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Containing a full expose /all the most laughable Jokes, Witticisms, &c., as told bv the celebrated F hin pian Comedian, Charles White. 94pages. Prfce, 12 cents Black Wit and Darkey Conversations Bv Charles Wtutv Pnn was*. stag.** & s~ undied Laughable Stones, Funny Adventures, Comic Poetry Qieer Con SenS Th fl vbo?e n l’ ^ itty Sa r ngs i Subli “ e Jokei, S’s««mentel I Uugr'tkrge octavf SlIsTeStl™ for th <** Tto love to I IUus? I charge for Catalogues or information. Address, DICK & FITZGERALD, 18 Am Street, N. Y. [ # FRANK CONVERSE’S “OLD CREMONA” SONGSTER; CONTAINING A CHOICE AND POPULAR COLLECTION OF BANJO SONGS, STUMP SPEECHES, SENTIMENTAL BAL¬ LADS, COMIC SONGS, COMIC QUARTETTES, WALK ABOUNDS, SONGS AND DANCES* &c., &c. 1 i > * "W I t “n M XT S I o. COMPILED AND ARRANGED BY FRANK B. CONVERSE. NEW YORK: DICK & FITZGERALD, PUBLISHERS. No. 18 Ann Street.. j 9(tb .■ % Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1863, by DICK & FITZGERALD, in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court for the Southern District of New York, PAOB A Query... 8 A Race. 29 Banjo Duett... ...54 Call me not back from the Echoless Shori?. 6 Charley Fox on Intervention. 18* Charming Billy .L. <. 22 Comic Banjo-Solo ..t..|..,.55 Conundrums... 21, 35, 39, 48; 63, 69 Dandy Pete ......40 Dead-Heads. 19 Db Old Banjo.30 De Coon-Huntbrs. . 38 De History of de Banjo. 53 Down Below. 67 Fightin’ in de Army. 68 Gold Buttons ... *.14 Good Reason ... 14 Honest Men. 58 “ I CAN r T HELP DAT !”. 50 Jerusha Anna Bell .49 Jinb de Army. 11 Kruelty to Johnny. 34 Lanigan’s Ball.36 Lord Lovbl and Nancy Bell. 16 8 0 A 04 4 CONTENTS. PAGK My Lowland Home ... 28 New-York Fashions.. . 12 New-York Ladies. 72 Oh, yes, ’tis sol. 52 “Oh, you bet I”. 26 Or any other Man..... 82 Oyster Sally. 7 Pete Williams.13 Policy and Politics... 71 Pop goes the Nigger!. 33 Pull tiie Stopple out. 46 Robinson Crusoe. 41 Sally WniTE. 62 Sambo’s Opinion. 9 Sassy Nigger Pete. 24 Send de Sojers down l. 47 Shoddy. 15 Shoddy-Contracts. 45 Sparking. 29 Spelling.;........‘. 10 Sweet Eliza. 57 The Bewitched Terrier. 20 The Broadway Stages. 27 The Broom-Peddler . 7 rt The Fiftii-Avenoodle Belle. 61 The Four Vultures. 56 The Difference. 35 The Gay Young Waiter . v .. 66 The Organ-Gal. 23 The Sailor. 60 The Twig of Shillalah. 04 Three Blind Mice. 89 Too True to Nature..'. 31 To see what i can see... 65 What I wish. 44 When this Cruel War is oyer. 5 FliANX CONVERSE'S OLD CREMONA SONGSTER. "WHEN THIS CRUEL WAR IS OVER.’* Words by Charles Carroll Sawyer* Ebq. (The words of this song, with the music, are, published in sheet- form by Sawyer and Thompson, 59 Fulton Avenue; Brooklyn, N. Y., and are used in this book by permission.) Dearest love, do you remembeif, 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 vowed to me and country Ever to be tjjue ! Chorus —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, 9 Or when autumn, leaves are falling. Sadly breathes the song. Oft in dreams I see thee lying Oil the battle-plain— Lonely, wounded, even dying— Calling, but in vain ! Weeping sad, etc. X* 6 FRANK CONVERSE’S IfJ amid the din of battle, Nobly you should fall, Far away from those who love you, None to hear your call— Who would whisper words of comfort, Who would soothe your pain ? Ah 1 the many cruel fancies Ever in my brain. Weeping sad, etc. But our country called you, darling; Angels cheer your way; • While our nation’s sous are fighting, We can only pray. Nobly strike for God and liberty! Let all nations see How we love the starry banner, Emblem of the free 1 Weeping sad,, etc. CALL ME NOT BACK FROM THE ECHOLESS SHORE, IN EEPLY TO “ Rock me to Sleep, Mother.” Words by Charles Oarrot.l Sawyer, Esq. (The words of this song, with the music, are published in sheet- form by Sawyer & Thompson, 59 Fulton Avenue, Brooklyn, and