound 216 A Life on the Ocean Wave 218 Author and Cobbler 249 A Glass is good and a Lass is good 267 Aint I glad to get out of the Wilderness 287 A Few Days 300 Ahoo! Ahoo !.... 305 (3) 4 CONTENTS. TAOB By the Sad Sea Waves 24 Bell Brandon 28 Batti, Batti 39 Be Mine, Dear Maid 42 Behold how Brightly Breaks the Morning 44 Bird Song 73 Beautiful Star 94 Battle Song, from Norma 112 Bosting Tea Party : 139 Brother Jonathan 145 Bryan O'Linn 168 Bold Soldier Boy 174 Bonnie Jean 193 Bruce's Address 194 Banks of Allan Water 197 Ben Bolt * 204 Barney, Leave the girls Alone 227 Billy Barlow 248 Bag of Nails 254 Belle of Baltimore 302 Backside of Albany 208 Bachelors' Hall 159 Canadian Boat Song 14 Come, Maiden, with Me 20 Come Brave the Sea 39 Chide Me, Chide Me! 39 Come, Oh Come With Me 45 Come, Come Away , 51 Cavalier, The 57 Come, Arouse thee 70 Come, Listen to my Song 93 Cavaliers' Battle Call, The 109 Come, strike the bold Anthem , 127 Columbia's our Happy Land 130 Columbia the Gem of the Ocean 138 Cross-keen Lawn 169 Capting Kydde 199 Convivial Song, Success to Toddy 262 Cove what Spouts, The 268 CONTENTS. 5 Mil Come, Darkies, Listen to my Story 292 Camptown Races 296 Drink ye to Her that each Loves Best 41 Do They miss me at Home 49 Don't be Angry, Mother 68 Do I not Prote thee 82 Death of Osceola 99 Darlin' Ould Stick 156 Don't be addicted to Drinking 235 Days when I was Hard Up , 273 Dolly Day 285 Dan Tucker 289 Dearest Mae 301 Days when this Old Nigger was young, The 315 Ever of Thee 13 Ever Be Happy 55 Ellen Bayne 72 Erin is my Home 151 Exile of Erin ^ 160 Erin Mavourneen 171 Ethiopian Medley .- 313 Ever be Happy, Negro Chorus 308 Farewell to the Home of my Childhood 63 Farm Maid and the Fop, The 123 Flag of our Union, The , 128 Freedom of Elections, The 143 Flaming O'Flanigan 158 Flower of Ellerslie 189 Flow Gently, Sweet Afton 189 Far, far upon the Sea 203 Far o'er the Deep Blue Sea 219 Few Days 300 Gentle Annie 19 Gaffer Green 46 Gascon Vespers 70 Golden Girl, The 78 Gentle Zitella 98 6 CONTENTS. PAOK God Bless the Farmer's Toil 121 Groves of Blarney, The 155 Gow's Farewell to Whiskey, 192 Grieving's a Folly 213 Gunpowder Tea 223 Gawkey Shanks 234 Great Hen Convention 265 Gentle Jennie Gray 281 Gum Tree Canoe 298 Gal from de South 304 Good-hye, Sally, Dear 309 Home, Sweet Home 15 Here's a Health to all Good Lasses 28 Hazel Dell 30 Helen is the Fairest Flower 75 Home Again 84 He Came Not 87 Happy Birdling 95 Hard Times, Come again no More 105 Harvester's Joy 124 Hail Columbia 131 Harp that once through Tara's Halls, The 163 Hail to the Chief. 196 Harry Bluff 212 Have you seen my Sister 231 Here's Success to Toddy , 262 Hard Times 272 Here's to the Maiden ~ 279 Hop De Dooden Doo 316 In Happy Moments 19 I am the Bayadere 21 Ivy Green, The 64 In this Old Chair 66 I Dreamt that I dwelt in Marble Halls 73 I Have something sweet to tell You 87 Indian Girl, The 94 Indian Warrior's Grave, The 96 Indian Hunter, The 97 Independence Day 137 CONTENTS. , 7 PAGI Immortal Washington 146 Irish Wedding 161 Irish Love Letter, The 171 Irishman's Shanty, The 172 Ingle Side, The. 193 I Wish I was in Yankee Land 256 I Come from Old Virginny 311 Jinny Green 47 Jenny Lind's Bird Song 73 Jeanie with the Light Brown Ilair 108 Jeannette and Jeannot 115 John Anderson my Joe 195 Just So 250 Kiss but never Tell 38 Kissing through the Bars 107 Kathleen Mavourueen 152 Kitty Tyrrell 153 Kiss Me Quick and Go 298 Love's True Elixir 20 Let us speak of a Man as we find Him 25 Last Rose of Summer, The 26 Light of Other Days, The 32 Let us all Help One Another 34 Listen to the Mocking Bird 36 Lone Starry Hours 37 Like the Gloom of Night Retiring 40 List, and I'll Find, Love 44 Let the Toast he Dear Woman 52 Lulu is our Darling Pride 60 Little Nell 62 Lords of Creation, The 65 Lucy is a Golde* Girl 73 Approach 85 Lilly Dale ■ 96 Life let us Cherish 97 Love's Ritornella 98 Love Not 104 Long Life and Success to the Farmer 113 8 CONTENTS. PAGB Little Blacksmith, The 118 Larry O'Brian 165 Light Barque, The 217 Larboard Watch , 217 Land Ho 219 Lazy Club 251 Love Struck Quaker 255 My Boyhood's Home 15 My Native Highland Home 17 May Dew, The 21 Maggie by my Side 27 My Home shall be the Waves 32 My Barque is Bounding near 34 My Pretty Jane 35 Morning its Sweets is Flinging 36 Meet me in the Willow Glen 40 My Mother Dear 42 My Sister Dear 43 My Own Native Land 59 My Helen is the Fairest Flower 75 Minstrel's Return from the War, The 79 My Cot beside the Sea 80 My Boat is on the Shore 83 May Morning 85 My Soul in one Unbroken Sigh 104 March to the Battle Field 110 Mother, He's Going Away 154 Molly Bawn 163 My Love is like the Red, Red Rose 187 Macgregors' Gathering 187 Maltese Boat Song, The 207 My Grandfather was a Wonderful Man 240 My Grandmother was a Wonderful Dame 243 My Mary has the Longest Nose 254 Mighty Dollar or Two 275 Masaa's in de cold, cold Ground 284 Merry Sleigh Bells, The '. 295 Mary Blaue 301 Medley 313 CONTENTS. 9 PAOI 'Neath this Leafy Shade Reclining 40 No ! No ! r 92 Norah M 'Shane.... 106 Not a Drum was Heard 11 -A Nervous Family, The 245 Nowadays 246 Nelly Gray 283 Nelly was a Lady 297 Nancy Till 304 Negro Medley 306 Nigger's History of the World 311 On the Lake where Drooped the "Willow 22 Oft in the Stilly Night 45 Old Dog Tray 59 Old Arm Chair, The 61 Oh! Share my Cottage 63 Old Play-Ground, The 68 Oh, would I were a Boy Again 81 Oh, do not Mingle 82 Old Farm House, The 117 Old Oaken Bucket, The 119 Our Union Bight or WroDg 129 Oh, Why left I my Hame ." 177 Oh, Whistle, and I'll come to you my Lad 188 Our Mary Ann 267 '•Out," John 277 Old Folks at Home 282 Oh, Susanna 290 Old Kentucky Home 308 Old Bob Ridley 314 Parody on the Last Rose of Summer 26 Prairie Lea, The 90 Parody on Whistle, and I'll Come to You 1S8 Plough Boy at Sea, The 202 Pilot, The 220 Popular Convivial Song 262 Philosophy 270 Quilting, The 242 Queer Saying? now are all the Go 259 10 CONTENTS. PAOK Rosalie, the Prairie Flower , 18 Rose of Allandale, The 41 Recline, Dear Boss 43 Ready Barber 43 Rock Beside the Sea, The 65 Rapture Dwelling, The 78 Reaper of the Plain, The 122 Relics of Washington, The 132 Red, White, and Blue 138 Rambler from Clare, The 148 Row, Row, Homeward, &c 222 Raging Kanawl 257 Rosa Lee 290 Rosa May 293 Say a Kind Word when you Can 29 Shells of the Ocean 31 See our Oars with Feathered Spray 31 Swift as the Flash 52 Some One to Love ". 67 Swiss Boy 70 Song of the Sexton 75 She Wore a Wreath of Roses 76 Silver Moon 88 Slumber's Golden Chain 91 Star of the Evening 94 Soldier's Tear, The 109 Soldier's Last Sigh, The , 112 Soldier's Last Bugle, The 112 Soldier's Dream, The 113 Song of the Farmer, The 120 Sweet the Hour 122 Star Spangled Banner 126 Squeak the Fife, and Beat the Drum 137 Strong Lads of Labor, The 141 Since I've been in the Army 164 Savourneen Deelish 171 Scotch Lad"s Song in America 179 Sailier Boy, The 206 Sailor's Last Whistle, The 209 Siege of Pittsburgh, The 209 CONTENTS. 11 PAQB Sailor Boy's Dream, The 210 Sea, The 2U Song of the Turf. 229 Silent Sana Singing Darkies 292 Sugar Cane Green 312 The dearest spot on earth to me, is Home, Sweet Home 14 The Prairie Flower 18 The May Dew 21 There'll be no Sorrow There 25 The Last Rose of Summer 26 Thou art Gone from my Gaze 29 The Light of Other Days 32 The Watchman 33 The Voice of Her I Love 35 The Lone Starry Hours 37 The Rose of Allandale 41 There's Room enough for All 50 'Tis Better to Laugh than be Sighing 54 'Tis Home where the Heart is 56 'Twas a Beautiful Night 57 Twinkling Stars 53 Thou art Mine Own, Love 66 There's a Good Time Coming 69 Twenr 71 The Bonny Boat 77 The Beating of my Owu Heart Take me Home to Die 100 They Ask me if I Ever Weep 102 The Song my Mother Loved to Sing 116 The Farmer Sat in his Easy Chair 125 The Bold Privateer 147 key in the Jug 152 172 e's Farewell 175 The Four Leaved Shamrock 176 The Lass wi' the Bonnie Blue E'en 190 The Tempest 221 Times and Fashions of I860 Trust to Lack 230 12 CONTENTS. Pi*. Trust to Pluck 231 Things I don't Like to See 247 The Days when I was Hard Up 273 Taking Tea in the Arbor 276 Unfurl the Glorious Banner 133 Uncle Sam's Farm 136 Unlucky Fellow, The 237 Yedrai Carino 44 Vilkins and his Dinah 317 When the Golden Stars are Beaming 16 "Willie's on the Dark Blue Sea 23 What Fairy Like Music 33 Woodmau, Spare that Tree , 48 What is Home Without a Mother 50 Willie, we have Missed You 53 We Meet by Chance 56 When Wakes the Sun 90 When Bound in Slumber's Golden Chain 91 When the Trump of Fame Ill When a Little Farm we Keep 124 Widow Machree 149 Wid a Dhudieen 150 Within a mile of Edinboro' 185 What's a' the Steer, Kimmer 195 White Squall, The '212 What are You Going to Stand 259 When I was out a Sleighing 260 We're all Cutting 269 What is a Bachelor Like 278 Wait for the Wagon 2S8 Witching Dinah Crow , 299 Ye Sons of Freedom 134 Young America 142 You're Going to the Wars 162 Yankee Ship, Ac 205 Yankee Midshipman 221 Yankee Manufacture 256 Yaller Busha Belle 293 Yellow Rose of Texas 310 SONGS OF SENTIMENT, &c EVER OF THEE. A NEW AND POPULAR BALLAD. Ever of thee I'm fondly dreaming, Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer, Thou wert the star that mildly beaming, Shone o'er my path when all was dark and drear. Still in my heart, thy form I cherish, Every kind thought like a bird flies to thee \ Ah ! never till life and memory perish Can I forget how dear thou art to me, Morn, noon, and night, where e'er I may be. Fondly I'm dreaming ever of thee, Fondly I'm dreaming ever of thee. Ever of thee, when sad and lonely, Wandering afar my soul joy'd to dwell; Ah ! then I felt, and I loved thee only, All seem'd to fade before affection's spell. Years have not chill'd the love I cherish, True as the stars hath my heart been to thee ', Ah ! never till life and memory perish, Can I forget how dear thou art to me. Morn, noon, and night, where e'er I may be, Fondly I'm dreaming ever of thee, Fondly I'm dreaming ever of t\\QQ. (13) 14 SONCS OF SENTIMENT. THE CANADIAN BOAT SONG. Faintly as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tuue .and our oars keep time, Soon as the wood on shore looks dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylight's cast. Why should we yet our sails unfurl ? There's not a breath the blue wave to curl, But when the breeze blows off the shore, Oh ! sweetly we'll rest on our weary oar. Blow, breezes blow, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past. Utawa's tide ! the trembling moon Shall see us float over thy surges soon, Saint of the Green Isle ! hear our prayers, Grant us cool heavens and favoring airs. Blow, breezes blow, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near and the daylkjht's past. X Moore. THE DEAREST SPOT ON EARTH TO ME, IS HOME, SWEET HOME. Sung with great applause by Miss Adelaide Philipps. The dearest spot of earth to me, Is home, sweet home, The fairy land I long to se e ; Is home, sweet home. There how chained the sense of hearing, There where hearts are so endearing, All the world is not so cheering, As home, sweet home. The dearest spot on earth to me Is home, sweet home, The fairy land I longed to see, Is home, sweet home. SONGS OF SENTIMENT. 15 Fve taught my heart the way to prize My home, sweet home, I've learned to look with lovers' eyes, On home, sweet home. There where vows are truly plighted, There where hearts are so united, All the world besides I've slighted, For home, sweet home. Oh ! the dearest spot on earth to me, Is home, sweet home, The fairy land, &c. MY BOYHOOD'S HOME. "'** My boyhood's home, I see thy hills, I see thy valley's changeful green, And manhood's eye a tear-drop fills Tho' years have rolled since thee I've seen. I come to thee from war's dread school, A warrior stern o'er thee to rule, But as I gaze on each lov'd plain I feel I am a boy again. To the war steed adieu — To the trumpet farewell, To the pomp of the palace The proud gilded dome, For the green scenes of childhood I bid you farewell, The soldier returns to his boyhood's loved home. HOME, SWEET HOME. Mid pleasures and palaces tho' 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 through the wide world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home, home, sweet, sweet home, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home. An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain, Oh ! give me my lowly thatched cottage again ; "With the birds singing gaily that came at my call, Give me them with that peace of mind dearer than all. Home, home, sweet, sweet home, &c. John Howard Payne, 1C SONGS OP SENTIMENT. "WHEN THE GOLDEN STARS ARE BEAMING. As sung b} r Madame Parodi. When the golden stars are beaming, On the heaven's dome, Am I still and sadly dreaming, Of my distant home. In a country, strange and endless, Have my pleasures gone, And I wander still and friendless, Sadly and alone. And affliction deep and growing, Goes where'er I roam, Longing, longing, still and glowing, Draws the wanderer home. Nowhere is the breeze so fragrant, And the sun so bright, As in thee, my country distant, On the mountain height. Here no herd is gently mounting, All the hills alone, Nowhere is the Alp-horn sounding, Nor the herdsman's song ! Lo ! if sun or stars are beaming, In the heaven's dome, Am I still and sadly dreaming Of my distant home ! And so are afflictions going With me hand in hand ! Longing draws me still and glowing, Home to Switzerland — Proch. SONGS OP SENTIMENT. i7 MY NATIVE HIGHLAND HOME. My Highland home, where tempests blow, And cold thy wintry looks, Thy mountains crown'd with driven snow, And ice-bound are thy brooks ; But colder far the exile's heart, However far he'd roam, To whom these words no joy impart, My native Highland home. Then gang along with, me to Scotland dear, We ne'er again will roam, And with thy smile so bonny cheer, My native Highland home. When summer comes, the heather bell Shall tempt thy feet to rove, The cushat dove within the dell Invites to peace and love ; "For blithesome is the break of day And sweet's the bonny broom, And pure the trickling rills that play, Around my Highland home. Then gang along with me to Scotland dear, We ne'er again will roam, But with thy smile so bonny cheer, My native Highland home. A MOTHER'S LOVE. A mother's love, a mother's love, The dew that falls in opening life, When life is most like Eden's grove, With pure and playful life. Our earliest joy, our latest thought, Where e'er we rove — where e'er we rove, Thou only good of earth unbought, We think of thee — a mother's love, We think of thee — a mother's love. 18 SONGS OF SENTIMENT. ROSALIE, THE PRAIRIE FLOWER. On the distant prairie, where the heather wild, In its quiet beauty lived and smiled, Stands a little cottage, and a creeping vine, Loves around its porch to twine. In that peaceful dwelling was a lovely child, With her blue eyes beaming, soft and mild, And the wavy ringlets of her flaxen hair, Floating in the summer air. Fair as a lily, joyous and free, Light of that prairie home was she, Ev'ry one who knew her felt the gentle power Of Rosalie, the prairie flower. On that distant prairie, when the days were long, Tripping like a fairy, sweet her song, With the sunny blossoms and the birds at play, Beautiful and bright as they. When the twilight shadows gathered in the west, And the voice of nature sunk to rest, Like a cherub kneeling seem'd that lovely child, With her gentle eyes so mild. Fair as a lily, &c. But the summer faded, and the chilly blast O'er that happy cottage swept at last, Where the autumn song birds woke the dewy morn, Little prairie flower was gone ; For the angels whispered softly in her ear, " Child, thy father calls thee, stay not here," And they gently bore her, robed in spotless white, To the blissful home of light. Tho' we shall never look on her more, Gone with the love and joy she bore, Far away she's blooming in a fadeless bower, Sweet Rosalie, the prairie flower. SONGS OF SENTIMENT. 19 GENTLE ANNIE. Written and composed by Stephen C. Foster. Music published by Firth A Pond, 547 Broadway, N. Y. Thou wilt come no more, gentle Annie, Like a flower thy spirit did depart, Thou art gone, alas ! like the many That have bloomed in the summer of my heart. Shall we never more behold thee, Never hear thy winning voice again, When the spring time comes, gentle Annie, And the wild flowers are scattered o'er the plain ? Cho?-us — Shall we never more behold thee, &c. "We have roamed and loved 'mid the bowers, When thy downy cheeks were in the bloom, Now I stand alone 'mid the flowers, While they mingle their perfumes o'er thy tomb. Shall we never more, &c. Ah ! the hours grow sad while I ponder, Ne^r the silent spot where thou wast laid ; And my heart bows down when I wander, By the streams and meadows where we stray'd. Shall we never more behold thee, &c. IN HAPPY MOMENTS. In happy moments day by day The sands of life may pass, In swift but tranquil tide away, From Time's unerring glass ; Yet hopes we used as bright to deem, Remembrance will recall, Whose pure and whose unfading beam Is dearer than them all. Though anxious eyes upon us gaze, And hearts with fondness beat, Whose smile upon each feature plays, With truthfulness replete ; Some thoughts none others can replace, Remembrance will recall, Which in the blight of years we trace, Is dearer than them all. From Maritana. 20 SONGS OP SENTIMENT. COME, MAIDEN, WITH ME. Music published by F ; rth & Pond, 547 Broadway, N. Y. Come, maiden, with me * the ■stlvery^'sea, ■ v My bark is impatiently w t ng for- thee, The bright stars are smiling io s^fcftfijfly^pear, And the light waves are dancing to welcome thee here ; , Cool zephyrs are wooing thy ringtets to come, And wanton with them on our own ocean ljome, *• Where the sea-birds shall wake thee when 'danger is near, And their gajBlols shall teach thee to lau*gh at thy/fear. Come, mjiPlen, with me, &c. jri'- My bark is as swift as the wind,' when ihe deep, ' And wild leaping ocean wav^Jock tkem to sleepy , ~ And stout as the billow she stems in her^pri'de, To bear thee afar on its bosom, mj bride. Her anchor's aweigh, for the far coral groves, Where the mermaidens sing of their shorts ancrtheir loves } Then linger not here on this dull shore ialotie, For its haunts are unfit for thee, beautiful one. And when o'er the wave we are bound^ng^along, .^ 'Ere the land disappear^ thou shalt wajbl%a songf U . s Of farewell to the scenes we leave joyless-behind, Whose soft notes shall dwell on the whigs of the wind, And its burden shall be as it floats on the breeze Of beauty and love and a life on the seas. Then hasten, dear maiden, o'er the star lighted sea, My proud bark shall bear thee to freedom with me. "LOVE'S TRUE ELIXIR." A popular Song from " The Love Spell." With a tender look I'll charm him, With a modest smile invite him, With a tear or sigh alarm him, With a fond caress excite him. Never yet was man so mulish, That I could not make him yield, sir, Nemorino's fate's decided, When Adina takes the field, sir. My receipt is in my eyes, There love's true elixir lies. t SONtfSs OP SENTIMENT. 21 THE MAY DEW. Oh ! come with me, love, I am seeking A spell in the young year' owers, The magical May dew is w * og Its charm o'er the sum%m?i bowers. Its pearls ar^e more precious than those they find In jeweled India's sea, For the dew dr*bps might serve to bind, Thy heart for ever to me. ** 4, Oh ! come with me, love, I am seeking A spell in' the young year's flowers, The magical May dew is weeping, Its charm, o'er the summer bowers. Then come love, &c. .^|fc Haste, or the charm will'be missing, We seek in the May dew now, For soon the warm sun- will be kissing, The bright drops from blossom and bough. And the charm is so tender the May dew sheds, Or the wild flowers' delicate dyes, That e'er with the touch of the sunbeam 'tis said, The mystical influence flies. 6. Then come with me, love, I am seeking A spell in the young year's flowers, The magical May dew is weeping, Its charm o'er. the summer bowers. Then come love, come love, Come love to me, &c. I AM THE BAYADERE. Madame Anna Bishop's Celebrated Song. I am the Bayadere, And the gay tamborine, Tra la la la la ! Drives me from all care, Tra la la la la ! As I dance on the green. Born on the banks of the Ganges, Young pleasure is my guide, Aod bless him that ranges The forest at my side. Tra la la la la I 22 SONGS OF SENTIMENT. ON THE LAKE WHERE DROOPED THE WILLOW. On the lake where drooped the willow, Long time ago, Where the rock threw back the billow, Brighter than snow, There dwelt a maid beloved and cherished, By high and low, But with the Autumn leaf she perished, Long time ago. Bock and tree and flowing water, Long time ago, Bird and bee and blossom taught her, Love's spell to know. While to my fond words she listened, Murmuring low, Tenderly her dove eye glistened, Long time ago. Mingled were our hearts for ever, Long time ago, Can I now forget her never ? No, lost one, no. To her grave these tears are given, Ever to flow, She's the star I missed from heaven, Long time ago. George P. Morris. WILLIE'S ON THE DARK BLUE SEA. Music published by Oliver Ditson, 227 Washington St., Boston. My Willie's on the dark blue sea, He's gone far o'er the main, And many a weary day will pass, Ere he'll come back again, Then blow ye gentle winds o'er the dark blue sea, Bid the storm king stay his hand, And bring my Willie back to mc ; ; Tis his dear native land. SONGS OF SENTIMENT. 28 I love my "Willie best of all, He e'er was true to me — But lonesome, dreary, are the hours, Since he has gone to sea. There's danger on the waters now I hear the bleak hills cry, And moaning voices seem to speak From out the cloudy sky. I see the vivid lightning's flash, And hark ! the thunders roar, — Oh ! Father, save my Willie from The storm king's mighty power. And as she spoke the lightning ceased, Hushed was the thunder's roar, And Willie clasped her in his arms To roam the seas no more. Chorus — Now gentle winds o'er the dark blue sea, No more we'll stay thy hand, Since Willie's safe at home with me, In his own dear native land. A COTTAGE BY THE SEA. Music at Firth & Pond's, 547 Broadway, N. Y. Childhood's days now pass before me, Forms and scenes of long ago, Like a dream they hover o'er me, Calm and bright as evening glow. Days that know no shade of sorrow, There my young heart pure and free, Joyful hailed each coming morrow, Chorus — In the cottage by the sea. In the cottage by the sea. Fancy views the rose trees twining, Bound the old and rustic door, And below the white beach shining Where I gathered shells of yore, Hears my mother's gentle warning, As she took me on her knee, And I feel again life's morning, » In the cottage by the sea, In the cottage by the sea. 24 SONGS OF SENTIMENT. What though years have rolled above me, Tho' mid fairer scenes I roam, Yet I ne'er shall cease to love thee, Childhood's dear and happy home. And when life's long day is closing, Oh ! how pleasant it would be, On some faithful heart reposing, In the cottage by the sea. Chorua — In the cottage by the sea, In the cottage by the sea. BY THE SAD SEA WAVES. As sung by Jenny Lind, Mad. Parodi, &c, &c. By the sad sea waves, I listen while they moan, I lament o'er the graves Of hope and pleasure gone. I was young — I was fair, I once had not a care, From the rising of the morn To the setting of the sun, Yet I pine like a slave, By the sad sea wave. Come again bright days of hope and pleasure gone, Come again bright days, Come again, come again. From my care last night, By holy sleep beguiled, In the fair dream light, My home upon me smiled. Oh ! how sweet mid the dew, Ev'ry flower that I knew, Breathed a welcome back, To their worn and weary child. I awoke, in my grave, By the sad sea wave. Come again bright dream so peacefully that smiled, Come again bright dream, Come again, &c. SONGS OF SENTIMENT. 25 LET US SPEAK OF A MAN AS WE FIND HIM. Let us speak of a man as we find him, And censure alone what we see, And should a man blame, let's remind him, That from vice we are none of us free. Jf the veil from the heart could be torn, And the mind could be read on the brow, There are many we'd pass by with scorn, Whom we're loading with high honors now. Let us speak of a man, Let us speak of a man, Let us speak of a man as we find him. Let us speak of a man as we find him, And heed not what others may say, If he's frail, then a kind word may bind him, When coldness would turn him away; For the heart must be barren indeed, Where no bud of repentance can bloom, Then pause, ere you cause it to bleed, Or a smile or a frown hangs it down. Let us speak of a man, Let us speak of a man, &c. THERE'LL BE NO SORROW THERE. " Oh ! sing to me of heaven, When I am called to die, Sing holy songs of ecstasy, To waft my soul on high. Chorus — There'll be no more sorrow there, There'll be no more sorrow there, In heaven above where all is love, There'll be no more sorrow there. When cold and sluggish drops Roll off my marble brow, Wake in sweet strains of joyfulness, And heaven begins below. There'll be no more sorrow there, There'll be no more sorrow there. 26 SONGS OF SENTIMENT. 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 ? A PARODY ON THE SAME, 'Tis the last piece of silver Left gleaming alone, All its specie companions Are paid out and gone. No cash of its kindred, No red cent is nigh, To reflect back its lustre, Or show die for die SONGS OF SENTIMENT. 27 I'll not keep thee, thou lone one, Like a pipe's broken stem, Since the rest is expended, I'll spend you like them. Thus kindly I scatter Thee with the last " red;" And my empty exchequer Is cent-less and dead. MAGGIE BY MY SIDE. The land of home is flitting, Flitting from my view, The wind in the sail is sitting, Toils the merry crew. Here, let my home be, O'er the waters wide, I roam with a proud heart, Maggie's by my side. Chorus — My own love, Maggie dear, Sitting by gay side, Maggie dear, my own love, Sitting by my side. The wind howls o'er the billow, From the distant lea, Storms raging round my pillow Bring no cares to me. Roll on, ye dark waves, O'er the troubled tide, I heed not your anger, Maggie's by my side. My own love, &c. Storms can appal me never, While her brow is clear j Fair weather lingers ever, Where her smiles appear. When sorrow's breaker^ Bound my heart shall bide, Still may I find her, Sitting by my side. My own love, Maggie dear, &c 28 SONGS OF SENTIMENT. BELL BRANDON. Neath a tree by the margin of the wild wood, Whose spreading leafy boughs swept the ground, With a path leadiDg thither o'er the prairie, Where silence hung her night garb around ; Where oft I have wandered in the evening, When the summer winds were" fragrant o'er the lea, There I saw the little beauty, Bell Brandon, As we met by the old arbor tree. There I saw, &c. Bell Brandon was a birdling of the mountain, She sported on her wings wild and free, - And they said the life current of the red man Tinged her veins from a far distant sea ; And she loved her humble dwelling on the prairie, And her guileless, happy heart clung to me ; And I loved the little beauty, Bell Brandon,^ And we both loved the old arbor tree. For I loved, &c. On the trunk of an aged tree I carved them, And our names on the sturdy oak remain, But I now repair in sorrow to its shelter, And murmur to the wild winds my pain. After I sat there in solitude repining, For the beauteous dream brought night to me, Death has wed the little beauty, Bell Brandon, And she sleeps 'neath the old arbor tree. HEBE'S A HEALTH TO ALL GOOD LASSES. A POPULAR GLEE. Here's a health to all good lasses, Pledge it merrily, fill your glasses, Let the bumper toast go round, Let the bumper toast go round. May they live a life of pleasure, Without mixture, without measure, For with them true joys are found. Fill your glasses — mine's a bumper — All good lasses — mine's a thumper. Here's a health to all good lasses, &c. SONGS OP SENTIMENT. 