FAYOITBITE

FOR

JUVENILE CONCERTS,

CONTAINING :

ETMNS, TEMPERANCE ODES, NATIONAL SONGS, k

AS TAUGHT BY
D & J. F. KEMMERER.

PHILADELPHIA

Plumiy & Gkassmann, Printers, N. E. cor. 8rd & Tvace
1866.

FOR THE USE OP

D. & J. F. EEMMEBEB.

The sign placed at the beginning of the staff is called CLEF.

There are iwo kinds of Clefs, the Bass and TreJble; they are as foUow

BASS, or
F Clef.

1 ue lines and spaces of the staff are named flrom first seven letters of the alpbr
bet. A, B. C. D. E. F. G. G.

The iirst added line below is C ; the first space below, D ; the first line, E ; tn*
first space, F ; the second line, G ; the second space, A, the third line. B ; the thirl
•Dace, C ; the fourth line, D : the fourth space, £ : the fifth line, F, the fint cpa^
above, G : the first added line aboye, A. —

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}. RUDIMENTS OF MUSIC.

THE NOTES.

The foliowing cuaract^, called NotUy are used to indicate the leagtb of a soona

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Whole note. Half. Quarter, Eighth. Sixteenth. Thirty-second.

THE RESTS.

The following ciiaraciers are called Rests. Each note has a corresponding rest.

VV^ol€re^t. Half Quarter. Eighth. Sixteenth. Thirty-^condt

THE DOTTED NOTES.
A Dot added ti a note or rest, increases the len^h one-half.

>r resL increases the len^h one-half.

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-TtT— ^

THE DOTTED RESTS.

Those lines that cross the slalf^are called Bars ; aaa from one bar to anather is
t Measure.

Doutie bar.

RUDIMENTS OF MUSIC.
The Sluirp ^ will raise the sound of a note, half tone.
The Flat ^ will lower the sound of a note, half tone.
The Natural ^ will restore a note to its original souna.

O # 0- ^S2_

Natural. Sharp. Natural. ]

The Slur is used to join two or more notes together.
The Pause will suspend the time of a note.
The dots bet\s een the lines, is the sign of Repeat.

THE DIFFERENT KINDS OF TIME

rheie are three kinds of THnie ; that which has two beats lu the measure, tb«t
fcich has three beats, ana that which has four beats.

1 2 3 1 2 3 4

D L U D L R U

THE TRIPLET.

The Triplet, is three notes slurred together, with a figure 3 place<7 rwe.
diem, and must be sung in the time of two of the same kind.

RUDIMENTS OV MUSIC.

THE MAJOR SCALES.
The major KsXc has a briliiancy which does not belong to the Mluor
The Bcale in the key of C.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

half tone. iTS half tone.

The halftones of the major scale are between the 3 and 4—7 and 8.
The Harmonics of the scale are, 1, 3, 5, and S.
The scale in the key of G,

The ecale in the key of D»

The scale in the key of A.

a 7D1MENTS MUSIC.
Tha scale In the key of F. fT'

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

half tone, half tone.

Tha scale in the key

ofB|>

1 j2 3 4 6 6 7 8

half tone. half tone.

The scale in the key

ofE b

12 3 4 6

bhalf tone.

5¥

I r

L!2 3 46 67 8
half tone. half tone.

THE MINOR SCALE.
The Minor scale hu a sad or melancholy effect.
The scale in the kef A Minor.

1 s 3 4 6 e * (

half tone. IfiJtf _ ^

The sixth and seventh in tt^.minor scale a8C«i4ii>4 fe n4%" s»
tse«adia{ m&ie oaturtiL

RUDIMENTS OF MU8I0.

8 V 6 5 4 3 2 !

half tone. half tone.

The difiference between the major and minor is the nature of the intervals from th«
first to the third note of the scale. If that interval forms two whole tones, that is, i
major third, the scale is major. „ .

If the interval forms only a tone and a half, that is, a minor third, the scale ia
mloor.

ST«ry minor has its relative major, and every major its relative minor The rel«
tS^PES feare always the same number of signatures at the beginning.

»£YS WITH SHARPS.

No sharps nor flats belong to C ;
One eharp the key of G mast be ;

D has two sharps, and A has three,
!» £ are fonr, and nve in B ;

The Y-sharf) scale it must have six.
^It-jd fof Q'Sharp all seven prefix.

KEYS WITH FLATS.

Y-natural one flat must take ;
Two flats the key of B-flat make ,

E-flat has three, and A-/lat four,
And with D-ylat count still one more

By six the Q'flat scale is known.
And C-flat makes all seven its owa

SINGING BOOK

FOR,

jyyEiiliE COiGEKTSc

HO, FOR THE GUNBOATS, HO !

1. Ho ! for the Gunboats, ho !

Ho ! for the foaming sea,
Our starry flag is floating there,

The emblem of the free ;
Ho ! for ihe Gunboats, ho !

Ho ! for the rivers bright,
There beam% the Star of Liberty,

With pure and holy light,
CnoRUS.— Ho ! for the Gunboats, hoi

Ho ! for the foaming sea,
Our starry flag is floating there

The emblem of the free.

2. Ho ! for the Gunboats, ho !

Ho ! for the ocean king ;
Their vict'ries on the seas are borne

Upon the lightning's wings ;
Ho ! for their brows of steel,
In everv clime and zone,
The thunders of their mighty gunp,
Shall shake the tyrant's throne.
Chorus— Ho! for the Gunboats, ho! &c.
3. Ho ! for the brave hearts, ho ?
Ho for the stripes and stars.
Before their might the despot bows,

The prison door unbars ;
Ho! for the Gunboats, ho!

Ho ! for the waters blue,
To fi-eedom and our glorius flag
We pledge ourselves anew
Chokus.— Ho! for the Gunboats, ho !

I»LL AWAKE AT THE DAWN.

L ril awake at dawn on the Sabbath day,
For 'tis wrong to doze holy time away,
With my lesson learned this shall be my rule-
Never to be late at the Sabbath School.

SINGINu liu^x^ ^

S Birds awake betime every morn they sing,
Vone are tardy then, when the woods do ring,
Nor will I forget that this is my rule,
Never to be late at the Sabbath School.

3 When the summer sun wakes the flower again.
They the call obey, none are tardy then-
So when Sunday comes this shall be my rule,
Never to be late at the Sabbath School.

The dying child to her mother.

1. I am so very young, mother

Yet I must shortly die;
I feel the chills of death, mother,

The hour is drawing nigh
When I must bid adieu to all

The Bright and lovely things —
The flow'rs, the trees, the water fall.

And Birds wuth golden wings.

2. You told me of a land, mother

Where all good children dwell ;
And my dear father's there, mother,

I'm sure I'll know him well ;
' I'll tell him you will come there, too,

When^all your work is o'er,
And we will there our love renew

And ne^er be parted more.

3. 0, do not weep so much, mother,

I'm not afraid to die —
My Saviour calls me home, mother.

Far, far beyond the sky,
'There is no pain nor sickness there,
^ To mar their happy hours —
No joyless nights, no death, no care;

No cloud that darkly lowers

JUVENILE CONCERTS.

4. My breath is growing short, mother,

And death is very near — -
I hear sweet music now, mother,

And shining forms appear :
They now are beckoning me to come,

Where they in glory dwell :
1 soon will have a happier home !

Now mother, dear, farewell.

Dear Mother I've come Home to Die-

1 . Dear Mother, I remember well;

The parting kiss you gave to me,
When merry rang the village bell,

My heart was full of joy and glee ;
I did not dream that one short year

Would crush the hopes that soar'd so
Oh, Mother, dear, draw near to me,

Dear Mother I've come home to die.

Chorus. — Call Sister — Brother — to my side,

' And take your soldier's last good bye
Oh, Mother, dear, draw near to me,
Dear Mother, I've come home to die.

2. Dear Mother, Sister, Brother, all

One parting kiss, — to all good bye ;
Weep not, but clasp your hand in mine,

And let me like a soldier die !
I've met the foe upon the field.

Where kindred fiercely did defy,
I fought for Right—God bless the flag !

Dear Mother, I've come home to die.

Chorus. — Call Sister — Brother — to my side,

And take your soldier's last good bye,
Oh, Mother, dear, draw near to me,
Dear Mother, I've come to die.

SINGING BOOK FOR

My Boy, how can I see you Die ?

1. My darliug "boy I little thought," »

When last I heard your merry tone,
And fondly kissed your noble brow,

That death would claim you as his own.
With breaking heart I^bade you go, my boy,

And weeping, breathed a sad good bye.
You told^^me that you'd soon return,

You have, — but oh ! you've come to die,

Chorus. — 0 tell me not your life is short, my boy,
I cannot say good bye,
Alas ! why must I give you up I
My boy how can I see you die !

2. When fiercely raged 'the deadly strife,

Throughout our fair, once peaceful land,
Responding to your Country's call,

You joined a loyal gallant band.
With joy and pride I gazed upon you, boy,

Your noble form and flashing ey,
For Freedom's cause I gave you up,

But Oh ! how can I see you die ?

Chorus. — Home to die, &c.

3 • You bid me now no longer weep.