are used in this book by permission.) Why is your forehead deep furrowed with care? What has so soon mingled frost in your hair? Why are you sorrowful, why do you weep ? Why do you ask me to “ rock you to sleep ?” Could you but see through this world’s vale of tears, Light would your sorrows be, harmless your fears; All that seems darkness to you would be light— All would be sunshine where now is but night. Chorus. Follow me cheerfully, pray do not weep; In spirit I’ll soothe you and u rock you to sleep OLD CREMONA SONGSTER. T Why would you backward with Time again turn ? Why do you still for your childhood’s days yearn ? Weary one, why through the past again roam, While in the future the path leads you home ? Oh, dearest child, dry those tears ! weep no more— Call me not back from the “echoless shore.” Follow me cheerfully, pray do not weep ; In spirit I’ll soothe you, and “ rock you to sleep.” Follow me cheerfully, etc. LULLABY. (To be sung ad libitum , after repeating chorus to last verse.) Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby—sleep, sleep, sleep, oh sleep ; Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby—lullaby, lullaby, sleep. OYSTER SALLY. « As sung by Nelse Seymour.! -fZJjTs- t=W- =££=S2-i#: PM i M In New York, near the Batter- y, A gal there used to s= -v- -\-^-- -—-—-- L --v—g—F- dwell, Her fa - ther kept an oy- ster stand, And :±r- ,, sold ’em in de shell, Her moth-er she sold I *-¥- m shaving soap, For ren- o - wat - ing coats, r=S:^z -- But the rri gal she kept an apple stand, On the Fulton Ferry boats. 8 FRANK CONVERSE’S Chorus. So look out, boys, and mind your eyes, When you come through the alley; Don’t fall in love wid that little gal Dey call young Oyster Sally. [For air of chorus, sing the last eight measures.] There was a jolly fisherman, his name was Mister Crank; He used to fish for porgies, down on Coney Island bank; He fell in lub wid dis young gal before dat he did know her, From seeing her picture painted on a Broadway omnibus- door. So look out, boys, etc. He took her to de City Hall, where de soldiers live in tents, But her cruel heart was conquered by de Sigel regiment: •‘Come, change de rings mitrne, mine love,” a Dutchman he did say. Then broke his drum on de fisherman’s head, and both did run away. So look out, boys, etc. A QUERY. Julius, what was. it that your sweetheart gave you— that she wouldn’t have if she could have, nor she couldn’t have if she would, and yet she gave it to you? Why, what was it? A wife, to be sure. Dat’s a fact, Sam. I took her for better or for woorse, and i found her a good deal woser dan I took her to be. You did? Yes. Now, Sam, why is de ladies here dis ebening like de magnetic telegraph ? , I really couldn’t tell—why? Because dere is a magnetic influence in deir eyes dat conveys intelligence to de heart ob men. OLD CREMONA SONGSTER. 9 SAMBO’S OPINION. Comic Banjo-Song. Buns "by Charley Fox, with rapturous applause, at Wood’s Min- .~ ’way, N. Y. F rt«: strels, 514 Broadway, 38 s 0 . 0 ;i¥-h-!T—^"1- I’m a saucy nig from Tenisee, I vrant you all to know, I’ll —£ -»• 2=t «•' 7 gib you my o-pinion ob de matters as they go. My ~-~ - name it am Sambo Squash, a con*fis-cated moke, So 5 ? —#- E #~ i white folks don’t git mad at me, For what I’m goin to spoke. Chorus. :|sir—prlzr: y-tf —t i — 1 -y-TH77*- en white folks look at me, It am de truth I tell you, dz5:zzq..jrr; „4 l -'•-pgrB-Fy-'-*—S=H Jump up, tumble up, git up, and git. Some say de niggers shall be slaves, some say dey shall be free— I’d like to know what difference all dis trouble makes to me; Freedom may be well enough, likewise emancipation, But I guess dat I is bettor off down on de old plantation. Den white folks, etc. 10 FRANK CONVERSE’S I see de papers de oder day, to make de army bigger, Dat Congress has made a law, to go and draft de nigger : Niggers dey can