29 THOU ART GONE FROM MY GAZE. Thou art gone from my gnze like a beautiful dream, And I seek thee in vain by the mountain and stream, Oft I breathe thy dear name to the wind passing by, But thy sweet voice is mute to my bosom's lone sigh. In the stillness of night, when the stars mildly shine, My heart fondly holds a communion with thine, For I feel thou art near, and where e'er I may be, That the spirit of love keeps a watch over me. Of the buds in thy bower, new companions I make, Every simple wild flower I prize for thy sake, The deep woods and dark wilds can a pleasure impart, For their solitude suits my sad sorrow-worn heart. Thou art gone from my gaze, but I will not repine, Ere long we shall meet in a home that's now thine, For I feel thou art near, and where e'er I may be, That the spirit of love keeps a watch over me. SAY A KIND WORD WHEN YOU CAN. What were life without something to cheer us With a word or a smile on our way ? A friend who is faithfully near us, Who heeds not what others may say. The bravest of spirits have often, Half failed in the race they have ran, For a kind word life's hardships to soften j Then say a kind word when you can Chorus — Say a kind word, &c. Each one of us own to some failing, Tho' some may have more than the rest, Rut there's no good in heedlessly railing 'Gainst those who are striving their best. Remember a word of complaining May blight every effort and plan, Which a kind word would help in attaining, Then say a kind word when you can. SONGS OF SENTIMENT. Oh ! say a kind word then, whenever Twill make the heart cheerful and glad, But chiefly, forget it oh never ! To the one that is hopeless and sad. Eor there's no word so easy in saying, So begin — if you have not began, And never in life be delaying, To say a kind word when you can. Then say a kind word, &c. J. R. Thomas. HAZEL DELL. In the hazel dell my Nelly's sleeping, Nelly loved so long, And my lonely, lonely watch Pm keeping, Nelly lost and gone. Here in moonlight oft we've wandered, Through the silent shade, Now where leafy branches drooping downward, Little Nelly's laid. All alone my watch I'm keeping, In the hazel dell, For my darling Nelly's near me sleeping, Nelly, dear, farewell. In the hazel dell my Nelly's sleeping, Where the flowers wave, And the silent stars are nightly weeping O'er poor Nelly's grave. Hopes that once my bosom fondly cherished, Smile no more for me, Ev'ry dream of joy, alas ! has perished, Nelly, dear with thee. All alone, &c. Now I'm weary, friendless, and forsaken, Watching here alone, Nelly, thou no more wilt fondly cheer me, With thy loving tone. Yet for ever shall thy gentle image Within my memory dwell, And my tears thy lonely grave shall moisten, Nelly, dear, farewell. SONGS OF SENTIMENT. 31 SHELLS OF THE OCEAN. One summer eve, in pensive thought, I wandered on the sea-beat shore, Where oft in heedless infancy, I gathered shells in days before, I gathered shells, &c. The flashing waves like music fell, Responsive to my fancy wild, A dream came o'er me like a spell, I thought I was again a child. A dream came o'er me like a spell, I thought I was again a child. I stooped upon the pebbly strand, To cull the toys that round me lay, But as I took them in my hand, I threw them one by one away, T threw them, &c. Oh ! thus, I said, in ev'ry stage, By toys our fancy is beguiled, We gather shells from youth to age, And then we leave them like a child. We gather shells, &c. SEE OUR OARS WITH FEATHERED SPRAY* A POPULAR GLEE. See our oars with feathered spray, Sparkle in the beam of day, In our little bark we glide Swiftly o'er the silent tide. From yonder lone and rocky shore, The warrior hermit to restore ; And sweet the morning breezes blow, While thus in measured time we row. See our oars, &c. SONGS OP SENTIMENT. MY HOME SHALL BE THE WAVES. Speed on my bark, the day beam Is bursting on my sight, Still o'er the rolling billows, Speed on thy rapid flight. 'Tis life along the waters, With eagle's wing to sweep, To breathe the song of freedom, Upon the boundless deep. Speed on, &c. With thee my bark undaunted, Whatever chance be thine, I'll share it gladly with thee, And may thy fate be mine. I will not fix my dwelling Amid a world of slaves, With thee through life for ever, My home shall be the waves. I will not, &c. THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS. The light of other days is faded, And all their glories past, For grief with heavy wing hath shaded Those hopes too bright to last. The world, which morning's mantle clouded, Shines forth with purer rays ; But the heart ne'er feels in sorrow shrouded The light of other days. The leaves which Autumn tempests wither, The birds which then take wing, When winter winds are past, come hither To welcome back the spring. The very ivy on the ruin The gloomful life displays, But the heart alone sees no renewing The light of other days. SONGS OF SENTIMENT. £8 THE WATCHMAN. Good night, good night, my dearest, How fast the moments fly ! 'Tis time to part j thou hearest That hateful watchman's cry, "Past twelve o'clock," good night. Yet stay a moment longer, Alas ! why is it so ? The wish to stay grows stronger The more 'tis time to go. " Past one o'clock," good night. Now wrap thy cloak about thee, The hours must sure go wrong, For when they are past without thee, They're oh ! ten times as long. u Past two o'clock," good night. Again that dreadful warning, Had ever time such flight ? And see the sky, — 'tis morning, So now indeed, good night. c - Past three o'clock," good night. Thomas Moorb. WHAT FAIRY LIKE MUSIC. What fairy like music Steals over the sea, Entrancing the senses, With charmed melody ! 'Tis the voice of the mermaid, That floats o'er the main, As she mingles her song With the gondolier's strain. The winds are all hushed, And the waters at rest, They sleep like the passions In infancy's breast, Till storms shall unchain them From out the dark cave, And break the repose Of the soul and the wave. S4 SONGS OF SENTIMENT. MY BARQUE IS BOUNDING NEAR. Oh ! listen, dearest lady, It is thine own one calls, Pale stars are o'er thee shinin Dim twilight round thee falls. Come, come, this heart awaits thee, My lady love appear, * Come, fly with me across the lake, My barque is bounding near, My barque is bounding near, &c. Oh ! hasten, dearest lady, As o'er the tide we rove, Each silvery wave shall echo Sweet notes of minstrel love. And vows of truth I'll breathe to thee, I'll kiss away each tear, Come, fly with me across the lake, My barque is bounding near, My barque is bounding near, &c. LET US ALL HELP ONE ANOTHER. Let us all help one another, And all heart of kindness show, As adown time's flowing river, In the boat of life we row. For though rough may be the weather, And the sky be overcast, If we only pull together, We can brave the storm at last. Let us all help one another, In misfortune's wintry day, And be kinder still as ever ere, Earth's best gifts are snatched away. When bright fortune gilds the morrow, Hollow hearts will fawn and cling, But when comes the night of sorrow, True hearts only comfort bring. Let us all help, &c. SONGS OF SENTIMENT. MY PHETTY JANE. My pretty Jane, my pretty Jane, Ah ! never look so shy, But meet me in the evening While the bloom is on the rye. The Spring is waning fast, my love, The corn is in the ear, The Summer nights are coming, love, The moon shines bright and clear. But name the day, the wedding day, When I will buy the ring, The lads and maids in favors white; And the village bells shall ring. My pretty Jane, &c. THE VOICE OF HER I LOVE. A Celebrated Harp Song. How sweet at close of silent eve, The harp's responsive sound ! How sweet the vows that ne'er deceived Or deeds by virtue crown'd ! How sweet to sit beneath a tree, In some delightful grove, But oh ! more sweet, more dear to me, Is the voice of her I love. Whene'er she joins the village train, To hail the new born day, Mellifluous notes compose the strain, Which zephyrs waft away. The frowns of fate I'll calmly bear, In humble sphere to move, Content and blest whene'er I hear The voice of her I love. 3b SONGS OP SENTIMENT. LISTEN TO THE MOCKING BIRD. A Celebrated Imitation Song. I'm dreaming now of Hally, sweet Hally, sweet Hally, Fin dreaming now of Hally ; For the thought of her is one that never dies. She's sleeping in the valley, the valley, 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, &c. Still singing where the weeping willows wave. 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-birds were singing far and wide. Chorus. — Listen to the Mocking-bird, &c. 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, Since my Hally is no longer with me now. Chorus. — Listen to the Mocking-bird, listen to the Mocking-bird, &c. MORNING ITS SWEETS IS FLINGING. Morning its sweets is flinging Over each bower and spray, Flowers to life are springing, To greet the opening day; Zephyrs are gently winging Round their sportive way, Birds on each branch are singing, While echo repeats the lay, * While echo repeats the lay. ; Tis an enchanted grove, Sacred to peace and love. From Cinderella. SONGS OP SENTIMENT. 37 THE LONE STARRY HOURS. Music published by Ditson, 227 "Washington St., Boston. Oh ! the lone starry hours give me, love, When still is the beautiful night, When the round laughing moon I see, love, Peeps through the clouds silver white. When no winds sweep through the woods, love, And I gaze on the bright rising star, When the world is in dream and asleep, love, wake while I touch my guitar. Till the red rosy morn grows bright, love, Far away o'er the distant sea, Till the stars cease their gentle light, love, Will I wait for a welcome from thee. And oh ! if that pleasure is thine, love, We will wander together afar, My heart shall be thine, thine, my love, Then awake while I touch my guitar. ALUS FOR THE BEST. Music published by Firth & Pond, 547 Broadway, N. T. All's for the best; be sanguine and cheerful. Trouble and sorrow are friends in disguise, Nothing but folly goes faithless and fearful, Courage forever is happy and wise. All's for the best; if a man would but know it, Providence wishes that all may be blest, This is no dream of the pundit or poet, Fact is not fancy, and all's for the best, Fact is not fancy, and all's for the best. All's for the best; set this on your standard, Soldier of sadness or pilgrim of love, Who to the shores of despair may have wandered, A way-wearied swallow or heart-stricken dove. All's for the best; be a man but confiding, Providence tenderly governs the rest, And the frail barque of his creature is guiding, Wisely and warily ; all's for the best. 88 SONGS OF SENTIMENT. All's for the best ; dispel idle terrors, Meet all your fears and your foes in the van, And in the midst of your dangers and errors, Trust like a child and strive like a man. All's for the best; unavailing, unbounded, Providence wishes that all may be blest, And both by wisdom and mercy surrounded, Hope and be happy then, all's for the best. All's for the best : all's for the best ; Hope and be happy, &c. &c. « KISS BUT NEVER TELL." Music by F. Buckley. Firth & Pond, 547 Broadway, N. Y. When love grows warm there is a charm, And oft a sacred bliss, When fond hearts greet, for lips to meet, In sweet affection's kiss ; But to reveal the secret seal, Which hallows it so well, May quench love's flame, with breath of shame, So kiss, but never tell. Oh, kiss, but never tell to any, Breathing breaks the spell, True love's pledge to keep forever. Kiss, but never tell. At night when eyes like stars beam bright. And kindred souls commune, When heart to heart, love's vows impart, Beneath the smiling moon ; At such an hour of magic power, What holy raptures dwell, In each true breast by honor blest, To kiss, but never tell ! Then kiss, but never tell, oh, never, Breathing breaks the spell, True love's pledge to keep forever. Kiss, but never tell. Silas S. Steels. SONGS OF SENTIMENT. 39 BATTI, BATTI— " CHIDE ME, CHIDE ME ! " Piccolomini's Celebrated SoDg, from Don Juan. Chide me, chide me, dear Masetto, Chide Zerlina at your will, Like the patient lamb I suffer, Meek, and mute, and loving still. Rend those locks you praised so highly. From thine arms Zerlina cast, These fond eyes in rage extinguish, Fondly still they'll look their last. Ah ! I see, love, you're relenting, Pardon, kneeling I implore, Night and day to thee devoted, Here I vow to err no more. COME BRAVE THE SEA. Air — Liberty. Duett in II Puritani. Come brave the sea with me, love, The empire of the free, love, There shalt thou dwell with me, love, My blessing and my pride. Oh ! hasten with me there, love, While yet the wind is fair, love, While the sparkling billows foam, love, Where e'er fate bids us roam, love My ship shall be thy home, love, And thou be the sailor's bride. Come brave the sea, &c. Come then and with me roam, love, From father, friends, and home, love, Where the sparkling billows foam, love, So boundless and so wide. For dangers dread thee there, love, Where tempests rend the air, love, Tho' fair the earth may be, love, It is not like the sea, love, Where soars the spirit free, love, While o'er its breast we ride. Come brave the sea, &c. 40 SONGS OF SENTIMENT. "NEATH THIS LEAFY SHADE RECLINING." A gern from the Elixir of Love. 'Neath this leafy shade reclining, Sweet repose with pleasure blending, While the noontide sun is shining Here we pass an hour away, Screened from heat by fragrant bowers Cooling streams and fragrant flowers. But when love exerts, exerts his power, Nought, oh ! nought's impervious to his ray, No, when love exerts, exerts his sway, Tower nor bower's impervious to his ray. MEET ME IN THE WILLOW GLEN. As sung by Miss Sheriff. Meet me in the willow glen, When the silver moon is beaming, Songs of love I'll sing to thee, When all the world is dreaming. No prying eye shall come, love, No stranger foot be seen, And the distant village hum, love, Shall echo through the glen. Meet me in the willow glen When the silver moon is beaming, Songs of love I'll sing you there, If you'll meet me in the willow glen. LIKE THE GLOOM OF NIGHT EETIEING. As sung by Madame Parodi. Like the gloom of night retiring, When in splendor beams the day, Hope again my heart inspiring, Doubt and fear shall chase away. Life shall yield its sweetest treasure, When our plighted faith we seal, Care not one dear drop of pleasure From our cup of joy shall steal. Like the gloom of night, &c. SONGS OP SENTIMENT. 41 DRINK YE TO HER THAT EACH LOVES BEST. Drink ye to her that each loves best, And if you nurse a flame, Told only to her mutual breast, A\'e will not ask her name. Enough, while memory tranced and glad, Taints silently the fair, That each should dream of joys he's had, Or yet may hope to share. Yet far from hence be jest or boast, From hallow* d thoughts so dear, But drink to them that we love most, As they would like to hear. Then drink to her that each loves best, &c. Campbell. THE ROSE OF ALLANDALE. The morn was fair, the skies were clear, No breath came o'er the lea, When Mary left her Highland cot, • And wandered forth with me. Though flowers decked the mountain side, And fragrance filled the vale, By far the sweetest flower there, Was the Rose of Allandale. Where e'er I wandered, east or west, Tho' fate began to lower, A solace still was she to me, In sorrow's lonely hour. When tempests lashed our gallant bark, And rent oar shivering sail, One maiden form withstood the storm, 'Twa.s the Rose of Allandale. And when in; were parched, On Afric's burning sand, She whispered h pee of happiness, And tales of distant land. My life had b< eh a wilderness, (J ablest by fortune's gale, Had late not linked my lot with hers, iet Rose of Allandale. 42 SONGS OF SENTIMENT. MY MOTHER DEAR. There was a place in childhood, That I remember well, And there a voice of sweetest tone, Bright fairy tales did tell. And gentle words with fond embrace Were given with joy to me*, "When I was in that happy place, Upon my mother's knee. My mother dear, my mother dear, My gentle, gentle mother dear. When fairy tales were ended, " Good night/' she softly said, And kissed, and laid me down to sleep, Within my tiny bed. And holy words she taught me there, Methinks I yet can see Her angel eyes as close I knelt, Beside my mother's knee. Oh ! mother dear, &c. In the sickness of my childhood, The perils of my prime, The sorrows of my riper years, The cares of ev'ry time — When doubt, or danger, weighed me down, Then pleading all for me, It was a fervent prayer to heaven, That bent my mother's knee. My mother, &c. BE MINE, DEAR MAID. From "Guy Mannering." Be mine, dear maid, this faithful heart Can never prove untrue, ; Twere easier far from life to part, Than cease to live for you. Then turn thee not away, my love, Oh ! turn thee not away, Tor by the light of tr,uth I swear, To love thee night and day, To love thee, &c. SONGS OF SENTIMENT. 43 The lark shall first forget to sing, When morn unfolds the east, Ere I by change or coldness wring Thy fond confiding breast. Then turn thee not away, my love, Oh ! turn thee not away, For by the light of truth I swear, To love thee night and day, To love thee, l\:c. RECLINE, DEAR BOSS, OR THE READY BARBER. A PARODY ON THE ABOVE. Recline dear boss, my razor's sharp, My hand is firm and true, 'Twere easier far my blood to start, Than make a cut on you. Then turn thy head this way, dear boss, Then turn thy head this way, For by the Tonsor's art I swear, To shave thee right away, boss. (Repeat, strapping razor to symphony.) To shave thee right to-day, boss, To shave thee right away, To shave thee, to shave thee, To shave thee ri-hi-ight away, boss. MY SISTER DEAR. From Massaniello. My sister dear, o'er this rude cheek, I oft have felt the tear-drop stealing, When those mute looks have told the feeling Heaven denied the tongue to speak, And thou had'st comfort in that tear, Shed for thee, my sister dear. And now, alas ! I weep alone By thee, by joy, by hope forsaken, Midst thoughts that darkest fears awaken, Trembling for thy fute unknown, And vainly flows the bitter tear, Shed for thee, my sister dear. 4 SONGS OP SENTIMENT. " BEHOLD HOW BRIGHTLY ERE AKS THE MORNING/' Or the Fisherman's Barcarole, from the same. Behold how brightly breaks the morning, Tho' bleak our lot, our hearts are warm, To toil inured, all clanger scorning, We hail the breeze, and brave the storm. Put off, put off, our course we know, Take heed — whisper low. Look out and spread your net with care; The prey we seek, we'll soon, we'll soon ensnare. Away, no cloud is lowering o'er us, Freely now we'll stem the wave, Hoist, hoist all sail, while full before us, Hope's beacon shines to cheer the brave. Put off, put off, &c. VEDRAI CARINO— LIST, AND I'LL FIND, LOVE. From Don Juan. As sung by all vocalists of celebrity. List, and I'll find, love, If you are kind, love, Balm for your mind, love, Patient be. This balm so pure, love, Simple and sure, love, Sweet to endure, love, None know but me. Thrilling and healing, Over thee stealing, Exquisite feeling, Meant but for thee. To thy entreating I'll yield it here, Feel how 'tis beating, Beating just here. SONGS OF SENTIMENT. 45 COME, OH COME WITH ME. Come, oh come with me, The moon is beaming ; Come, oh come with me, The stars are gleaming; All round above with beauty beaming, Moonlight hours are meet for love. Tra la la la, &c. &c. My skiff is on the shore, She's light and free ; To ply the feathered oar, Is joy to me; And while we glide along, My song shall be, My dearest maid, I love but thee. My skiff is on the shore, &c. &c. OFT IN THE STILLY NIGHT. Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me. The smiles, the tears, of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken, The eyes that shone, now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken. Oft in the stilly night, &c. When I remember all The friends thus linked 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 he departed. Thus in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me. Thomas Moore. 46 SONGS OF SENTIMENT. GAFFER GREEN AND ROBIN RUFF, OR A THOUSAND A YEAR. A NEW AND POPULAR DUETT. Copied by permission of Firth Pond & Co., publishers, 547 Broadway, N. Y Robin Ruff — If I had but a thousand a year, Gaffer Green — If I had but a thousand a year, "What a man would I be, and what sights would I see, If I had but a thousand a year ! Gaffer Green — The best wish you could have, take niy word, Robin Ruff, Would scarce find you in bread or in beer ; But be honest and true, and say what would you do ; If you had but a thousand a year ? Robin Ruff — I'd do — I scarcely know what, Gaffer Green, Fd go — faith I scarcely know where; I'd scatter the chink, and leave others to think, If I had but a thousand a year. Gaffer Green — But when you are aged and gray, Robin Ruff, And the day of your death it draws near, Say, what with your pains, would you do with your gains, If you then had a thousand* a year ? Robin Ruff — I scarcely can tell what you mean, Gaffer Green, For your questions are always so queer; But as other folks die, I suppose so must I, — Gaffer Green — What ! and give up your thousand a year ? There's a place that is better than this, Robin Ruff — And I hope in my heart you'll go there, Where the poor man's as great, though he hath no estate, Ay, though he'd U A tJiousand a year." SONGS OF SENTIMENT. 47 JINNY GREEN AND BOBBY LUSH. A PARODY ON GAFFER GREEN. As sung by Dick Cunningham and Miss Fanny Gilmore. If I had but a barrel of beer, Jinny Green, If I had but a barrel of beer, How jolly I'd be, As I drinked it so free, If I had but a barrel of beer, Jinny Green, If I had but a barrel of beer ! Now if I had a wish, take my word, Bobby Lush, 'Tis a barrel of beef, and not beer; For I always shall rue, That the last I e'er knew, And was too fond of drinking beer, Bobby Lush, And was too fond of drinking beer. You surely don't know what is good, Jinny Green, Or you'd not be a teetotaler ; Whatever you may think, I'll stick to my drink, And not give up drinking beer, Jinny Green, And not give up drinking beer. If you live to be aged and gray, Bobby Lush, Which is not very likely, T fear; Your aches and your pains "Will be all your gains, Which you'll get by drinking your beer, Bobby Lush, Which you'll. get by drinking your beer. It is all very true what you say, Jinny Green, And drunkenness I cannot bear; But I am sure I should die, If I was but to try, To give up drinking my beer, Jinny Green, To give up drinking my beer. 49 SONGS OF SENTIMENT. WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE. Woodman, spare that tree ! Touch not a single bough, In youth it shelter'cr me, And I'll protect it now; 'Twas my forefather's hand, That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea, And would'st thou hack it down ? Woodman, forbear thy stroke, Cut not its earth-bound ties ; Oh ! spare that aged oak, Now towering to the skies ! When but an idle boy, I sought its grateful shade j In all their gushing joy, Here too my sisters play'd. My mother kissed me here ; My father pressed my hand ; Forgive this foolish tear, But let that old oak stand ! My heart-strings round thee cling, Close as thy bark, old friend ! Here shall the wild birds sing, And still thy branches bend. Old tree ! the storm still brave ! And, woodman, leave the spot, While I've a hand to save, Thy axe shall harm it not. George P. Morbi*- BONGS OF SENTIMENT. 49 DO THEY MISS ME AT HOME. Do they miss me at home, do they miss me? 'T would be an assurance most dear, To know that this moment some loved one, Were saying, I wish he were here. To feel that the group at the fireside Were thinking of me as I roam, Oh, yes, 'twould be joy beyond measure To know that they miss'd me at home, To know that they miss'd me at home. When twilight approaches, the season That ever is sacred to song, Does some one repeat my name over, And sigh that I tarry so long? And is there a chord in the music That's miss'd when my voice is away, And a chord in each heart that awaketk Regret at my wearisome stay, Regret at my wearisome stay ? Do they set me a chair near the table, AVhen ev'ning's home pleasures are nigh, When the candles are lit in the parlor, And the stars in the calm azure sky? And when the " good nights" are repeated, And all lay them down to their sleep, Do they think of the absent, and waft me A whispered "good night" while they weep, A whispered "good night" while they weep \ Do they miss me at home — do they miss me At morning, at noun, or at night? And lingers one gloomy shade round them That only my presence can light? Are joys less invitingly welcome, And pleasures less hale than before, Because one is miss'd from the circle, Because I am with them no more, Because I am with them no more? 4 50 SONGS OF SENTIMENT. WHAT IS HOME WITHOUT A MOTHER. Copied by permission of Lee & Walker, Music publishers, 722 Chestnut street, Philadelphia. What is home without a mother ? What are all the joys we meet, When her loving smile no longer G-reets the coming, coming of our feet ? The days seem long, the nights are drear, And time rolls slowly on : And oh ! how few are childhood's pleasures, When her gentle care is gone. Things we prize are .first to vanish : Hearts we love to pass away : And how soon, e'en in our childhood, We behold her turning, turning gray ! Her eye grows dim, her step is slow, Her joys on earth are past : And sometimes ere we learn to know her, She hath breathed on earth, on earth her last. Older hearts may have their sorrows, Griefs that quickly die away, But a mother lost in childhood, Grieves the heart, the heart from day to day.: We miss her kind, her willing hand, Her fond and earnest care, And, oh ! how dark is life around us : What is Home without her there ? THERE'S ROOM ENOUGH FOR ALL. . What need of all this fuss and strife, Each warring with his brother ? Why need we through the crowd of life, Keep trampling on each other ? Is there no goal that can be won, Without a squeeze to gain it ? No other way of getting on, But scrambling to obtain it ? Oh, fellow men, remember then, Whatever chance befall, The world is wide in lands beside, There's room enough for all. SONGS OP SENTIMENT. 