You say you'll like a soldier die,
■ How can I stay the falling tear ?
Alas ! how can I say good bye ?
But I will try to do the will, my boy.
Of Him who dwells above the sky,
And strive to say, Thy will be done,
But ah ! t'is hard to see you die.

C HORps.—Home to die. &c.

JUVENILE OONCERTS.

The S. S. S. Experience.

I 'Pwas on a Sabbath morning, —

When not a cloud was seen
With beauty, earth adorning,

Fair nature smil'd serene,
Far from my home I wanderM,

To seek some earthly toy,
And in my mind I ponder'd.

Oh, what can yield me joy ^
I saw a form advancing

With a peculiar grace,
On me her eyes were glancing.

While pity deck'd her face.
She spoke in accents tender.

Of Jesus' -love to me,
To him my heart to render.

And humbly bow the knefv

3 Her prayer to God ascended —

"Lord bless the wandering child;"
And soon our hands were blended.

For joy I wept and smil'd.
To Sabbath School she led m^?.

And there 1 learned to pray,
To read the Holy Bible,

And keep the Sabbath Day

4 i love my school and Teachers,

And all my fellow youth
I love the faithful Preachers,

Who teach us heavenly truth,
I love the Sacred Temple,

And those who worship there
£'il follow their example,

And join in praise and prayer^

SINGING BOOK FOR

SILENCE! SILENCE!

Silence, silence, make no noise nor stir !
Silence, silence, make no noise nor stir !

For in yon bower there above,

Sleeps my gentle lady love.,
Silence, silence, make no noise nor stir ;

That in peace, that in peace.
She may slumber sweetly on;

That in peace, that in peace, she sleep.
Silence, silence, make no noise nor stir!
Silence, silence, make no noise nor stir !

For nature list's with anxious ear,

Her gentle slumb'ring breath to hear
Silence, silence, make no noise nor stir.

Soft in peace, soft in peace.
Slumber, fair one, sweetly on ; *

Soft in peace, soft in peace, sleep on
Softly, softly, lightly, gently tread I
Softly, softly, lightly, gently tread ;

And ere the break of wak'ning day,

Softly, lightly, move away.
S©ftly, softly, lightly, gently tread

Rest in peace, rest in peace,
Slumb'ring maiden, love of mine,

Rest in peace, rest in peace, farewell.

That's what's the matter.

1. We live in hard and stirring times.
Too sad for mirth, too rough for rhymes,
For songs of peace have lost their chimes,

And that's what's the matter.
The men we held as brothers true,
Have turned into a rebel crew,
So now we have to put them througb,
And that's what's the matter.

JUVENILE CONOEETS.

Chorus— That's what's the matter,
The rabels have to scatter,
We'll make them flee by land and s©a,
And that's what's the matter^

2. Oh I yes we thought our neighbors tni«,
Indulg'd them as their mothers do;

Ihey stormed our bright Eed, White and Blae,

And that's what's the matter.
We'll never give np what we gain,
For now we know we must maintain
Our laws and rights with might and main;
And thats' what's the matter*
Cliorus—That's what's the matter, etc,

3. The Merrimac, with heavy sway
Had made our fleet an easy prey—
The Monitor got in the way,

And that's what's the matter.
So health to Captain Erricsson,
I cannot tell all he has done,
I'd never stop when once begun,
And that's what's the matter.
Chorus—That's what's the matter, etc.

4. We've heard of Gen'ral Beauregard,
And thought he'd fight us long and hard,
But he has play'd out his last card.

And that's what's the matter.
So what's the use to fret and pout.
We soon shall hear the people shout-
Secession dodge is all play'd out,
And that's what's the matter.
Chorus— That's what's the matter, etc.

Silent night.
Silent night, hallowed night,

Loud and deep silent sleep.
Softly glitters bright Bethlehem's star
Beckoning Israel's eye from afar,

Where the Saviour is born.
Silent night, hallowed night,

On the plain wake the strain.
Sang by heavenly harbingers bright

ir> ' SINaiN(5 BOOK FOR

Fraught with tidings of boundless delight
Jesus, the saviour has come*

Silent night, hallowed night,

Earth awake, silence break,
High your anthems of melody raise.
Sing to Heaven in cordial praise^
Peace forever shall reign.

Our Father in Heaven,

Our father in heaven, we hallow thy name,
May thy kingdom' all holy, on earth be the same,
O give to us daily our portion of bread,
I-t is from thy bounty that all must be fed.
Forgive our trangressions and teach us to know,
That bumble compassion that pardons each foe,
Save us from temptation^ from weakness and sin.
And bine be thje glory, for ever : Amen.

The Soldier to his Mother

1. Ob the field of battle, mother,
All the night alone I lay,
Angels watching o^er me, mother.

Till the breaking of the day,
I lay thinking cf you, mother,
And the loving ones at home,
Till to our dear cottage, mother,
Boy again I seemed to come.

% He tO" whom yoa taught me, mother.

On my infant knee to pray,
Kept my heart from fainting, mother^

When the vision passed away.
3n the gray of morning, mother,

Comrades bore me to the town;
From my bosom tender fingers

Washed the Mood that tricklevi dowsi

JUVENILE CONCERTS.

3. I must soon be going, mother,

Going to the home of rest,
Kiss me, as of old, my mother,

Press me nearer to your breast.
Would I could repay you, mother,

For your faithful love and care:
God uphold and bless you, mother,

In this bitter woe you bear.

4. Kiss for me my little brother,

Kiss my sisters, loved so well ;
When you sit together, mother,

Tell them how their brother felL
Tell to them the story, mother,
When I sleep beneath the sod,
^That I died to save my country,
* All from love to her and God.

6. Leaning on the merit, mother,

Of the One who died for all.
Peace is in my bosom, mother,—

Hark ! I hear the angels call !
DonH you hear them singing, mother,

Listen to the music's swell !
Now I leave you, loving mother —

God be with you — fare you well.

Little Edward.

God intrusts to all Talents few or many ;
None so young and small that they have not any ,
Though the great and wise have a greater number ♦
Yet my one I prize, and it must not slumber.

God will surely ask, ere I enter Heaven,
Have I done the task which to me was given?
Little drops of rain bring^the springing flowers
4nd I may attain much by I'Atle powers.

Every little mite, every little measure,
Helps to spread the light, helps to swell the treas-
God intrusts to all talents few or many ; (ure.
None so young and small that the^^ have not any.

SINGING BOOK FOR

The Flag of the Free.

Nobly our flag flutters o'er us to day,
Emblem of peace, pledge of Liberty's sway,

Its foes shall tremble and shrink in dismay

If e'ei insulted it be!
Our " stripes and stars" lov'd and honor'd by all
ghall float forevor where freedom may call,

It still shall be the flag of the free,

Emblem of sweet liberty.
Cho us.— ^Here we will gather its cause to defend,
Let patriots rally and wise counsels lend.
It still shall be the flag of the free,
Emblem of sweet liberty.

With it in beauty no flag can compare,
All nations honor our banner so fair,

If to insult it, a traitor should dare

Crushed to the earth let him be !
" Freedom and Progress " our watchword to day,
When duty calls us, who dares disobey.

Honor to thee, thou flag of the free,

Emblem of sweet liberty.
Chorus. — Here we will gather, &c.

LET US CHEEEFTJL BE.

Schoolmates, let us cheerful be ;

Cheerful be, cheerful be ;
Schoolmates, let us cheerful be ;

Cheerful .... all the day.
What, if lessons do perplex us?
What, if others sometimes vex us
Oh be pleasant, kind, and true,
In our work and play.

Tral la la la la,

Tra la la la la la ; la a la.

Schoolmates, sometime we must part,
We must part, we must part,

Schoolmates, sometime we must part,
And our school be o'er.

JUVENILE CONCERTS.

Then speak kindly to each other,
As a sister, or a brother ;
Cheerful, pleasant, loving be,
Loving evermore ! Tral la, &c.

We come again.

1. We come again with songs to greet you,
To feel the warmth of every heart,

In happiness we smile to meet you,
Yet sigh to think so soon we part.

Chorus : We come, we come, we come with song to greet you,
We come, we come, we come, we come again.

2. But now again we meet in gladness,
To wipe the tear from every eye ;
Come banish from the heart all sadness.
Nor let a sorrow cause a sigh.

We come, we come, &c.

3. Oh ! hearts like these we long shall cherish,
While singing e'er our native strain :
Not one remembrance e'er shall perish,
Till we shall happily meet again. \

We come, we come, &c.

German Chorus.
Kompt Breeder kompt weer Eilen fort,

Nauch Nie Yaru-sau-lem,
Far-mar-rickt Ere nicht dee gild-na Pfort,

Dee dorten for eich glimpt,
Ine saylich-ar ort ist mine Fawder laund,

Ich winsha so sayre tsoo sine daur,
Kom angel oond reiche meer de haund,

Oond bring mich dame orta bauld nau.
Dort sing-en weer yau imer dau,

De shanesta mel o dee,
Dee nemaules dau chasoongen waar,
Ihm gaunzen laben dau,
Ine saylich-ar ort, &c«

SINGING BOOK FOR

MOUNTAINEER'S FAREWELL.

I have come from the mountains of the "Old Granite
State,"

Where the hills are so lofty, magnificent and great;
I have let't kindred spirits in the land of the blest, >
When I bade them adieu for the far distant West.
O, thy mountains! O, thy vallies! in my own

native State ;
I have come from the mountains of the ** Old
Granite State,
Where the hills are so lofty, magnificent, and great.