pick de cotton—dey’ll do it very freely; But when dey smell de bullets, how dey’ll run for Horace Greeley 1 . Den white folks, etc. BUCORE VERSES. Dar is no silver nowadays; and money, dat has flew, Excepting lots of postage-stamps, and greenbacks cut in two; Shinplasters now are all de rage—most ob dem are good for nuffin— I ’spec dey ask percentage, by-and-by, for sojers’ buttons. Den white folks, etc. I wish de white folks ob de Norf and Souf would hear to me: I tell dem, it’s de only way, to let de niggers be, As in our country’s laws it am an institution; Den let us end dis trouble by de laws ob de constitution. Den white folks, etc. SPELLING. If my wife should fall overboard, Julius, what letter in the alphabet would I express my feelings with ? Letter B. Now, Julius, if my wife should be blind, what letter should I express my feelings with ? Letter C. Now, den, Sam, could you tell me what letter would express my feelings if my wife should fall over¬ board ? No, Julius—what? Letter went! OLD CREMONA SONGSTER. 11 JI§E DE ARMY. Comic Banjo-Song. was so pret - ty, She loved me kase I beat de drum. She jl— 0 —— p-m—z — S“ F.*— -h f —V says to me, * l *My de-ri-est Sam, Jine de ar - my, make your- self a man, Wear brass but - tons r^TjCg—pp-jy— ^,jvrrg_prqz: ^ | |E on your trowsers, Go and fight for Uncle Sam.” I went right off and jined de army, Dressed to deff in sojers’ clothes, Wid a raufstick on my shoulder, Ockelets way up to my nose. We went right down to Washington, To play de fife and beat upon de drum; ’Kase we was de Hoss-marine-ers, And dey know’d dat wo wouldn’t run. 12 FRANK CONVERSE’S Says Abram, “Now, my figtotin’ heroics, For de good ob de country you must die; Bars nothing now like gittin’ glo-ri-e, With a bullet in your eye!” Oh ! we w ent down to Richmond town, To give the reb-u-els a whack; They recon-oystered in our rear, And consequently we adwanced boldly From de enemies-es-es (back)! NEW-YORK FASHIONS. (Comic Song.) As sung by Chabley Fox. At Cen - tral Park, that love - ly spot, Where 'r—T- T--t P-0 '-P^ZP-P- summer breeze refresh-i - ing, Where fashion in its •N—!- v-i . -~ S ~i- h a 0 --w zfztt u height does reign, And dan-dies show their dressing. You’ll ■P -K :V- : £ EE -P^Tr-P- see some sights worth seeing there, ’Twill make you laugh, I rffclsi do de - clare, With ev - ery style to suit the times, Of ev - ery rank and station. (Sing for chorus the last eight measures.) OLD CREMONA SONGSTER. 13 The ladies all, in sweet perfume, Their dresses made in splen-di-or, And with a trail five yards behind, Just like an engine-tender— They keep the walks and crossings clean, Their dress is a patent sw T eeping-machine; If “ Hackley the Great” would hire them, He’d clean the streets much cheaper. With bonnets stuck up on their head, And on the top three ro*si-es; With cloth enough to make a suit, In their long shanghai joseys; -Hoops like Professor Lowe’s balloon, With gas enough to go to the moon; And when they swing, just stand aside, Or your legs are dislocated 1 PETE WILLIAMS. Comic Quartette. used to wear an old gray coat, All 'xW 1-i| —!- 1 _ 11 0 • i dff j (i ! y y* ya I ffPS ti i 0 * 9 i 0 T T V ± ja±—t : - * « T but - toned down be fore* 14 FRANK CONVERSE’S Oh, I wish that I had all the might For to stop this mighty fightin’ war; * I’d sing, and sing, and feel like a king— And live on de money what Abram Linkum don’t want. Oh, there’s John Bull! he’s got a skull, But very little in it; And then, I know, he wants our wool, And a war, he wants now to begin it. Oh, ragged Sally, from Shinbone Alley, She promised for to marry me; But she altered her mind, and she wasn’t inclined For to join with me in de holy bands ob hemlock. Oh, white folks, now we’re goin’ away, To seek some other furrin clime; We’ll come right back here some other day, And sing this song fur the second time. GOLD BUTTONS. Those are very pretty buttons you have got on that coat, Julius. Yes, Sam—dey’re gold buttons. Gold !