"PEORIA" S SONS BOOK ? (Third Revised Edition) ^ Published and Printed for Free Distribution by *~*^ EDWARD J. JACOB. PRINTER ^ 424 Falton St. Peoria, Illinois, U.S.A. & THE BATTLE SONG OF LIBERTY It's the roar and the rattle of Freedom's battle That's calling us over the sea; Where a mighty foe has challenged us, boys — It's up to you and to me; So get Old Glory, we'll make 'em sorry That they ever dreamed of this fight We're on our way with a Hip! Hooray! Just to do what we know to be right. Refrain So here's to Uncle Sammy faithful and true; Here's to our banner of red white and blue; And here's to all good fellows on land and sea — Singing the Battle Song of Liberty. * * Please Accept This •PEORIA" SONG BOOK With Compliments of EDWARD J. JACOB PRINTER 424 Fulton Street PEORIA, ILL. U. S. A. Revised by H. F. REESE, Cashier Farmers and Mechanics State Bank Averyrille, Illinois, U.S.A. "PEORIA" The Heart of Illinois r/sland -^ A KAHKAKtt, 'PoMTtAC •/' IIKH I M < W i W m MOHROE t*** ST oqsL f>HOC TOf* HOME , M'*~ 1 I ei 1 |3 kZD I I I d I I I I V MADI&Ol* AVE agaeg-DDDDDQ if g£ ' T * O & VT ^^^ UEF E ERSOH AVE *> I HH I H l HH < tiHlHH « 3 m i' m m i* m i n i aoat^h ■ f ill n*f BO pa Mn i l l llll )ll )HM I M"H» ll 4 > H I IIIII IIII IIIHHIIII I Hll l l li rHl H TO e.S*H£ V/EW & &ASE 6 A LI PARKS, *V£*rY'J.LE. rnmupH, bathing a. up River cottaces, FREE BR tOC £ , tISHIrVC. fie sort TS 4f*IOS£i*t£/VT PARKS. CR4KIOVlE\tV ORlve, WATER WORKS, MEG. £, RIVER Ol STRICT. TO fWTQMQB4L€ U.U(1 , te twees. 104T LAN PINO i i I ftecfi£ATfOA/ CAMP AOtOSb RtV£R BUSINESS DISTRICT Edward J. Ja cob — Peoria Song Book. 39 MY BONNIE My Bonnie is over the ocean, My Bonnie is over the sea, My Bonnie is over the ocean, O, bring back my Bonnie to me. CHORUS Bring back, bring back, Bring back my Bonnie to me, to me; Bring back", bring back, O, bring back my Bonnie to me. O blow' ye winds, over the ocean, And blow, ye winds, over the sea, O blow, ye winds, over the ocean, And bring back my Bonnie to me. Last night as I lay on my pillow, Last night as I lay on my bed, Last night as I lay on my pillow, I dreamed that my Bonnie was dead. The winds have blown over the ocean, The winds have blown over the sea, The winds have blown over the ocean, And bro't back my Bonnie to me. 40 COMIN* THRO* THE RYE If a body meet a body, Comin' thro, the rye, If a body kiss a body, Need a body cry? CHORUS Ev'ry lassie has her laddie, Nane, they say, ha'e I; Yet a' the lads they smile on me, When comin* thro* the rye. If a body meet a body, Comin* frae the town, If a body greet a body, Need a body frown? Amang the train there is a swain I dearly love mysel'; But what's his name, or where's his hame, I dinna choose to tell. Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song BOOK. 41 AULD LANG SYNE. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days of auld lang syne? CHORUS For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We two ha'e ran aboot the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine, We've wander'd mony a weary foot Sin* auld lang syne. We two' ha'e sported i' the burn Frae mornin' sun till dine, But seas between us braid ha'e roared Sin' auld lang syne. And here's a hand, my trusty frien', And gie's a hand o' thine; We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lange syne. 42 I LOVE A LASSIE Or, "Ma Scotch Bluebell." I love a lassie, a bonnie Hielan' lassie, If ye saw her you would fancy her as well; I met her in September, popp'd the question in No- vember, So I'll soon be havin' her a' to ma-seF Her faither has consented, so I'm feelin' quite con- tented 'Cause I've been and sealed the bargain wi' a kiss I sit and weary, weary, when I think aboot ma deary, An' you'll always hear me singing this. Edward .J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book. CHORUS I love a lassie, A bonnie, bonnie lassie, She's as pure as the lily in the dell. She's as sweet as the heather, The bonnie, bloomin' heather Mary, ma Scotch Bluebell. I love a lassie, a bonnie Hielan' lassie, She can warble like a blackbird in the dell, She's an angel ev'ry Sunday, but a jolly lass on Monday; She's as modest as her namesake, the bluebell. She's nice, she's neat, she's tidy, and I meet her ev'ry Friday; That's a s_pecial nicht you bet I never miss. I'm chanted, I'm enraptured since my heart the darlin' captured, She's intoxicated me with bliss. I love a lassie, a bonnie Hielan' lassie, I could sit and let her tease me for a week; For the way she keeps behavin' well, I never pay for shavin' 'Cause she rubs my whuskers clean off with her cheek. And underneath my bonnet, where the hair was, there's none on it, For the way she pats my head has made me bald. 'Round her waist I put my arm, just to keep her nice and warm — On the frosty nichts so very cauld. 43 ROAMIN' IN THE GLOAMIN'. I've seen lots of bonnie lassies Trav'llin' far and wide, Rut my heart is centered noo' on bonnie Kate Mc- Bride. And altho' I'm no a chap that throws a word away, I'm surprised myseP sometimes at a' I've got to say. Edwakd J. Jacob — Peouia Song IVouk. CHORUS Roamin' in the gloamin' on the bonnie banks o' Clyde. Roamin' in the gloamin' wae my lassie by my side When the sun has gone to rest, That's the time that we love best — O' it's lovely roamin' in the gloamin'. One nicht in the gloamin' we were Trippin' side by side. I kissed her twice, and asked her once If she would be my bride. She was shy, so was I We were baith the same, But I got brave and braver on the journey comin' hame. Last nicht efter strollin' we got Hame at half past nine. Sittin' at the kitchen fire I asked her to be mine. When she promised, I got up and danced the Hielan' fling; I've just been at the jeweller's and I've picked a nice wee ring. 44 A WEE DEOCH AND DORIS. There's a good old Scottish cusiom That has stood the test of time, It's the custom that's been carried out In every land and clime — Where brother Scots foregather It's aye the usual thing. For just before they say "Good Nicht," They fill their cups and sing. Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book. CHORUS Just a wee Deoch-an' Doris, A wee drap, that's a' A wee Deoch-an' Doris, Before we gang a-wa' There's a wee wifie waiting. In a wee but an ben Ii ye can say, "It's a braw, orient, moon licht nicht Ye're a richt, ye ken. I like a man that is a man, A man that's straight and fair. A sort of man, that will and can In all things do his share. I like a man, a jolly man, The sort o' man ye know; The chap that slaps yer back and says,. "Mon Jock/' before we go. I'll invite ye a' some other nicht, To come and bring yer wives, And I'll guarantee ye'll have the grandest Nicht in all yer lives, I'll have the bag-pipes skirling We'll make the rafters ring, And when yer tired and sleepy, Why, I'll wake yer up an' sing. 45 JUST BEFORE THE BATTLE, MOTHER. Just before the battle, Mother, I am thinking most of you, While upon the field we're watching, With the enemy in view. Hark! I hear the bugles sounding, 'Tis the signal for the fight; Now may God protect us, Mother, As He ever does the right. Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book. Comrades brave around me lying, Filled with tho'ts of home and God; For well they know that on the morrow Some will sleep beneath the sod. Hear the "Battle Cry of Freedom," How it swells upon the* air; Oh, yes, we'll rally round the standard, Or we'll perish nobly there. CHORUS Farewell, Mother, you may never, you may never, Mother, Press me to your heart again; But oh, you'll not forget me, Mother, (you will not forget me) If I'm numbered with the slain. 46 ROCK OF AGES. Rock of ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee; Let the water and the blood, From Thy wounded side which flowed Be of sin the double cure, Save from wrath and make me pure. Could my tears forever flow, Could my zeal no languor know, These for sin could not atone; Thou must save, and Thou alone; In my hand no price I bring; Simply to Thy 'cross I cling. While I draw this fleeting breath When my eyes shall close in death, When I rise to worlds unknown, And behold Thee on Thy throne, Rock of ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee. Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book, 47 ONWARD, CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS Onward, Christian soldiers, Marching as to war; With the cross of Jesus, Going on before. Christ, the royal Master, Leads against the foe; Forward into battle, See, His banners go. CHORUS Onward, Christian soldiers, Marching as to war, With the cross of Jesus, Going on before. Like a mighty army, Moves the Church of God; Brothers, we are treading Where the saints have trod; We are not divided, All one body we, One in hope and doctrine, One in charity. Crowns and thrones may perish, Kingdoms rise and wane, But the Church of Jesus Constant will remain; Gates of hell can never 'Gainst that Church prevail; We have Christ's own promise, And that cannot fail. Onward, then, ye people, Join our happy throng; _ Blend with ours your voices In the triumph-song; Glory, laud, and honor, Unto Christ the King; This through countless ages, Men and angels sing. Edward .T. Jacob— Peouia Bono Hook. 48 NEARER, MY GOD, TO THEE. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en tho' it be a cross That raiseth me, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Tho' like the wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone; Yet in my dreams I'd be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Then with my waking tho'ts Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Or if on joyful wing, Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forget, Upward I fly, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book. 49 IN THE SWEET BY AND BY. There's a land that is fairer than day, And by faith we may see it afar, For the Father waits over the way, To prepare us a dwelling-place there. CEfORUS. In the sweet by and by, We shall meet on that beautiful shore! In the sweet by and by, We shall meet on that beautiful shore. We shall sing on that beautiful shore, The melodious songs of the blest, And our spirits shall sorrow no more, Not a sigh for the blessings of rest. To our bountiful Father above We will offer the tribute of praise, For the glorious gift of His love, And the blessings that hallow our days! 50 GOOD-NIGHT LADIES. Good night, ladies! Good night, ladies! Good night, ladies! We're going to leave you now. CHORUS Merrily we roll along, Roll along, roll along, Merrily we roll along, Over the dark blue sea. Farewell, ladies! Farewell, ladies! Farewell, ladies! We're going to leave you now. Sweet dreams, ladies! Sweet dreams, ladies! Sweet dreams, ladies! We're going to leave you now. Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book. 51 LOVE'S OLD SWEET SONG. Once in the dear dead days beyond recall, When on the world the mists began to fall, Out of the dreams that rose in happy throng, Low to our hearts love sang an old sweet song; And in the dusk, where fell the firelight gleam, Softly it wove itself into our dream. REFRAIN. Just a song at twilight, when the lights are low, And the flickering shadows softly come and go; Tho' the heart be weary, sad the day and long, Still to us at twilight comes love's old song, Comes love's old sweet song. Even today we hear love's song of yore, Deep in our hearts it dwells forever more, Footsteps may falter, weary grow the way, Still we can hear it at the close of day; So till the end, when life's dim shadows fall, Love will be found the sweetest song of all. 52 DARLING NELLIE GRAY. There's a low green valley on the old Kentucky shore Where I've whiled many happy hours away, A sitting and a-singing by the little cottage door Where lived my darling Nelly Gray. CHORUS. (T my poor Nelly Gray, they have taken you away, And I'll never see my darling any more; I'm sitting by the river and I'm weeping all the day, . For you've gone from the old Kentucky shore. When the moon had climbed the mountain, and the stars were shining too, Then I'd take my darling Nelly Gray, And we'd float down the river in my little red canoe, While my banjo sweetly I would play. Edward J. Jacob— Peoria Song Book. My eyes are getting blinded, and I cannot see my way; Hark! there's somebody knocking at the door; O I hear the angels calling, and I see my Nelly Gray, Farewell to the old Kentucky shore. CHORUS (last verse). O my darling Nelly Gray, up in heaven there, they say, That they'll never take you from me any more; I'm a coming — coming — coming, as the angels clear the way, Farewell to the old Kentucky shore. 53 BEN BOLT. Oh! don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt, Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown, Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile, And trembled with fear at your frown? In the old church-yard, in the valley, Ben Bolt, In a corner obscure and alone, They have fitted a slab of the granite so gray, And sweet Alice lies under the stone, They have fitted a slab of the granite so gray, And sweet Alice lies under the stone. Under the hickory tree, Ben Bolt, Which stood at the foot of the hill, Together we've lain in the noonday shade, And listened to Appleton's mill. The mill wheel has fallen to pieces, Ben Bolt, The rafters have tumbled in, And a quiet that crawls round the walls as you gaze, x Has followed the olden din, And a quiet that crawls round the walls as you gaze, Has followed the olden din. Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book. And don't you remember the school, Ben Bolt, With the master so kind and so true, And the shaded nook by the running brook, Where the fairest wild flowers grew? Grass grows on the master's grave, Ben Bolt, The spring of the brook is dry, And of all the boys who were schoolmates then, There are only you and I; And of all the 'boys who were schoolmates then, There are only you and I. 54 GOOD-BYE, MY LOVER, GOOD-BYE. The ship goes sailing down the bay, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! — We may not meet for many a day, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! — My heart will ever more be true, Tho' now we sadly say adieu; Oh, kisses sweet I leave with you, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! CR'ORUS. The ship goes sailing down the bay, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! 'Tis sad to tear my heart away! Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! I'll miss you on the stormy deep, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! — What can I do but ever weep? Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! — My heart is 'broken with regret! But never dream that I'll forget; I lov'd you once, I love you yet. Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book. Then cheer up till we meet again, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! — I'll try to bear my weary pain, Good-'bye, my lover, good-bye! — Tho' far I roam across the sea, My ev'ry thought of you shall be, Oh, say you'll sometimes think of mc, Good-bye, my lover, good-bye! 55 LISTEN TO THE MOCKING BIRD. I'm dreaming now of Hally, sweet Hally, sweet Hally, I'm dreaming now of Hally, For the thought of her is one that never dies; She's sleeping in the valley, the valley, the valley, She's sleeping in the valley, And the mocking bird is singing where she lies. CKtORUS. Listen to the mocking bird, Listen to the mocking bird, The mocking bird still singing o'er her grave: Listen to the mocking bird, Listen to the mocking bird, Still singing where the weeping willows wave. Ah! well I yet remember, remember, remember, Ah! well I yet remember, When we gather'd in the cotton, side by side; 'Twas in the mild September, September, September, 'Twas in the mild September, And the mocking bird is singing where she lies. 56 LONDON BRIDGE. London bridge is falling down, Falling down, falling down, London bridge is falling down. My fair lady. Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book. Build it up with iron bars, Iron bars, iron bars, Build it up with iron bars, My fair lady. Iron bars will bend and break, Bend and break, /bend and break, Iron bars will bend and break, My fair lady. Build it up with gold and silver, Gold and silver, gold and silver, Build it up with gold and silver, My fair lady. Directions — Two children make the bridge so as to form an arch ; the others form in line, each one holding on to the one in front, and pass under the arch ; at the words, "My Fair Lady" the two who form the brid,ge let their arms fall, catching whichever child happens to be passing. He is then asked "Which do you prefer, gold or silver?" and he is sent behind one or the other of the bridge-makers, accord- ing to his choice, they having privately agreed which will stand for silver and which for gold. After all have chosen, the game ends with a tug-of-war between the two sides. 57 THE QUILTING PARTY. In the sky the bright stars glittered, On the bank the pale moon shone; And 'twas from Aunt Dinah's quilting party I was seeing Nellie home. CHORUS. I was seeing Nellie home, I was seeing Nellie home. And 'twas from Aunt Dinah's quilting party, I was seeing Nellie home. On my arm a soft hand rested, Rested light as ocean foam; And 'twas from Aunt Dinah's quilting party I was seeing Nellie home. Edward J. Jacob — Peokia Soxg. Book. On my lips a whisper trembled, Trembled till it dared to come, And 'twas from Aunt Dinah's quilting party I was seeing Nellie home. 58 FARMER IN THE DELL. The farmer in the dell, The farmer in the dell, High oh the deny oh, The farmer in the dell. The farmer takes a wife, The farmer takes a wife, High oh the derry oh, The farmer takes a wife. The wife takes a child, The wife takes a child, High oh the derry oh, The wife takes a child. The child takes the nurse, The child takes the nurse, High oh the derry oh, The child takes the nurse. The nurse takes the dog, The nurse takes the dog, High oh the derry oh, The nurse takes the dog. The dog takes the cat, The dog takes the cat, High oh the derry oh, The dog takes the cat. The cat takes the rat, The cat takes the rat, High oh the derry oh, The cat takes the rat, Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Soxg Book. The rat takes the cheese, The rat takes the cheese, High oh the derry oh, The rat takes the cheese, The cheese stands alone. The cheese stands alone. High oh the derry oh, The cheese stands alone. Directions — One child, the farmer, stands in the center of circle, and at the singing of first verse, chooses another, "the wife," from the circle ; this one, in turn, chooses, the next and so on until the "cheese*' is clapped out, and must begin again as the farmer. 59 A PERFECT DAY. When you come to the end of a perfect day, And you sit alone with your thought, While the chimes ring out with a carol gay, For the joy that the day has brought, Do you think what the end of a perfect day Can mean to a tired heart, When the sun goes down with a flaming ray, And the Dear friends have to part? Well, this is the end of a perfect diiy t Near the end of a journey too; But it leaves a thought that is big and strong, With a wish that is kind and true, For mem'ry has painted this perfect day With colors that never fade, And we find, at the end of a perfect day, The soul of a friend we've made. 59-A Tune, "A Perfect Day." When you come to the end of a perfect day, And you're due for a sudden hunch, Do you sometimes think of a royal jay Whose jaw you would like to punch? Do you sometimes think of the joy 't would bring — And last you a whole long week — To just wind up for a right hand swing And land on the Kaiser's beak? Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Booic. Well, this is the end of a perfect day — With nobody round to stop — To get your teeth in the Kaiser's ear And your knee in tHe Kaiser's crop, To get your thumbs in a loving way On the back of the Kaiser's neck, While the sun goes down with a flaming ray And lights up the royal wreck! 