51 What if the swarthy peasant find No field for honest labour? He need not idly stop behind, To thrust aside his neighbour. There is a land with sunny skies, Which gold for toil is giving, Where every brawny hand that tries Its strength can grasp a living. Oh, fellow men remember, &c. COME, COME AWAY. On ! come, come away, from labour now reposing, Let busy care awhile forbear, Oh come, come away : Come, come, our social joys renew, And there where trust aud friendship grew, Let true hearts welcome you, Oh come, come away. From toil and cares, on whicb the day is closing, The hour of eve, brings sweet reprieve, Oh come, come away : Oh come, where love will smile on thee, And round its hearth will gladness be, And time fly merrily, Oh come, come away. While sweet Philomel, 1he weary trav'ller cheering, With evening songs, her note prolongs, Oh come, come away : In answering songs of sympathy, We'll sing in tuneful harmony, Of hope, joy, liberty, Oh come, come away. The bright day is gone, the moon and stars appearing, With silver light, illume the night, Oh come, come away : Come join your prayers with ours; address Kind heaven, our peaceful home to bless, With health, hope, happiness, Oh come, come away. 62 SONGS OF SENTIMENT. LET THE TOAST BE DEAR WOMAN. Bright, bright are the beams of the morning skies, And sweet dew the red blossom sips, But brighter the glances of dear woman's eyes, And sweet is the dew on her lips; Her mouth is the fountain of rapture, A source from whence purity flows, Oh ! who would not taste of its magic, As the honey-bee sips of the rose ? Chorus — Then the toast, then the toast, be " dear woman," Let each breast that is manly approve ; Then the toast, then the toast, be " dear woman/' And nine cheers for the girls that we love. Hip ! hip ! hurrah ! hip ! hip ! hurrah ! Hurrah ! hurrah ! hurrah ! And nine cheers for the girls that we love. Come raise, raise the wine-cup to heaven high ; Ye gods of Olympus approve, The offering thus mellow'd by woman's bright eye, Out rivals the nectar of Jove. Then drain, drain the goblet with transport; A spell of life's best joy impart; The cup thus devoted to woman, Yields the only true balm to the heart. -Then the toast, &c. SWIFT AS THE FLASH. Swift as the flash, that mocks the sight, Thou seem'st a bird in airy flight, When home returning, We leave these cool fountains, In our native mountains, Thy praise we'll recite : Swift as the, &c. Thy steps so light, our songs invite, Come fairy sprite, our eyes delight; When home returning, We leave these cool fountains, In our native mountains, Thy praise we'll recite : Swift as the, &c. 80NGS OF SENTIMENT. 58 " THE HEART BOW'D DOWN," From the Bohemian Girl. Tiie heart bow'd down by weight and woe, To weakest hopes will cling, To thought and impulse while they flow, That can no comfort bring. With those exciting scenes will blend O'er pleasure's pathway thrown, — But misery is the only friend That grief can call its own. The mind will in its worst despair, Still ponder o'er the past, On moments of delight that were Too beautiful to last ; To long departed years extend Its visions with them flown, For mem'ry is the only friend That grief can call its own. WILLIE, WE HAVE MISSED YOU. Copied by permission of Firth, Pond, & Co., publishers, 547 Broadway, N. Y. Oh ! Willie, is it you, dear, safe, safe at home ? They did not tell me true, dear, they said you would not come. I heard you at the gate, and it made my heart rejoice, For I knew that welcome footstep, and that dear familiar voice, Making music on my ear, in the lonely midnight gloom, Oh ! Willie, we have missed you; welcome, welcome home. We longed to see you nightly, but this night of all ; The fire was burning brightly, and lights were in the hall, The little ones were up till ten o'clock and past, Then their eyes began to twinkle, and they went to sleep at last ; But they listened for your voice, till they thought you'd never come, Oh ! "Willie, we have missed you; welcome, welcome home. The days were sad without you, the nights long and drear, My dreams have been about you, oh, welcome, Willie dear, Last night I wept and watched, by the moonlight's cheerless ray. Till I thought I heard your footstep, then I wiped my tears away, But my heart grew sad again, when I found you had not come ; Oh! Willie, we have missed you; welcome, welcome home. 54 SONGS OP SENTIMENT. "'TIS BETTER TO LAUGH THAN BE SIGHING." From Donizetti's " Lucrezia Borgia." It is bet-ter to laugh than be sigh ing.TVhen we think how life's moments are fly-ing, For each sor-row fate ev - er is bring- • - ing, There's a ploasure in store for us -S- springing, Tho' our joys like the waves in the sunshine, Gleam a- while then be lost to the „ — . -^, rail ^E^ fr-^*-^ ^ ' h^g "WTPmPi Jv-sr-* l^e=^ *-** 3t3E sight : Yet for etch sparkling ray that so passes a-way, Comes another as bril-liant S^p CHORUS. gay, When we think how life's moments are fly-ing, Oh I en -joy pleasure's gifts while we may. It is better to laugh than be sighing, "When we think how life's moments are flying, For each sorrow fate ever is bringing, There's a pleasure in store for us springing. Though our joys like the waves in the sunshine, Gleam awhile, then be lost to the sight : Yet for each sparkling ray that so passes away, Comes another as brilliant and light. Then 'tis better, &c. In the world, we some beings discover, Far too frigid for friends or for lover, Souls unblest and forever repining, Though good fortune around them be shining. It were well if such hearts we could banish, To some planet far distant from ours, They're the dark spots we trace, on this earth's favored space, They're the weeds that choke up the fair flowers. Then 'tis better, &c. SONGS OF SENTIMENT. 55 "EVER BE HAPPY." by kin&BOa Music by Balte. Ev-erbe happy wher-ev-er thou art, Leaving a broken heart ; Still be thy bosom un ^~^ 1 ; ~r~-r -r-^-L F'E * 1 - *-! -—^-^ 5C4 cloud-ed with eare, Tho" I no more am there. Yet, like a star, worshipp'd * - far, Purely loTed still thou art, Loved by a broken heart ; Ever be happywherever thou art, Loved by a broken heart. Ever be happy wherever thou art, Leaving a broken heart : Still be thy bosom unclouded with care, Though I no more am there. Yet, like a star, worshipp'd afar, Purely loved still thou art, Loved by a broken heart. Ever be happy wherever thou art, Loved by a broken heart. "Well I remember the hours that we met ; Oh 1 that I could forget ! Oh ! that oblivion might haply o'ercast, Joys that too brightly pass'd. Oh ! that my soul thought might control. And forget that' thou wert Loved by a trusting heart, Ever be happy wherever thou art, Loved by a trusting heart. I can but bless thee wherever thou art, Bless thee with hopeless heart ! I can but pray that no grief shall be thine, Grief such as now is mine. Though in the dust lies all my trust, Yet beloved still thou art, Loved by a changeless heart. Ever be happy wherever thou art, Loved bv a changeless heart. ' SONGS OF SENTIMENT. "WE MEET BY CHANCE." When evening brings the twilight hour I pass a lonely spot, Where oft she comes to cull the flower, We call " Forget-me-not." She never whispers go, nor stay ; We meet by chance, the usual way. Once, how I cannot well divine, Unless by chance we kissed ; I found her lips were close to mine, So I could not resist. As neither whispered yea, nor nay, They met by chance, the usual way. The roses, when the zephyrs woo, Impart what they receive, They sigh and sip the balmy dew, But never whisper give. Our love is mutual, this we know Though neither tells the other so. Kucken. 'TIS HOME WHERE THE HEART IS. Music published by Firth, Pond, V— tt-ft- T — \ — *-r—f r r y ' 'M- — 1 — «L_S_*-=t U_^ 'fr--*~ *! =* — U — & — V — y — £-- love, Oh ! joy, oh ! joy, too bright to last, Ah ! why will cm - el time re- move, Or mem'ry paint the past? Or mem'ry paint the past? And here, alas ! when they were gone In beauty's own array, A pitying angel on me shone, To chase each grief away ; But oh ! it was delusive love, Alas ! too pure, too sweet to last, And if such dream time must remove, Why, mem'ry, paint the past ? "THOU ART MINE OWN, LOVE." Thou art mine own, love, how can I bear to part ! That thou hast all my heart, dearest, believe! Thou hast this soul of mine— so wholly is it thine, That I can love no one but thee a - lone. Blue is the flow'ret, called the "Forget-me-not !" Ah ! lay it on thy heart and think of me ; Should hope fade with the flowers, love's wealth shall still be ours, That will remain with me, dearest, believe ! Were I a bird, love, soon would I fly to thee, Falcon nor hawk to me should terror bring j If shot by huntsman's hand, I at thy feet lay dead, If thou one tear would'st shed, gladly I'd die. SONGS OP SENTIMENT "SOME ONE TO LOVE." Words by James Simmons. J. R. Thomas. Some >ne to love in this wide world of sorrow, Some one whose smile will efface the sad tear ; g Egfe4 ^ t Some one to welcome the light of to - morrow, Some one to share it when sunshine ia here. fp ^F^- sp^:« «r:^z3: Oh ! the world is a de-sert a - mid all its pleasures, And life seems be-reft of the 4— es-i— -*?==& ^Jt=st d=X?_ •^ — w- 3^ pm on • ly true rest, If we fail in pos - sess - ing with all its proud rnU. Ad. Lro. D-C 75*; _ bless-ings, aome dear kin - dred breast. S35E trea-sures, The best of Some one to love in this wide world of sorrow, Some one whose smile will efface the sad tear; Some one to welcome the light of to-morrow, Some one to share it when sunshine is here. Oh ! the world is a desert amid all its pleasures, And life seems bereft of the only true zest, If we fail in possessing with all its proud treasures, The best of all blessings, some dear kindred breast. Some one to love, &c. Some one to love whose affection will cherish The sweet bud of hope when 'tis blighted with care; Some faithful heart that will ne'er let it perish By sinking forever in depths of despair. 'Tis an angelic radiance, a beacon to guide us, Resembling those lamps that are shining above, 'Tis a guardian from heaven, a light to decide us, Teaching us lessons of wisdom and love. Some one to love, &c. 03 SONGS OF SENTIMENT. DON'T BE ANGRY, MOTHER ! Don't be angry, mother, mother, Let thy smiles be smiles of joy, Don't be angry, mother, mother, Don't be angry with thy boy. Years have flown since we have traversed O'er the dark and stormy sea; Whilst your boy, quite broken-hearted, Ne'er has ceased to think of thee. Don't be angry, mother, mother, Let the world say what it will, Though I don't deserve thy favor, Yet I fondly love thee still ; We have lived and loved together, And our hearts ne'er knew a pain, But forgive me, mother, mother, Oh, forgive thy boy again. Pray remember, mother, mother, I've been kneeling at thy feet, And I am dreaming of thee nightly, While reclining in my sleep; But forgive me, mother, mother, It will ease thy heart of pain, But forgive me, mother, mother, Oh forgive thy boy again. THE OLD PLAY-GROUND. I'm sitting to-day in the old play-ground, Where you and I have sat so oft together, I'm thinking of the joys when you and I were boys, In the merry days now gone, John, forever ; 'Twas here we sat in the merry olden time, And we dreamed of the wide world before us, And our visions and hopes of the coming time Were as bright as the sun that shone o'er us. CJioyms. — I'm sitting to-day in the old play ground, Where you and I have sat so oft together, I'm thinking of the joys when you and I were boys, In those merry days now gone, John, forever. SONGS OP SENTIMENT. 69 O'er the threshold, John, we passed forlorn, To wander we knew not where, The heaven we thought so bright was o'ershadowed by night, And the pathway lay dark and drear. But I am sitting to-day in the old play ground, Where you and I have sat so oft together, And these memories wild have made me a child, As in the merry days now gone, John, forever. Chorus. — I'm sitting to-day, - *l Oh! would I were a boy a - g;iin, When life se.mi'd form'd of sunny years, And all the 4r-J Y V _ V_ f^—-^! ^—T-. heart t'.ieu knew of pain, W;iars,When life seem'd form'd of "ffiu - ny years On ! would I were a boy again, When life seemed formed of sunny y'ears, And all the heart then knew of pain, Was wept away in transient tears. When every tale hope whispered then My fancy deemed was only truth : Oh ! would that [ could know again The happy visions of my youth. Oh! would I were a hoy again, When life seemed formed of sunny years 'Tia vain to mourn that years have shown How false these fairy visions were, Or murmur that mine eyes have known The hurt lien of ;i fleeting tear. But still the heart, will fondly cling To hopes no longer prized as truth $ And mein'ry still delight's to bring The happy visions of my youth. Oh ! would I were a boy again, When life seemed formed of sunny years. 82 SONGS OF SENTIMENT. OH, DON'T MINGLE ONE HUMAN FEELING. Oh, don't mingle one human feeling, With these blisses o'er- each sense stealing, While these tributes to me revealing, Elvino faithful to his love. Ah ! embrace me ; while thus forgiving, Each a pardon thus receiving, On the earth while we are living, We will to a heaven of love. Come then, away, lead to the temple ; None have pass'd a doom severer, Let our greeting loudly cheer her, Since her trials make her dearer, To our hearts and to our love. DO I NOT PROVE THEE. The celebrated parting Duett in Norma. Norma. Do I not prove thee, How I must love thee ? Thus with thee sharing a doom of terror, Yes ! hoping brightly, Still beating lightly My heart might feel not regret or fear ! But false love swayed thee, And hath betrayed thee, And, haughty Roman, quail for thy error I For in this hour Shall flames devour Thee ! faithless being still held most dear. Claudian. Oh, dread reflection ! Thy true affection Too late convinceth my frenzied reason; Truth flashing o'er me, Unveils before me The ghastly vision of shameful death ! I own I left thee, Of peace bereft thee, Thy love repaying with heartless treason : Then doom me only, I'll perish lonely, And bless thee, e'en with my latest breath ! SONGS OF SENTIMENT. 88 MY BOAT IS ON THE SHORE. My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea; But ^fore I go, Tom Moore, Here's a double health to thee. Here's a sigh for those that love, And a smile for those who hate, And whatever sky's above, Here's a heart for ev'ry fate. Though the ocean roars around me, Yet it still shall bear me on, Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won. Were't the last drop in the well, As I gasp upon the brink, Ere my sinking spirits fell, 'Tis to thee that I would drink. In this water as this wine, The libations I would pour, Should be peace to thee and thine, And a health to thee, Tom Moore. I'D CHOOSE TO BE A DAISY. Copied by permission of Firth, Pond & Co., publishers, 547 Broadway, N. T. I'd choose to be a daisy, If I might be a flower, My petals closing softly, At twilight's quiet hour. Anil waking in the morning, When fills the early dew, To welcome heaven's bright sunshine, And heaven's bright tear-drops too. Chorus. — I'd choose, to be a daisy, If I might be a flower, My petals closing softly, At twilight's quiet hour. 84 SONGS OF SENTIMENT. I love the gentle lily, It looks so meek aDd fair, Bnt daisies I love better. For they grow everywhere. The lilies bloom so sadly, In the sunshine or in shower, But daisies still look upward, However dark the hour. I'd choose to be a daisy, &c. HOME AGAIN. Copied by permission of Ditson & Co., 227 Washington street, Boston. Home again, home again, From a foreign shore : And oh ! it fills my soul with joy, To meet my friends once more. Here I dropped the parting tear, To cross the ocean's foam : But now I'm once ngaiu with those, Who kindly greet me home. Home agaiu, &c. Happy hearts, happy hearts, With mine have laughed in glee, But oh ! the friends I loved in youth, Seem happier to me. And if my guide should be the fate, Which bids me longer roam, But death alone can break the tie, That binds my heart to home. Home again, &c. Music sweet, music soft, Lingers round the place — And oh! I feel the childhood charm, That time cannot efface. Then give me but my homestead roof, I'll ask no palace dome — For I can live a happy life, With those I love at home. Home asrain, &c. 60NGS OF SENTIMENT. 85 LOVE'S APPROACH. If Love should dare to creep, Our hedge of roses through, Disturbing hearts asleep, With airy fancies new, What shall we do? We will not show amaze, Nor like the vanquished sigh, But on the intruder gaze With mild and steady eye, And bid him try. Then if before our feet, Rare treasure he display, Pure gold and garlands sweet And robes of rich array, What shall we say ? Since these gifts are true, Thou canst not mean us wrong, And we, if well thou woo, May give thee song for song, Some day ere long, &c. Wm. Vincent Wallace. MAY MORNING. Duett. " Come away from the harp ! come away from the book," Says a voice in the cottage eaves ; " Your music to learn from the valley-brook, And to read from the greenwood leaves. " There's never a cloud in the blue to-day, To threaten of winds or showers ; Or to ruffle the crown we will weave for May, While playing among the flowers. The spring is awake with her sun-bright eyes, And her garlands so fresh and gay; From the green hill-top like a bird she cries, "The winter hath fled aw. v." 86 SONGS OF SENTIMENT. She gives a new' tune to the harper's rhyme, And a hope to the sick man's hours; Come away, come away ! 'tis the one blest time For playing among the flowers. Wm. Vincent "Wallace. ADIEU; OR, AH! MOURN HER NOT. Duett, Mourn not our captive free, Our bird departed ; Too bright for earth was she, Too tender-hearted. Rut come through meadows lone, When day is dying, The grave to look upon Where she is tying. Ah ! mourn her not. One by one dropp'd away, Friend, parent, lover; Why should the reft one stay When joy was over, With her poor heart distressed, New visions trying? Oh ! better far the rest, Where she is lying. Ah ! mourn her not. Down the hill waters glide, Seaward before her, Sunbeams at eventide, Smile gently o'er her. Soft leaves the turf bestrew, Warm winds are sighing, The clouds weep their purest dew, Where she is lying. Ah ! mourn her not. Wm. Vincent Wallace, flONGS OF SENTIMENT. 87 I HAVE SOMETHING SWEET TO TELL YOU, OR I'M TALKING IN MY SLEEP. I have something sweet to tell you, but the secret you must keep, And remember, if it isn't right, " I'm talking in my sleep;" For I know I am but dreaming, "When I think your love is mine*, And I know they are but seeming, All the hopes that round me shine. I have something sweet to tell you, but the secret you must keep, And remember, if it isn't right, " I'm talking in my sleep." So remember when I tell you what I cannot longer keep, ' We are none of us responsible for what we say in sleep : My pretty secret's coming ! Oh, listen with your heart, And you shall hear it humming, Be close ! 'twill make you start. I have something sweet to tell you, but the secret you must keep, And remember, if it isn't right, "I'm talking in my sleep." Oh, shut your eyes so earnest, or mine will wildly weep, I love you ! I adore you ! but " I'm talking in my sleep :" For I know I am but dreaming, When I think your love is mine ; And I know they are but seeming, All the hopes that round me shine. I have something sweet to tell you, but the secret you must keep, And remember, if it isn't right, "I'm talking in my sleep." THE BEATING OF MY OWN HEART. He came not, no, he came not ! The moon came out alone; The little stars sat, one by one, Each on its golden throne. The evening wind passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirred, But the beating of my own heart Wa? all the sound I heard. J 88 60NGS OF SENTIMENT. Fast silent tears were falling, When something stood behind, A hand was on my shoulder, I knew the touch was kind ; It drew me nearer, nearer, We could not speak a word, And the beating of our own hearts Was all the sound we heard. SILVER MOON. As I strayed from my cot at the close of the day, About the beginning of June, 'Neath a jessamine shade I espied a fair maid, And she sadly complained to the moon. Boll on silver moon, guide the traveler's way, When the nightingale's song is in tune, But never, never more, with my lover I'll stray, By thy sweet silver light, bonny moon. Boll on, &c. As the hart on the mountain my lover was brave, So handsome, so manly and clever; So kind and sincere, and he loved me so dear, Oh ! Edwin, thy equal was never. But now he is dead, and gone to death's bed, He's cut down like a rose in full bloom ; He's fallen asleep, and poor Jane's left to weep,- By the sweet silver light of the moon. Boll on, &c. But his grave I'll seek out until morning appears, And weep for my lover so brave, I'll embrace the cold turf, and wash with my tears, The flowers that bloom o'er his grave ; But never again shall my bosom know joy, With my Edwin I hope to be soon ; Lovers shall weep o'er the grave where we sleep, By thy sweet silver light, bonny moon. Boll on, &e. SONGS OP SENTIMENT. ACROSS THE MOUNTAINS, HO ! "When the tempests fly o'er the cloudy sky, And the piping blast sings merrily; Oh, sweet the mirth of the social hearth, Where the flames are blazing cheerily. Our way across the mountains, ho ! Ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! Our wav across the mountains, ho ! Ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! ho! The moon-beam bright, of a summer's night, Shineth but sad, and wearily ; But sweet is the glow where contentment flows, And the bright fire blazes cheerily. Oh, when the tempests fly o'er the cloudy sky, And the piping blast sings merrily; Oh, sweet is the mirth of the social hearth, "Where the flames are blazing cheerily. Our way across the mountains, ho ! &c. Let the storm without in their midnight rout, Howl through the casement drearily ; We're merry within round the blazing linn, Where contentment flows right cheerily. Our way across the mountains, ho ! &c. AM I NOT FONDLY THINE OWN ? Thou, thou, reign'st in this bosom, Here, here, hast thou thy throne ; Thou, thou, know'st that I love thee, Am I not fondly thine own? Yes, yes, yes, yes, am I not fondly thine own ? Then, then, e'en as I love thee, Say, say, wilt thou love me ? Thoughts, thoughts, tender and true, love, Say wilt thou cherish for me ? Yes, yes, yes, yes, say wilt thou cherish for me ? Speak, speak, love, I implore thee, Say, say, hope shall be mine, Thou, thou, know'st that I love thee, Say but that thou wilt be mine ? Yes, yes. j pay but that thou wilt be mine, J 90 SONGS OP SENTIMENT. THE PRAIRIE LEA. Oh t the prairie lea is the home for me, For there I'm lord of all I see ; The chase, the chase, o'er the boundless space, And the grassy course for me. I fly unseen o'er fields of green, Where the hoof-crush'd blossoms scent the air, And the pheasant springs on startled wings, From her wild and lonely lair. Oh, the prairie lea, &c. The trumpet's sound, the war steed's bound, The fluttering banner's starry field, The cannon's roar, the spouting gore, To some a stormy joy may yield ; But oh ! give me the prairie lea, Its peaceful scenes are dear to me, The hunter's cry, the cloudless sky, Oh ! these are" joys for me ! Oh, the prairie lea, &c. The wolf leaps out at the merry shout, The fox steals through the dewy mead, And moor-cocks cry, as off they fly From the deer and panting steed. And oh ! at night what wild delight, As home we fly with careless tread, No fence to leap, no path to keep, On the way to our grassy bed. Oh, the prairie lea, &c. WHEN WAKES THE SUN. When wakes the sun at early dawn, Then from his distant cottage home, I list to hear my lover's horn, Which seems to say, I come ! And as, from Alp to Alp, the sound, By echo wafted, steals to cheer ; Nearer and nearer each rebound, I bless and joy to hear. When wakes the sun, &c. lyo ! lyo ! SONGS OF SENTIMENT. 91 When suu '. tints our glaciers bright, With r • y hues, then forth I rove, And "whisper in the waning light, The name of names I love. And still, as to the vales around, Farther and farther, less and less, Echo to echo, wafts the sound, Then echo's aid I bless. When wakes the sun, &c. SLUMBER'S GOLDEN CHAIN. From the Opera of Norma. When bound in slumber's golden chain, This dream stole gently o'er me; Methought that in a nuptial fane, Elberta stood before me. As bridal songs then rose above Our wedded faith was plighted, How swelled my heart delighted With grateful transport and with love ! But soon was hush'd the strain of mirth, Each eye in terror gleaming, While rose a phantom from the earth, In form a priestess seeming. Fast flashed the lightning gory red, Bolt echoed bolt of thunder, Cleaving the fane asunder, All striking mute with dread. No more my lovely bride was nigh. Sepulchral gloom prevailing Borne from afar her suppliant cry, With infants' feeble wailing. Then burst a sound more dread than all My inmost soul appalling; 'Twas Norma sternly calling, Thus, heartless traitor, fall ! 92 SONGS OF SENTIMENT. ANNOT LYLE. The snow white plume her bonnet bore Wav'd not more pure and fair; Her sparkling eye, a floating gem — Like gold, her auburn hair. The rose bud slumbering on its bed, Ne'er wak'd a sweeter smile, But now she's gone ! and lost to me, My lovely Annot Lyle ! Thy fairy form I oft have seen ; On every passing breeze Have heard the melody of song, But ah ! no strains like these, The thrilling tones that from thy harp The feelings oft beguile ; But now thou'rt gone, and lost to me, My lovely Annot Lyle ! Although thy heart's another's now, And beats no more for me, Yet I will teach my soul to pray, That it may pray for thee. This bursting heart alone can feel The absence of thy smile \ Since thou art gone and lost to me, My lovely Annot Lyle ! NO ! NO ! The celebrated duett, arranged to the tune of " Isabel." He. — Will you not bless, with one sentence, a lover, Whose bosom beats only for you ; The cause of your anger, I prythee discover Pray tell me the reason for ? She. No ! Me. — Say, dearest, you still love me ? She. No ! He. — Oh, how can you doom me to sorrow, Yet once again bless me with She. No ! He. — And promise to meet me to-morrow Premise — SONGS OF SENTIMENT. 95 She. No ! He.— Prythee— She. No ! He. — Don't say, no ! He. — Must we, then, dearest Maria, sever, And can you then part with me ? She. No ! He. — Then swear by yon sun, to be mine only ever You cannot refuse me, love ! SJie. No! He. — You hate not your fond lover ? She. No ! He — Your hand to my faithful heart pressing Say, does it offend you, love ? She. No| He. — Then, to marry will not be distressing, Answer? She. No ! He. — Once more. She. No ! no ! no ! no I COME, LISTEN TO MY SONG. Come listen to my song, my love, 'Twill not offend thine ear, The moon is beaming bright above Thou hast no cause of fear. I'll sing of lovers brave and true, If thou wilt list to me, I'll sing the charms of ladie3 fair, But none so fair as thee. Then listen, &c. I'll sing of beauty, love, and fame; Of love in distant climes; I'll sing of eyes so blue and bright, But none so bright as thine. Then listen to my song, my love, For thou art dear to me, And while there beams a light above, I'll sing of love and thee. Then listen, &c. 94 SONGS OF SENTIMENT. STAR OF THE EVENING; OR BEAUTIFUL STAR. Beautiful star in heaven so bright, Softly falls thy silver light, As thou inovest from earth afar, Star of the evening — beautiful star. Beautiful star — beautiful star. In fancy's ear thou seem'st to say, ■s Follow me — come from earth away, Upward thy spirit's pinions try, To realms of love beyond the sky. Beautiful star — beautiful star. Shine on, star of love divine, And may our souls around thee twine > As thou movest from earth afar, Star of the twilight — beautiful star. Beautiful star — beautiful star. THE INDIAN GIBL, OR BRIGHT ALFARATA. Wild roved an Indian girl, Bright Alfa rata, Where sweep the waters Of the blue Juniata. Swift as an antelope, Through the forest going, Loose were her jetty locks, In wavy tresses flowing. Gay was the mountain song, Of bright Alfarata, Where sweep the waters Of the blue Juniata. Strong and true my arrows are, In my painted quiver, Swift goes my light canoe Down the rapid river. SONGS OF SENTIMENT. 95 Bold is the warrior good, The love of Alfarata, Proud waves his snowy plume, Along the Juniata. Soft and low he speaks to me, And then his war cry sounding, Rings his voice in thunder loud, From height to height resounding. Thus sang the Indian girl, Bright Alfarata, Where sweep the waters Of the blue Juniata. Fleeting years have borne away The voice of Alfarata, Still rolls the river on, Blue Juniata. HAPPY BIRDLING OF THE FOREST. AS SUNG BY MISS CATHERINE HAYES. Happy birdling of the forest, Ever singing as thou soarcst, Who hath taught thee, little minion, Bird upon thy golden pinion, Thus to warble wild and high, Half to earth and half to sky — half to sky? Tra, la, la, la, la — tra, la, la — tra, la, la ! Happy birdling, free from sorrow, Never dreaming of the morrow, Hast thou ever notes of sadness, Or dost always sing for gladness ? Tell me, birdling, is thy strain, But a gladsome life-refrain ? Tell me, birdling, is thy strain, But a gleesoine life-refrain ? Tra, la, la, la, la — tra, la, la, la, la, la, la! Happy birdling. goyly fleeting, Evermore thy song repeating, I would learn thy le.! Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour, Many were the blithe birds that warbled them o'er, I -I* — N- j__^ L^ ^ * L_ to: dream of Jeanie with tho light brown hair, Floating like a va-por on the soft summer air. I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair, Borne like a vapor on the summer air, I see her tripping where the bright streams play, Happy as the daisies that dance on her way. Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour, Many were the blithe birds, that warbled them o'er ; I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair, Floating like a vapor on the soft summer air. I long for Jeanie with the day dawn smile, Radiant in gladness, warm with winning guile: I heard her melodies, like joys gone by, Sighing round my heart o'er the fond hopes that die, Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain, Wailing for the lost one that comes not again : Oh ! I long for Jeanie, and my heart bows low, Never more to find her where the bright waters flow. I sigh for Jeanie, but her light form strayed Far from the fond hearts round her native glade; Her smiles have vanished, and her sweet songs flown, Flitting like the dreams that have cheered us and gone; Now the nodding wild flowers may wither on the shore, While her gentle fingers will cull them no more ; Oh ! I sigh for Jeanie with the light brown hair, Floating like a vapor on the soft summer air. SONGS OF THE SOLDIER. THE CAVALIER'S BATTLE CALL. "To sympathize with the sentiments and appreciate the real excellence of this song, we must identify ourselves in fancy with the soul of the old cavalier. — Edgar A. Poe. Come mount, come mount, brave gallants all, And don your helms amain ; Death's courtiers, Fame and Honor, call Us to the field again. No shrewish tears shall fill our eye, When the sword hilt's in our hand, Heart whole we'll part and no whit sigh, For the fairest in the land. Let piping swain and craven wight, Thus weep and puling cry, Our business is like men to fight, And hero like to die. Then mount — then mount, &c. &c. William Motherwell. THE SOLDIER'S TEAR. Upon the hill he turned to take a last fond look, Of the valley and the village church, and the cottage by the brook ; He listened to the sound so familiar to his ear, And the soldier leant upon his sword and wiped away a tear. (109) 110 SONGS OF THE SOLDIER. Beside that cottage porch a girl was on her knees, She held aloft a snowy scarf which flutter'd in the breeze ; She breath'd a prayer for him, a prayer he could not hear, But he paused to bless her as she knelt, and wiped away a tear. He turn'd and left the spot ; oh ! do not deem him weak, For dauntless was the soldier's heart, though tears were on his cheek; Go watch the foremost ranks in danger's dark career, Be sure the hand most daring there has wiped away a tear. MARCH TO THE BATTLE FIELD. Tune. — O/t in the stilly night. March to the battle field, The foe is now before us; Each heart is freedom's shield, And heav'n is smiling o'er us. The woes and pains, The galling chains, That kept our spirits under, In proud disdain, We've brok'n again, And tore each link asunder. March to the, &c. Who, for his country brave, Would fiy from her invader ? Who, his base life tq save, Would, traitor-like, degrade her? Our hallow'd cause, Our home and laws, 'Gainst tyrant power sustaining, We'll gain a crown Of bright renown, Or die — our rights maintaining! March to the, &c. SONGS OF THE SOLDIER. Ill WHEN THE TRUMP OF FAME. FROM THE OPERA OF THE MAID OF JUDAH. Sung by Mr. Wood. When the trump of fame, Loud sounding freedom's call, Bids in freedom's name, To fight or bravely fall — Bold the hero goes, Where maddening war shouts rise, And, midst countless foes, He flies, he flies. Bright the sword now gleams, And banners wave on high — Round the life-blood streams, 'Mid cries of " Yield, or die I" 'Till victory uprears Her pennon, red with gore, And shouts, to patriot ears, That slavery reigns no more. When the voice of love To rescue calls the brave, Who so base would prove, He would not fly to save ? Love, whose torch in hall And bower doth brightly flame, Champions finds in all Who manhood claim. Then shame befall the knight, Who, false to honor's laws, Shuns the listed fight, In injured woman's cause. May he from the foe, In battle recreant fly, And by some traitor blow, Uupitied, fall and die! 112 SONGS OF THE SOLDIER. THE SOLDIER'S LAST SIGH. The trumpet may summon thy soldier away, And spur his proud spirit to arms, Yet warm with the vigor that bids him away, He grieves to abandon thy charms. Though glory invite him and splendor abound, Yet mark, dearest maid, his decree, Subdued by defeat, or by victory crown'd, The soldier's last sigh is for thee. But hark ! 'tis the trumpet now speaks his adieu, And calls him from love to renown, Then, oh ! dearest maiden, believe his heart true, Though fortune may smile or. may frown. Though glory invite him, &c. THE SOLDIER'S LAST BUGLE. Tune. — " The sailor's last whistle." Haak ! the muffled drum sounds the last march of the brave, The soldier retreats to his quarters, the grave, Under death, whom he owns his Commander-in-chief, No more he'll turn out with the ready relief. But in spite of death's terror's or hostile alarms, When he hears the last bugle, When he hears the last bugle, he'll stand to his arms. Farewell, brother soldiers, in peace may ye rest, And light lie the turf on each veteran breast, Until that review when the souls of the brave, Shall behold the chief Ensign, fair mercy's flag wave ; Then, freed from death's terrors and hostile alarms, When we hear the last bugle, Yv 7 hen we hear the last bugle, we'll stand to our arms. THE CELEBRATED BATTLE SONG. From the Opera of Norma. Battle ! battle ! ye heroes now calling, Rush like waves of the wild roaring flood ; Fierce as wolves on the sheep-fold when falling, Glut your deep hate in Rome's dearest blood. SONGS OF THE SOLDIER. 113 Slaughter ! slaughter ! the cry loud and daring, Speeds all onward vindictive, unsparing : Cleave your foes down, when ruthless ye sally, Afl the scythe mows the green waving valley ! Then will Rome's easrle stricken and gory, Wave no longer his pinions afar, While the God who exults in our glory, Rides triumphant his storm bearing car THE SOLDIER'S DREAM. Our bugles san<* truce— for the night-cloud had lowered, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track; 'Twas autumn — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore From my home and my weeping friends never to part; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fullness of heart. Stay, stay with us — rest, thou art weary and worn ; And fain was their war broken soldier to stay; But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn, And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away. Thomas Campbell. 8 114 SONGS OF THE SOLDIER. NOT A DRUM WAS HEARD, OR THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE. Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corpse to the ramparts we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot, O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The turf with our bayonets turning, By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And our lanterns dimly burning. No useless coffin confined his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought as we heaped his narrow bed, And smooth'd down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But nothing he'll reck if they let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half our heavy task was done, When the clock told the hour for retiring, And we heard by the distant and random gun, That the foe was suddenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame, fresh and gory, We carv'd not a line, we rais'd not a stone, But we left him alone in his glory. SONGS OP THE SOLDIER. 115 JEANNETTE AND JEANNOT. You are going far away, far away from your Jcannette : There is no one left to love me now, and you too may forget; But my heart will still be with you, wherever you may go, Can you look me in the face, and say the same, Jeannot? When you wear the jacket red, and the beautiful cockade, I fear that you will then forget the promises you've made ; With your gun upon your shoulder, and your bayonet by your side, You'll be taking some proud lady, and making her your bride. When glory leads the way, you'll be madly rushing on, Never thinking, if they kill you, my happiness is gone : Should you win the day, perhaps a general you'll be, Though I should be proud to hear it, what would become of me ? Oh ! was I Queen of France, or, what's better, Pope of Rome, I'd have no fighting men abroad, no weeping maids at home ; All the world should be at peace, and should kings assert their right, I'd have those that make the quarrel, be the only men who fight. LET ME LIKE A SOLDIER FALL. Oh ! let me like a soldier fall Upon some open plain, This breast expanding to the ball, To blot out ev'ry stain. Brave, manly hearts confer my doom, That gentle ones may tell, Howe'er forgot or known my tomb, I like a soldier fell. I only ask of that proud race, Which lends its blaze to me, To die the last, and not disgrace Its ancient chivalry. 116 SONGS OF THE SOLDIEft. The/ o'er my clay no banner wave, Nor trumpet requiem swell, Enough they murmur at my grave ; He like a soldier fell. Enough they murmur at my grave, He like a soldier fell, He like a soldier fell. From Maritana. THE SONG MY MOTHER LOVED TO SING. Music published by Lee & Walker, 732 Chestnut St., Philadelphia. The song my mother loved to sing Can ne'er forgotten be, But ever round my heart 'twill cling Like heaven's melody. 'Twas first to thrill my infant breast, ^ ; Twas first, 'twas first to charm my ear, And from her home among the blest, I think I still can hear The song my mother loved to sing, In angel's accents mild j And breathing in its hallowed tones, A blessing on her child. Chorus. — The song my mother loved to sing, In angel's accents mild, And breathing in its hallowed tones, A blessing on her child. It lulled my infant brow to sleep, It gave me dreams of bliss, And visions rendered heavenly By fond affection's kiss. So oft I've heard its thrilling air With words, with words to mem'ry dear, But next to childhood's evening prayer, Oh ! ever let me hear The song my mother loved to sing, In angel's accents mild, And breathing in its hallowed tones, A blessing on her child. S. S. Steele. SONGS OF THE FARM THE OLD FARM-HOUSE. Copied by permission of Firth, Pond & Co., 547 Broadway, N. Y. Oh ! the old farm-house, down beside the valley stream, Where in childhood so oft I have played, Ere sorrow had clouded my heart's early dream, Or life's purest joys had decayed ; How well I remember the vine-covered roof, And the rose bushes clustering nigh, And the tall, stately poplar trees standing aloof, Whose tops seemed to reach to the sky ! Oh ! the old farm-house, my childhood's happy home. Oh ! the old farm-house, how I've sported round its hearth, With my sisters and brothers so dear ; How oft has it rung with our innocent mirth, And hallowed our soft evening prayer ! But the old farm-house now is bowing to decay. Its stones, like dead friends, lie apart ; But its dear cherished image shall ne'er fade away, From affection's domain in my heart. Oh ! the old farm-house, my childhood's happy home. 117 118 SONGS OF THE FARM. LONG LIFE AND SUCCESS TO THE FARMER. Tune — Tea in the Arbor, or " Over the Water to Charlie." Come each jovial fellow, that loves to be mellow, Attend unto me and sit easy. We'll rest from our labors, like friends and good neighbors, All toiling will make a man crazy ; Here each is a king, let us laugh, joke, and sing, Let no one appear as a stranger, But show me the ass, that hates a cup or a lass, And I'll order him hay in a manger. Chorus — But show me the ass, &c. By reaping, by sowing, by ploughing and mowing, Dame nature supplies me with plenty, I've cellar well stored and a plentiful board, And my cupboard affords every dainty ; I've all things in season — partake them with reason, I'm here as a Justice of quorum ; At my cabin's far end, I've a bed for a friend, A warm fireside and some jorum. At my cabin's far end, &c. Let the proud and the great, feast in splendor and state I envy them not, I declare it, I eat my own lamb, my own egg|j fowl, and ham, I shear my own fleece and I wear it; I've woods, and I've bowers, I've fields, and I've flowers, The lark is my daily alarmer. Then my jolly friends now, here is God speed the plough, Long life and success to the Farmer. Chorus — Then my jolly friends now, here's God speed the plough, Long life, &c. THE LITTLE BLACKSMITH. We heard his hammer all day long On the anvil ring, and ring, But he always came when the sun went down, To sit on the gate and sing ; SONGS OF THE FARM. 119 His little hands so hard and brown Cross'd idly ou his knee, And straw-hat lopping over cheeks As red as they could be. Chorus — The hammer's stroke on the anVil, filled His heart with a happy ring, And that was why, when the sun went down, He came to the gate to sing. His blue and faded jacket, trimm'd With signs of work, his feet All bare and fair upon the grass, He made a picture sweet. For still his shoes, with iron shod, On the smithy wall he hung, As forth he came, when the sun went down, And sat on the gate and sung. The hammer's stroke on the anvil, filled, &c. The whistling rustic tending cows, Would keep in pastures near, And half the busy villagers Lean from their doors to hear. And from the time the robin came And made the hedges bright, Until the stubble yellow grew, He never missed a night. The hammer's stroke on the anvil, filled, &c. THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET. Tune — Jessie the Flower of Dumblane. How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection recalls them to view, The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wildwood, And ev'ry loved spot that my infancy knew. The wide-spreading pond, and thd mill standing 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 moss covered bucket, The iron-bound bu That hnng in the well. 120 SONGS OF THE FARM. That moss covered vessel I hail as a treasure, For oft when at noon I return'd from the field, I have found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest, and sweetest, that nature could 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 Tri'th overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well. The old oaken bucket, &c. How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As poised on the cord it inclin'd to my lips, Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it, Tho' fill'd with the nectar that Jupiter sips. But now far removed from that loved situation A tear of regret will intrusively swell, As my fancy revisits my father's plantation, And sighs for the bucket that hangs in the well. The old oaken bucket, &c. THE SONG OF THE FARMER. Music with Piano accompaniment, published by Winner & Shuster, Phila. I have cattle that feed in the valley, And herds that graze on the hill, And I pride in the fruits of my labor, For I'm lord of the land that I till. I have ploughed the rough hill and the meadow, 'Till feeble with age and with toil, And I know before long that another Shall reap the new fruits of the soil. For the son who hath toiled for me ever, And faithfully stood by my side, Hath a hand that shall gather the harvest, When his feeble old father hath died. And the daughter, so kind to her mother, Shall share with him all I possess, For I feel they love me as a father, And welcome my tender caress. SONGS OF THE FARM. 121 There's my faithful, my trusting companion, My kind-hearted, dear, loving wife, I have toiled for her comfort with pleasure, For such was the pride of of my life. And still in my manhood I love her, For her kind and affectionate care, And all that the earth can afford me, With her I most willingly share. GOD BLESS THE FARMER'S TOIL. As sung at Harvest Home celebrations, Agricultural Fair Festivals, &c God bless the farmer's toil. God crown his cultured soil, With bounteous hand, Send him a fruitful field, Crops that abundance yield, From blight or flood, oh ! shield His flocks and land. Constant as earth rolls round, He nobly tills the ground, From sun to sun. Long be his brow caress'd, Long may his couch be bless'd, With calm and peaceful rest, When labor's done. Free from the world's turmoil, He by his manly toil, Strews ev'ry board. Still as the seasons come, May heaven's smiling dome, Crown his brow, hearth, and home, With blest reward. God bless the farmer's toil, God crown his cultured soil, With bounteous hand, Send him the fruitful field, Crops that abundance yield, From blight or flood, oh ! shield His flocks and land. 122 SONGS OF THE FARM. "THE REAPER ON THE PLAIN." Words by C. G. Eastman. Music by G. F. Root. Bending o'er his sic- kle 'Midthe yellow grain, Lo ! the sturdy reaper, Reaping on the plain Singing as the sickle, Gathers to his hand, Rustling in its ripeness, The glo - ry of his land, p e legato. Mark the grain before him, Swaying in the wind, And thee- vengav -el, Following be-hind, cres. Bound in armf ull bundles, standing one by one, The yester' morning's labor Ripens in the sun. Long I've stood and pondered, Gazing from the hill, While the sturdy reaper Sung and labored still : Rending o'er his sickle 'Mid the yellow grain, Happy and contented Reaping on the plain. And as upon my journey I leave the maple tree, Thinking of the difference Between the man and me, I turn again to see him Reaping on the plain, And almost wish my labor Were the sickle and the grain. SWEET THE HOUR.— a chorus. Sweet the hour when freed from labor Lads and lasses thus convene ; To the merry pipe and tabor, Dancing gaily on the green. Sweet the hour, &c. SONGS OF THE FARM. 123 Nymphs with all their native graces, Swains with every charm to win; Sprightly steps aud smiling faces, Tell of happy hearts within. Sweet the hour, &c. Blest with plenty, here the farmer, Toils for those he loves alone ; While some pretty smiling charmer, Like the land, is all his own. Sweet the hour, &c. Though a tear for prospects blighted, May at times unbidden flow, Yet the heart will bound delighted, Where such kindred bosoms glow. Sweet the hour, &c. THE FARM MAID AND THE FOP. A Popular Character Song. A spruce city beau at set of sun, Return'd from sport with game and gun, O'ertook a blushing country maid, And to deride her thus he essay'd. 'Where are you going my pretty maid?" [Repeat."] 'I'm going a milking, sir," she said. ' May I go with you, my pretty maid V 'It's just as you please, kind sir," she said, ' What is your father, my pretty maid t" [Repeat.] 'My father's a farmer, sir," she said. 1 Then I would marry you, my pretty maid, ' That's not as yon please, kind sir," she said. What is your fortune, my pretty maid V [Repeat.] My face is my fortune, kind sir," she said. Then I can't marry you, my pretty maid," Nobody ashed you, kind sir/* she said, }y asked yoU, kind sir,'' she said. 124 SONGS OF THE FARM. WHEN A LITTLE FARM WE KEEP. A Popular Duett. He. When a little farm we keep, And have little girls and boys, With little pigs and little sheep, To make a little noise. Both. Oh ! what happy, merry days we'll see, With our little lambs a sporting on our knee. He. Then we'll keep a little maid, And a little horse beside, A little horse and gig or sleigh, To take a little ride. Both. Oh ! how happy we will be, With our little children sitting on our knee. He. The boys I'll conduct, She. The girls I'll instruct, He. In reading I'll engage, Each son is not deficient. She. In music I'll presage, Each girl is a proficient. He. Now boy, your B. A. Ba. She. Now girl, your Do — re — ma. Both Oh ! how happy we will be, With our little children lisping on our knee. THE HARVESTER'S JOYS. The blithe rosy summer comes laughing along, Beneath the sun's ripening ray, And we hear the clear notes of the harvester's song Over hill and o'er meadow so gay, How joyful to toss round the sweet-scented hay, Or to spread the mown grass to the sun, While the mowers are jollily bending away, And in merry measure their sweeping scythes play, And ring when the green swathe is done ! SONGS OF THE FARM. 125 And in the preen field, ere the noon-tide is near, What unallov'd pleasures pervade, When the merry farm maid with a rose in her hair, Spreads a rural repast in the shade ! Round the sweet milk and pie, how we make the jokes fly! And the heated noon hour beguiling, We relate pleasing stories with songs of true glee, As we sit or recline 'neath the sheltering tree, And heaven's blue canopy smiling THE FARMER SAT IN HIS EASY CHAIR. Music published by Firth, Pond, T ashington on high, Point to their blood anointed blades And to their children cry, Rouse, freemen by your Fathers' scars, On to the rescue throng; Defend our flag and sacred stars, The Union Right or Wrong. Sons of the press, proclaim its worth In telegraphic fires, Bid young America stand forth And emulate their sires ; Wake sister States, and hand in hand, Round Freedom's Temple throng, Come shout in one united Band, " Our Union Right or Wrong" Silas S. Steele. 9 ISO BONGS OF AMERICA. COLUMBIA'S OUR HAPPY LAND. Tune — " We have come from a Happy Land.'* Columbia's our happy land, 'Neath liberty's sway, 'Tis guarded by freedom's band, By night and by day. North, South, East, and West, Hearts with peace and plenty blest, Praise heaven's high behest, And sing blithe and gay. Chorus — Columbia's our happy land, 'Neath liberty's sway, Guarded by freedom's band, By night and by day. Columbia's our happy home, Plenty's her store, Children who from her roam, Still bless her the more. Strangers who seek her lands, Find open hearts and hands, And in united bands, Sing blithe and gay. Columbia's our happy land, &c. Columbia's our happy school, Where all can come in, And learn wisdom's golden rule, To toil is to win. Science and Art unite, Shedding forth their hallow'd light, Crowning with useful might, All on their way. Columbia's our happy land, &c. SONGS OF AMERICA. 181 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. Firm — united — let us be, Rallying round our liberty ; As a band of brothers join'd, 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-earn'd prize. While offering peace sincere and just In heaven we place a manly trust, That truth and justice will prevail, And every scheme of bondage fail. Firm — united, &c. Sound, sound, the trump of fame ! Let Washington's great name, Ring through the world with loud applause,' Ring through the world with loud applause, Let every clime to freedom dear, Listen with a joyful ear; With equal skill, and god-like power He govern'd in the fearful hour Of horrid war; or guides with ease, The happier times of honest peace. Firm — united, &c. 13? SONGS OF AMERICA. 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 arm'd in virtue, firm and true, His hopes are fix'd on heaven and you. When hope was sinking in dismay, And gloom obseur'd Columbia's day, His steady mind, from changes free, Resolv'd on death or liberty. Firm — united — let us be, Rallying round our liberty ; As a band of brothers join'd, Peace and safety we shall find. F. Hopkinsok. THE RELICS OF WASHINGTON. Where thy bright wave, Potomac, by fair Vernon sweeps, There, shrouded in glory, great Washington sleeps ; There the spirits of freedom exultingly roam, Their blessings to breathe on the patriot's tomb. No proud marble rears its high crest o'er his dust, For honor's hand lights up the grave of the just; And the star of his glory which brighter still glows, Shall hallow the spot where his relics repose. While the genius of Freedom the earth shall illume, His deeds shall light forth her brave sons to his tomb ; And his name's hallow'd splendor a watchword shall be For millions who yet shall resolve to be free. Silas S. Steele. THE AGE OF PROGRESS. The age of giant progress, Americans all hail ! The land, all interwoven With telegraph and rail ; No sluggish chains shall bind us, No tardiness delay; The morning light is breaking (waking) O'er our destiny. SONGS OF AMERICA. 183 The age of trained lightning, "Despatching" human thought; What wondrous revolution The scheme of Morse hath wrought ! No time, no space can hinder The quick, electric fire ; Intelligence is flashing (dashing) O'er the magic wire. The age of grand conceptions, The" "cable of the deep!" It u snapped," but we will mend it, We have no time to weep. The great Pacific Railroad ! 'Twill not be long before The railroad cars are flying (hieing) From the golden shore. The age of priceless knowledge, — The scholar's jubilee ! The land all dotted over With institutions free. Our public schools ! Oh, hail them ! They offer treasures cheap : The boys and girls are scaling (hailing) Science's rugged steep. UNFURL THE GLORIOUS BANNER. Copied by permission of Firth, Pond & Co., 547 Broadway, N. Y. Unfurl the glorious banner, Let it sway upon the breeze, The emblem of our country's pride, On land, and on the seas — The emblem of our liberty, Borne proudly in the wars, The hope of every freeman, The gleaming stripes and stars. Chorus — Then unfurl the glorious banner Out on the welcoming air, Read the record of the olden time, Upon its radiance there ! 134 SONGS OF AMERICA. In the battle it shall lead us, And our banner ever be, A beacon light to glory, And a- guide to victory. The glorious band of patriots Who gave the flag its birth, Have writ with steel in history, The record of its worth ; From east to west, from sea to sea, From pole to tropic sun, Will eyes grow bright, and hearts throb high At the name of Washington. Then unfurl the glorious banner, &c. Ah ! proudly should we bear it, And guard this flag of ours, Borne bravely in its infancy, Amidst the darker hours ; Only the brave may bear it, A guardian it shall be For those who well have won the right To boast of liberty. Then unfurl the glorious banner, &c. The meteor flag of seventy-six, Long may it wave in pride, To tell the world how nobly The patriot fathers died ; When from the shadows of their night Outburst the brilliant sun, It bathed in light the stripes and stars, And lo ! the field was won. Then unfurl the glorious banner, &c. YE SONS OF FREEDOM, WAKE TO GLORY. Air — The Marseillaise. Ye sons of freedom, wake to glory ! Hark ! hark ! what myriads bid you rise ! Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary, Behold their tears and hear their cries ! Behold their tears and hear their cries I SONGS OF AMERICA. 