0 thy hills and thy vallies are sacred all to me,
No matter what in lands of others I may see,

1 may view scenes so sunny, so fair and so smooth,
Then I'll think of my cottage that stands in the grove.

0, my childhood ! O, that homestead ! in my own

native State;
O, thy hills and thy vallies are sacred all to me,
No matter what in lands of others I may see.
4 mother dear I've lost, she's gone to the grave;
She was the dearest blessing that God ever gave,
Now I go to the spot, where buried is the loved.
And I seem to hear her singing wath the Angels
above.

0, my mother ! I bless her ashes, in my own

native State;
A mother dear I've lost, she's gone to the grave ;
She left her Orphan weeping, to go to God who

gave.

Good Night.

1. Good night, one song before we part,

In friendship and delight ;
May love flow sweetly from heart to heart,
And each bid all — good night,

JUVENILE CONCERTS.

Good night, dear friends, good night :
Good night, dear friends, good night:

May love flow sweetly from heart to heart,
And each bid all — good night.
liJ. Good night dear friends, may happy days
Make every vision bright ^

And each one bathe in the golden rays,
Where none will say good night,
Good night, dear friends, good night,
Good night, dear friends, good night ;

And each one bathe in the golden rays,
Where none will say good nighty

Lovely Rose.

1. Of late so brightly glowing, lovely rose,
We here beheld thee growing, lovely rose,
Thou seem'st some angel's care.

Summer's breath was warm around thee,
Summer's beam with beauty crown'd thee,
So sweetly fair.

2. The blast to rudely blowing, lovely rose,
Thy tender form o'erthrowing, lovely rose,
Alas ! hath laid thee low,

Now amid thy native bed,
Envious weeds, with branches spread,
Unkindly grow.

MORNING'S RUDDY BEAMS,

Mornings ruddy beams
Tints the eastern sky,

CJp comrades up and climb the mountains high,
Let the sluggard sleep, for slumber we must shun
Daylight is dawning, yonder must be won.
Hark! Hark! the merry bugle sounding.
Chides our delay, chides our delay.
Haste, haste through rocks and hills rebounding

SINGING BOOK FOR

While each gallant hunter singles out its prey.
Tra la la la la la.
2. Evening's gentle ray,
Fills the glooming west,
While each gallant hunter
* Sighs for home and rest,
Gaily in our toil, roving light and free,
While each gallant hunter
Sighs for home and me.
Ha rk! &c.

The Gem of Temperance.

1. G Temperance the gem of the nation,

The home of the brave and the free,
The shrine of each patriots 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.

2. Cold water, cold water bring hither,

And fill up the cup to the brim.
May the wreath it has won ne'er wither,

Nor the star of its glory grov7 dim ;
May the subjects united ne'er sever.

But they to their colors prove true,
The Army and Navy for ever,

Three cheers for the red, white and blue.

PLEASUEE OF WAE.^
1. When the glittering banner is flying.

When the proud prancing war-horse is neighing,
And the echoes to music replying.

Then each youth thinks of glory and fame.
When the trumpet and cymbal are sounding,
When the drum to the beat is resounding,

JUVENILE CONCERTS.

Ana the foot to the march lightly bounding,

Then iiuw Caii is the pomp to our eyes.
When 'mid wounded, and bleeding, and dying,
Who unknown, and unsuccored, are lying,
While the night-wind is mournfully sighing,
Ah! who then thinks of glory or fame.

BATTLE CEY OF FREEDOM OR WE'LL RALLY ROUND

THE FLAG, BOYS.
Yes we'll rally round the flag, boys, we'll rally once again,

Shouting tha battle cry of freedom ;
We will rally from the hill-side, we'll gather from the

Shouting the battle cry of freedom. (plain,
Chorus. -The Union forever, hurrah, boys, hurrah!

Down with the traitor, up with the star ;
While we rally round the flag, boys, rally

(once again.
Shouting the battle cry of freedom.
We are springing to the call for Three Hundred Thou-

(sand more,

Shouting the battle cry of freedom,
And we'll fill the vacant ranks of our brothers gone be-

Shouting the battle cry of freedom. (fore.

Chorus. — The Union forever, &c.
We will welcome to our numbers the loyal, true and brave

Shouting the battle cry of freedom ;
And altho' he may be poor, he shall never be a slave,

Shouting the battle cry of freedom.

Chorus. — The Union forever, &c.
So we're springing to the call from the East and from the

Shouting the battte cry of freedom ; (West,
And we'll hurl the rebel crew from the land we love the

Shouting the battle cry of freedom. (best,

Chorus.— The Union forever, &c.

SINGING BOOK FOR

Overboard tKo t©a it ^000*

1. Oh ! take your taxers home, King Georg

Their tyrant rule is o'er ;
We love our cup of tea quite well,

But we love our freedom more.
Then overboard it goes, my boys ]
Where darkling waters roar ;
W^e love our cup of tea full wel
But we love our freedom more

2. So then we'll steep our roots and herbs,

And turn yours in the sea,
And let the shrimps and porpoises
Pay your taxes on your tea.

Then overboard it goes, my boys, &c.

3. We'll let the shrimps and all such like
Drink yours down in the sea;

We Yankee boys are on a strike.
And we'll pay no tax on tea.

Then overboard it 'loes, my boys, &c.

Be earful of your Money, Boys.

When life is full of health and glee,

Work, thou as busy as a bee ;

And take this gentle hint from me, —

Be careful of your money.

Be careful of your money, boys,

Be careful of your money.

You'll find it true that friends are few»

When you are short of money»

2 But do not shut sweet mercy's door,
Nor coldly turn away the poor, —
To help the needy from your store,
Be careful of your money,

JUVENILE CONCERTS,

Be careful of your money, boys,
Be careful of your money,
To help the poor that seek your door,
Be careful of your money*

IN OLDEN TIMES.

1. In olden times when boys were wild
On English soil a rose a child,

His name was Robert, true and mild
So loving, loving and good.
Chorus. Then away! away I our cause is grown stronger,
Away! away! to the Sunday School.
Then away ! away ! we can't wait any longer,
Away to the Sunday School.

2. As Robert Raikes walked out one day,
To see if children were at play,

• Some boys were seen on Sabbath day,
A playing, playing — Ah me.
Cho. Then away! away! &c.

3. In seventeen hundred eighty-one.
Across the sea in Qlous'ter town,
The glorious Sunday School began ;
Its coming ! coming ! along.

Cho. Then away! away! &c.

4. 0, how this little fire has spread,
And warmed to life the carnal dead.
And brought them to our living Head,—
So loving, loving and g®od;

Cho. Then away! away! &c,

5. Come, parents, teachers, one and all :
And never think the work is small
But listen to the heavenly call

Be workers, workers to day ;
CflO. Then away I away! Ac.

6. "When storms are past, and work is o'er
And Sunday Schools shall be no more,
We'll gather on the golden shore,
Singing glory glory to God ; ^

Dno. Then away! away! &c.

7. Then what a glorious sight 'twill be,
To see the millions of the free

All happy in eternity, —
So welcome, welcome the day I
Cho. Then ftway ! away ! &c.

SINGING BOOK FOR

REVELIE.

This night we'll join the Revelie,
The moon shines on the glassy sea,
And then no more prize for thee,
Our infant Revelie;

CHORUS.

For Lubin is a fairy king,
His birth-right place domestic ring,
To join in the festal song,
To deck each happy morn,

Come hasten to share the variagate festival, :[|
II : Spirits of air, and hills of the earth, :11
||: This is the hour of fashionable Revelie,:]]
II ; Join in the pleasure of mirth. ;1|
Tal, lal, &c.

The myrtle and the jesamine.

The persian flower, the wild wood pine,

With roses red and white combined,

To deck each happy morn.
For Lubin is a fairy king, &c.

MUSIC IN THE AIR.

There's music in the air when the infant morn is nigh,

And faint its blush is seen on the bright and laughing sky.
Many a harp's elastic sound, with its thrill of joy profound,
While we list enckanted there to the music in the air.

There's music in the air when the noontide's sultry beam
Reflects a golden light on the distant mountain stream.
When beneath some grateful shade sorrow's aching head is laid,
Sweetly to the spirit there cemes the music in the air.

There's music in the air when the twilight's gentle sigh
Is lost on evening's breast, as its pensive beauties die.
Then, oh ! then, the loved ones gone make the pure celestial song ;
Angel voices greet us there, in the music of the air.

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NEARER BY£HOME.
A crown of glory bright, by faith I see
In yonder realms of light prepaired for' me,

Chor.— I'm nearer my home, nearer my home,
Nearer my home to day ;
Yes ! nearer my home in heav'n to day
Than ever I've been before.
0 may I faithful prove, and keep the crown in view
And through the storms of life my way pursue.
Jesus be thou my gui^le, my steps attend
Oh keep me near thy side be thou my friend,
Be thou my shield and sun, my Saviour and my

[guard ;

And when my work is done, my great reward.

The hunters.