60 THE MAN BEHIND THE HAMMER AND THE PLOW It's the man behind the Hammer and the Plow Who made this country what it is today; It's the man behind the Hammer and the Plow, The gift of God's Creation, the builders of the na- tion — Mechanic and the Engineer, all honest Sons of Toil, The back-bone of the world today, The man who tills the soil; Jt's up to him to win the battle now — The man behind the Hammer and the Plow. 61 WHERE THE BLACK-EYED SUSANS GROW I'm going back to a shack where the Black-eyed Susans grow I love 'em so, — They're all around on the ground where I found the one I know — So long ago, — The honey bees all know I'm comin' — I seem to hear them softly hummin', "You'll be losin' your little Susan, You'd better be getting busy buzzin' around." To stroll again clown the lane to the plain old rustic seat Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book Will be a treat, And then I'll bring out the ring for the finger of my sweet, — She's mighty sweet — And when I'm tied to the pride of the country side Maybe I'll introduce you to my corn-fed bride, When I come back from the shack where the Black- eyed Susans grow. 62 YOU'RE A DANGEROUS GIRL You're beautiful, yes beautiful, You're wonderful, I know, But you're the kind of girlie that makes 'em fall, And when you get 'em where you want 'em you fool 'em all; I'm on to you, But I'm fond of you, 'Cause you're the sweetest girl in the world, I love your eyes, I'm fond of your kissing, But my heart cries: "Stop, Look and Listen!" You're wonderful, yes marvelous, But you're a dog-gone dangerous girl. 63 PRETTY BABY Everybody loves a baby that's why I'm in love with you, Pretty Baby, Pretty Baby, And I'd like to be your sister, brother, dad and mother too, Pretty Baby, Pretty Baby, Won't you come and let me rock you in my cradle of love, And we'll cuddle all the time. Oh! I want a Lovin' Baby and it might as well be you, Pretty Baby of mine. Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book. 64 THAT OLD GIRL OF MINE In your eyes the light of love was softly beaming, My dearie, so sweet and cheery. In your hair a shade of gold was gleaming, Like moonbeams that shine. Lou, Lou, I still love you, for the sake of Auld Lang Syne; And I call you when I fall to sleep a dreaming - "That Old Girl of Mine." 65 MY LITTLE GIRL My little girl, you know I love you And I long for you each day; My little girl, I'm dreaming of you Tho' you're many miles away. I see the lane, down in the wildwood Where you promised to be true, My little girl, I know you're waiting, And Fm coming back to you. 66 THEY'RE WEARING 'EM HIGHER IN HAWAII For they're wearing 'em higher in Hawaii. Higher, higher, higher, higher in Hawaii, The beautiful beach at Waikiki Is not the only pretty sight that you can see, In Hawaii the maidens there are flyer, They simply sway your heart away, Hu-la maids are always full of pep, All the old men have to watch their step, For they're wearing 'em higher in Hawaii, They're going up, going up ev'ry day. Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book, 67 IF I KNOCK THE "L" OUT OF KELLY If I knock the 'L' out of Kelly. It would still be Kelly to me; Sure a single "L-Y" or a double "L-Y," Should look just the same to an Irishman's eye. Knock off an "L" from Killarney, Still Kilarney it always will be, But if I knock the "L" out of Kelly, Sure he'd knock the "L" out of me. 68 THERE'S A LITTLE BIT OF BAD IN EVERY GOOD LITTLE GIRL There's a little bit of bad in ev'ry good little girl, They're not to blame — Mother Eve was very, very good, But even she raised Cain — I know a preacher's daughter, Who never orders water There's a little bit of bad in ev'ry good little girl, They're all the same. 69 I'M ON MY WAY TO MANDALAY I'm on my way to Mandalay, Beneath the shelt'ring palms, I want to stray; Oh, let me live and love for aye, On that island far away. I'm sentimental for my Oriental love So sweet and gentle — that's why I'm on my way to Mandalay, I've come to say "Good-bye." Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book. X 70 WHEN YOU WORE A TULIP AND I WORE A BIG RED ROSE When you wore a tulip, a sweet yellow tulip, and I wore a big red rose, When you caressed me, 'twas then Heaven blessed me, what a blessing, no one knows. You made life cheery, when you called me dearie, 'twas down where the blue grass grows, Your lips were sweeter than julep, when' you wore a tulip, and I wore a big red rose. 71 THERE'S A LITTLE SPARK OF LOVE STILL BURNING There's a little spark of love still burning, And yearning down in my heart for you; There's a longing there for your returning, I want you! I do! So come, come, to my heart again, Come, come, set that love aflame, For there's a little spark of love still burning, and yearning for you. 72 PUT ON YOUR OLD GREY BONNET On the old farm house veranda There sat Silas and Miranda Thinking of the days gone by. Said he "Dearie don't be weary — You were always bright and cheery, But a tear, dear, dims your eye." Said she "They're tears of gladness Silas — They're not tears of sadness, It is fifty years today since we were wed." Then the old man's dim eyes brighten'd, And his stern old heart it lighten'd, And he turned to her and said, Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book. . CHORUS Put on your old brey bonnet, With the blue ribbon on it, While I hitch old Dobbin to the shay; And through the fields of clover, We'll drive up to Dover, On our golden wedding day." 73 I WANT A GIRL I want a girl, just like the girl That married dear old Dad. She was a pearl, and the only girl That Daddy ever had. A good old fashioned girl, with heart so true, One who loves nobody else but you. I want a girl, just like the girl That married dear old Dad. 74 WAY DOWN IN IOWA I found a horse-shoe yesterday; It brought me good luck right away; Now I'm not superstitious, But my wishes all came true. I went and rubbed a rusty nail, And then I made a wish for mail, Next day a letter, said "You'd better Come home without fail." CHORUS I'm gonna hide away, on a little farm in Iowa I'm gonna ride away, on the road that leads to yesterday, Why I can almost picture dear old mother, Sprinkling sugar on my bread and butter, Way down in that town in Iowa. Two heads are crowned with gray; Oh! I owe them more than I can pay, The fields of new mown hay, just moan and say: "Go home and stay." And when I get back with them both, I'll never leave, I'll take an oath, I'll hide away, way down in I-o-w-a. Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book. 75 SCHOOL DAYS School days, school days, Dear old golden rule days. Readin' and 'ritin' and 'rithmetic, Taught to the tune of a hick'ry stick. You were my queen in calico, I was your bashful barefoot beau, And you wrote on my slate, "I love you Joe," When we were a couple of kids. 76 YAAKA HULA HICKEY DULA I'm coming back to you, my Hula Lou, Beside the sea at Wai-ki-ki, You'll play for me. And once again you'll sway my heart your way, With your yaa-ka hu-la hick-ey du-la tune. 77 O. HOW SHE COULD YACK-I, HACK-I, WICK-I WACK-I WOO She had a Hu-la, Hu-la, Hick-i, Boo-la, Boo-la in her walk, She had a U-ka-le-le Wick-i Wick-i Wail-i in her talk, And by the big Hawaiian moon. Beneath a banyan tree we'd spoon, I've been tryin' to learn "Hawaiian," Since that night in June, She had a blin-ky, blin-ky, little naughty wink-y in her eye, She had a "Come and kiss me, don't you dare to miss me" in her sigh, Beneath the banyan para sol She couldn't talk my talk at all, But, Oh how she could Yack-i, Hack-i, Wick-i, Waek-i Woo, That's love in Honolu. Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book. 78 IN THE EVENING BY THE MOONLIGHT In the evening by the moonlight, You could hear those darkies singing, In the evening by the moonlight, You could hear those banjos ringing, And the old folks would enjoy it, They would sit all night and listen, As we sang, in the evening by the moonlight. 79 GOODBYE GIRLS, I'M THROUGH Good Bye Girls, I'm through Each Girl that I have met, I say Good Bye to you Without the least regret I've done with all flirtation You've no more fascination There's but one to whom I'm true Good Bye, Girls, Good Bye Girls, Good Bye Girls, I'm through. 80 WHEN I DREAM OF OLD ERIN, I'M DREAMING OF YOU When I dream of old Erin, I'm dreaming of you, With your sweet roguish smile and your true eyes of blue; For my love like the Shamrock, each day stronger grew; When I dream of old Erin, I'm dreaming of you. 81 MOTHER MACHREE Sure I love the dear silver that shines in your hair, And the brow that's all furrowed, and wrinkled with care. I kiss the dear fingers so toil-worn for me, As God bless you and keep you, Mother Machree! 82 DOWN WHERE THE COTTON BLOSSOMS GROW Picture tonight, the fields of snowy white, Hear those darkies singing soft and low, I long there to be, where someone waits for me, Down where the cotton blossoms grow. Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book. 83 LINDY Lindy, Lindy, sweet as the sugar cane, Lindy, Lindy, say you'll be mine. When the moon am a-shining, Then my heart am a-pining\ Meet me, pretty Lindy, by the watermelon vine. 84 SWEET ADELINE Sweet Adeline, My Adeline, At night dear heart, for you I pine, In all my dreams, your fair face beams, You're the flower of my heart, Sweet Adeline. 85 INDIANA [ have always been a wand'rer Over land and sea, Yet a moonbeam on the water Casts a spell o'er me; A vision fair I see Again I seem to be. Fancy paints on mem'rys canvas Scenes that we hold dear We recall them in days after Clearly they appear, And often times I see A scene that's dear to me. CHORUS Back home again, in Indiana, And it seems that I can see The gleaming candle light still shining bright Thru the sycamores for me The new mown hay sends all its fragrance From the fields I used to roam When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash Then I long for my Indiana home. Edward J. .Jacob — Peoria Soxo Book. 85-A ROCKED IN THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP. Rocked in the cradle of the deep, I lay me down in peace to sleep; Secure I rest upon the wave, For Thou, O Lord, hast pow'r to save. I know Thou wilt not slight my call, For Thou dost mark the sparrow's fall; And calm and peaceful is my sleep, Rocked in the cradle of the deep; And calm and peaceful is my sleep, Rocked in the cradle of the deep. And such the trust that still were" mine, Tho' stormy winds sweep o'er the brine, Or though the tempest's fiery breath Rouse me from sleep to wreck and death, In ocean cave still safe with Thee, The germ of immortality; And calm and peaceful is my sleep, Rocked in the cradle of the deep; And calm and peaceful is my sleep, Rocked in the cradle of the deep. 86 IRELAND MUST BE HEAVEN, FOR MY MOTHER CAME FROM THERE Ireland must be Heaven, for an angel came from there, I never knew a living soul one-half as sweet or fair, For her eyes are like the star-light, And the white clouds match her hair, Sure Ireland must be Heaven, for my mother came from there. 87 EXHORTATION (Tune— "Auld Lang Syne") We're here for fun right from the start, Pray, drop your dignity; Just laugh and sing with all your heart, And show your loyalty. Edward J. Jacob— Peoria Song Book. CHORUS May other banquets be forgot, Let this one be the best, Join in the songs we sing tonight, Be happy with the rest. Si ROTARY, MY ROTARY (Tune — Maryland, My Maryland) Of all the clubs I love the best; Rotary, My Rotary. To thee I'll cling and stand the test, Rotary, My Rotary. With friendship, loyalty and cheer I'll boost my brothers, far and near. And hold my precepts ever dear; Rotary, My Rotary. Unselfishness we learn from thee ; Rotary, My Rotary. Rotary, My'Rotary. To think, as thought of we would be ; Thy standards high we will maintain, Uphold the right with might and main; Thy honored name we'll keep from stain; Rotary, My Rotary. So louder now we swell the strain; Rotary, My Rotary. Inspire our hearts thy heights to gain; Rotary, My Rotary. Let truth and honor be our goal, Exalt the life — make sweet the soul, And ever on the chorus roll; Rotary, My Rotary. Edwakd J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book. 89 WHO'S YOUR FRIEND? Who's your friend, Who's your friend, She's got such hypnotizing eyes, The kind that always makes me buy, Who's your friend, Who's your friend, Before I go, I would like to know, Please tell me, — Who's your friend. 90 FOR ME AND MY GAL The Bells are ringing, for me and my gal, The birds are singing, for me and my gal, Everybody's been knowing, to a wedding they're going, And for weeks they've been sewing, every Susie and Sal; They're congregating for me and my gal, The parson's waiting for me and my gal, And sometime, I'm goin' to build a little home for two, For three or four, or more, In loveland, for me and my gal. 91 WHERE THE RIVER SHANNON FLOWS Where the dear old Shannon's flowing, Where the three-leaf shamrock grows, Where my heart is I am going To my little Irish Rose; And the moment that I meet her, With a hug and kiss I'll greet her, For there's not a colleen sweeter, Where the River Shannon flows. Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book. 92 SILVER THREADS AMONG THE GOLD Darling, I am growing- old Silver threads among the gold Shine upon my brow today; Life is fading fast away. But my darling you will be, will be, Always young and fair to me. Yes, my darling you will be Always youiig and fair to me. CHORUS Darling, I am growing, growing old, Silver threads among the gold; But my darling, you will be Always young and fair to me. 92-A BRIGHTEN THE CORNER WHERE YOU ARE Do not wait until some deed of greatness you may do, Do not wait to shed your light afar, To the many duties ever near you now be true, Brighten the corner where you are. CHORUS Brighten the corner where you are, Brighten the corner where you are! Someone far from harbor you may guide across the bar, Brighten the corner where you are. Just above are clouded skies that you may help to clear. Let not narrow self your way debar, Tho' into one heart alone may fall your song of cheer, Brighten the corner where you are. Here for all your talent you may surely find a need, Here reflect the bright and morning star, Even from your humble hand the bread of life may feed, Brighten the corner where you are. Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Soxg Book. 93 I'LL COME BACK TO YOU WHEN ITS ALL OVER. CHORUS. I'll come back to you when it's all over, all over, Back to you and fields of clover, We'll start our sweetheart days all over, If your heart still beats as true. There is a duty that ev'ry man should do, My life defends it, but my heart belongs to you, So pray for the day when it's all over 'Cause I'm coming back to you. 94 A LITTLE BIT OF HEAVEN Shure, a little bit of heaven fell from out the sky one day, And nestled on the ocean in a spot so far away; x\nd when the angels found it, shure it looked so sweet and fair, They said suppose we leave it ; for it looks so peace- ful there: So they sprinkled it with star dust just to make the shamrocks grow; 'Tis the only place you'll find them, no matter where you go; Then they dotted it with silver, to make its lakes so grand, And w r hen they had finished, shure they called it Ireland. 95 THE GIRL I LEFT BEHIND ME The hour was sad. I left the maid, A lingering farewell taking, Her sighs and tears my steps delayed, I thought my heart was breaking; In hurried words her name I blest, I breathed the vows that bind me, And to my heart in anguish pressed The girl I left behind me. Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Hook. Then to the East we bore away To win a name in story, And then warm dawns the sun of day, There dawned our sun of glory, Both blazed in noon on Alma's height, Where in the post assigned me, I shared the glory of that fight, Sweet girl I left behind me. (Third and Fourth Stanzas Omitted) 96 MOTHER A word that means the world to me. M — is for the million things she gave me, O — means only that she's growing old, T — is for the tears she shed to save me, H — is for her heart of purest gold, E — is for her eyes, with lovelight shining, R — means right and right she'll always be, Put them all together, they spell Mother, A word that means the world to me.. 97 K- -K- -K - KATY. (Stammering Song) CHORUS.. K-K-K-aty, beautiful Katy, You're the only g-g-g-girl that I adore, When the m m m moon shines, over the cow shed, I'll be waiting at the k-k-k-kitchen door. 98 WHAT DO YOU WANT TO MAKE THOSE EYES AT ME FOR? What do you want to make those eyes at me for, When they don't mean what they say? They make me glad, they make me sad, They make me want a lot of things I've never had, So what do you want to fool around with me for? You lead me on, and then you run away, But, never mind, I'll get you alone some night And then you'll surely find, You're flirting with dynamite, So what do you want to make those eyes at me for, When they don't mean what they say? Edward J. Jacob — Peoria So^g Book. 99 THE VACANT CHAIR. We shall meet, but we shall miss him, There will be one vacant chair; We shall linger to caress him, While we breathe our evening pray'r. When a year ago we gathered Joy was in his mild blue eyes, But a golden chord is severed, And our hopes in ruin lie. CHORUS. We shall meet, but we shall miss him, There will be one vacant chair; We shall linger to caress him, While we breathe our evening pray'r. At our fireside, sad and lonely, Often will the bosom swell At remembrance of the story How our noble Willie fell, How he strove to bear our banner Thro' the thickest of the fight, And uphold our country's honor, In the strength of manhood's might. True, they tell us wreaths of glory, Ever more will deck his brow, But this soothes the anguish only, Sweeping o'er our heartstrings now. Sleep today, oh, early fallen, In thy green and narrow bed, Dirges from the pine and cypress, Mingle with the tears we shed. Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Soxo Book. 100 WHERE THE MORNING GLORIES GROW. I remember, I remember, the place where I was born, Where the morning glories twine around the door at early morn. I've forgotten, I've forgotten, how long I've been away, But I'd like to wander back again down the lane to yesterday. CHORUS. I want to wake up in the morning, where the morn- ing glories grow, When the sun comes peepin' in where I'm sleepin' and the song birds say "Hello" I long to wander in the wildwood, where the rippling waters flow, And go drifting back to childhood, where the morn- I remember, I remember, the schoolhouse on the hill, And I wonder if the tiny folks are climbing up there still. I can picture, I can picture the dear old swimming- pool, And the happy days that I spent there, when I should have been in school. 101 WHEN YOU AND I WERE YOUNG, MAGGIE. I wandered today to the hill, Maggie, To watch the scene below; The creek and the creaking old mill, Maggie, As we used to long ago. The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie, Where first the daisies sprung; The creaking old mill is still, Maggie, Since you and I were young. Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book. A city so silent and lone, Maggie, Where the young, and the gay, and the best, In polished white mansions of stone, Maggie, Have each found a place of rest, Is built where the birds used to play, Maggie, And join in the songs that were sung; For we sang as gay as they, Maggie, When you and I were young. They say I am feeble with age, Maggie, My steps are less sprightly than then, My face is a well written page, Maggie, But time alone was the pen. They say we are aged and gray, Maggie, As sprays by the white breakers flung; But to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie, When you and I were young. 102 THE BLUE-BELLS OF SCOTLAND. O where, and O where is your Highland laddie gone? O where, and O where is your Highland laddie gone? He's gone to fight the foe, for King George upon the throne; And it's oh! in my heart, how I wish him safe at home! O where, and O where does your Highland laddie dwell? O where, and O where does your Highland laddie dwell? He dwelt in merry Scotlond, at the sign of the Blue-Bell; And it's oh! in my heart that I love my laddie well. Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book. 103 JOAN OF ARC THEY ARE CALLING YOU While you are sleeping, Your France is weeping; Wake from your dreams, Maid of France Her heart is bleeding. Are you unheeding? Come with the flame in your glance Through the gates of Heaven, With your sword in hand, Come, your legions in command. Alsace is sighing, Lorraine is crying, Their mother, France, looks to yon, Her sons at Verdun, Bearing the burden, Pray for your coming anew At the Gates of Heaven Do they bar your way, Souls that passed through yesterday. CHORUS Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc, Do your eyes, from the skies, see the foe? Don't you see the drooping Fleurdelis? Can't you see the tears of Normandy? Joan of Arc? Joan of Arc? Let your spirit guide us through, Come, lead your France to victory, Joan of Arc, they are calling you. Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book. 104 OH JOHNNY, OH JOHNNY, OH! Oh, Johnny! Oh, Johnny! how you can love, Oh, Johnny! Oh, Johnny! Heavens above! You make my sad heart jump with joy, And when you're near I just can't Sit still a minute, I'm so, Oh, Johnny! Oh, Johnny! Please tell me dear, What makes me love you so? You're not handsome, it's true, But when I look at you, I just, Oh, Johnny! Oh, Johnny! Oh ! (Patriotic Version) Oh, Johnny! Oh, Johnny! why do you lag? Oh, Johnny! Oh, Johnny! run to your flag, Your country's calling, can't you hear? Don't stay behind while others Do all the fighting Start to Oil, Johnny! Oh, Johnny! Get right in line, And help to crush the foe, You're a big husky chap, Uncle Sam's in a scrap, You must Go! Johnny, Go! Johnny, Go! 105 TIPPERARY Up to mighty London came an Irishman one day, All the streets are paved with gold, Shure everyone was gay. Singing songs of Picadilly, Strand and Leicester Square Till Paddy got excited and then he shouted to them there: CHORUS It's a long way to Tipperary, it's a long way to go, Its' a long way to Tipperary, to the sweetest girl I know; Goodbye, Picadilly, farewell Leicester Square, It's a long, long way to Tipperary, but my heart's right there. Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book. Paddy wrote a letter to his Irish Molly O Saying "should you not receive it, Write and let me know; If I make mistakes in spelling Molly dear said he Remember its the pen that's bad and don't lay the blame on me." 106 OVER THERE. Johnnie get your gun, get your gun, get your gun Take it on the run, on the run, on the run Hear them calling you and me Ev'ry son of liberty Hurry right away, no delay, go today, Make your daddy^glad to have had such a lad, Tell your sweetheart not to pine, To be proud her boy's in line. Refrain. Over there, over there, Send the word, send the word over there That the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coining The drums rum-tumming ev'ry where; So prepare, say a pray'r Send the word, send the word to be-ware We'll be over, we're coming over And we won't come back till it's over over there. Johnnie get your gun, get your gun, get your gun Johnny show the Hun you're a son of. a gun Hoist the flag and let her fly Yankee Doodle do or die Pack your little kit, show your grit, do your bit Yankees to the ranks from the towns and the tanks, Make your mother proud of you And the old Red, White and Blue. Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book. 107 SOMEWHERE IN FRANCE IS THE LILLY. One day as morning shed its glow across the eastern sky, A boy and girl in accents low, in a garden said ^Goodbye." She said, "Remember as you stray, when each must do his share, The flowers blooming here today are emblems over there. Each morning in that garden fair, where sweetest perfumes dwell, 1 ne lassie whispers low a pray'r for the flow'rs she loves so well; And over there as night draws near amid the shot and flame, Unto the Flag he holds so dear, a soldier breathes her name. REFRAIN. Somewhere in France is the Lily, Close by the English rose, A thistle so keen, and a shamrock green And each loyal flow'r that grows. Somewhere in France is a sweetheart, Facing the battle's chance, For the flow'r of our youth fights for freedom and truth Somewhere in France. 108 JUST A BABY'S PRAYER AT TWILIGHT. I've heard the prayers of mothers, Some of them old and gray. I've heard the prayers of others, For those who went away. Oft times a prayer will teach one, The meaning of good-bye. I felt the pain of each one, But this one made me cry. Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book. CHORUS. Just a baby's prayer at twilight, When lights are low. Poor baby's years, Are filled with tears. There's a mother there at twilight, Who's proud to know, Her precious little tot, Is dad's forget-me-not. After saying "Good-night Mama," She climbs up-stairs, Quite unawares, and says her prayers; "Oh! kindly tell my daddy That he must take care.'' That's a baby's prayer at twilight, For her daddy "over there." The gold that some folks pray for, Brings nothing but regrets, Some day this gold won't pay for, Their many life-long debts. Some prayers may be neglected, Beyond the Golden Gates. But when they're all collected, Here's one that never w^aits: Chorus — ■ 109 WE'RE HERE, LAFAYETTE, WE'RE HERE. We're here, Lafayette, we're here, We wall not forget, never fear. Comes the call to freemen and we hear the cry, For Freedom's cause must never die, We're here, Lafayette, we're here Your name we will always revere. We will pay the debt of a hundred years, We're here, Lafayette, we're here. Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Rook. We're here, Lafayette, we're here, Your spirit brought courage and cheer; When our country called we found you brave and true, Our gallant men we now send you. We're here, Lafayette, we're here, America's mission is clear, We will fight with you until victory, We're here, Lafayette, we're here. CHORUS. We're here, in sunny Franceland, We're here to lend a hand, In the fight for right we join you With the grand old Red, White and Blue. We're here, in sunny Franceland, We're here to lend a hand, And the dawn will soon appear. Lafayette, we're here, we're here. 110 BRING BACK MY DADDY TO ME. A sweet little girl, with bright golden curls, Sat playing with toys on the floor, Her dad went away, to enter the fray, At the start of this long bitter war. Her mother said: ''Dear, your birthday is near, Tomorrow your presents I'll buy, The dear little child, quickly looked up and smiled, And said with a tear in her eye. Her ma softly sighs and tears fill her eyes, As she hears her dear baby's plea, She answers "My dear, if daddy were here, What a wonderful present 'twould be; How many homes yearn for someone's return, With honor, and justice and right? There are more little girls in this grief-stricken world All saying the same thing tonight. Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book. CHORUS. I don't want a dress or a dolly, 'Cause dollies get broken 'round here, I don't want the skates, the books or the slates, You bought for my birthday last year, If you'll bring the present I ask for, Dear mother, how happy I'll be, You can give all my toys, to some poor girls and boys, But bring back my Daddy to me. Ill WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE? Paddy Mack drove a hack up and down Broadway, Pat had one expression and he'd use it every day; Any time he'd grab a fare to take them for a ride, Paddy jumped upon the seat, cracked his whip and cried: CHORUS. "Where do we go from here, boys, where do we go from here? Anywhere from Harlem to a Jersey City pier;" When Pat would spy a pretty girl, he'd whisper in her ear, "Oh joy, oh boy, where do we go from here? One fine day on Broadway, Pat was driving fast, When the street was blown to pieces, by a subway blast; Down the hole poor Paddy went, a thinkin' of his past, Then he says, says he, I think these words will be my last: "Where do we go from here, boys, where do we go from here?" Paddy's neck was in the wreck, but still he had xio tear; He saw a dead man next to him and whispered in his ear, "Oh joy, oh boy, where do we go from here?" Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Soxg Book. First of all, at the call, when the war began, Pat enlisted in the army, as a fighting man; When the drills began, they'd walk a hundred miles a day, Tho' the rest got tired, Paddy always used to say: "Where do we go from here, boys, where do we go from here?" Slip a pill to Kaiser Bill and make him shed a tear; And when we see the enemy, we'll shoot them in the rear, "Oh joy, oh boy, where do we go from here?" 112 I DON'T WANT TO GET WELL. I don't want to get well, I don't want to get well, I'm in love with a beautiful nurse. Early ev'ry morning, night and noon, The cutest little girlie comes and feeds me with a spoon; I don't want to get well, I don't want to get well, I'm glad they shot me on the fighting line, fine, The doctor says that I'm in bad condition, but Oh, Oh, Oh, I've got so much ambition, I don't want to get well, I don't want to get well, For I'm having a wonderful time. I don't want to get well, I don't want to get well, I'm in love with a beautiful nurse. Though the doctor's treatments show results, I always get a bad relapse each time she feels my pulse; I don't want to get well, I don't want to get well, I'm glad they shot me on the fighting line, fine She holds my hand and begs me not to leave her, Then all at once I get so full of fever, I don't want to get well, I don't want to get well, For I'm having a wonderful time. Edwakd J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book. 113 THERE'S A LONG, LONG TRAIL. Nights are growing very lonely, days are very long, I'm a-growing weary only listening for your song. Old remembrances are thronging thro' my memory Till it seems the world is full of dreams Just to call you back to me. CHORUS. There's a long, long trail a-winding, into the land of my dreams, Where the nightingales are singing, and a white moon beams, There's a long, long night of waiting, until my dreams all come true, Till the day when I'll be going down that long, long- trail with you. 114 PACK UP YOUR TROUBLES IN YOUR OLD KIT-BAG AND SMILE, SMILE, SMILE. Private Perks is a funny little codger With a smile, a funny smile. Five feet none, he's an artful little dodger, With a smile, a funny smile. Flush or broke, he'll have his little joke He can't be suppressed, All the other fellows have to grin, When he gets this off his chest: REFRAIN. Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag, And smile, smile, smile. When you've lucifer to light your fag, Smile, boys, that's the style. What's the use of worrying, It never was worth while, So pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag - , And smile, smile, smile. Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book. A. America . . . . 1 Are You from Dixie ? . . • 28 Annie Laurie 38 Auld Lang Syne 41 A Wee Deoch and Doris 44 A Perfect Day..- 59 A Little Bit of Heaven 94 B. Ben Bolt 53 Brighten The Corner Where You Are 92- A Bine Bells of Scotland 102 Bring Back My Daddy to Me 110 C. Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean 12 Carry Me Back to Old Yirginny 32 Comin' Thro' the Rye 40 D. Dixie Land 30 Darling Nellie Gray 52 Down Where the Cotton Blossoms Grow 82 E. Exhortation 87 F. Farmer in the Dell 58 For Me and My Gal 90 G. Grand Old Flag. 6 God of Our Fathers 17 God Save the King 19 Good Night, Ladies 50 Good Bye, My Lover, Good Bye • 54 Good Bye, Girls, I'm Through 79 Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book. H. Hail Columbia 4 Hail Illinois 25 Home, Sweet Home 27 Hard Times, Come Again Xo More. 37 H'ere's to Uncle Sammy Front Cover I. Illinois 21 I Like a Town Like Peoria 23 I Love a Lassie 42 In the Sweet By and Bv 49 If I Knock the "L/! Out of Kelly 67 I'm On My Way to Mandalav 69 I Want a Girl 73 In the Evening by the Moonlight 78 Indiana 85 Ireland Must be Heaven for My Mother Came from There 86 I'll Come Back to You When it's all Over 93 I Don't Want to get Well 112 Irish Kaiser 20-B J. John Brown's Body 10 Just Before the Battle. Mother 45 Joan of Arc, They ar Calling You 103 Just a Baby's Prayer at Twilight 108 K. K-K-K-Katy 97 Keep the Home Fires Burning Back Cover L. Love's Old Sweet Song 51 Listen to the Mocking Bird 55 London Bridge 56 Lindy 83 Edward .7. Jacob — Peoria Soxo Book. M. Maryland ! My Maryland ! 5 Marseillaise Hymn 20-A Marching Through Georgia 8 Massa's in the Cold, Cold Ground, 34 My Old Kentucky Home 36 My Bonnie 39 My Little Girl 65 Mother Machree 81 Mother 96 N. Nearer, My God, to Thee 48 O. Old Oaken Bucket 26 Old Folks at Home 33 Old Black joe 35 Onward Christian Soldiers 47 O, How She Could Yack-i-Hack-i, etc 77 Oh Johnny, Oh Johnny, Oh! 104 Over There 106 P. Peoria is My Own Town 22 Peoria 24 Pretty Baby 63 Put on Your Old Grey Bonnet 72 Pack Up Your Troubles in Your Old Kit Bag... 114 Pack LJp Your Troubles (Parodyr) 14 Q. Quilting Party 57 R. Rule Brittania 18 Roamin' in the Gloamin' 43 Rock of Ages 46 Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep 85-A Rotary, My Rotary 88 S. Soldier's Farewell 9 School Days 75 Sweet Adeline • 84 Silver Threads Among the Gold 92 Smile, Smile, Smile 115 Somewhere in France is the Lilly 107 Edward J. Jacob — Peoria Song Book. T. The Red, White and Blue 2 The Star-Spangled Banner 3 The Grand Old Flag 20 The Battle Cry of Freedom 11 Tenting To-night 13 Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, the Boys are Marching. . . 16 The U. S. A. Forever 31 The Man Behind the Hammer and the Plow.... 60 That Old Girl of Mine 64 They're Wearing 'em Higher in Hawaii 66 There's a Little Bit of Bad in Every Good Little Girl 68 There's a Little Spark of Love Still Burning 71 The Girl I Left Behind Me . 95 The Vacant Chair 99 Tipperary 105 The Battle Song of Liberty. Front Cover There's a Long, Long Trail. 113 W. Who Said Dixie 29 Where the Black-eyed Susans Grow...^ 61 When You Wore a Tulip 70 Way Down in Iowa 74 When I Dream of Old Erin, I'm Dreaming of You 80 Who's Your Friend? 89 Where the River Shannon Flows 91 What Do You Want to Make Those Eyes at Me for? • .. 98 Where the Morning Glories Grow 100 When You and I Were Young, Maggie 101 We're Here, LaFayette, We're Here 109 Where Do We Go from Here Ill Y. Your Flag and My Flag 7 Yaaka Hula Hickey Dula 76 You're a Dangerous Girl 62 Yankee Doodle 15 ft ft m KEEP THE HOME FIRES BURNING They were summoned from the hillside, They were called in from the glen. And the country found them ready, At the stirring call for men; Let no tears add to their hardship, As the soldiers pass along. And although your heart is breaking, Make it sing this cherry song. Refrain Keep the Home-fires burning, While your hearts are yearning, Though the lads are far away, they dream >>f home; There's a silver lining Through the dark cloud shining, Turn the dark cloud inside out, Till the boys come Home. Over the seas there came a pleading, "Help a Nation in distress." And we gave our glorious laddies; Honour made us do no less — For no gallant son of Freedom To a tyrant's yoke should bend, And a noble heart must answer To the sacred call of Friend. pi ^ ^ ^ ^