135 Shall hateful tyrants, mischiefs breeding, With hireling hosts, a ruffian band, Affright and desolate the land, While peace and liberty lie bleeding? To arms ! to arms, ye brave ! Th' avenging sword unsheath ! March on ! march on ! all hearts resolved On victory or death ! Now, now the dangerous storm is rolling, Which treacherous kings confederate raise; The dogs of war, let loose, are howling — And lo ! our walls and cities blaze ! And shall we basely view the ruin, While lawless force, with guilty stride, Spreads desolation far and wide, With crimes and blood his hands imbruing? To arms, &c. With luxury and pride surrounded, The vile, insatiate tyrants dare, Their thirst of gold and power unbounded, To mete and vend the light and air. Like beasts of burden would they load us — Like gods would bid their slaves adore — But man is man — aud who is more ? Then shall they longer lash and goad us ? To arms, &c Oh, liberty ! can man resign thee, Once having felt thy generous flame ? Can dungeons, bolts, and bars confine thee? Or whips thy noble spirit tame? Too long the world has wept, bewailing That falsehood's dagger tyrants wield — But freedom is our sword and shield, And all their arts are unavailing. To arms, &c. 186 SONGS OF AMERICA. UNCLE SAM'S FARM Published by Ditson & Co., 227 Washington street, Boston, Tune. — Walk in, walk in, &c. Of all the mighty nations, In the East or in the West, Oh ! this glorious Yankee Nation Is the greatest and the best; We have room for all creation, And our banner is unfurl'd : Here is a general invitation, To the people of the world. Chorus. — Come along, come along — Make no delay ; Come from every nation ; Come from every way ; Our land is broad enough — Don't be alarmed, For Uncle Sam is rich enough, To give us all a farm. St. Lawrence marks our northern line, As fast her waters flow, And the Rio Grande our southern bound, 'Way down to Mexico; From the great Atlantic Ocean, Where the sun begins to dawn, Leaps across the Rocky Mountains, Away to Oregon. Come along, come along, &c. The South may raise the cotton, And the West the corn and pork. New England manufactories Shall do up the finer work For the deep and flowing waterfalls, That course along our hills, Are just the thing for washing sheep, And driving cotton mills. Come along, come along, &c. SONGS OP AMERICA. 137 Our fathers gave us liberty, But little did I dream The grand results that flow along This mighty age of steam ; For our mountains, lakes, and rivers, Are in a blaze of fire, And we send our news by lightning, On the telegraphic wire. Come along, come along, &c. INDEPENDENCE DAY. Originally sung by Charley Burke. Tune. — Bonnie Laddie, Highland Laddie. Squeak the fife and beat the drum, Independence day is come, Let the roasting pig be bled, Quick twist off' the rooster's head, Quickly rub the pewter-platter, Heap the nut cakes, fried in butter; Set the cups and beaker glass, The pumpkin and the apple-sass. Send the keg to shop for brandy, Maple sugar we have handy; Independent, staggering Dick, A noggin mix of swingeing thick ; Sal, put on your russet skirt, Jonathan, get your boughten shirt, Here comes Sambo witli his fiddle- To-day we dance to tiddle diddle. Sambo, take a dram of whisky, And play us Yankee Doodle friskey, I, come leave your wicked tricks, And let us have a reel of six. Father and mother shall make two — - and all a row : .id uance with quality, 'lest equality. / 138 SONGS OF AMERICA. Father and mother are but men, Sambo — take a sup of gin — Come foot it, Sal — Moll, figure in, And mother, you dance up to him. Now saw as fast as ever you can do, And father you cross o'er to Sambo — Thus we dance, and thus we play, On glorious Independence Day. Encore Verses. Rub more rosin on your bow, And let us have another go — Zounds ! as sure as eggs and bacon, Here's ensign Sneak, and uncle Deacon. Aunt Thiah, and there's Bets behind her, On blundering mare, than beetle blinder, And there's the squire too, with his lady ; Sal, hold the beast, I'll take the baby. Moll, bring the squire our great arm chair, Good folks we're glad to see you here — Jonathan get the great case bottle, Your teeth can pull its corn-cob stopple. Ensign — Deacon, never mind, Squire, drink until you're blind — Thus we drink and dance away, This glorious Independence Day. Royal Tyler, 1787. 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. 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. SONGS OF AMIR I 139 "When war waged its wide desolation, And threatened our land to deform, The ark then of freedom's foundation, Columbia rode safe through the storm. With her garland of victory o'er her, "When so proudly she bore her bold crew, With her flag proudly floating before her, The boast of the red, white, and blue. The boast of, &c. The wine cup, the wine cup bring hither, And fill you it up to the brim, May the memory of Washington ne'er wither, Nor the star of his glory grow dim. May the service united ne'er sever, But e'er to their colors prove true, The army and navy forever, Three cheers for the red, white, and blue, Three cheers for, &c. THE BOSTIXG TEA PARTY OF 1773. Tune. — Bow — wow — wow. Sung with immense applause. I'm a Yankee lad that's jist come down, An' guess I'll sing a ditty, And them that doesn't relish it, I reckon it's a pity. TJiat is, I think, I should have been A plaguy sight more finish'd man, If I'd been born in Boston town ; But I wnrn't, 'cause I'm a countryman. Tol lol de ra. Bi tol de riddle iddle, ri tol de ra. And t'other day the Yankee folks, Were mad about the taxes, And so we went, like Indians dress'd, To split tea-chests with axes: I mean, 'twas done in seventy-three, An' we were real gritty : The mayor he would have led the gang, But Boston warn't a city. Tol lol de ra, &c. 140 SONGS OP AMERICA. Ye see we Yankees didn't care, A pin for wealth or booty, And so, in State street, we agreed, We'd never pay the duty ; That is, in State street 'twould have been, But 'twas King street they call'd it then ; And the tax on tea, it was so bad, The women would not scald it then. Tol lol de ra, &c. To Charlestown bridge we all went down, To see the thing corrected : That is, we would have gone there, But the bridge, it warn't erected \ The tea, perhaps, was very good : Bohea, Souchong, or Hyson; But drinking tea, it warn't the rage, The duty made it pison. Tol lol de ra, &c. And then we went aboard the ships, Our vengeance to administer, And didn't care a tarnal bit, For any king or minister ; We made a plaguy mess of tea, In one of the biggest dishes, I mean, we steep'd it in the sea, And treated all the fishes. Tol lol de ra, &c. And then, you see, we were all found out, A thing we hadn't dreaded ; The leaders were to London sent, And instantly beheaded : That is, I mean, they would have been, If ever they'd been taken ; But the leaders, they were never cotch'd, And so they saved their bacon. Tol lol de ra, &c. SONGS OF AMERICA. 141 Now heaven bless the president, And all this godly nation ; That is, sir, if we were not blest, As it is, there's no occasion. Long live them folks who threw that herb, In the kettle of the sea, sir, That is, since they are dead, may they Drink immortali(ty) tea, sir. Tol lol de ra, &c. THE STRONG LADS OF LABOR. Tune—" Taking Tea in the Arbor." Let others proclaim The bold son of war's fame, And the heroes of cannon and sabre, A song let me sing, And around let it ring, In the praise of " the Strong Lads of Labor." Let monarchies boast Of the walls on their coast, To ward off a threatening neighbor, But a nation's true power, In danger's dark hour, Exists in her strong lads of labor. Chorus — But a nation's true power, In danger's dark hour, Exists in her Strong Lads of Labor. Let luxury's fool, In his proud splendor roll, Or dance out his life to the tabor, Could he drink, could he eat, Could he clothe head or feet, Were it not for the Strong Lads of Labor ? The sword, tongue, or pen, With good minds and good men, May each prove a very good neighbor, But in war, plague, or panic, Their shield's the mechanic, And the aid of the strong sons of labor. But in war, plague, or panic, &c. 142 SONGS OF AMERICA. From forest to city, From cradle to coffin, We see the great work of their hands, sir, Each mountain's high crest, And the ocean's broad breast, By the might of the toiler is spanned, sir. Then send the shout home, To the sky's lofty d^me, Be each man to man, brother and neighbor,* Sing the plough, plane, and plumb, Trowel, hammer, and loom, And reward to the " Strong Lads of Labor " Sing the plough, plane, and plumb, ,• *- Trowel, hammer, &c. YOUNG AMERICA. A NEW AND POPULAR SOWG. Air — Pibroch of Donald Dhu. Hearts that love liberty, Hands to defend her, Swear by your father's blood, Nothing shall rend her. Love for your father's gift, Thrills your souls ever, Firm as your mountain cliffs, Stand ye for ever. Freedom's young eagles each His own brave defender, His home and his fatherland, He'll " NEVER SURRENDER." Quick as the lightning's flash, Free as the broad rivers When liberty calls you, You've a life's blood to give her. With you there's no base heart, There's no soul so sordid, To give up for gold or place, The glory we've hoarded. Freedom's young eagles, &c. SONGS OF AMERICA. 143 THE FREEDOM OF ELECTIONS, OR LAW AND ORDER. Tune — Yankee Doodle. While some ou rights and some on wrongs, Prefer their own reflections, The people's rigiit demands our song, The Right of Free Elections. For government and order's sake, And law's important sections, Let all stand by the Ballot Box, For fair and free elections. Chorus — " Law and order" be the stake, With freedom and protection ; Let all stand by the Ballot Box, For fair and free elections. Each .town and country's wealth and peace, Its trade and
% "WHAT'S A' THE STEER, KDIMER?" What's a' the steer, Kimmer? what's a' the steer ? Jamie, he is landed, and soon lie will Le here. Go lace your boddice blue, lassie, lace your boddice blue, Put on your Sunday clothes, and trim your cap anew, For Fin right glad at heart, Kimmer, right glad at heart, I ha'e a bonnie breastknot, and for his sake Fll wear't, Sin' Jamie is come hame, we ha'e nae care to fear, Bid the neighbors a' come in and welcome Jamie here. Where's Donald Todd, lassie? rin, fetch him here; Bid him bring his pipes, lassie, bid him tune clear, For we'll taste the barley mow, and loot it to and fro, Sin' Jamie is come hame, we'll gi'e him hearty cheer. And it's what's a' the steer, Kimmer? what's a' the steer? Jamie, he is landed, and soon he will be here, Bid Allan Ramsay rin, bid him kill a fatted deer, Oh the neighbors little ken, how welcome's Jamie dear. JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO. John Anderson, my Jo John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, John, Your bonnie brow was brent. But now r your brow is bald, John, Your locks are like the snow; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my Jo. John xVnderson, my Jo John, We climb'd the hill thcgither, And raony a cantie day, John, We've had with ane anither. Now we maun totter down, John, hand in hand we'll go, And we'll sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my Jo. Robert Burns. 196 SONGS OF SCOTLAND. THE LASS 0' GOWRIE. 'Twas on a summer's afternoon, A wee before the sun gaed down, A lassie with a braw silk gown, Came o'er the hills to Gowrie. The rose bud tinged with morning shower, Bloomed fresh within the sunny bower, But Kittie was the fairest flower, That ever bloomed on Gowrie. I had nae thought to do her wrang, When round her waist my arms I flang, And said, " My lassie, will ye gang To view the carse o' G-owrie ? I'll take ye to my father's ha' In yon green fields beside the shaw, And make ye lady of them a', The brawest wife in Gowrie." Saft kisses on her lips I laid, The blush upon her cheek soon play'd, She whispered modestly and said, " I'll gang wi' ye to Gowrie." The auld folk soon gave their consent, And to the kirk we quickly went, That joined us to our hearts' content. And now she's " Lady Gowrie." HAIL TO THE CHIEF. Hail to the chief, who in triumph advances, Honor'd and blest be the evergreen pine ; Long may the tree in his banner that glances, Flourish — the shelter and grace of our line. Heaven send it happy dew, Earth lend it sap anew, Gaily to bourgeon, and broadly to grow; While every Highland glen Sends our shout back again, " Roderigh Vich Alpine Dhu, ho ! ieroe !" SONGS OF SCOTLAND. 197 Ours is no sapling chance-sown by the fountain, Blooming at beltane, in winter to fade; When the whirlwind has stript every leaf on the mountain, The more shall Clan Alpine exult in her shade. Moor'd in the rifted rock, Proof to the tempest's shock, Firmer he roots him. the ruder it blow : Menteith and Breadalbane, then, Echo his praise again, " Roderigh Vich Alpine Dhu, ho ! ieroe !" Proudly our pibroch has thrill'd in Glen Fruin, And Banochar's groans to our slogan replied, Glen Luss and Boss Dhu, they are smoking in ruin, And the best of Loch Lomond lie dead on her side. Widow and Saxon maid Long shall lament our raid, Think of Clan Alpine with fear and with woe : Lenox and Leven Glen Shake when they hear again, " Roderigh Yich Alpine Dhu, ho ! ieroe I" Row, vassals, row, for the pride of the Highlands ! Stretch to your oars for the evergreen pine ! Oh ! that the rose bud that graces yon islands, Were wreath'd in a garjand around him to twine. Oh ! that some seedling gem, Worthy such noble stem, Honor'd and blest in their shadow might grow ! Long should Clan Alpine then Ring from her deepmost glen, u Roderigh Vich Alpine Dhu, ho ! ieroe I" BANKS OF ALLAN WATER. On the banks of Allan Water, When the sweet spring time did fall, Was the miller's lovely daughter, The fairest of them all. For his bride a soldier sought her, And a winning tongue had he, On the banks of Allan Water, None so gay as she. 198 SONGS OP SCOTLAND. On the banks of Allan Water, When brown autumn spread its store, Then I saw the miller's daughter, But she smiled no more : For the summer grief had brought her, And the soldier false was he, On the banks of Allan Water, None so sad as she. On the banks of Allan Water, When the winter snow fell fast, Still was seen the miller's daughter, Chilling blew the blast. But the miller's lovely daughter Both from cold and care was free, On the banks of Allan Water There a corpse lay she. SEA AND NAVAL SONGS CAPTINGE KYDDE, YE TERRIBLE PIRATTE. A MORANTIC SENTIMENTAL BALLADK, AS IT HATH BEEN WRITTINGE BY niS ONLY SURVIVING DESCENDANT — ■ " KYDD," NAMED CALABASH COD LINE, OF CAPE COD. On ! my name is Capting Kydd, as I sailed, as I sailed, Oh ! my name is Capting Kydd, a* f sailed, Oh ! my name is Capting Kydd, and so wieked-ly I did, That through ev'ry law I slid (yes slantendicularly,) As I sailed, as I sailed. Oh ! I sparked the Countess Britain, ere I sailed, ere I sailed, Yes, I sparked the Countess Britain, ere I sailed, I sparked the Countess Britain, With me that gal was smit-ten, But her folks showed me the mitten, (with a feet an' a kick in it,) Ere I sailed, ere I sailed. Oh ! a witch came riding by, ere I sailed, ere I sailed, A witch came riding by, ere I sailed. Says she, " Robert, don't you cry About your gal an' folks so high, Take revenge — in piracy," And I sailed, and T sailed. (199) 200 SONGS OF THE SEA AND NAVY. So I hoisted the Red Flag, and I sailed, and I sailed, So I hoisted the Red Flag, and I sailed, 'Twas a kid upon a rag, And I went the entire — stag (hog), As I sailed, &c. I seized her dad upon the sea, as I sailed, as I sailed, I kotched my gal's dad on the sea, as I sailed, I met him on the sea — and he tried to soft-soap me, But I made him walk the plank {partiek-larly.} As I sailed, &c. I met that gal there too, as I sailed, as I sailed, I met my gal there too, as I sailed, Her loveyer there I slew, of his heart I made a stew, And — I made her eat it too, As I sailed, &c. Oh ! I robbed the rich Duke Grassee, as he sailed, as he sailed, I robbed the rich Duke Grassee, as he sailed, I robbed the rich Duke Grassee, He tried to come the sassy, And I gave him peculiar " jesse," As I sailed, &c. Four Admirals at me run, as I sailed, as I sailed, Four Admirals at me run, as I sailed, I cut off the head of one, an' I ramm'd it in a gun, Sent him clear to set of sun, (and knocked spots into it,) As I sailed, &c. But my ship got some hard knocks, as I sailed, as I sailed, And I feared to lose my rocks, as I sailed, So I kotch of whales a flock, And they made me a dry-dock (on the double action lever principle,) And — I repaired her on their stocks, Then I sailed, &c. Oh ! my crew did inutin-y, as I sailed, as I sailed, But I hung 'em up sky high, as I sailed, I hung forty mast head high, Like cod fish strung up to dry, And next time they didn't trv (that speculation any more), While I sailed, &e. SONGS OF THE SF.A AND NAVY. 201 Fifty ghosts appeared one night, as I sailed, as I sailed, Fifty ghosts appeared one night, as I sailed, They thought me for to fright, But I put them all to flight, By burning a blue light (made of sea-sarpent's oil,) As I sailed, £c. My gal's ghost came and said, as I sailed, as I sailed, Oh ! — my gal's ghost came and said, as I sailed, Oh ! quit this trade and wed. My poor ghost without a " red" 1 says, Mi>s — enough said, (" Shake,") As I sailed, &c. So I steer' d for Yankee shore, as I sailed, as I sailed, Then I steer'd for Yankee shore, as I sailed, There I buried all my store, Consisting of a large majority of gold watches, brooches, dia- monds, plates, breastpins, &c, &c. And some more, And folks dived for it all o'er, But they failed, &c. Oh ! they dived and dragged East River, where I sailed, where I sailed, They dived and dragged East River, For they kotch the treasure fever — And (thumbing ) much mud did they diskiver, As they sailed, &c. Some said 'twas on the highland, and they said, and they said, Som>' e - on the highland, as they si Some sai highland — But Edg ■', near Charleston, in his But li For 'twas in a - iry land, il'd, all entail'd, (and salted down.) 202 SONGS OF THE SEA AND NAVY. Oh ! I banked it on the shore, as I sailed, as I sailed, On the Philadelphia shore, as I sailed, On Philadelphia shore, At Gr. G-. Evans' Gift Book Store, For him to deal out ever more, With good books containing a warning to all young lovyers when they get the mitten to never turn pirates, Or else like me, they'll mourn the day, as I do, That I sailed, {In a horn.) THE PLOUGH BOY AT SEA. Air — Nor ah Greina. If folks who sing about the sea, Could half of 'em see the place they sing about, They'd quickly change their tune with me, And ocean's fame would cease to ring about. Oh ! then instead of rippling waves, They'd tell of squalls and hurricanes thundering, Of see-saw decks, and sea-sick heaves, Lurching — pitching — reeling — floundering. Spoken — Hallo ! there, Captain, stop the horses — I mean, hitch up the boat — lift up the paddle wheel, and reef the smoke pipe. For devil take the sea, say I, Water salt, and meat that's salterer, Billows boiling up sky high, I wish that folks would yoke or halter her. At daylight when I wakes I feels, Like a top with the delirium trimmins, I find -my head where I poked my heels, And all creation's round me swimming. And when I goes to eat, the boat Jist like a wild colt, kicks and pitches Half of my soup goes down my throat, And to'ther half goes down my — trowsers. Spoken — Staggering, Hellow ! wo, haw, gee, scotch the wheel there, we're goin' down hill. With a devil take the sea, say I, &c. SONGS OF THE SEA AND NAVY. 20J You folks, that on the sea would roam, Don't tru>t its darn'd foundation fickle. Before you go, pray stny at, homo, For sweets of sea-life are all "pickles" Its bracing gales, they are no good, "Unless you splice tlio main-brace, too sirs, You'll think you're loose on Noah's flood, While no Mount Arrow root in view, sirs. Devil take the sea, say I, Water salt, and feed that's salterer, Seas like hay stacks, poked up high, I wish the folks would yoke or halter her. Silas S. Steele. FAR, FAR UPON THE SEA. Far, far upon the sea, The good ship speeding free, Upon the deck we gather, young and old ; And view the flapping sail, Swelling out before the gale, Full and round without a wrinkle or a fold. Or watch the waves that glide, By the vessel's stately side, Or the wild sea birds that follow thro' the air ; Or gather in a ring, And with cheerful voices sing. Oh ! gaily goes the ship when the wind blows fair. Far, far upon the sea, With the sunshine on our lee, We talk of pleasant days when we were young, And remember though we roam, The sweet melodies of home, The happy songs of childhood which we sung; And though we quit her shore, To return to it. no mo. Sound the hat Columbia yet shall bear, That " Yankees rule the waves, And never shall be slaves/' Oh ! gaily goes the ship when the wind blows fair. 204 SONGS OF THE SEA AND NAVY. Far, far upon the sea, Whate'er our country be, The thought of it shall cheer us as we go, And Scotland's sons shall join, " In the days of auld lang syne," With voice by memory softened clear and low; And the men of Erin's Isle, Battling sorrow with a smile, Shall sing " St. Patrick's morning" void of care, And thus we pass the day, And we journey on our way, Oh ! gaily goes the ship when the wind blows fair. BEN BOLT. Oh ! don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt, Sweet Alice with hair so brown, She 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 granite so gray/ And sweet Alice lies under the stone. They have fitted a slab of granite so gray, And sweet Alice lies under the stone. Oh ! don't you remember the wood, Ben Bolt, Near the green sunny slope of the hill; Where oft we have sung 'neath its wide spreading And kept time to the click of the mill ? The mill has gone to decay, Ben Bolt, And a quiet now reigns all around, • See, the old rustic porch with its roses so sweet, Lies scatter'd and fallen to the ground. Oh ! don't you remember the school, Ben Bolt, And the master so kind and so true, And the little nook by the clear running brook, Where we gather'd the flow'rs as they grew ? O'er the master's grave grows the grass, Ben Bolt, And the running little brook is now dry, And of all the friends who were schoolmates then, There remains, Ben, but you and I. And of all, &c. Thomas Dunn English. BON CIS OF THE SEA AND NAVY. 205 A YANKEE SUIT AND A YANKEE CREW. A Yankee ship and a Yankee crew, Tally hi ho ! you know ! O'er the bright blue W£ves like a sea-bird flew, Singing hey ! aloft and alow ! Her sails are spread to the fairy breeze, The spray sparkling as thrown from her prow, Her flag is the proudest that floats on the seas, When homeward she's steering now. A Yankee ship, &c. A Yankee ship and a Yankee crew, Tally hi ho ! you know ! With hearts aboard both gallant and true, The same aloft and alow. The blackened sky and the whistling wind, Foretell the approach of a gale, And home and its joys flit over each mind, Husbands, lovers, on deck there ! a sail ! A Yankee ship and a Yankee crew, Tally hi ho ! you know ! Distress is the word, God speed them through, Bear a hand aloft and alow ! A Yankee ship and a Yankee crew, Tally hi ho ! you know ! Freedom defends the land where it grew, We're free aloft and alow ! Bearing down is a ship in regal pride, Defiance floating at each mast-head ; She's wreck'd, and the one bears that floats alongside, The stars and the stripes that's to victory wed. A Yankee ship, &c. J. S. Joxes. ALL'S WELL. Deserted by the waning moon, When skies proclaim night's cheerless noon, On tower, or fort, or tented ground, The sentry walks his lonely round, And should a footstep haply stray, Where caution marks the guarded way, " Who goes there? Stranger, quickly tell !" "A friend !"— " The word ?"— " Good night! All's well!" SO: .HE sEA AM NAVY Or sailing on the midnight d TVhile w The careful m I _ . ■. ' ' Aud while his th Some well known voic •• What cheer? oh, bij "Above . THE SAIMEB BOY. A i My love is a Sailier Boy, so galorious and so bold, He's as tall as a flag staff, only nineteen years old m } For to cruise the wide world he left his own d And my I busting because he is not here. For his spiri' nendious, oh, fierce to behold, In a young man. bred a butcher boy, only nineteen yean old. His parents they bound him to a carpenter. But a sea-faring life he did much pre His mind was a boilir. _ didn't keer, For all that he wished — was a clam boat to steer. For his a - tremendious, &c. Oh, my bus-um is toe- r> rollin' sea, For fear his affect: me j For a sweetheart can be had in - .so Fm told, More particularly for a your en years old> For . My heart is a breal For fear that fine-formed m: iae; Of all the wealth in the uiiir ^ver and gold, I'd give . ." Boy, oii. its old. For - tremendious, &c. If that er -an be — But lay a stiff cor] The weeds of a wi I'd wear for my Sailiei ': -:rs old. For BONGS Of Tl AVI'. 12u7 ADDITIONAL, NATIONAL, AND PATRIOTICAL VERSES. Should enemy dare to insult our stripe or our star, And old uncle Samuel I go in to war; I then would apply to galliai I so bold, For -i post for my Sailier Boy, only ni ears old. For his Bpirits are tremendious, Then should the fierce enemy come out with his host For to stop our free trading on the ocean and coast, They will catch Yankee thunder and find themselves sold, By our gallant young Sailier boys, scarce nineteen years old. For his spirits are tremendious, &o. THE .MALTESE BOAT SONG. See, brothers, see, how the night comes on, Slowly sinks the setting sun ; Hark ! how the solemn vesper's sound, Sweetly falls upon the • Then haste^, let us work till the daylight's o'er, . And fold our nets as we row to the shore; Our toil of labor being o'er, Huw sweet the boatmen's welcome home, Home, home, home, the boatmen's welcome home, Sweet, oh sweet, the boatmen's welcome home. See how the tints of daylight die, Soon we'll hear the tender sigh ; For when the toil of labor's o'er, "We shall meet our friends on shore. Then haste, let ns work till the daylight's o'er, And fold our nets as we row to the shore ; For fame or gold how. No souud as sweet as welcome 1 Home, home, home, the boatmen's welcome home, Sweet, oh sweet, the boatmen's welcome home. Then haste, &c. 208 SONGS OF THE SEA AND NAVY. LAND! LAND! The dangers of the deep are past, We're drawing near our home at last, We see its outline on the sky, And join the sailor's welcome cry, Land ! Land ! Land ! Oh ! joyful thought for weary men, To tread the solid earth again ; And hark ! the church bells pealing near, From spire and turret, loud and clear, As if they rang so loud and free, To bid us welcome o'er the sea ! Land ! Land ! Land ! The cry makes every heart rejoice, Is this the country of our choice ? Is this the long sought happy soil, Where plenty spreads the board of toil ? Land ! Land ! Land ! How gladly through its paths we'll tread, With bounding step, uplifted head, And through its wilds and forest roam, To clear our farms and build our home; And sleep at night and never dread That morn shall see us wanting bread. Land ! Land ! Land ! We've passed together o'er the sea, In storm and sunshine, comrades we, But ere we part let's gather round, And shout with one accord the sound, Of— Land! Land! Land! The land of rivers broad and deen. The land where he who sows may reap ; The land where, if we ploughmen will, We may possess the fields we till ; So gather all, and shout once more, The Land ! The Land ! Hurrah for shore! ? SONUS uF THE SEA AM- NAVY. 209 THE SAILOR'S LAST WHISTLE. Whether sailor or not, for a moment avast, Poor Jack's inizen-topsail is laid to the mast. He'll never turn out, or more heave the lead, f He's now all aback, nor will sails shoot ahead; Yet though worms gnaw his timbers, his vessel's a wreck, When he hears the last whistle, he'll jump upon deck ! Secur'd in his cabin, he's moor'd in his grave, Nor hears any more the loud roar of the wave ; Press'd by death, he is sent to the tender below, Where seaman and lubbers must every one go. Yet though worms, &c. With his frame a mere hulk, and his reckoning on board, At length he dropp'd down to Mortality's road; With Eternity's ocean before him in view, He cheerfully popt out, u My messmates adieu." For though worms, &c. THE SIEGE OF PLATTSBURGH. Tune. — Boyne Water, or Barbara Allen. The first of American Xegro Songs, written in the year 1S15, and sung for many seasons by Mr. Tatnall, of the old circus company. Backside Albany stan Lake Champlain, Little pond half full o' water, Plat-tes-burgh dare too stand close upon de Maine, Town small, but grow bigger too herearter. On Lake Champlain, Uncle Sam set he boat ; And Massa M'Donough he sail 'em, While Gen'ral Macomb Make Plat-tes-burgh he home, Wid de army whose courage never fail 'em. On 'lebenth day of Sep-tein-ber, In eighteen hund'ed and fourteen, Gubbener Probose, an he British sojer, Come to Plat-tes-burgh a tea-party courtin. An he boat come too Arter Uncle Sam boat ; Massa M'Donough do look sharp out de winder. Den Gen'ral Macomb (Ah ! he always a-home — ) Catch fire too jisa like a tinder. 