1. We roam through forest shades,

We clamber o'er the mount;
We come through summer glades,
To rest beside the fount.
10, — Boldly we roam all the day, the mountain ;
- Fearless we wander where the glaciers shine,
Joyous, at eve, we seek the fountain,
Maids of the valley, there with you to recline*
La, la la la la la, la la la la la la^

2, The rays of sunset gild

The lakelet's glassy breast;
The purple air is stilled ;

All things invite to rest^
Boldly we roam, &c»
3* On glancing, gorgeous wings,

The swallows sweeping glide;
Each bright bird sweetly sings,

This gentle eventide,
Boldly we roam, &c.

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The foot traveler,

1, On foot I gaily take my way,

Ju he, ju he, ju he !
O'er mountains bare and meadows gay,

Ju he, ju he, ju he,
And he who is not of my mind.
Another travling mate may find.
He cannot go with me, he cannot go with me,

Ju he, ju he, ju he, Tra la la la la,

Ju he, ju he, Tra la la la la.
2« This is the merry singer's way, ju he !
His footpath is with roses gay, ju he !
In every land where song is known,
Where music meets an answering tone,
That land his own must be,

Ju he, ju he, &c»
3* Foot-travel to the gay is sweet, ju he !

But heavy hearts make heavy feet, ju he !* -
The man who loves the sunshine bright,
And never peeps behind for night.
That is the man for me,

Ju he, ju he, &c.

TheMinstreK

The Minstrel saw, as damp the night descended,

From far the taper's cheering ray ;
Then seized his lute with hasty hand and entered,

Where friendship's smiles invite his stay,
The Minstrel knew where sweetest roses brightly
blow.

The minstrel knew where fondest, truest bosoms
glow;

Yet must he with the e&-rliest dawn of morning.
O'er hill and dale a v^anderer go

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Sweet were the songs thatgraced that happy meeting,

And filled the friend with true delight;

IJe sang of sweet, domestic social pleasures.

And bonds which friendly hearts unite,
The Minstrel knew where sweetest roses, &c.
With mornmg dawn, the joyous meeting ending,

The Minstrel wanders on his way,
O'er forest'glades and mountains, gaily singing,

Till echo answers back the lay,
The Minstrel knew where sweetest roses, &c.

MOBN AMID THE MOUNTAINS.

1. Morn amid the Mountains,

Love-ly solitude !
Gushing streams and fountains
Murmur " God is good."
: Mur-mur, mur-mur, mur-mur " God is good.":

2, Now, the glad sun breaking.

Pours a golden flood ;
Deepest vales awaking,
Echo, " God is good.'*
Chorus — Echo, echo, echo "God is good."
3 Hymns of praise are ringing
Through the leafy wood ;
Songsters sweetly singing
Warble " God is good."
Chorus — Warble, &c.

4. Wake, and join the chorus,
Child, with soul endued;
God, whose -smile is o'er us,
Evermore is good.
Ever, ever, evermore is good.

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WHEH THIS CRUEL WAR IS OVER.

Dearest love do you remember

When we last did meet,
How you told me that you loved me,

Kneeling at my feet ?
Oh ! how proud you stood before me,

In your suit of blue, .
When you vow'd to me and country,
Ever to be true.

Weeping, sad and lonely,

Hopes and fears, how vain.
Yet praying when this cruel war is over
Praying ! that we meet again.

When the summer breeze is sighing,

Mournfully, along !
Or when autumn leaves are falling,

Sadly breathes the song.
Oft in dreams 1 see thee lying

On the battle plain.
Lonely, wounded, even dying ;

Calling, but in vain.

Weeping, sad and lonely, &c.

If an. id the din of battle.

Nobly you should fall.
Far away from those who love you,

None to hear you call.
Who would whisper words of comfort,

Who would soothe your pain ?
Ah ! the many cruei fancies

Ever brain.

•Weeping, sad and lonely, &c.

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But our country called you, darling,

Angels cheer your way,
While our nation's sons are fighting.

We can only pray.
Nobly strike for God and liberty,

Let all nations see
How we love our starry banner,

Emblem of the free.

Weeping, sad and lonely, &o.

TEE SABBATH BELL.

1 Sv^eetly the Sabbath bell steals on the air,

That in the house of God bids us appear,
"Children of God,'* it seems softly to say,
Haste away, haste away, haste, haste away

2 Oft as the Sabbath chimes summon to pray.

May we their holy call gladly obey !
Then when the last sad bell for us shall sound
Ready all, ready all, may we be found.

SUNDAYS SCHOLARS INVITATION.

Come, come, come !

Don't delay, haste away.

To the Sabbath school to-day ;

Here to meet, and to greet.

All in friendship sweet.

Come, while yet the dews of morn

Nature all with gems adorn ;

Be in time, rain or shine —

Order is divine.
To the happy, happy school,
Joyous, joyous Sabbath school
Be in time, rain or shine-
Order is divine.

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Come, come, come!

Not a tear — naught of fear

Nor of sorrow is found here

Faces bright, tempers right,

O the happy sight !

Health and beauty all around,

And no harsh or jarrifig sound !

Light and free, full of glee,

All is harmony Chorus, — O the happy, &c

Come, come, come !

Keep the way, do not stray,

Tis the holy Sabbath day !

Hie along — join the throng

in their grateful song.

Hither come ! who would decline

Bliss so rare and joys divine ?

Pleasures pure, that endure.

All may here secure. Chorus.-O the happy &c.

The Sailor Boy's Carol.
There's joy upon the sparkling sea ;
For, blithe and gay, the sailor tells
Of many hours where pleasure dwells]
Who so happy — who so free !

Hurra ! hurra ! hurra ! hurra
List to the note — list to the song
Marked with gayest measure ;
Thoughts of his home — thoughts of his home,
Bring their truest pleasure.

La la la la, la la la la, la la la la, — la la
La la la la, la la la la, la la la la, — la la
Though tempests move the boundless rnain^
His song is heard amid the gale
That swells the vess'ers graceful sail.
Dear the feeling, sweet the strain!
Hurra ! hurra ! &c.

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NO ONE TO LOVE.

1. No one to love, none to caress,

Roaming alone through this world's wilderness,
Sad is my heart, joy is unknown,
For in my sorrow I'm weeping alone;
• No gentle voice, no tender smile,
Makes me rejoice, or cares beguile,
Chorus, — No one to love, n®ne to caress, [ness.

Roaming alone through tliis world's wiider-

2. In dreams alone, loved ones I see,

And well known voices then whisper to me;
Sighing I wake, waking I weep;
Soon with the loved and the lost I shall sleep.
Oh, blissful rest! What heart would stay,
Unloved, unbless'd, from heaven away?
CnoE-us, — No one to love, &c.

3. No one to love, none to caress.

None to respond to this heart's tenderness!
Trusting, I wait : God in his love
Promises rest in his mansions above:
Oh, bliss in store, Oh, joy mine own,
There never more to weep alone !
Chorus, — No one to love, &c.

STAR-SPAKGLED BANKER.

1, O say can you see by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming
Whose stripes and bright stars through the perilous fi^ht,
On the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming
And the rocket's red ghxe — bombs bursting in air,
Give prooi through the i ight that o^r ilag was still there;
0 say does that star-Sijangled banner yet wave,
O'er the land o the free and the home of the hravt; ?

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2. On the shore dimly seen, through the mist of the deep
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes ;
What is that which the breeze, o'er the lowering steep,
A.sit litluUy blo%vs, half conceals, half discloses ?

Now it catches the gleam of the mornings first beam,
in full glory reflected, now shines on the stream.
'Tis the star-spangled banner, &c.

3. And where is the band who vaunting-iy swore,
'Mid the havoc of w^ar and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more

Their blood hath washed out their foul footstep's poiu-
No refuge could save the hirelmg and slave, [tion ;
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave ;

And the star-spangled banner &c.
i. Oh !thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand,
Between their loved homes and the war's desolation ;
Blest with victory & peace, may the heaven rescued land
Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a na-
Then conquer we must, v/hen our cause it is just, [tion
And rkis be our motto — g-od is our trust

And the star-spangled banner &c.

Napoleons Grave.
1. On a lone barren isle, where the -wild raging billow
Assails the stern rock and the loud tempests rave,
The hero lies still while the dew drooping -willows,
Like fond weeping mourners lean over the grave.
The lightnings ma}^ flash, and the loud thunders rattle,
He heeds not, he hears not, he is free from all pam,
He sleeps his last sleep, he has fought his last battle,
No sound shall awake him to glory again.
Oh shade of the mighty, where now are thy legions,
That rushed but to conquer when thou ledst them on,
Alas I they have perished in far hilly regions,
And all save the fame of their triumph has gone,
5'he lightnings may flash and the loud thunders rattle.
They heed aot, the hear not, they are free from all pain
They sle^ep their last sleep, they have fought their last
Kg sound shnll awakft them to glory again. [battle,

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Yet, spirit immortal, the lomb can not bind thee !
For, like thine own eagle — which soars to the sua-
Thou springest from bondage, and leavest behind the*
A name which before thee no mortal had won.
Tho' nations"may combat and loun thunders rattle,
No more on thy steed shalt thou sweep o'er the plain,
Thou steepest thy last sleep, thou hast fought thy last
No sound shall awake thee to glory again, [battle.