14 210 SONGS OF THE SEA AND NAVY. Bang ! bang ! bang den de cannons gin to roar, In Plat-tes-burgh, and all 'bout dat quarter; Gubbener Probose try he hand 'pon de shore, While he boat take he luck 'pon de water. But Massa M'Donough Knock he boat in he head, Break he heart, broke he shin, 'tove he caff in, And Gen'ral Macomb Start ole Probose home, Tot me soul den, I must die a laffin. Probose scare so, he lef all behine, Powder, ball, cannon, tea-pot, an kittle; Some say he cotch a cole — trouble in he mine, Cause he eat so much raw and cole vittle. Uncle Sam berry sorry, To be sure, for he pain ; Wish he nuss heself up well an hearty, For Gen'ral Macomb And Massa M'Donough home, When he notion for anudder tea-party. THE SAILOB BOY'S DREAM. On the midnight ocean slumbering, A youthful sailor lies, While scenes of happy childhood In his dreaming soul arise. Still chiming, seems the Sabbath bell, As sweetly as of yore ; And once again he roams the fields, And sees his cottage door. In her arms his mother folds him, With affection's fond caress, His gentle, bright eyed sisters, too, In raptures round him press. His aged father meets him, And his young companions come, To welcome him once more to share The dear delights of home. To welcome. &c. SONGS OF THE SEA AND NAVY. 211 Hark ! what wild shriek dispels his dream ? "Whence comes that sound of woe ? With the storm loud thunders mingle, O'er the ship the billows flow. From his hammock starts the sailor, He rushes to the deck, The vessel's sails with lightning blaze ! She sinks a burning wreck. To a mast the winds have riven, The sailor madly clings, His fearful parting knell of death, The tempest loudly rings. All is dark and drear around, Not a star beams o'er the wave, As ocean-spirits bear him To the sailor's shroudless grave ! As ocean-spirits, &c. Oh, never at the cottage door, Shall he again be seen, Nor meet his playmates merrily, To sport upon the green. In vain for him the birds shall sing, The hawthorn deck the tree, For, slumb'ring on the sand he lies, Beneath the swelling sea. Oh, where are happy childhood's scenes ? Where now the passing bell ? The fields o'er which he used to stray '( The cot he loved so well ? Forever lost ! yet still he finds, A home of peace and joy, Where neither stormy wind nor wave, Can wreck the sailor boy. Where neither, &c. 212 SONGS OF THE SEA AND NAVY. HARRY BLUFF. When a boy Harry Bluff left his friends and his home And his dear native land o'er the ocean to roam ; Like a sapling he sprung, he was fair to the view, He was a true Yankee oak, boys, the older he grew. Tho' his body was weak and his hands they were soft, When the signal was given he the first went aloft, The veterans all cried, " He'll one day lead the van," For tho' rated a boy, he'd the soul of a man, And the heart of a true Yankee sailor. When to manhood promoted and burning for fame, Still in peace or in war, Harry Bluff was the same ; So true to his love, and in battle so brave, \ The myrtle and laurel entwin'd o'er His^rave. For his country he fell, when by victory crown'd, The flag, shot away, fell in tatters around, - v The foe thought he'd struck, but he sung out, ^j&vast !" And Columbia's colours he nailed to the mast, And he died like a true Yankee sailor. THE WHITE SQUALL. The sea was bright, and the bark rode well, The breeze bore the tone of the vesper bell; ; Twas a gallant bark, and a crew as brave , , As ever were launch'd on the heaving wave; She shone in the light of declining day, i And each sail was set, and each heart was gajw They neared the land wherein beauty smiles, The sunny shores of the Grecian Isles : All thought of home, of that welcome dear, Which soon should greet each wanderer's ear ; And in fancy joined the social throng, In the festive dance and joyous song. A white cloud glides through the azure sky, — What means that wild despairing cry ? Farewell the vision'd scenes of home ! — That cry is " Help !" where no help can come ; For the white squall rides on the surging wave, And the bark is gulph'd in an ocean grave. SONGS OF THE SEA AND NAVY. 213 GRIEVING'S A FOLLY. Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly, Though winds blew great guns, still he'd whistle and sing; For Jack lov'd his friend, and was true to his Molly, And if honor gives greatness, was great as a king. One night as we drove with two reefs in the main-sail, And the scud came on low'ring upon a lee shore, Jack went up aloft for to hand the top-ga'nt sail, A spray washed him off, and we ne'er saw him more : But grieving's a folly, — Come, let us be jolly, If we've troubles at sea, boys, we've pleasure ashore. Whiffling Tom, still of mischief or fun in the middle, Through life, in all weathers, at random would jog; He'd dance and he'd sing, and he'd play on the fiddle, And swig with an air his allowance of grog. Longside of a Don, in the Terrible frigate, As yard-arm and yard-arm we lay off" the shore, In and out Whiffling Tom did so caper and jig it, That his head'was shot off^ and we ne'er saw him more. * But grieving's a folly, &c. Bonny Ben was to each jolly messmate, a brother, " He was manly and honest, good natured and free; If ever one tar was more true than another, To his friend and his duty, that sailor was he. One day, with the davit, to weigh the kedge anchor, Ben went in the boat on a bold craggy shore, He overboard tipp'd, when a shark, and a spanker, Soon nipp'd him in two, and we ne'er saw him more. But grieving's a folly, &c. But what of it all, lads, shall we be down hearted Because that mayhap we now take our last sup, Life's cable must one day or other be parted, And death in safe moorings will bring us all up : But 'tis always the way on't; one scarce finds a brother Fond as pitch, honest, hearty, and true to the core, But by battle, or storm, or some damn'd thing or other, He's popp'd off the hooks, and we ne'er see him more But grieving's a folly, &c. 214 SONGS OP THE SEA AND NAVY. THE SEA! The sea, the sea, the open sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free, the ever, ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide region round, It plays with the clouds, it mocks the skies, Or like a cradled creature lies. I'm on the sea, I'm on the sea, I am where I would ever be, With the blue above, and the blue below, And silence wheresoe'er I go; If a storm should come, and awake the deep, What matter ? what matter ? I shall ride and sleep. I love, oh, how I love to ride ; On the fierce and foaming, bursting, billowy tide, When every mad wave drowns the moon, Or whistles aloud his tempest tune, And tells how goeth the world below, And why the south-west blast doth blow. I never was on the dull tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more,' And back I flew to her billowy breast, Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest; And a mother she was and is to me, For I was born, was born on the open sea. The waves were white, and red the morn, In the noisy hour, the hour, the noisy hour whe^i I was born The whale it whistled, the porpoise roll'd, And the dolphins bared their backs of gold, And never was heard such an outcry wild, As welcomed to life the ocean child. I have lived since then in calm :tnd strife, Eull fifty summers a rover's life, With wealth to spend and power to range, But never have sought or sighed for change; And death, whenever he comes to me, Shall come, shall come on the wide, unbounded sea ! SONGS OF TIIE SEA AND NAVY. 216 THE ANCHOR'S WEIGH'D. The tear fell gently from her eye, When last we parted on the shore; My bosom heav'd with many a sigh, To think I ne'er should see her more. "Dear youth," she cried, "and canst thou haste away? My heart will break, a little moment stay; Alas, I cannot, cannot part from thee I" "The anchor's weigh'd, farewell, remember me." u "Weep not, my love," I trembling said, "Doubt not a constant heart like mine, I ne'er shall meet another maid, Whose charms can fix my heart like thine " "Go, then," she cried, "but let thy constant mind Oft think of her, you leave in tears behind !" "Dear maid, this last embrace my pledge shall be, The anchor's weigh'd, farewell, remember me!" A WET SHEET AND A FLOWING SEA. A wet sheet ! and a flowing sea, And a wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While like an eagle free, Away, our good ship flies, and leaves Columbia on her lea. Oh, give me a wet sheet, a flowing sea, And a wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallaot mast. For a soft and gentle wind, I heard a fair one cry. But give to me tlie roaring breeze, And white waves heaving high; And white waves heaving high, my boys! The good ship tight and free; The world of waters is our home, And merry men are we. Oh, give me, &c. 216 SONGS OF THE SEA AND NAVY. There's tempest in yon horned moon, And lightning in yon cloud, And hark the music, mariners, The wind is piping loud ; The wind is piping loud, my boys, The lightning flashes free ; While the hollow oak our palace is, Our heritage the sea ! Oh, give me, &c. A HEALTH TO THE OUTWARD BOUND. Fill ! fill the sparkling brimmer, Fill, for the moments fly, The stars' weary light grows dimmer, And the moon fades away from the sky. Fill, for the signal flag is up, And the wind is veering round ; In haste let us pledge our parting cup, To the health of the outward bound. In haste let us pledge our parting cup, To the health of the outward bound. Fill high ! this hour to-morrow, Nor toast nor jest shall be, But a few shall meet in sorrow, While the many plough the sea. Then, while we're all together, Give the toast ! let it circle round : Full sails and prosperous weather, And a health to the outward bound. Full sails and prosperous weather And a health to the outward bound. Let no adieu be spoken, To weep is a woman's part, Nor give we a farewell token, But a health from our inmost heart, And oft when the wind blows free, And the waves below resound, Sing in gladsome melody, A health to the outward bound. Full sails, &c. 60NGS OF THE SEA AND NAVY. 217 THE LIGHT BARQUE. Off ! said the stranger; off, off, and away, And away flew the light barque o'er the silv'ry bay. We must reach, ere to-morrow, the far distant wave, The billows we'll laugh at, the tempest we'll brave. The young roving lovers, their, vows have been given, Unsmil'd o'er by mortals, but hallow'd in heaven ; She was Italy's daughter, I knew by her eye, It wore the bright beam that illumines the sky. Off ! said the stranger, &c. And she has forsaken her palace and halls, For the chill breeze and the light which falls O'er the pure wave, from the heavens above, And their guiding star was the bright star of love. Off ! said the stranger, &c. LARBOARD WATCH. Music published by Ditson, 227 Washington St., Boston. At dreary midnight's cheerless hour, Deserted e'en by Cynthia's beam, When tempests beat and torrents pour, And twinkling stars no longer gleam; The wearied sailor spent with toil Clings firmly to the weather shrouds } And still the lengthened hour to guile, And still the lengthen'd hour to guile, Sings as he views the gath'ring clouds, Sings as he views the gath'ring clouds, Larboard Watch Ahoy ! Larboard Watch Ahoy ! But who can speak the joy he feels, While o'er the foam his vessel reels, And his tir'd eye-lids slumb'ring fall He rouses at the welcome call Of Larboard Watch Ahoy ! Larboard Watch ! Larboard Watch ! Larboard Watch Ahoy ! 218 SONGS OF THE SEA AND NAVY. With anxious care lie eyes each wave, That swelling threatens to o'erwhelm, And his storm beaten barque to save, Directs with skill the faithful helm. With joy he drinks the cheering grog, 'Mid storms that bellow loud and hoarse, With joy he heaves the reeling log, And marks the lee-way and the course Marks the lee-way and the course, Larboard Watch Ahoy ! Larboard Watch Ahoy ! But who can speak the joys he feels, &c. A LIFE ON THE OCEAN WAVE. A life on the ocean wave ! A home on the rolling deep ! Where the scattered waters rave, And the winds their revels keep. Like an eagle caged I pine, On this dull, unchanging shore, Oh ! give me the flashing brine, * The spray and the tempest's roar. Once more on the deck I stand, Of my own swift gliding craft; Set sail; farewell to the land, The gale follows far abaft. We shoot through the sparkling foam, Like an ocean bird set free, Like the ocean bird our home We'll find far out on the sea. The land is no longer in view, The clouds have begun to frown, But with a stout vessel and crew, We'll say let the storm come down. And the song of our hearts shall be, While the wind and the waters rave, A life on the heaving sea, A home on the bounding wave. SONGS OF THE SEA AND NAVY. 219 LAND HO! FrLL high the brimmer ! the land is in sight, We'll be happy, if never again, boys, to-night; The cold cheerless ocean in safety we've past, And the warm genial earth glads our vision at last : In the land of the stranger true hearts we shall find, To soothe us in absence of those left behind. Then fill high the brimmer ! the land is in sight, We'll be happy, if never again, boys, to-night. Fill high the brimmer ! till morn we'll remain, Then part in the hope to meet one day again, Round the hearth-stone of home, in the land of our birth The holiest spot on the face of the earth ! Dear country, our thoughts are more constant to thee, Than the steel to the star, or the stream to the sea. Then fill high the brimmer ! the land is in sight, We'll be happy, if never again, boys, to-night. Fill high the brimmer ! the wine sparkles rise, Like tears from the fountain of joy, to the eyes; May rain-drops that fall from the storm-clouds of care, Melt away in the sun-beaming smiles of the fair. Drink deep to the chimes of the nautical bells, To woman, God bless her, wherever she dwells ! Then fill high the brimmer! the land is in sight, We'll be happy, if never again, boys, to-night. FAR O'ER THE DEEP BLUE SEA. The moon is beaming brightly, love, Upon the deep blue sea j A trusty crew is waiting near, For thee, dear girl, for thee : Then leave thy downy couch, my love, And with thy sailor flee, His gallant bark shall bear thee safe, Far o'er the deep blue Far o'er the deep blue sea ; Far o'er the deep, the deep, the deep blue sea. The storm-bird sleeps upon the rocks, No angry surges roar; No sound disturbs the tranquil deep. Npl ' oar : 220 SONGS OP THE SEA AND NAVY. No watchful eye is on thee now, Come, dearest, hie with me, And cheer a daring sailor's love, Far o'er the deep blue sea. Far o'er, &c. She comes, she comes, with trembling steps, Oh ! happy shall we be, When landed safe on other shores, From every danger free ; Now speed ye on, my gallant bark, Our hopes are all in thee, Swift, bear us to our peaceful home, Far o'er the deep blue sea. Far o'er, &c. THE PILOT. " Oh, pilot ! 'tis a fearful night, There's danger on the deep, I'll come and pace the deck with thee, I do not dare to sleep." " G-o down !" the sailor cried, " go down, This is no place for thee ; Fear not ! but trust in Providence, Wherever thou mayst be." "Ah! pilot, dangers often met We all are apt to slight, And thou hast known these raging waves, ' But to subdue their might." " It is not apathy," he cried, u That gives this strength to me : Fear not ! but trust in Providence, Wherever thou mayst be. " On such a night the sea engulf 'd My father's lifeless form ; My only brother's boat went down In just so wild a storm ; And such, perhaps, may be my fate, — But still I say to thee, Fear not ! but trust in Providence, Wherever thou mayst be." SONGS OF THE SEA AND NAVY. 221 THE YANKEE MIDSHIPMAN. I'M here or there a jolly dog, At land or sea I'm all agog To fight, or kiss, or touch the grog, For I'm a jovial midshipman, A smart, young midshipman, A little, airy midshipman : To fight, or kiss, or touch the grog, Oh, I'm a jovial midshipman. My honor's free from stain or speck, The foremast men are at my beck, With pride I walk the quarter deck, For I'm a smart, young midshipman, &c. I mix the pudding for our mess, In uniform then neatly dress, The captain asks, no need to press, " Come dine with me, young midshipman," &c. AY hen gallant Perry comes on board, By all Columbia's sons adored, From him I sometimes pass the word, Though I'm an humble midshipman, &c. THE TEMPEST. Wl were crowded iu the cabin, Not a soul would dare to sleep, It was midnight on the waters, And the storm was o'er the deep; 'Tis a fearful thing in winter To be shattered by the blast, And to hear the trumpet thunder, " Cut away the mast !" * We shuddered there in silence, For the stoutest held his breath, While the hungry sea was roaring, And the breakers talked with death; Sad thus we sat in silence, All busy with our prayers, "We're lost!" the captain shouted, As he staggered down the stairs. SONGS OF THE SEA AND NAVY. But his little daughter whispered, As she took the icy hand, " Is not God upon the waters, Just the same as on the land ?" Then we kissed the little maiden, And we spake of better cheer, As we anchored safe in harbor, When the sun was shining clear. Chorus — And a shout rose loud and joyous, As we grasped the friendly hand, God is upon the waters, Just the same as on the land. ROW, ROW. Row ! row ! homeward we steer Twilight falls o'er us, Hark ! hark ! music is near, Friends glide before us. Song lightens our labor, Sing as onward we go ; Keep each with his neighbor Time as we flow. Chorus — Row ! row ! homeward we go, Twilight falls o'er us. Row ! row ! sing as we flow, Day flies before us. Row ! row ! sing as we go, Nature rejoices ; Hark ! how the hills as we flow Echo our voices ; Still o'er the dark waters Far away we must roam, Ere Italy's daughters Welcome us home. Row, row, &c. Row ! row ! see in the west Lights dimly burning, Friends in yon harbor of rest Wait our returning; BONGS OF THE SEA AND NAVY 223 See now they burn clearer, — Keep time with the o:ir ; Now, now we are nearer That happy shore. Row, row, etc. Home, home, daylight is o'er, Friends stand before us ; Yet ere our boat touch the shore Once more the chorus : Row, row, &c. GUNPOWDER TEA. Tune—" Molly pat the kettle on.' Johnny Bull, and many more, Soon, they say, are coming o'er — As soon as e'er they reach our shore, They must have their tea. So go and put the kettle on, Be sure to blow the bellows strong; Load our cannon, every one, With strong gunpowder tea. They'll get it strong, they need not dread, Sweetened well with sugar of lead; Perhaps it may get in their head, And spoil their taste for tea. So go, &c. But should they set a foot on shore, Their cups we'd fill them o'er and o'er, Such as John Bull drank here before — Nice Saratoga tea. So go, &c. Then let them come as soon's they can; They'll find us at our posts, each man; Their hides we will completely tan, Before they get their tea. So go, &c. COMIC SONGS. THE TIMES AND FASHIONS OF I860. "Written expressly for this work. Tune — Bow, wow, wow. On earth's affairs, and fashion's airs, Pray listen while I sing now, For ev'ry day some new display, Or incident does bring now. We've new inventions, State contentions, From one earth's end to the other, And ev'ry year brings wonders near, More wonderful than to'ther. Bow, wow, wow, wonders increase, And ne'er will cease to bow, wow, wow. In Europe we have States contending, Every day and hour — With armies, fleets, and arms to hold The balance of earth's power. Each tries to terrify the rest, By threats, and schemes, and tricks, now; And the more they try each strategy, The more they're in in a fix now. Bow, wow, wow, &c. (224) COMIC SONGS. 225 They've guns that shoot above ten miles, And hit a dozen marks, now, Steam batteries with rows of guns, Like teeth within a shark, now. Machines that reap a field at once, Or mow the largest meadow, And sometimes too — if folks say true Mow off the mower's heads, now. Bow, wow, wow, &c. We've telegraphs that span the earth, And travel under water, And news before it happens, now, Is heard in ev'ry quarter. We've ships about a mile in length, To navigate the seas, now, Whole nations can live on a ship, And travel where thev please, now. Bow, wow. wow, &c. We've show bills about each Stretched out some hundred feet, now, With the name of some new play or show \ Reaching from street to street, now. Newspaper advertisements too, To strike all people's eyes meant, And oft the only news we read, Is some shop's advertisement. Bow, wow, wow, &c. We've patent stoves that heat themselves, Without the use of fuel, They all do their own cooking, too, From a roast goose to a gruel. We've famed machines for sowing grain, Machines for sewing breeches, And if the world ain't well sewed up, It's not for want of stitches. Bow, wow, wow, &c. We've patent levers strong enough, To pull earth upside down, sir, Steam fire-engines, that fire up, To put a fire dozen, sir. u 226 COMIC SONGS. We've patent wigs, for worn old prigs, (imitating old men,) To give youth to each feature, And ladies with their patting hearts, Are PATENT RIGHTS from NATURE. Bow, wow, wow, &c. PART II. We've patent rail cars in our streets, To save the people's heels, now, They jingle up and round about, Like parlors upon wheels, now; We've patent pills to cure life's ills, Folks now don't die, till their death, now, We've patent tubes to help sick people Draw in their last breath, now. Bow, wow, wow, &c. Our natty gents wear half Scotch caps, And pants like zebra's stripe, now, Gold dollars in their shirt bosoms, And two yards of " white wipes," now, With a Raglan coat, like shirts on poles, And Shanghai shawls or cloaks, sir, And neck ties like a dog's collar, now, Squeezed round a paper choker. Bow, wow, wow, &c. With hair short as a scrubbing brush, And long tufts on the throat, now, They seem to wear the under jaw Of some dead Billy Goat, now. With spread eagle mustachios — A brass cable in their fobs, now, And hats like churns turn'd upside down, Oh, don't they come the snob, now ? Bow, wow, wow, &c. Our ladies, misses, wives, and maids, What shall we say of them, now ? High heel'd shoes tight — their toes to bite, They scarcely can cry hem, now. COMIC SONGS. 227 Umbrella flats, clam shell shaped hats, Hoop skirts to scare the moon, sirs, They look like monster fairies, sirs, Just landed in balloons, now, But let them all wear what they please, They'll please with what they wear, sirs. And the gents will still stand close by them, As all creation's Fair, sirs. Bow, wow, wow. Silas S. Steele. BARNEY, LET THE GALS ALONE. THE GREAT JACK BARNES' CELEBRATED CHARACTER SONG, WITH ADDITIONS. Tune— Polly, Put the Kettle on. Oh ! Judy leads me such a life, Oh ! Judy leads me such a life, The old boy ne'er had such a wife, What can the matter be ? For if I sings the funny song, Of " Polly, put the kettle on," A pretty kettle offish I'm in, The moment she hears me. Spoken — Yes, she leads me the deuce of a life, that's the truth on't — she never goes to church, but what she makes me walk behind her with her parasol, smelling bottle, and hymn book, and if I happen to cast a duck's eye at the girls as they pass by, she's sure to yell out — Barney, let the girls alone, You Barney, let the girls alone, Why don't you let the girls alone, And let 'cm quiet be ? Put the muffins down to roast, Put the muffins down to ro Blow the fire and make the toast, And we'll have some tea. Ah ! Barney, you're a wicked boy, Ah ! Barney, you're a wicked boy, And you will always kiss and toy, With all the girls you see. 228 COMIC SONGS. Spoken — But if you don't want your hair pulled out by the roots, your head pulled off your shoulders, and your shoulders pulled off your body, why sing, Chorus — Barney, let the girls alone, Oh, Barney, let the girls alone. Barney rock the cradle, ! Barney rock the cradle, O ! Or else you'll get the ladle, !, When Judy harps to-day. Spoken — Barney, rock that cradle, or I'll break your pate with the ladle; yes, you dog, if you don't mind your P's and Q's, I'll comb your head with a three-legged stool. You see, the other afternoon I was ax'd out to take a comfortable dish of four shilling shouchong tea, and I sat alongside of Miss Polly Spriggins ; I saw she got quite smitten with my counte- nance — says she to me, Mr. Barney, will you have a game of hunt the slipper ? With all my heart, says I. Then my wife bawled out, from the other end of the parlour, Mr. Barney, leave the girls alone, Mr. Barney, leave the girls alone, Why don't you leave the girls alone, And let them quiet be ? Judy she loves whiskey, ! Judy she loves whiskey, ! She goes to uncle's shop at night, And spends an hour or two ; Then, Barney, what must Barney do, But take a drop of whiskey, too, And toast the girl that's kind and true For that's the way with me ? Spoken — Yes, that is the way we go, to be sure, and to say the truth on it, it is none of the pleasantest. You see I loves a good dinner, but somehow or other we don't get much in the week days, a pig's foot and a carrot, no great choice; but on Sunday we always have a shoulder of mutton stuck round witli turnips. I like a piece of the brown, but my wife, she always tucks me off with the knuckle bone, or the shoulder blade, or a piece of the dry flap, to the tune of Mr. Barney leave the girls alone ! (repeat) Why don't you leave the girls alone, And let them quiet be ? COMIC SONGS. 