The dying Childs appeal to her drunken father*

1, Stay, Father stay I the night is wild,
O leave not now your dying Child
I feel the icy hand of Death,

And shorter, shorter grows my oreath*
,2 Stay, Father stay ! E're morning light
My soul may take its upward flight,
And O ! 1 cannot, cannot die,

While thou my father art not by.
Stay, Father stay ! my mother's gone,

And you and I are left alone,
And in her star-lit home on high
She'll weep that I alone should die.

4. Stay, Father stay ! O leave this night
The madning bowl whose withering blight

Has cast so dark a shade around
The home, where joy alone is found.

5. Stay, Fath*er stay ! Alone, alone.
With none to cheer and none to mourn,

I cannot leave this world of wo
And to the land of Spirits go.

6. Stay, Father stay ; once more I ask
O count it not a heavy task

To stay with me till life shall end
My last, my onlv e?\rthlv friend*

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THE DEUHKAED'S LITTLE BOY,

Who committed Suicide iu Oliio, on account of his Father be-
coniing a Drunkard, (By Miss L. Right.)

1. O let me go home,there's no more pleasures for nfe

I'm going to roam in a happy home,

Where drunkards Children are free.

Tve played with my mates; with pleasure been

But now the boys suspend their Joys [half wild,

To frown on a drunkards Child.
Chor. O Boys this cruel world, I wish that I could Die

ril soon lie down in the burying ground;

Mother dont you cry.
2» Yes let me go home, And see my Mother once

And then away to the barn to day: [more,

And then to Death's dark door.

iN^ouse forme now I've played the last at my play;

For my father's shame, I bear the blame

Fm despisad and driven away.

O boys this cruel world &c.

.Farewell to the boys with hearts so happy and

In study and play they spend the day, I [light

And have happy homes at night.
' . Farewell to disgrace, my tatter'd clothes you see

Pin going to live where the laws Vv'ill give

Protection to mother and me.

O boy's this cruel world &c.
4. Farev/ell to the hut, not fit to be called our home

When there I go 'tis sorrow and wo,

I'd rather go down to the tomb.

Farewell to the man, that made my father a

Vv' ho'li com© I hope and remove the rope [wretch

From around my furrowed neck.
5 . O boys this cruel world, I nowswin^ off and die

So carry me down to the burying ground

Mother dopt you cry.

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Farewell poor little boy from earth you are driven
And fed by law is the hungry maw ^Laway
That devoured thee up to day.
How dark is that crime that makes a brute ot
And drives a child to a maniac wild (man
Proscribed by legal ban.

Farewell poor little boy, No wonder yoii chose to
We'll carry you down to the burying groimd(Die
And for the Maine Law cry.

HURRA FOR OUR UKION

AIR "Dixies Land."
Let all good Union men about,
Come join us in a glorious shout,

Hurra, hurra, hurra, hurra!
For Union and our country dear,
We'll raise aloft a hearty cheer,

Hurra, hurra, hurra, hurra!
CHORUS.— Then for our Union we will stand,

Hurra, hurra !
And all throughout this happy land,'
We'll join together heart and hand,
Hurra, hurra! then hurra for our Union,
Hurra, hurra, then hurra for o'Ar Union.
Let us unite with all our might,
And drive Disunion from our sight.

Hurra, &c.
And let all people know their doom
If they too much on us presume.

Hurra, &c. CHOR.— Then for our Union,&c.
Oh! may our Stars and Stripes still wave.
Forever o'er the free and brave.

Hurra, &c.
And our motto ever be —

For Union and for Liberty, Hurra, &c. CHOR .
From Maine to Texas, let the cry
Of Union mount up to the sky, Hurra, &c.
And from Atlantic may its roar
Be heard on old Pacific's shore. Hurra, &C.CHOR .
And now, dear friends, let one and all
Respond unto his country'^ call, Hurra, &c.
For Union in our land so blest,
. From North to South, from East to West,
Hurra, &c, CHOR.— Then for our Union, iie.

SINGING BOOK FOft

Pleasure in Singing.
X What delight, what joy rebounds,
From our music-laden breast,
II : When the cheerful song resounds, :]
in the clear and bright sunshine,
Through the wood and in the vale,
II : Does it gaily echo round. :[|
Tra, la, la, &c.
2» What delight, what pleasure 'tis,
When the hours return to us,

II : Bearing joys like ours to-day; :||
Youthful mirth and youthful might,
In our joys by day and night,

J|: Bend to music's pleasing sway.
3* True delight, unmarred by care,
Surely is their rightfoi share,

!|: Who with music banish strife, :||
Heart with heart, and hand in hand,
' et us be a merry band ;
Music is the soul of life.
Tra, la, la, &c.

THE YOUNG RIDEB.

1 One summer morning early,

My pony I bestrode,
And by my Anna's cpttfige,

I took the well known mad,
For it was my greatest pride,

That she should see me ride.
Trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, pony,

Trip, trip, trip, trip, merrily.

2 To show my skilful riding,

I spurred him very sly,
Alas ! he reared and thr«w me
Into a dit^h hard by ;

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Then off he went, like wind,

And left me there behind.
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, pony,

Stop, stop, stop, stop, amiably.
3 On hands and knees I scramble,

And reach, at length, dry land,
And 0 ! in such a pickle.

Before her face I stand !
But worse than all by half,

I heard Miss Anna laugh !
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,

Ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho !

So dripping home I go.

Keiiud for three Classes.

Cheerily, cneerily sound the strain.
Happily, happily meet again.
All, all, all are here.

Sleepy Time.
We are all noddin, nid nid noddin,
We are all noddin, and dropping of? to sleep,
To gain your approbation we have all done our best,
So we beg you'll now excuse us, a n v/e'U home to our
rest,

(Spoken,) And now friends, you see how sleepy we are
getting ; excuse us this evening, and to-morrow
morning we will be up with the lark, singing

Up in the mornings cheerful light.

Up in the morning early,

The sun is shining warm and bright

And the birds are singing cheerily.

(Spoken,) But now we can only sing ;

"We are all noddin, nid nid noddin, &c.*
[Spoken,] Our parents dear are waiting; Oh we hope
they will not scold; Our teacher too is tired;
therefor good liight, young and old,

Por we are aH nodding,

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There is no one like a Mother.

1. When the heart is sad and lonely,

And the mind is filled with care,
Life is a burden only,

For the weary soul to bear:
Then should we try to smother,

The spell beyond our power,
There is no one like a mother,

In that dark and cheerless hour.

2. Should our faith in friends be shaken;
Let us wander where we will,
Tho' we feel as if forsaken,

There is one to love us still,
Her love is like none other.
How e'er our fate be cast,
^ For there's no one like a mother,
Ever faithful to the last. ^

3. Oh the heart may have its pleasures,

And the soul may have its rest,
But of all our dearest treasures,

Is a mothers love the best.
Ah ! never can another,

Her place in life supply.
For there's no one like a mother,

And we dread to see her die.

A Social Song,

1. I'm very fond of a social song-,
So am I, so am I,
It makes the time glide merry along,

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And fills the past with pleasure ;
For sparkling wit doth brighter shine,
When thus begot by songs of thine;
But sad is the time,
When a discord you find —
Oh, that's not my fault!
Nor mine ! nor mine !

Though life is short we may now be gay
Banish far all care and sorrow,
Wisdom says enjoy to-day.

Though trouble comes to-morrow.
2. 1 like with neighbors an hour to pass,
kSo do 1, so do I,
But he that does not them possess

Cannot enjoy true pleasure;
For friendship's joys are so divine,
When round the heart they fondly twine.
But cold grows our love.
If e'er heartless they prove;
But that's not my way, —
Nor mine ! nor mine'
Though life, &c

1. In the good old colony times,
When we were under the king,
Three roguish chaps fell into mishaps,
Because they could not sing,

Because they could not sing.

2. Now the first he was a miller,
And the second he was a weaver,
And the third he vvas a little tailor,
Three roguish chaps together,

Three roguish chaps together.
3* Now the miller he stole corn,
And the weaver he stole yarn,
And the little tailor he stole broadcloth,
To keep the three rogues w arm,
To keep the three rogues warm.

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4, Now the miller got drowned in his dam,
And the weaver got hung in his yarn,
And the sheriff clap'd his paw on the little tailor,
"With the broadcloth under his arm,
With the broadcloth under his arm.

Eound for four Classes.

Scotland's burn'rig, Scotland's burning,
Look out ! Look out !
Fire ! Fire! Fire ! Fire !
Cast on water, cast on wate

Round for four voices.

Let us endeavor,

To see that whenever,

We join in a song,

We can keep time together.

He doetli all things Avell.

I ^emember how I loved her, when a little guiltless child
I Saw her in the cradle as she looked on me and smiled'
My cup of happiness was full, my joy, words cannot tell ;
And 1 blessed the glorious giver, "who doeth all things
well."

Months pass'd, that bud of promise, was unfolding every
hour,

I thought that earth hnd neversmiled upon a fairer flower.
So beautiful it well might grace the bow'rs where angels
dwell.

And waft his fragrance to his throne v^ho doeth all things
well.

That starwent down in beauty yet it shineth sweetly no\y
In the bright and dazzling coronet, that decks the Sa*
viour's brow,

Sh bowed to the distroyer whose shafts none may repel.
But we know, for God hath told us, "he doeth all things
well"

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I remember well my sorro ^ as I stood beside her bed,
And my deep, and heartfelt anguish, when they told us

she was dead,
And oh ! that cup of biiterness let not my heart rebel,
God gave, he took, he will restore, "he doeth all things

well."

UHCI.E SAM'S FARM.

Of all the mighty NatioDS in the East or in the West,
Ob, this glorious Yankee nation is the greatest and the best,
We have room fur all creation, and our banner is unfurled,
Here's 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 Uncie Sam is rich enough to give us all a farm.

St. Lawrence marks our Northern line, so" fast her waters flow.
And the Kio Grande our Southern bound way down to Mexico,
From the great Atlantic Ocean where the sun begins to dawn,
Leaps across the Kocky Mountains, away to Oregon.

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, &c.

;Our fathers gave us liberty, and little did they dream,
Ihe grand results that flow along ihis mighty age of steam,
For our mountains, lakes and rivers are all a blaze of fire,
And we send our news by lightning on telegraphic wire.

Come along, «£;c.

Yes, we aie bound to beat the nations, for our motto 's go ahead,
And we'll tell the foreign paupers that our people are well fed.
For the nations must remember, that Uncle tSam is not a fool,
For the people do the voting, and the children go to school.

Come along, ic.

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Indian Chief.

1.0! why doth the white man follow my path,
xjike the hound on the tiger's track,
Doth the flush on my dark cheek
Waken his wrath, doth he covet the bow at my back
Like the hound on the tiger's track,
Doth the flush on my dark cheek
Waken his wrath 5 doth he covet the bow at my back
He hasrivors and seas where the billows and breeze
Bears riches for him alone.

And the sons of the wood never plunge in the flood
Which the white man calls his own, ya, ha.
Then why should he come to the stream,
Where none but the red man dares swim.
Why, why should he wrong the hunter, one
Who never did harm to him, ya, ha, ya.

2. The Father^above thought fit to give
The white man corn and wine,
There are golden fields where he may live,
But the forest shades are mine.
1 he white man corn and wine,
There are golden fields where he may live,
But the forest shades are mine.
The Eagle hath its place of rest,
The^'wild horse where to dwell.

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And the spirit that gave the bhd i ts nest,

Made me a home as well, ya ha.

Then back, go back from the red man's track,

For the hunter's eyes grow dim,

To find that the white man wrongs the one

Who never did harm to him, ya, ha, ya, ha.

THAT BBAUTIPUL LAND.

1) A beautiful land by faith I see,
A land of rest, from sorrow free,

The home of ransomed, bright and fair,
And beautiful angels too, are there.
Cho. Will you go ? Will you go ?

Go to that beautiful land with me ?

Will you go ? Will you go ?

Go to that beautiful land ?

2) That beautiful land, the city of light,

It ne'er has known the shades of night ;
The* glory of God, the light of day
Hath driven the darkness far away.
Choo Will you go ?

S) In vision I see its streets of gold,
Its beautiful gates I too behold,
The river of life, the crystal sea,
The ambrosial fruit of life's fair tree.
Cho. Will you go ?

4) The heavenly throng arrayed in white,
In rapture range the plains of light ;
And in one harmonious choir they praise
Their glorious Saviour's matchless grace.
Oho. Will you go ?

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OH COMS TO THE SUNDAY SCHOOL.

1) Oh, come to the Sunday school with me,
Where sweetly the hours will pass away I
Oh, come with a footstep light and free,
And make no delay, make no delay,
orus— Around and about us true happiness floats,

While voices that love us breathe out their soft notf
Ko place is so pleasant, so happy and free,
As the dear Sunday school for you and for me.

2) We've teachers and scholars kind and true ;
We've plenty of books, both old, and new ;
We read, and we sing, and join in prayer,
*Tis sweet to be there, sweet to be there.

Chorus — Around and &c.

MARCHING ALONG.

The children are gathering from near and from far,
The trumpet is sounding the call for the war,
The conflict is raging, 'twill be fearful and long,
We'll gird on our armor, and be marching along.

Chorus, — Marching along, we are marching along,
Gird on the armor and be marching along,
The conflict is raging, 'twill be fearful and long,
Then gird on the armor and be marching along.

The foe is before us in battle array,
But let us not waver, nor turn from the way,
The Lord is oui* Strength, be this ever our song,
With courage and fuith we are marching along.
Cnoiius, — Marching along, etc.

We've listed for life, and will camp on the field.
With Chi'ist as our Captain we never will yield ;
The "sword of the Spirit," both trusty and strongs
We'll hold in our hands as we're marching along,
(^iioaus,— Mareihsg along etq.

ICVBTNILIS CONCBRTt.

Through conflicts and trials our crowfts we must win
Far here we contend 'gainst temptation and sin ;
But one thing assures us, we cannot go wrong,
If trusting our Saviour while marching along.
CHoaus, — Marching along, etc.

MORNING.

I Morning light is coming,
Stars now fade away ;
Over highest hill tops
Brightly glimmers day.

La la la, la la ia
^ Nature's feathery songster,
Loud their notes resound ;
Lovely flowers are spreading
Odors all around.

3 See the silvery dew-drops.

Gleaming on the grass ;
Bees begin their labor.
Humming as they pass.

4 Morning light ! I hail thee.

After peaceful rest ;
Let the song of gladness
Swell my grateful breast

Home Sweet Home.

'Mid the pleasures and palaces, though we may tqaw.
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 world, is ne'er met with el8ot»fi<prc
Home, home, sweet home ! there s no place like home ;
There's no place like home.
''An exile from home, splendour dazzles in vain ;
Oh ! give me ray lowly thatch'd cottage again.
The birds singing gaily, that came at my call.
Give me them, with the peace of mind, dearer than »!1
Home, home, sweet home 1 there'8 no place like hom*.
There's Qo place like home.

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WHO WILL CARE FOR MOTHER, NOW.

Wliy am I so weak and weary ?

See how faint my heated breath ;
All around to me seems darkness;

Tell me comrades, is this death?
Ah I how well I know your answer,

To my fate I meekly bow,
If you'll only tell me truly

Who will care for mother now ?
Chorus. — Soon with angels I'll be marching,
With bright laureJs on my brow ;
I have for my country fallen,
Who will care for mother now ?
Who will comfort her in sorrow ?

Who will dry the falling tear,
Gently smooth. her wrinkled forehead?

Who will whisper words of cheer?
Even now I think I see her

Kneeling, praying for me I how
Can I leave her in her anguish?
Who will care for mother now ?
Chorus, — Soon with angels, &c. ^
Let this knapsack be my pillow ;

And my mantle be the sky ;
Hasten comrades to the battle!

^I will like a soldier die.
Soon with angels I'll be marching,
With bright laurels on my brow ;
I have for my country fallen,
Who will care for mother now ?
Chorus. — So®n with angels, &c.

June lovely June. Round in four parts.
June lovely June, Now beautifies the ground
The notes of the Coockoo, Thro' the glad earth

resound.

JUVENILE CONCERTS

**Tii8 Limpid Stream I call my Dazzling Home."

The limpid stream 1 call my dazzling home,
And coral bow'rs are built for me,
With lightsome step to join the feast I come,
And sport upon the flowery lea.
With many a pearl and sparkling gem,
I've deck'd my robes and diadem.
My tresses flow as light and free,
As rippling waves upon the sea^

2. The water lily and the hollow reed, %
The sounding shell and coral wreath.
The buds that blossom on the river weed,
- More rich than those of dreary heath
All these I give, an offering free.
For smiles and cheering melody;
For mine has been the mournful tune,
Of waves complaining to the moon.

MOEliriNG SONG.

1. II :Good morning! good morning! good morning! :|i

Arise ! the blush of the morning bright.
Now tips the hills with morning light,
0, come our sister flow'rets all list ye to our
Chorus: [m_erry call,

II : Good morning! good morning! good morning! :1|

2. II : Good morning, &c. :||

The night has kindly o'er us wept,
And watch'd us while we sweetly slept,
W^hile grateful for another day, Hail we its re-
Chorus — Good morning, &c. [turning ray.

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SWEET HOUR OP PRAYER

1) Sweet hour of prayer ! Sweet Iiour of prayer !
That calls rue from a world of care,

And bids me at my Father's throne,
Make all my wants and wishes known ;
. In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief!
|: And oft escaped the tempter's snare
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer, :j|

2) Sweet hour of prayer ! Sweet hour of prayer.'
Thy wings shall my petition bear,

To him whose truth and faithfulness,
ifngage the waiting soul to bless;
And since he bids me seek hin face,
Believe his word, and trust his grace,
[|: I'll cast on him my every care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer! :j|

8) Sweet hour of prayer! Sweet hour of prayerl
May I thy consolation share ;
Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height,
I -view my home, and take my flight;
This robe of flesh I'll drop and rise
To seize the everlasting pri^^e;
fj: And shout, while passing through the air,
Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer. :j

Temperance Song.

I Come all you who are fond of singing,
Let us set a song a ringing,
Sound the chorus strong and hearty,
And we'll make a jovial party.

Get out of the way, old SirToddy,
We've a drink that's just the toddy.

3 Some love rum and some love brandy,
And some drink whatever comes handy ;
But we'll lump it in a body,
And we'll call it old Sir Toddy.
Get out the way, &c ,

JUVENILE CONCERTS.