229 SONG OF THE TURF, OR THE RACE COURSE. To the course now my dear boys, if for sport you are bent, The match soon comes off, and the morn's far spent; ])elays a dull Trotter, whom Time the fleet steed, Will beat Flora Temple or Lantern in speed. To the course then away, go it which ground you please, The Suffolk, the Union, South End Park, or Point Breeze; We're off for the sport boys, no matter who pairs, If we match with good fellows and distance our cares. Spoken. — Now we're off, and in for an afternoon's exhilara- tory merriment? Crack go the whips, and crack go the vehicles. Look what a human race, and even a woman race, to get first to the race ground. Wheels, heads, and heels, go shimbang together. Look out there, Mister, can't you keep to the right? Yes sir-ee, over the left. {A woman's voice.') Why goodness gracious, if yonder ain't — yes it is my husband, who promised to take me to a pic nic this afternoon, and now lie's off to the races to ; but he shan't go, I'll drag him back, neck, heels, and coach wheels. Now, my dear wife, do go along. No I won't, sir. You must come along, («(Z lib. imitation of a squabble,) I say I will. The gray mare seems to be the better horse. There, woman, help, gentleman ! Haven't you madam ? Where on earth are you all going ? We're off for the sport no matter who pairs, So we match with good fellows and distance our cares; At the course now we land, all by fits and by starts, Which groan 'neath the weight of gigs, coaches, and carts. See in strife for the view now all parties agog, ; Till in dust all are hidden like ships in a fog, One shouts for Tacony, another Black Hawk, Nicodemus the Hero, or Daniel so fair, While others crow out for Jack Rossiter's mare. Spoken. — Now comes the lug and tug of war, confusion of tongues, and the straining of lungs. I say, Mister, can't you give me a place on your buss? No sir, got nineteen more than it will hold inside, and about as many on the wheels. Take 230 COMIC SONGS. your foot off of my boots will you. You take your foot off the ground then, a feller must have a footing somewhere. {A woman's voice.) Oh, murder, my hoops are getting all squashed, (in a Yankee voice,) I reckon as lieow you're a tarnal squash to wear 'em. Here, Police, take this feller's hand out of my pocket. Beg pardon sir, but we're so jammed up, I thought it was my own, but I pocket the insult. Look, hurrah ! there they come up to the starting post, 500 on Flora. I'm with you ten to five on the Princess, neck or nothing, for We're in for the sport no matter who pairs, &c. At the post now arrived, clear the way, pants each heart, Hark, there goes the signal, and off they now start; See Flora's ahead, now the betting runs high, While the shouts ring the course, as the coursers pass by, Now on they still fly with the speed of the wind, One steed like an eagle leaves t'other behind, Still along see them spring till the close of the heat, Huzza, they rein in, and old Time's fairly beat. Spoken. — Neck and neck, r they go it tail and tail, Snorting like locomotives on the rail, See Flora comes out like a Telegraph, Two minutes, twenty-three seconds and a half. Hurrah for the stakes. Let those laugh who win, for We're off for the sport no matter who pairs, So we match with good fellows and distance our cares. TRUST TO LUCK. Trust to luck, trust to luck, and stare fate in the face, Sure the heart must be aisy if its in the right place; Let the world wag away, and your friends turn foes — When your pockets are dry, and thread-bare are your clothes; Should woman deceive you, when you trusted her heart, Ne'er a sigh will relieve you, but adds to the smart. Trust to luck, trust to luck, stare shame in the face, Sure the heart must be aisy, if its in the right place. COMIC SONGS. 2S1 Trust to luck, trust to luck, and you'll never forget, Bright morning will follow the darkest night yet; the wealthy look grand, and the proud pass you by, With the back of their fist and disdain iu their eye; Snap your fingers and smile, let them pass ou their way, But remember the while every dog has his day. Trust to luck, &c. George Jamisox. TRUST TO PLUCK. A PARODY ON "TRUST TO LUCK." Sung with great applause by Bishop Buckley. Trust to pluck, trust to pluck, when you're in a tight place, And the head nice and greasy will reach the right place, Vrhen you're " hard up," and dry, and your friends thumb their nose, "When you hain't got a reel, and there's holes in your toes. Should the barber who shaved you point to the old score, Should the landlonWho trusted you show you the door, Trust to pluck, trust to pluck, when you're in a tight place, And your head slick and greasy will reach the right place. Trust to pluck, trust to pluck, when you're neck deep in debt, And the chums will fly from you when they see you're " dead set," Let the lucky pass by you, and cut you shanghai, With a portmonkey filled and a le^r in the eye, Tuck the crown of your hat, toss your head up and sing, And cry out that the bullfrog has never a wing. Trust to pluck, &c. HAVE YOU SEEN MY SISTER? Say, my lovely friends, have you any pity, At your finger ends ? then listen to ray ditty; Our Kate has gone away, last Thursday night we missed her, Good people do not smile, — say, have you seen my sister ? If you have her seen, I hope you will advise her, To return to me, or I must advertise her; Her waist is very thick, her stays give her a twister, Now tell me, b'hoys and g'hals, have you seen my sister? 232 COMIC SONGS She squints with both her eyes, in a manner very shocking, She's got a mouth for pies, and wears no shoes or stockings; I'm afraid she's gone astray, and some chap did enlist her, I'm afraid she's gone astray ; say, have you seen my sister? She wants her two front teeth, you'd see it when she'd titter, She's got such little feet, Columbia's shoes won't fit her; She wears no cap at all, but a great big muslin whister, Now tell me once for all, have you seen my sister ? Her figure's straight and tall, her conduct's very proper, She's well provided for, she's eighteen pence in copper, Now if you have her seen, I'm sure you could not have miss'd her, For she's very much like me ; now, have you seen my sister ? Her mouth is very small, her nose is straight and natty, I tell you once for all, this girl is very pretty ; Now I'll sing you another song, and it shall be a twister, If you will go with me, and help me find my sister. SILENT SAM; OR I NEVER SAYS NOTHING TO NOBODY. What a shocking world this is for scandal, The people grow worse ev'ry day; Every thing serves for a handle, To take people's good names away. In backbiting and railing, each labors, A low fault of others to show body ; I could tell such a tale of my neighbors, But I never says nothing to nobody. Tol de rol dol di da. 'Tis a snug house in which we reside, The people who live in the next door, . Are bother'd completely with pride, Such as I never saw before. Outside of doors they don't roam, A large sum of money they owe body ; People call, but don't find them at home, But I never says nothing to nobody. Tol de rol dol di da. COMIC SONGS. 233 There's the baker who lives in great style, Whose wife is a deuce of a fright, Of new dresses she has a great pile, And they sleep out of town ev'ry night. Country cottage complete in a state, Determined not to be a low body; He's been pull'd up three times for short weight, But I never says nothing to nobody. Tol de rol dol di da. There's the butcher so greasy and fat, When out he does nothing but boast; He struts as he cocks on his hat, As if he supreme rules the roast. Talks of himself and his riches, Consequence, always a show body; His ugly old wife wears the breeches, But I never says nothing to nobody. Tol de rol dol di da. There's the methodist priest of great fame, Who I see very often go by, His bosom is filled with love's flame, And he visits a girl on the sly. All this now I daily do see, Of course he is but a so-so body, But as it is nothing to me, Why I never says nothing to nobody. Tol de rol dol di da. There's the new married couple so happy, % They seem quite the essence of love ; lie calls her before ev'ry sappy, My ducky, my darling, my dove. At home there is nothing but strife, Fights and quarrels enough to o'erflow body, In fact quite a cat-and-dog life, But I never says nothing to nobody. Tol de rol dol di da. 234 COMIC SONGS Oh, I could tell such a tale of my neighbors, All around me, both great and small, That really without any failure, I'd greatly astonish you all. But here my short ditty ends, I don't wish to hurt high or low body, And I wish to keep in with iny friends, So I neyer says nothing to nobody. Tol de rol dol di da. GAWKEY SHANKS AND MOLLY MUMPS, OR A GHOST WITH HIS HEAD IN HIS HAND. A New Comic Apparition. Tune — " Giles Scroggins." Poor Gawkey Shanks was born and bred, Ri tol de riddle lol de da. He fell in love ears over head, Pa tol. With Molly Mumps the sweetest inaicf, And such coquettish tricks she played, That down to his heel he went out of his head. Spoken. — With a staring, swearing, hair-tearing, and de spairing sort of a (Imitating crazy) Ri tol de riddle lol de da Moll with another youth went to church, With a ri tol de riddle. And left poor Gawkey in the lurch, With a ri tol. He for a soldier straightway went, On blood and slaughter fully bent All for to warm " the winter of his discontent," With red hot shot, bombshell pots. Pi tol de riddle lol de da. When to the battle he did go, With right — fight — de riddle. The balls flew thick and thinn'd ranks so, Ri tol. Brave Gawkey fought with might and main, But being slewed he soon got slain. Por a bullet whipped his head off clean, With a whizzing and bizzing sort of Ri tol de riddle lol de da. COMIC SONGS. 235 One night when dreadful storms did roar, With a ri tol ile riddle Jul de da. As Moll beside her spouse did snore, With (imitating snore) a ri tol dc riddle. A horse power groan assailed her i When starting with raised hair and ears, A spectre by her side appears, With a terrible blueful sort of Ri tol de riddle lol de da. 'Twas Gawkey stood beside her bed, With ri tol. And in his hand he held his head, Ri tol. Behold ! he cried, thou wicked one, See what thy par-jw-ry has done, You're broke my heart, an' my head's undone, With a decapitated and divided sort of Hi tol de riddle lol de da. Now Gawkey kotched her by the hair, With a ri tol de riddle. She screamed dismay — he grinned despair, With a loud fol de diddle lol de da. He was dragging her off by the hair, But it was a wig that she did wear, And down he tumbled stair by stair, And broke his spine by the great incline, And he gave up the ghost with an expiring sort of Ri tol de riddle lol de da. DON'T BE ADDICTED TO DRINKING. As early one morning down Main street I walked, The sky being shady and clouded, When all of a sudden my senses were shocked, Just to see how the rum-shops were crowded. The folks ran out and in, as if running a race, And they poured down the liquor like winking; A glass now and then, is very well iu its place, But don't be addicted to drinking. 236 COMIC SONGS. Now these cold frosty mornings when raising your head, From your pillow you'll find it quite handy, To knock off, as soon as you turn out of bed, A thumping good bumper of brandy. A tumbler of rum in a basin of tea, Is a very good thing to my thinking, Yet a pint of good liquor would better agree, But don't be addicted to drinking. A glass at eleven, I've heard some folks say, Is a very good thing, so it is, miss, But a man shouldn't drink every hour in the day, Becase it unfits him for business. Then about one o'clock, when your dinner you get, Your spirits at that time are most sinking, Take two or three glasses by way of a whet, But don't be addicted to drinking. Enjoying a segar after dinner you get, Perhaps for an hour and a quarter, Nothing will give such a relish to it, As a tumbler of brandy and water; Then perhaps you'll feel inclined for a doze, You can scarce keep your eyelids from winking, Take three or four glasses your mind to compose, But don't be addicted to drinking. To think about business as soon as you wake, Of course you will think it will be time, Then four or five glasses more at least you must take, If you wish to be sober by tea-time. Then spending your evening at Liberty's Arms, Of your pretty fair maid you keep thinking, While in hot gin and water you're toasting her charms, Mind you don't get addicted to drinking. Now a bumper at parting you cannot do less It will just keep you from yawning, But believe me, dear friends, if you drink to excess, You will have a devilish headache in the morning. Now such, my dear friends, is my own spber plan, And I hope you are my way of thinking, For I've just joined the temperance society, and am By no means addicted to drinking. COMIC SONGS. 287 THE UNLUCKY FELLOW. If there is any one here what's got a desire To wed with a grumbling wife, He had better by far poke his head into the fire And at once put an end to his life. When I courted my love, I thought her a dove, But when married I wished myself dead, For, in less than a week she got tired of love, And she tore all the hair off my head. Oh, crackey, oh, dear, My heart is so full that I'm ready to cry, Oh, dear what a poor unlucky fellow am I. The very first mishap filled my eyes full of tears, She brought me home children two, Says she, you must father these two little dears, But says I, I'll be blowed if I do. Then she said with a sneer, how dare I presume To think of my case being hard, She knocked me down three pair of stairs with a broom, Then bolted me out in the yard. Oh, crackey, oh, dear, A man who's by sorrows thus trundled about, Is worse than a hog with a ring in his snout. But much worse than this was the rest if you'll mark, I thought I should really go wild, I trod on our little cat's tail in the dark, She moulrowed and woke the young child. Then she up with her fist, she put me in a fright, She swore she would make me rue it, She made me go sleep in the cupboard all night, Though I said I didn't go for to do it. Oh, crackey, oh, dear, A man that is married must weep and bewail, Like a dog with a tin kettle tied to his tail. It was one Monday morning, I swear it is true, I met with a shocking bad loss, She told me to buy some meat for a stew, Says T, I will, love, don't be cross. COMIC SONGS. But what mishaps in this world we oft find! Before I could get it home to her, A large Newfoundland dog came up smelling behind, And he stole all the meat off the skewer. Oh, crackey, oh, dear, A man that is married, his pleasures are small, Just like a poor dog what ain't got no tail at all. THE NICE YOUNG MAN. There was a nice young man, his name was Brown, He wore a short frock coat, The hair on his temples was plastered down, And his collar on the side of his throat. Oh, his hands they were white, his pants they were tight, And his hair was the color of tan; The ladies all said, whether widow, wife, or maid, That he was such a Nice Young Man ! Hi tol, &c. This young man Brown spoke soft and low, And was civil to every body; The temperance pledge with him was all the go, For he never drank a glass of toddy. At the name of a p'ay he would run right away, For the playhouse was the devil's frying pan ; He read nothing but tracts, and he stuck to them like wax, For he was such a Nice Young Man ! Hi tol, &c. Three times on Sunday, and once on Sunday night, He went to church quite regular; He was so polite that he didn't fall asleep quite, But sang hymns with a fat dowager. Oh, he turned up his eyes like a duck when he dies, Blowed his nose when the sermon began, When the parson had done, to shake hands with him he'd run, And the parson said he was a Nice Young Man ! Fvi tol, &c. To a christening party Brown invited himself, And offered for to stand ?od-pappy, There was none so frisk as he, when he handed round the tea, He made them all so jovial and so happy. COMIC SONGS. 239 Oh, he talked to the pappy, and he kissed the little baby; Oh, the mother admired his plan, How beautiful he talks ! But where's all my silver forks? They were in the pocket of the Nice Young Man! Ri to], &o. They took him off to the police office, And the first thing his worship said, Was M We've been looking for you, for a year or two, And I'm glad you have been discovered !" In spite of his good looks, he was upon their bad books, They sent him off in the police black van, They didn't stretch his wizen, but for two years in prison, They locked up the Nice Young Man I Hi tol, kc. ENCORE VERSES. Brown served out his time and came out prime, And looked much nicer than ever ; He just changed his name to play the same game, And alter the scene of his endeavor. Oh, he twaddled out of town before he settled down, And followed the self-same plan ; He looked wise and demure, as stiff as any skewer, And they all said he was a Nice Young Man I Ri tol, &c. He found a gold watch in his landlord's room, And he took it right away; For fear some one to steal it should presume, The landlord would be in a bad way. The landlord discharged his maid and his clerk, Thinking them in the stealing plan ; If you'd suspected Brown, he would have knocked you down, For suspecting such a Nice Young Man ! Hi tol, &c. In the course of his sinning, he grew very short of linen, He man Irop into a dry good dealer's skirts, In preaching of Parson Sacks over a bundle of tracts; He made shift to steal a dozen pf shirts! In spite of his looks, the shopman noticed his Jloo7cs, And straight for the police officer ran, First of all they knocked down, then they took up Mr. Brown, Aud transported this Nice Young Man ! 240 COMIC SONGS. MORAL. Now ladies all, both little and tall, Pray listen to what I have been describing; This history so true that I dedicates to you, And a warning I hope you'll imbibe in; "When a husband you select, of course we expect, That you'll pick out the best you can, But nothing can be worse, than that hollow-hearted curse A smooth-faced, sneaking Nice Young Man ! MY GRANDFATHER WAS A WONDERFUL MAN. My grandfather was a most wonderful man, He could do and invent, could propose and could plan. When he was at school, a boy very small, At reading and writing, why he beat them all ; He could dance, he could sing, he could poetry write, He could wrestle and box, he could run, he could fight. — {Spoken — Well he could fight ! he once knocked a man so deep into a snow bank, that when his friends dug him out, he was bankrupt. Oh ! he was a wonderful man, he knew every- thing — he knew Jawology, Tautology, Conchology, Etymology, Physiology, Noseology, Mineralogy, Phrenology, and all the rest of the ologys. He was the boy for a song too : he once wrote a song of a hundred and ninety-nine verses and sung it himself; he did ! it took him three hours and three quarters to sing it, because the first verse was always repeated. He was a wonderful smart man — but notwithstanding all that, he couldn't fool old Death : Oh, no, old bones and scythe come along one day, and cut the old man down very suddenly. What a pity ) What a pity it is this life's but a span, For my grandfather was a most wonderful man. He sailed 'round the world without going wrong, He killed a large crocodile twenty feet long, He caught a large whale and brought him ashore, He tamed fifteen lions and killed a wild boar, He could change brass to copper, get diamonds from coal, He fried at the Indies, and froze at the pole. {Spoken — Well he did ! He once sailed 'round the north pole, saw the pole, went up to the pole, climb'd up the pole, COMIO SONGS. 241 look'd into the pole, cut the pole off, and brought it home with him ; used it for a fish pole for many years — finally stuck it up for a Liberty pole ; and I dare say it stands to this very day. Oh ! he was a wonderful man. Why, he once upon one of his voyages, sailed right against the Equinoctial line, broke it in two, caught both ends, brought them home, used it for a fish line for a great while. My grandmother was a wonderful icoman, too, she was a washerwoman — she had no place to dry her clothes, so my grandfather stretched the other half of the Equinoctial line 'round the garden fence, and she used to dry her clothes on the Equator. ! he was a wonderful man for inventions, what a pity he died ) What a pity it is this life's, &c. He sailed to each part of Japan and Peru, Could tell if a wife to her husband was true, He swam the Nile over without any clothes, Watch papers and miniatures cut with his toes, He could make anything that once he had seen, From a microscope up to a sausage machine. {Spoken — Well he could ! And he could make sausages too; he once speculated in sausages ; but he lost in one grand speculation ; he got to making them of bull terriers, and grey- hounds, they got fighting, and tore the sausages all to pieces ; but then he tried another experiment — he made some of grey- hound alone, but there came along a little boy one day, whist- ling Yankee Doodle, and whistled the meat all out and left nothing but the skins lying on the stall; however, he lost no- thing by the operation, for he blew up the skins and made life preservers and bustles of them. Oh ! he was a wonder- ful man, and had he not died, he would have lived a great while ) What a pity it is this life's but a span, For my grandfather was a most wonderful man. My grandfather was a most wonderful man. 16 COMIC SONGS. THE QUILTING. 'TWAS down at Major Parsons' house, The gals they had a quiitm' Just for tu show their handsome looi3 And have a little jiltiu' ! Clwrus — Yankee lasses are the U- 'niversal airth bewitchin', They're good and true, and handsome tu In parlor and in kitchen. There was Deacon Jones's darter Sal, Squire Wheeler's darter Mary, And General Carter's youngest gal, That looks just like a fairy ! Yankee lasses are the U, &c. There was Lucy White and Martha Brown And Parsons' darter Betty, Jemima Pinkhorn, Prudence Short, And Major Downing's Hetty. Yankee lasses are the U, &c. But if there was a handsome gal, To make a fellow's heart right, I guess it was by all accounts, Miss Carolina Cartwright. Yankee lasses are the U, &c. Wal, while we were a whirlin' plate, And playin' hunt the slipper, Jerusha Parsons went to git Some cider in a dipper. Yankee lasses are the U, &c. But just as she had left the room, And got iflte> the entry, She gave a scream, and stood stock still Just like a frozen sentry. Yankee lasses are the U, &c. We all ran out, and there. I swow, Both hugein' like creation, Miss Cartwright and Satn Jones we saw A kissin' like tarnation. Yankee lasses are the U, &c COMIC SONGS. 243 Oh, such a laugh as we sot up, You never heerd a finer, Savs T, l - 1 reokin kissin's cheap, Don't yon Miss Carolina ?" Yankee lasses are the U, &c. I wish you'd saw Miss Cartwright blush, Just like as if she'd painted, She said — she had the cholic — and — And in Samuel's arms had fainted. Yankee lasses are the U, &c. And now, young gals, I'd say tu you, When you go to a frolic, Don't let your fellers kiss and hug, Unless — you have the headache. Yankee lasses are the U, &c. MY GRANDMOTHER WAS A MOST WONDERFUL DAME. You've heard of my grandfather's wonderful skill, Who such marvelous deeds could perform at his will, But Lord bless your soul ! they're not worthy to name, Compared with the feats of my worthy granddame ; Oh, sure such a woman can no where be found, If you travel a century, and search the world round. No wonder she gained such a glorious name, For my grandmother was a most wonderful dame. (Spoken — There was a woman for you. — Talk about my grandfather) why he was only a patch of court plaster com- pared with my grandmother. Do you know that my grand- mother invented the patent Elixir of Life, and lived to the i' two hundred and seventy ? She used to take i' the Elixir in fifteen gallons of brandy every morning before breakfast — and in less than three months, she had a new pair of eyes, a new head of hair, and a new sett of teeth. She had !) No wonder, &c. 244 COMIC SONGS. She could dance, she could sing, she could fence, she could spar, But oh, at invention, she beat others by far, She invented — indeed of her skill I don't dream, A patent machine to make children hi/ steam ; She'd take cart loads of snuff, and still crave for more, And drank enough tea to float a seventy-four. No wonder she gained such a glorious name, For my grandmother was a most marvelous dame. (Spoken — There was a woman for you. — Do you know that my grandmother invented a steamboat to sail down the Mis- sissippi river? Well, she started off one afternoon, about six o'clock in the nforning, just before breakfast, with a whole cart load of passengers ; she got as far as New Orleans, when the whirlpool took it — went round and round to the bottom — but it didn't make any difference to the steamboat, it kept going on, going on ; and my grandmother believes that if it had not been for a large oyster, or the great American sea serpent, which must have swallowed it, the steamboat would have been going on to this very day — Well it would !) No wonder, &c. She could cure like winkin, diasters and ills, She beat all to nothing famed Brandreth's pills, She knew every manual labor and art, And she could make, from a wheelbarrow up to a cart, She could give to old age a patent new face, And beat every body in running a race. No wonder, &c. (Spoken — There was a woman for you. — She invented some patent yeast, to make cakes rise — all you had to do was to take a little before going to bed, it would make you rise at any moment you wished. Grandmother put a little in the yard one night for an experiment, first thing she knew, the sun began to rise about two o'clock, it did ! Do you know that my grandmother invented a steam balloon? — Well, she did — she started off one fine evening, with a new married couple, and got up so high that she couldn't get down again ; balloon kept going on — grandmother lit her pipe in the moon, and snuffed out the sun — and when they did get down again (it's a fact, or grandmother wouldn't have said so), the new mar- ried couple had turned completely gray, and had a whole flock of little ones. Well they had !) No wonder, &c. COMIC SONGS. 245 THE NERVOUS FAMILY. Air.— # We're all Xoddin'." "We're all nervous, shake, shake, trembling, "We're all nervous, at our house, at home; There's myself and my mother, my sister and brother, If left all alone, are all frighten'd at each other. Our dog runs away if a stranger's in the house, And our tabby cat, too, is frightened at a mouse; And we're all nervous, shake, shake, trembling, We're all nervous, at our house, at home. "We all at dinner, shake, shake, at carving; And as for snuffing, we oft snuff out the light; Last night every one did to snuff the candle try, But my wife couldn't do it, nor my sister, nor could I. Come give me the snuffers, said mother, with a flout, I'll show you how to do it, and she snufFd the candle out. For she's so nervous, shake, shake, &c. My nervous wife can't work at her needle, And my shaking hand spills half my cup of tea; "When wine at dinner my timid sister's taking, It's spilt on the table for so her hand is shaking, My mother taking snuff, very carefully doth try, To pop it up her nose, when she pops it in her eye. For she's so nervous, shake, shake, &c. Our nerves foretell all the changes of the weather; "We are so nervous we're frightened at each noise; "We have got a private watchman to guard the private door, But since we have had him, we are frightened more and more. For he falls asleep, and we've found out too, that he, In respect to his nerves, oh, he's quite as bad as we. So we're all nervous, shake, shake, &c. 246 COMIC SONGS. NOWADAYS. Music published by Firtb, Pond, & Co., N. Y. Alas ! how every thing is changed, Since I was sweet sixteen, When all the girls wore home-spun frocks, And aprons nice and clean. With bonnets made of braided straw, That tied beneath the chin, The shawl laid neatly on the neck, And fasten'd with a pin. I recollect the time, when I Rode father's horse to mill, Across the meadow, rock, and field, And up and down the hill. And when " our folks" were out at work, It never made me thinner, I jumped upon a horse bare-back, And carried them their dinner. Dear me ! young ladies nowadays, Yfould almost faint away, To think of riding all alone, In wagon, chaise, or sleigh. And as for giving " pa" his meals, Or helpiug " ma" to bake, Oh dear ! 'would spoil their lily hands, Though sometimes they make cake. When winter came, the maiden's heart Began to beat and flutter j Each beau would take his sweetheart out, Sleigh-riding in a cutter. Or if the storm was bleak and cold, The girls and beaux together, Would meet and have the best of fun, And never mind the weather ! COMIC SONGS. 