3 He who drinks cold water only,
Ne'er will leave his fireside lonely,
But his home a happy place is,
With its cleanly smiling faces.

Get out the way, iicc.
Toddy steals a man's good feelings,
He's a rogue in all his dealings.
Smirks and smiles until he's bound you,
Then, O crackey, how he'll pound you.
Get out the way, &c.

5 Then we used to all get merry,
Drunk on rum, and corned on cherry^
Now we've a drink as sweet as honey,
Without price and without money.

Got out of the way with yonr brandy
We've a drink that's. just the dandy.

6 Time was once when evtry body
Drank their gin or brandy toddy,
But now a new reform's beginning,
Drinking liquor now is sinning.

Get out of the way, &;c«

7 Mitchell set the ball a running,
And gave notice of its coming,
How it rolled to every station
In our own great Yankee nation.

Push it along, keep it moving,

The temperance cause is still improving.

Come, O Come with me»
Come, 0 come with me, the moon is beaming,
Come, 0 come with me,'the stars are gleaming ^
All around, above, with beauty teeming,
Moonlight hours are made for love*
Tra la la la la la la, &;c.

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My skifl 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.
Tra la la la la la la, &c.

I'll he a Man.

I'm but a little fellow now,

Between three feet and four;
But if I keep on growing fast,
I'll soon be three feet more,
Although but nine short years as yet

Above my head have run?^
When a dozen more have passed away,
Then I'll be twenty-one.
Oh, ye great men.
Oh, don't ye fret for me,
I'll be a gieat man by and by,
And strive for liberty.

2 I wear a cap and apron now
And dress as mother tells.
But then I'll have a hat and coat

Like anybody else,
ni have a pocket in each side—

A watch within my vest,
^. dickey and a neckerchief.
As smart 's the very best.
Men of fashion,
\ Don't you fret for me,

I'll be a great man by and by,
Though small I now may be.
i A tippler I will never be.

No drop my lips shall pass,

JUVENILE CONCERTS.

I'll sign the true tetotal pledge

And keep it ttll the last.
Ner will I use the poison weed

Which now so many crave,
Because I mean to be a man
And never be a slave.
Oh, ye Tipplers,
Don't ye fret for me,
For when I come to be a man,
I'm g®ing to be free.

4 And many years must pass away,
And I must go to school,
That if they chose me President

I may know how^ to rule ;
With knowledge I n ust store my mind

For though I'm e'er so tall.
If I am rude and ignorant
I shall be very small.
Men of learning.
Don't you fret for me ;
I'll study, that when I'm a man
A wise one I will be.

Hail Columbia*

Hail Columbia, happy land I
Hail, ye heroes, heaven-born band!
Who fought and bled in freedoms cause,
(W^ho fought and bled in freedoms cause,)
And when the storm of war was gone.
Enjoyed the peace your valor won;
Let Independences be your boast,
Ever mindful what it cost.

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Ever grateful for the prize.
Let its altar reach the skies.

Firm, united let us oe,
Rallying round our liberty!
As a band of brothers joined,
Peace and afety we shall find.
Immortal Patriots, rise once more !
Defend your rights, defend your shore;
Let no rude foe with impious hand,
(Let no rude foe with impious hand,)
Invade the shrine where sacred lies.
Of toil and blood, the well-earned prize
While offering peace, sincere and just,
In heaven we place a manly trust,
That truth and justice may prevail,
And every scheme of bondage fail.

Firm, united, &c.
Behold the chief, who now commands,
Once more to serve his country, stands.
The rock on v/hich the storm will beat!
(The rock on which the storm will beat!)
But armed in virtue, firm and true,
His hopes are fixed on heaven and you;
When hope was sinking in dismay,
When gloom obscured Columbia's day
His steady mind from changes free,
Resolved on death or Libert)^
Firm, united, &c.

"round.

Sing me another before we depart,
Sing in the praise of our musical art,

Sin g

Do do do sol sol sol do.

JUVENILE CONCERTS

The Truant Boy.

There was a young truant, they called him Lazy Bill,

He's fled long n^o, long ago ! .
When last I saw him, he ran bel!!nd the mill^

For to run, sir, he was'nt very slow.
Chorus — Then place all his books in a row ;. —
Pack up his trinkets for a show ;
No more lessons for poor young Bill,
He's gone v/here the old truants go.
His hands were dirty as dirt could ever make, —

His face — oh, it wasn't very clean !
His hair, if you combed it the comb would surely break ;
His clothes scarcely fit to be seen.

Then place all his books in a row, &c.
One morning I met Lazy Bill in the street ;

Said I, Going to school, Bill, to-day ?"
But he saw the master coming, so he picked up his feet,
And he ran, like a woodchuck, away !

Then place all his books in a row, &c.
One dark, rainy day. Bill thought he'd venture in,

Teacher set him a task all alone ;
But he had'nt studied long ere we heard a mighty din
Out the window had Lazy Bill gone,

Then place all his books in a row, &c.
One night he stole a watch from Mr. Thomas Page,

Lazy Bill, — what a silly boy was he !
They took him off to jail and put him in a cage—
He'd better let the gold watch be I

WHilT IS HOME WITHOUT A MOTHEK 1
1. What is home v^ithout a mother,

What are all the joys we meet,
When her loving smile no longer

Greets 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 pleasure
When her gentle, gentle care is gone !

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2, Things we prize are first to vanish,

Hearts we love, do pass away.
And how soon, e'en in our childhood,

We behold her turning, turning grey;
Her eye grows dim, her step is slow,

Her joys of earth are passed;
And sometimes e'er we learn to know her

She has breathed on earth, on earth her last

3. Older hearts may have their sorrow^s,

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 ;

W^hat is home without, without her there ]

VIVE LA COMPAI^Y.

1. Where merry friends meet in harmony sweet,

Vive la company
Wake right cherrily the song and the glee ;

Vive la company —
O, vive la, vive la, vive la song — vive la, vive

la, vive la glee —
Vive la song, vive la glee, vive la company.

2. When music flows free, then happy are we —

Vive la Company —
For gloomy thoughts flee from sweet melody —
Vive la Company, &c.

3* Then sing ye with me, my merry mates free,
Vive la company —
And oft may it be these hours we. see ;

Vive la company — &c.

JUVENILE CONCERTS.

GOOB-NIGHT !
1» Good-night to a, we've sung our lay
Good-night to a, we must away !
Good-night to a, we've sung our lay,
Good night to a, we must away ! || :
The moonlight dances on the lake,

And heav'n is mirror'd in its waveless breast
The placid stars their song awake,

And !u the gentle zephyrs in to rest. :[|:
The moonlight &c.
Away to our couch, then, of liiies and roses,
^nd peace o the bower where the fairy repose

FAIRY BELLE,

1. The pride of the village, and the fairest in the dell,
Is the queen of my song, and her name is Fairy Belle :
The sound of her light step may be heard upon the hill,
Like the fall of the snow drop or the drip'oing of the

rill,

Chorus, — Fairy Belle, gentle Fairy Belle,

The star of the night and the lily of the day,
Fairy Belle, the queen of the dell.

Long m ay she revel on her bright sunny way

2. She slugs to the meadows, and she carols to the streams,
She laughs in the sun light, and smiles while in her

dreams ;

Her hair, like the thistle down, is borne upon the air.
And her heart like the humming bird's, is free from
every care,
Chorus, — Fairy Belle, &c.

3. Her soft notes of melody around me sweetly fall ;
Her eye full of love, is now beaming on my soul;
The sound of that gentle voice, the glance of that eye.
Surround me with rapture that no other heart could

sigh.

Chorus, — Fairy Belle, &c.

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We're Marching Down to Dixie's Land.

1, Good news, good news from Dixie's land,

From Dixie*s land, from Dixie's land ;
The rebel cause is at a stand,
And treason's going; do^^n,
The rebels sir.g another song " In Dixie's Land"

Tbey find they pitch'd the first one wrong,
And treiison's going down.

We've struck the poison snakea blow, "In Dixie's Land,"
Secession stock is running low,
And treason's going down!
Chorus, — 0 we're marching down to Dixie's land,
To Dixie's land, to Dixie's land,
And our flag shall wave to the Eio Grande,
And treason shall go down !

2. Dupont and Sherman took a sail, "to Dixie's land,"

With little stores of iron hail"
To put rebellion down;

They called to see Miss Caroline, "in Dixie's land,"
Found Beaufort Harbor mighty line,

To put rebellion down;
With shot and shell and Yankee trick, " in Dixie's Land,"

They put the rogues to double quick,
And treason shall go down I
Chorus, — 0 we're marching, &c.

S. They sent two envoys plenipo, "from Dixie's land "

To Johnny Bull acd John Crapeau,
Lest-treason should go down ;

They rowed about from shore to shore, "in Dixie's land"
Till John Bull lent a helping oar.

Lest treason should go down;
A gallant plucky commodore "from Yankee land"

Just bagged them both, though John Bull swore,
And treason shall go down !
Chorus, — 0 we're marching. &c.