247 But nowadays, it grieves me much The circumstance to mem: However kind the young man's heart, And honest his intention, He asks no girls to take a drive, 'Case he's too much engaged. In shanghai clothes, races and yacht clubs, His time and tin are caged. THINGS I DON'T LIKE TO SEE. A VERY POPULAR COMIC SONG. Tune. — " Irish Washerwoman. " A SONG I'll sing now in jingling rhymes, About matters and things in these curious times, A lesson to all I hope it will be, "When I sing to you about things I don't like to see. Chorus. — You may call me a quiz, you may call me a pry, But I doesn't like things that look queer to the eye, And if you like them, that's nothing to me, So these are some things that I dou't like to see : I don't like to see little boys just from their mammas, "Who think they are men and smoke their segars, They had better be at home a-playing with toys, Than running the streets and exclaiming, "I'm one of the Bo'hoys." You may call me a quiz, &c. I don't like to see dandies without any cash, Promenade the Main street, and cut quite a dash, Who stare at the ladies — look pretty and sweet, Without a cent in their pocket and nothing to eat. Y/ou may call me a qui::. I don't like to see gals all the time reading sonnets, llomances and novels, wear queer little bonnets, Who screw up their waists and wear a tight sleeve, And dare not, poor creatures, enjoy a good sneeze. You may call me a quiz, &c. 248 COMIC SONGS. I don't like to see politicians, who take great pains, To show their constituents they are possessed of large brains, Who talk about this thing — and blow about that, And all that they're after is government — pap. You may call me a quiz, &c. I don't like to see ladies want satins for dress, Y/hen their husbands are bankrupt and in great distress; They had better be at home, washing up dishes, Mending holes in their stockings, and their husbands' old pantaloons. You may call me a quiz, &c. I don't like to see John Bull, " putting on airs," Sending troops to the Canadas, the Yankees to scare; He'd better " dry up," or he'll git in a fix, That will give him a specimen of " old seventy-six." You may call me a quiz, &c. P. Morris. BILLY BARLOW. Oh ladies and gentlemen, how do you do ? I've come out before you with one boot and shoe, I do not know how it is, but somehow 'tis so, Oh ! isn't it hard upon Billy Barlow ? Oh! oh! raggedy oh ! now isn't it hard upon Billy Barlow? As I was walking down street jist t'other day, The people all gazed and some of 'em did say, Why, that fellow there, why he aint so slow, Humph ! I guess not, says a lady, that's Mr. Barlow. I went to the races jist the other day, The man that keeps the gate he asked me to pay, Pay — says I, and looked at him so, O you can pass on, I know you, you are Billy Barlow. They say there's a wild beast show come to town, Of lions, and monkeys, and porcupines too, But if they start to show, I'll beat them, I know, For they aint got a varmint like Billy Barlow. COMIC SONGS. 249 They tried to buy me to go with that show, But the monkeys got jealous, and the lion snapped at me too, The Hyena growled, and looked at me so ; Thinks I, 'twill never do for you, Mr. Billy Barlow. The tailors in town are all running after me, To get the cut of my clothes, that's plain to see, But before they can get them I'll just let you know, They must spill out the rhino to Mr. Barlow. Oh ladies and gentlemen, I bid you good bye, I'll get a new suit when clothes aint so high, My hat's shocking bad, that all of you know, Yet it looks well on the head of this Billy Barlow. T'other day at a free blow of liquor and lunch, I thought touring in for a good swig of punch, But they elbowed me out with a fisty free blow, And that's all the punch they give Billy Barlow. Now ladies, long life to each sweet smiling soul, Though my coat it is ragged, my heart it is whole, If there is any in want of a genteel young beau, Let them come to the arms of young Billy Barlow. THE AUTHOR AND THE COBBLER, OR LITERATURE AND COMMON SENSE. William and Jonathan came to town together, William brought learning, and Jonathan some leather; Said William to Jonathan, What d'ye mean to do ? Said Jonathan to William, I can sole a shoe, With my leather, lap-stone, hammer, nippers, pegging-awl, and bristles. Said Jonathan to William, Pray, what is your intention? William talk'd of things far above his comprehension, He meant to write poetry, pamphlets, songs, and plays, Epitaphs, epigrams, and puffs, the wind to raise, With his Latin, Greek, grammar, syntax, prosody, and logic. 250 COMIO SONGS. It chanced that they lodged in the same house together, Will stuck close to books, and Jonathan to leather; While Johnny in the cellar as any hog grew fat, Poor Will in the garret was as thin as a starved cat, With their leather, Latin, hammer, grammar, pegging-awl, and logic. When they had lived in town for years nearly twenty; Will was very poor, but Jonathan had plenty ; When meeting one day, they compar'd notes together, And clearly proved that learning wasn't half so good as leather, Sing, leather, lap-stone, hammer, nippers, pegging-awl, and bristles. "JUST SO." Tune. — " Garryoiccn" or " The Campbells." Mr. Dip — a hig dealer in tallow and fat, By love was reduced like a skeleton cat; And the maiden he loved was as pure as the snow, And many a sigh did he give her — just so. (Imitating a long sigh.') One night when his unlucky stars did prevail, He drank with a friend about nine pints of ale; It got in his head — put him quite in a glow, And made his eyes roll about him — just so. (Imitating.') He then went a courting, though not very fit, And not able to stand, why he was forced to sit; Says he, " Oh, my love, you'll excuse me, I know," Says she, " Mr. Dip, you've been drinking," — just so. (Imitating.) Says he, " Oh ! my angel, pray doubt not my love, For you know I'm as faithful and true as a dove; feel how my heart pit-a-pats to and fro," she, " Mr. Dip, you're a brute beast," — just so. (Imitating.) COMIC SONGS. 251 "My darling," says he, "only let me explain, And I promise I never will do it again ; Come, let us be friends, kiss before I do go," Says she, then, to him, " Kiss the torn cat," — just so. (Imitating.') u Oh ! oh ! then," says he, " if you're positive still, And determined to show me you'll have your own will, Dang me if I care for it ! — I'll let you know, I don't care a fig for your passions," — just so. (Imitating.) He put on his hat, and he reeled to the door, While the poor maiden's heart was getting quite sore; Says he, u By your cruelty here I do go ;" Says she, u Mr. Dip, can you leave me ?" — just so. (Imitating.) At hearing these words, Mr. Dip then turned back, And gave her sweet lips such a good hearty smack ; Says he, " Then next Sunday to church let us go," Says she, " Oh, I have no objection," — just so. (Imitating.*) THE LAZY CLUB. Tune. — "Green grow the rnsTtps, oh !" My wife is such a lazy Turk, She will not do a bit of work, She says she isn't such a flat, Hard work will never make her fat. But in the morning when she wakes, Her breakfast up stairs then she takes, She treats herself to toast and shrub, And says she's joined a Lazy Club. Chorus. — Skiddy mi dig, ri to ra lo. Skiddy mi dig, ri to ra lo. Skiddy mi 3ig, ri to ra lo. Skiddy mi dig, ri to ra lo. 252 COMIC SONGS. When she takes it in her head, She makes me lift her out of bed, To say a word, I do not dare, But place her in an easy chair. To stir a peg it seems a crime, Why there she sits till supper time, While I'm obliged to cook the grub, Because she's joined the Lazy Club. Skiddy mi dig, &c. My eldest daughter's just as bad, I really think she's lazy mad, She seems too lazy now to talk, And scarce seems half inclined to walk. Her tongue is never free from scolds, Her shoes are always full of holes, Her dress is never free from mud, In honor of the Lazy Club. Skiddy mi dig, &c. My doteful son shows off his airs, He cannot sit without three chairs, And he pretends he's got the gout, And wants me then to carry him about. He is too lazy to go to bed, So snores upon the chairs instead, Wanted me to give his boots a rub, In honor of the Lazy Club. Skiddy mi dig, &c. We keep a girl about sixteen, To mind the house and keep it clean, But lawks! she's such a lazy elf, I'm obliged to do it all myself. And if I ask her then to stir, She says I ought to wait on her, And give the yard and the kitchen a scrub, In honor of the Lazy Club. Skiddy mi dig, &c. COMIC SONGS. 258 Wc keep a very lazy dog, Who lays about just like a log, He seems too lazy to wag his tail, And tries to imitate the snail. Before the fire all in a heap, Why there he lies, goes fast asleep, And lawks ! he is such a lazy chub, I think he's joined the Lazy Club. Skiddy mi dig, &c. And now I'm in a pretty mess Through their cursed laziness ; And now my debts I cannot pay, In prison shall be obliged to lay. When I am there, the lazy elves, They'll be obliged to help themselves, And no doubt when they're in want of grub, They must get it from the Lazy Club. Skiddy mi dig, &c. A BAG OF NAILS. My merry gentle people, pray Will you list a minute ? For, though my song it is not long, There's something comic in it. To sing of nails, if you'll permit, My sportive muse intends, sirs, A subject which I now have pat Just at my fingers' ends, sirs. The world it is a bag of nails, And some are very queer ones, And some are flats, and some are sharps, And some are very dear ones. We've sprigs, and spikes, and sparables, Some little, great, and small, sirs, Some folks have nails with monstrous heads, And some have none at all, sirs. The bachelor's a hob-nail, He rusts for want of use, sirs. The misers, they're no nails at all, They're all a pack of screws, sirs. 254 OOMIC SONGS. An enemy will get some clouts If here they chance to roam, sirs, For Yankee boys, like hammers, will, Be sure to drive them home, sirs. The doctor nails you with his bill, Which often proves a sore Bail, The undertaker wishes you As dead as any door-nail. You'll often find each agent To be nailing his employer; The lawyer nails his client, And the devil nails the lawyer. Dame Fortune is a brad-awl, And often does contrive it To make each nail go easily Where'er she please to drive it. Then, if I gain your kind applause For what I've sung or said, sirs, Then you'll admit that I have hit The right nail on the head, sirs. MY MARY HAS THE LONGEST NOSE. Tune — My Helen is the Fairest Flower. My Mary has the longest nose, In which she greatly takes a pride, So large the shoes her feet inclose, That insects strive in vain to hide. Her hair is of the brightest red, Which lights her footsteps in the dark; Her mouth is large for hiding bread, Her voice is sweeter than the lark-. Yes, Mary has, &c. In Mary there is' nothing green, She'll let you kiss her if you can, Her mother says she's not sixteen, Though twice as strong as any man. But far ahead of these, of all, The charms my Mary can combine, She's six foot six, and I can call This charming little creature mine. Yes, Mary has, &c. COMIC SO.NG3. 255 THE LOVE STRUCK QUAKER. Tunc—/ terBiith? I'm a luokl il, teri-ly, ! ! All day long I pine and Ump u:u ! In . Once I plump and fat was mown, Now I'm nought but skin and Lone — Love cuts me up and cuts me down — ■ Ump um ! heigho ! heigho ! My inward man is sore decay 'J — Ump um ! heigho ! heigho ! The spirit's by the flesh betray'd — Ump um ! heigho ! heigho ! I conceive — ah, veril-y, That I'm assailed most grievous-ly; And us'd by Ruth most ruthless-ly — Ump um ! heigho ! heigho ! My heart by Cupid's fiercely smote — Ump um ! heigho ! heigho ! And rent in twain like Joseph's coat — Ump um ! heigho ! heigho ! Love has caught me in a snare, Wicked Ruth scorns my despair j Though fair herself, don't use me fair— Ump um ! heigho ! heigho ! As young lambkins frisk and play — Ump um ! heigho ! heigho ! Ruth and I have toy'd all day — um ! heigho ! heigho ! She now disdains to cast one look On me — al My ] ■ ace should be 3 broke — Ump um ! 1 heigho ! To j"' T i I'll bid adieu — um ! heigho ! hei. Leave Rath to find a swain more true; Ump um ! heigho ! heigho ! 256 COMIC SONGS. I'll seek some shady grove straightway, There 'neath some pine I'll pine away, And in the ground bury my clay. Ump ! ump ! ump ! heigh o ! YANKEE MANUFACTURE. Originally written and sung by Pete Morris. Tune — Betsy Baker. I wish I was in Yankee land, And was a boy again, sir, I'd suck sweet cider through a straw, And fish in every rain, sir. I'd never wander from my home To visit other lands, sure, But stay at home, eat pumpkin pies Of Yankee manufacture. The people there all go-a-head, They never turn about, sir, And when the bo'hoys go on a spree, " Their mothers know they're out, sir f The girls can read, and write, and spin, Are modest, chaste, and fair, sure, No other land has got such gals As of Yankee manufacture. There is a spot near Boston town, They call it Bunker Hill, sir, Where Johnny Bull with Yankee lead Did get his stomach filled, sir ; 'Twas there brave General Warren fell, In freedom's glorious cause, sure, But we had left great Washington, Of Yankee manufacture. I love the Yankees for their skill, Their perseverance too, sir, Their telegraphs and railroads, And wooden nutmegs too, sir : For onions and for enterprise Give me the Yankee lads, sir ; For cider, soberness, and sense, There is none can beat their dads, sir ! MIC SONGS. 25? Why the Sundays there begin to dawn On Saturday, at eve, sir, And then all hands, in-doors and out, Their weekly labors leave, sir; It's wicked then for hens to lay ; And they are held as sinners, Who work at all, except to bake Beans for Sunday dinners. THE RAGING KANAWL. Tune — Enniskillen Dragoon. Come listen to my story, ye landsmen, one and all, And I'll sing to you the dangers of the raging Canal : For I am one of many who expects a watery grave, For I've been at the mercies of the winds and the waves. We left Albany harbour about the break of day ; If rightly I remember 'twas the second day of May; We trusted to our driver, altho' he was but small, Yet he knew all the windings of that raging Canal. It seemed as if the Devil had work in hand that night, For our oil it was all gone, and our lamps they gave no light, The clouds began to gather, and the rain began to fall, And I wished myself far away from that raging Canal. The Captain told the driver to hurry with all speed — And his orders were obeyed, for he soon cracked up his lean; With the fastest kind of towing we allowed by twelve o'clock, We should be in old Schnectady right bang against the dock. But sad was the fate of our poor devoted barque, For the rain kept pouring faster, and the night it grew more dark ; The horses gave a stumble, and the driver gave a squall, And they tumbled head and heels into that raging Canal. The Captain came on deck, with a voice so clear and sound, Crying, Cut the horses loose, my boys, or I swear we'll all be drowned ; The driver paddled to the shore, altho' he was but small, While the horses sank to rise no more in that raging Canal. 17 258 COMIC SONGS. The Cook she rung her hands, and she came upon the deck, Saying, Alas ! what will become of us, our boat it is a wreck ! The steersman laid her over, for he was a man of sense, When the bowsman jumped ashore, he lashed her to the fence. We had a load of Dutch, and we stowed them in the Hole; They were not the least concerned about the welfare of their Soul; The Captain went below, and implored them for to pray, But the only answer he could get was, Nix horn Raus, nixfis staa ! The Captain came on deck with a spy glass in his hand, But the night it was so dark he could not diskiver land ; He said to us, with a faltering voice, while tears began to fall, Prepare to meet your death, my boys, this night on the Canal ! The Cook she being kind-hearted, she loaned us an old dress, Which we raised upon a setting-pole as a signal of distress ; We agreed with Restoration aboard the Boat to bide, And never quit her deck whilst a plank hung to her side. It was our good fortune, about the break of day, The storm it did abate, and a boat came by that way, Our signal was discovered, and they hove along side, And we all jumped aboard and for Buffalo did ride. I landed in Buffalo about twelve o'clock ; The first place I went to was down upon the dock ; I wanted to go up the lake, but it looked rather squally, When along came Fred Emmons and his friend Billy Bally. Says Fred, How do you do, and whar have you been so long? Says I, For the last fortnight I've been on the Canal, For it stormed all the time, and thar was the devil to pay, When we got in Tonawandy Creek, we thar was cast away. Now, says Fred, let me tell you how to manage wind and weather ; In a storm hug to the tow-path, and then lay feather to feather, And when the weather is bad, and the wind it blows a gale, Just jump ashore, knock down a horse — that's taking in the sail. COMIC SONGS. 259 And if you wish to see both sides of the Canal, To steer your course to Bumilo, and that right true and well, And should it be so foggy that you cannot see the track, Just call the driver aboard and hitch a lantern on his back. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO STAND? Tune — Nice Young Man. Queer sayings are now all the go, You cannot say I'm wrong; But here is one I'd have you know, I've worked up in a song. Where'er I go, in every street, I'm shook, sirs, by the hand, No matter who it is I meet, It's Come, what are you going to stand ? This morn I went to get some cash, To swell at the west end, Resolved I was to cut a dash, I met with an old friend : I told him of the errand I'd been, He shook me by the hand, I'm glad to hear it, old boy, says he, Come, what are you going to stand ? Says I, I doesn't mind a drop, My spirits it will rouse, So off we toddled to a shop, Quite near to r's house. Inside a lot began to shout, As if it had been planned : Rut it is not oft we catch you out, Come, what are you going to stand ? My expenses amounted to a dollar, My cash was growing shorter, The liquor now down they did swallow As though it had been water. Just then a gal my arm did pinch, Her hide I could have tanned, Says she, For oM acquaintance sake, Come, what are you going to stand? 1 COMIC SONGS. Egad, thinks I, this will not do, So I bolted from the lot, But run against a man I knew, Ere a hundred yards I got. I told him of the set I left, Says he, I understand, Now since you've escaped from such a crew, Come, what are you going to stand ? My song I will conclude with this, You'll all agree I think, That this, my friends, is quite the age Of intellect for drink. So, when the boys put out the lights, I'll take the manager by the hand, There's been a devilish good house to-night, Old boy, come, what are you going to stand WHEN I WAS OUT A SLEIGHING. It snowed so hard the other day, I could not work, I could not play, And so I hired a horse and sleigh, Resolved to go a-sleighing. I soon put on my Sunday clothes, And round to Sally Russell's goes, And to her I did propose, That she would ride while yet it snows. She very soon gave her consent, But as my money was most spent, Tim Bobbin to me three dollars lent, All for to go a-sleighing. With bells a-ringing all the way, Money spent and thrown away, Oh, there is the devil to pay, When a man goes out a-sleighing. As up the Main Street I did glide, With Sally Russell by my side, To cut a dash both of us tried, When we went out a-sleighing. COMIC SONGS. 261 But some naughty boys to raise a din, To snowball us they did begin, One mashed my hat down o'er my chin, Then stove Miss Russell's bonnet in. Miss Russell she began to cry, I turned around to say, oh, fie, When a snow ball banged me in the eye, When I was out a-sleighing. Bells a-ringing all the way, &c. I'd been very glad to turn back, Because one of my eyes were black. But we followed up the railroad track, Resolved to finish sleighing. At something next our horse took fright, And started off with all his might, He banged the sleigh both left and right, And sent Miss Russell in a snow bank tight. The horse with me away he sped, And left Miss Russell nearly dead, And the wind blew the false curls all off her head, When we went out a-sleighing. Bells a-ringing all the way, &c. For assistance Sally she did shout, While I managed to turn the horse about, But cursed the hour that I came out, To go with her a-sleighing. To get her out, Sal did me tease, And soon I went to her release, But it is a wonder she didn't freeze, For she stuck fast in snow up to her knees. But what was worse for poor Miss Russell, In the snow amid the tussle, The strings they broke, and she lost her bustle, When I was out a-sleighing, Bells a-ringing all the way, &c. We started home with heavy hearts, When there came along two butchers' carts, And smashed our sleigh in twenty parts, When I was out a-sleighing. 262 COMIC SONGS. So since our horse and sleigh was gone, Poor Sal and I had to walk home, And for the damages we done, I had to pay a pretty, sum. But my bills are paid and all is right, And folks, when you go home to-night, Oh, think upon my doleful plight, But don't go out a-sleighing. Bells a-ringing all the way, &c. HERE'S SUCCESS TO TODDY. A POPULAR CONVIVIAL SONG. Here's success to Toddy, Drink it down, drink it down, Here's success to Toddy, Drink it down, drink it down, Oh, here's success to Toddy, For it cheers both soul and body. Then here's success to Toddy, Drink it down, drink it down. Here's success to Wine, Drink it down, drink it down, Here's success to Wine, Drink it down, drink it down, Oh, here's success to Wine, For it makes you feel so fine, Then here's success to Wine, Drink it down, drink it down. Here's success to Sherry, Drink it down, drink it down, Here's success to Sherry, Drink it down, drink it down, Oh, here's success to Sherry, For it makes the heart so merry, Then here's success to Sherry, Drink it down, drink it down. COMIC SONGS. Here's success to Whiskey, Prink it down, drink it down, Here's success to Whiskey, Drink it down, drink it down, Oh, here's success to Whiskey, For it makes you feel so frisky, Then here's success to Whiskey, Drink it dowu, drink it down. Here's success to Punch, Drink it down, drink it down, Here's success to Punch, Drink it down, drink it down, Oh, here's success to Punch, With some good friends in a bunch, Then here's success to Punch, Drink it down, drink it down. Here's success to Gin, Drink it down, drink it down, Here's success to Gin, Drink it down, drink it down, Oh, here's success to Gin, For it makes the heart to grin, Then here's success to Gin, Drink it down, drink it down. Here's success to Brandy, Drink it down, drink it down, Here's success to Brandy, Drink it down, drink it down, Oh, here's success to Brandy, For it makes you feel so handy, Then here's success to Brandy, Drink it down, drink it down. Here's success to Port, Drink it down, drink it down, Here's success to Port, Drink it down, drink it down, Oh, here's success to Port, But let it be of the right sort, Then here's success to Port, Drink it down, drink it down. MM 264 COMIC SONGS. Here's success to Beer, Drink it down, drink it down. Here's success to Beer, Drink it down, drink it down, Oh, here's success to Beer, The thirsty soul to cheer, Then here's success to Beer, Drink it down, drink it down. Here's success to Ale, Drink it down, drink it down, Here's success to Ale, Drink it down, drink it down, Oh, here's success to Ale, That will make you strong and hale. Then here's success to Ale, Drink it down, drink it down. Here's success to Porter, Drink it down, drink it down, Here's success to Porter, Drink it down, drink it down, Oh, here's success to Porter, Of strength a true supporter, Then here's success to Porter, Drink it down, drink it down. Here's success to Lager, Drink it down, drink it down, Here's success to Lager, Drink it down, drink it down, Oh, here's success to Lager, For it does not make you stagger, Then here's success to Lager, Drink it down, drink it down. Here's success to Cider, Drink it down, drink it down, Here's success to Cider, Drink it down, drink it down, Oh, here's success to Cider, For it makes the mirth flow wider, Then here's success to Cider, Drink it down, drink it down. COMIC SONGS. 265 Here's success to Water, Drink it down, drink it down. Here's success to Water. Drink it down, drink it down, Oh, here's success to Water, On the earth's remotest quarter, Then here's success to Water, Drink it down, drink it down. Here's success to Water, That brings no care or slaughter, Here's success to Water, Drink it down, drink it down, Oh, here's success to Water, 'Tis the noblest drink in nature, Then here's success to Water, Drink it down, drink it down. GREAT HEN CONVENTION. A FAMOUS Hen convention was held at Humbug green, And such a show of fuss and feathers ne'er before was seen, With Malays, Bantams, Chittys, and Game fowls fine and tall, x>ut Mister Rooster Shanghai cut the biggest swell of all. Chorus — It was cackle, cackle, cackle, cackle, flap your wings and crow, Shanghai crowed the highest at the great convention show, Tuck, tuck, tuck, tuck, tuck, tuck, tuck, tuck, Ti taa, tuck, tuck, ti taa, tuck, tuck, Tuck", tuck, tuck, tuck, tuck, tuck, tuck, tuck. Spoken — Shanghai's crow, all crow. Says Malay, pulling out his gills, " I am the fairest fowl," Says Bantam, " You're a hen pecked race, hen hearted with no soul," Says Shanghai, " You poor Bantams are a race of chicken toys," Says Bantam, "If you peck at me you'll find I'm one of the b'hoys." Chorus — * A poultry duel came on straight, 'twas Banty and Shanghai, A crow at first, and then a clip, and then the feathers fly, Young Banty spurr'd him flat amid a loud convention crow, But Shanghai crowed the lowest at the great convention show. 266 COMIC SONGS. NOTHING AT ALL. In Derry down dale when I wanted a mate, I went with my daddy, a courting of Kate, With my nosegay so fine, in my holy-day clothes, My hands in my pocket, a courting I goes. The weather was cold, and my bosom was hot, My heart in a gallop — my mare in a trot; Now I was so bashful, so loving withal, My tongue stuck to my mouth, and I said Nothing at all. When I came to the house, I look'd bashful and grum, The knocker I held 'twixt my finger and thumb, Rap went the knocker, Kate show'd her chin, She chuckled and buckled, I bow'd and went in. Now I was as bashful as bashful could be, And Kitty, poor soul, was as bashful as me ; So I laugh'd, and I grinn'd, and I let my hat fall, Giggled, scratched my head, and said Nothing at all. If bashful was I, the more bashful the maid, She simper'd and sigh'd, with her apron strings play'd ; The old folks impatient to have the thing done, Agreed that my Kitty and I should be one. So, then we young ones both nodded consent, Then hand in hand to get married we went, When we answered the parson, in voices so small, You scarce could have heard us say Nothing at all. - But mark what a change in the course of a week, My Kate left off blushing, I boldly could speak ; Could play with my Kitty, and laugh at a jest, And Kate could talk, ay too, as well as the best. And talk'd of past follies, we oft have declar'd, To encourage young folks, who at wedlock are scar'd; For if to your aid some assurance you call, You may kiss and get married, and it's Nothing at all. COMIC SONGS. 267 OUR MARY ANN. Oh, fare you well, my own Mary Ann, Fare you well for a while, The ship is ready, and the wind is fair, And I am bound for the sea, Mary Ann. Oh, didn't you see your turtile dove, A sittin' on yonder pile, Lamenting the loss of his own true love, And so am I for my Mary Ann. Oh, fare you well, &c. A lobster in a lobster pot, A blue fish on a hook, May suffer some — but you know not, What I do feel for my Mary Ann. Oh, fare you well, &c. The pride of all the produce ground, The dinner kitchen-garden fruit, Is pumpkins some, but can't compare The love I bear for my Mary Ann. Oh, fare you well, &c. Barney Williams. A CHAPTER OF GOOD THINGS. 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