4. John Bull is in growling mood "for Dixie's land,"

He'd help the rebels if he could.
Lest treason should go doAvn, (land '*

W e've whipped him twice, if he'll call again "on sea or
He'll find us stocked with pluck and men,

And treason shall go down;
John Bull we'll meet as friend or foe, on sea or land,**

We love his smile, we dare Lis biov.
But treason shall go down !
Chorus,— O we're marching.

JTDVENILE CONCERTS.

5. A valiant man is General Bragg, " in Dixie's land,"

IJe fondly thought to trail our flag,
And capture Col. Brown ;

With shot and shell ho blazed away, " in Dixie's land,"
But soon he found it sorry play,

The flag would not come down;
Old Harvey Brown cut short his fun, "in Dixie's land,"

And boasting Bragg cut stick and run,
And treason slmll go down !
Chorus, — 9 we're marching, Ac.

6. March on, march on, our cause is just, "to Dixie's l&nd,'*

With loyal hearts and God our trust,
To put rebellion down ;

The blood of martyred brothers cries " from Dixie's land,"
Avenge avenge our sacrifice,

And put rebellion down.
The trumpet sounds, the wiir cry rings, "in Dixie's land;**

'Mid clashing steel each brave heart springs.
To put rebellion down !
Chorus, — 0 we're marching. &c.

E PLURIBUS UMUM.

Though many and bright are the stars that appear,

In that Flag by our country unfurled ;
And the stripes that are swelling in majesty there,

Like a rainbow adorning the world,
Their lights are unsullied as those in the sky,

By a deed that our Fathers have done;
And they're leagued in as true and as holy a tie,

In their motto of " Many in One."

From tho hour when those patriots fearlessly flung,

That banner of starlight abroad ;
Ever true to themselves, to that motto they clung,

As they clung to the promise of God;
By the bayonet traced at the midnight of war.

On the fields where our glory was won ;
Oh ! perish the heart or the hand that would mar,

Our motto of " Many in One."
Then up with our flag, let it stream on tho air,

Though our fathers are cold in their graves;
They had hiAndt' that could strike, they had souls that could dar«

And their nons were not born to be slaves.
Up, up with that banner, wher'er it may call.

When its stars shall b« trailM on tho g^rouTiii.

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VIVA L' AMERICA.

Noble Republic ! happiest of lands,

Foremost of nations, Columbia stands ;
Freedom's proud banner floats in the skies,

"Where shouts of Liberty daily arise.
"United v.'e stand, divided we tall,''

Union forever — freedom to all.
Chorus. — Throughout the world our motto shall be,
Yiva FAmerica; home of the free.
Should ever traitor rise in the land,

Curs'd be his homestead, withei'd his hand;
Shame be his memory, scorn be his lot,

Exile his heritage, his name a blot;
"United we stand, divided we fall,"

Granting a home and freedom to all.
Chorus.— Throughout the "vvorld, &c.
To all her heroes, Justice and Fame,

To all her foes, a traitor's foul name ;
Our "Stars and Stripes" still proudly shall wave

Emblem of Liberty, flag of the brave,
"United we stand, divided we fall,"

Gladly we'll die at our country's call.
Ch®rus.— Throughout the world. &c.

MARSEILLES HYMN.

Ye sons of Freedom, awake to glory,

Hark ! hark ! what myriads bid you rise I
Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary,

Behold their tears and hear their cries.
Shall hateful tyrants, mischiefs breeding,
With hireling hosts, a ruflSan 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 resolv'd
On victory or death.
0 Liberty ! can man resign thee,

Once having felt thy generous flame?
Can dungeons, bolts, or bars coniine 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 ! to arms' ye brave; &c.

JUVENILE CONCERTS.

Farewell. .

Ye sisters farewell, farewell !
Ye whispering bushes, where bright water gushes,
Ye wandering streams, ye wandering streams,
Of you while here I'm dreaming,
The tears are slowly streaming.
Ye sisters, farewell ;
Ye sisters, farewell, farewell.
Ye brothers farewell, farewell !
Ye sons of the mountain, by brook and by fountain.
So dear to the heart, so dear to the heart,
No more I hear you sounding.
From peak to peak rebounding.
Ye brothers, farewell
Ye brothers, farewell, farewell.
Ye friends, O farewell, farewell!
We; thank you for lending your kind attention.
With all that we love, with all that we love,
Our heart's-home art thou, ever.
Can we forget ye 1 Never ! &c

The Gentlemen Workers.

1, Is^ Dlv^ I am a little farmer,

My produce all is cheap ;
2d Div, And I'm a little miller.

The nicest flour I keep ;
3c? Div, And I'm a little haher.

As neat as e'er was seen ;
4d Div. And I'm a little butcher,

My meat is fresh and clean.
V/, Cho, Tra la la, &c.

2. \st Div, I am a little hlacksmiih,

I'll set your horse's shoe
2f/ Div, And I'm a little carperder,

' I'll make a house for you ;
3J Div, And I'm a little tailor,

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*I warrant all my suits ;
4:ih Div^ A shoemaker am I, sir, —

Prav, buy a pair of boots
W. Cho^ Tra la la, &c
3. 1st Din, I am a little hatter^

Your head I'll cover well ;
2 J Dtv, And I'm a little tinner,

My wares I wish to sell ;
3c? Dit\ And Tm a little /)am/er.

Don't let your house get gray,
ah Div^ And I am a little dentist

Don't let your teeth decay.
TV Cko. Tra la la, &c.

Finishing Chorus *
We all are merry Workers^

We'll keep in pleasant mood ;
No matter what our trade is,

If we're but doing good.
The world is wide and needy,

And if we all are true,
The world will be the better

For what we Workers do»

FADED FLOWERS.

The flowers I saw in the wild wood.

Have since dropped their beautiful leaves,
And the many dear friends of my childhood,

Have slumbered for years in their graves ;
But the bloom on the flowers I remember,

Though their smiles I shall never more see,
For the cold chilly winds of December

Stole my flowers, my companions, from me.
The roses may bloom on the morrow,

And many dear friends I have won,
But my heart can part with but sorrow,

When T think the on^s that aro ^on<».

JDVENILE CONCERTS.

'Tis no wonder that I am broken-hearted,

And stricken with sorrow should be,
For we have met, we have loved, v;e have parted,

My flowers, my companions, and me.
How dark looks this world, and how dreary,

When we part from the ones that we love,
But there's rest for the faint and the weary,

And friends meet with lost ones above ;
Bat in heaven I con but remember,

VVhen from earth my proud soul shall be free,
That no cold chilly winds of December

Shall steal my companions from me.

BOK'T YQU HSAE THE AHGSL3 COMING ?

1. Holy angels in their flight,

Traverse over earth and sky,
Acts of kindness their delight.
Winged with mercy as they fiy,
Chorus. — Don't you hear them ? coming over hill
and plain,

Scattering music in their heavenly train!
Oh! don't you hear the angels coming,
singing as they come]
^ Oh ! bear me angels, angels bear me home.

2. Tho' their forms we cannot see,

They attend and guard our v.ay,
Till we join their company
In the fields of heavenly day.
Chorus. — Don't you hear, &c.

3. Had we but an angel's v*^ing,

And an angel's heart of fiame
Oh, how sweetly would we ring

4. Yet methinks if 1 should die,
And become an angel too,
I, perhaps, like them might fly,
And the Saviour's bidding do.
Chorus.— Don't you hear, &;c.

A social song
Battle Cry
Be earful of your money, boys
Colony Times,

Come, 0 come with me .

Dear Mother I've come home to die

Dont be angry Mother

Don't you hear the Angels com.

E Pluribus Uunm.

Fairy Belle - - -

Faded Flowers,

Farev/ell

Good "News from Dixie's
German Chorus. .
Good night
Good night

He doeth all things well
Home sweet home ,
Mail Columbia
Ho,! for the Gunboats, .
Hurra for our Union
I'll awake at the dawn
Indian Chief

1 wandered by the Brookside
In Olden Times
I'll be a man

June lovely June. — Round
Let us cheerful be
Little Edward
Lovely Rose
Little things
Marseiles Hymn,
Morning's Rudy beams -
Morning song
Mountaineer's Farewell
Mid-uight hour .
Morning

Marching Along ,

Music in the air

My boy, how can I seeyoa die?

No One to Love

No one like a Mother.

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j Napoleon's grave

Nearer by home . , 27

Overboard the tea it goes 2i

O God, preserve the mariner 46

pleasure of War . . 22

pleasure in singing , . 38

Round for three classes . 39

Round for four classes . 42

Round for four voices . 42

Round . , 64

.Revelie - - - 26

Silent night . . 15

Silence . , . 14

Sleepy time . . 39

Sundays Scholar's Invitation 31

Sweet hour of praver - - 50

That beautiful land 45

The Flag of the Free • . 18

That's what's the matter - • 14

The Sabbath Bell 31

The dying child to her mother 10

The S. S. S. experience
The gem of temperance
The hunters .
The foot traveller
The Minstrel
The sailor boy's carrol
The star-spangled banner

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27
28
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32
33

The dying child appeal to her 35

The drunkards little boy
The Young Rider
The Hobby Horse
The limpid stream I call my
Temperance-song
The truant boy
The gentlemen workers
The Soldier to his mother ,
Uncle Sam's Farw
Vive La Company
Viva I'America
Wh^Vil) care for mother now
We come again
When this Cruel Wz,T is over