—how man)'- carats ? You mean dem kind dey put in soup? No, no; how many carats fine ? Oh, go ’long, Sam ! Do you ’spose dat I wears wege- tables on my coat fur buttons ? No, sir-ee ! GOOD REASON. Pomp, what makes you hab no wool on de top ob your head ? 1 Well, Julius, I was out West ’bout free months ago; and de reason I got bald was, de gals out dar used to pull me into deir winders. OLD CREMONA SONGSTER. 15 SHODDY. (Song and Danoe.) Composed by Saul Sertrew. -A- w N V o \ he I? JL £M .ft # Cf N ^ . fT 3- ft r> m # j » M n * • V- r De country am in war, A_ o ® • » Once it was in peace, Oh, JL ■£•.# # * m -■J -J •£ • • • 3 n r ' ““i*-L every thing was sailin so lovely on de geese. r-th--N:-r- -t-t—- zrwr k. k n - i? p « k j? s r i i jrT\ - ^ T J\v 7ft ^ ! j U* VMl ] n ^ J • 9 \j | n # • / •> -* t sa ir v - Now it’s goin to smash, Things am might-y chang’d, Its a r-e-f— 7 —~Jy— J JL i r,«# J .... . n - 1' ^ r « %r rm ^ ^ r Z L **• r i T "YT7 * \ 99 • * £*3 t & . : won - der to me, how de matters am arranged. Chorus . - -£=; ZT 9 i « —r=r r f fT n j h _j tfF—-i 3 * . ^ Den mind yourself here, mind yourself there, Just look —G— 0--- -jh | r * * 3 ■j —| -J **? k k r -r * j 9 9 9 L ' JR* —*- out what you do or say, You’ll get in a snare. F?~ ~F= - 7 to* a 0 9 & £ -£K 2'-*- U - ^ tfc2fc U=5 — S5-J Better tend to biz, Keep'your mouf shut, Or de fust thing you know, you will git in Lafayette. (For the dance, play first eight measures.) 1 G FRANK CONVERSE’S Shoddy-contract’s all de go, and money fur de same; And if you’re a politician, you’re sure to git de game: No matter what the job is, either shoddy or a ram, For all you’ve got to do is, charge the hill to Uncle Sam. Den mind yoursejf here, etc. Gold and silver’s mighty scarce, sb de change we have to cramp, And fur de legal tender use de little postage-stamp; But the thing is all played out, like Aunt Jemima’s plaster; De more you try to pull^em out, de more dey stick de faster. Oh, paper-money’s plenty, and men to spend de same, But where it all goes to—nobody is to blame— So what’s de use of fifin’ if you can’t beat on de drum ? You have got to know your biz, or you’d better stay at home. LORD LOVELL AND NANCY BELL. A Doleful Ditty of ye Olden Time. — 9 —g 0 — 1 — 0 — 4 - Lord Lovell lie stood at his cas - tie gate, A - -0 -- r 0 - 0-0 EfEE if -V—V—V- 4==-—P-t- combing his milk-white steed, When ’long came sweet Lady ■*-t -—jy—N— h— -v- cy Bell, To wish her dear .lov - er good -K--K- •e speed, speed, speed, To wish her dear lover good speed. OLD CREMONA SONGSTER. 11 “Oh, where are you goin’?” Lady Nancy then said, “ Oh, where are you goin’ ?” said she. “I’m going, going far away, Strange countries for to see, see, see, Strange countries for to see.” He had not been goneffcit a year and a day, Strange scenery for to see, When singular thoughts went into his head: His Nancy Bell he would go see, see, see, His Nancy Bell he would go see. He rode, and he rode, on his milk-white steed, Till he came unto London town; And there he heard the City-Hall bell, And the people all running around, round, round, And the people all running around. “ Is there any one dead ?” Lord Lovell then said— “Is there any one dead?” said he. “A lord’s lady is dead,” a lady then said, “And they call her the Lady Nan-cy—cy—cy, And. they call her the Lady Nancy.” He ordered the grave to be open-i-ed, And the shroud to be folded down; And then he kissed her clay-cold lips, Till the tears they went trickling down, down, -v i : i Oh! de Banjo am de greatest thing dat 300^5E? 0 -=l=sj ever you did see, It will charm de frogs, de cats and dogs, like- L aIU —— a- - -0 . - m wise de honeybee. The niggers love de ole banjo, de iJ-jsa 0 .- white folks love him too, So I’ll give an imi - tation in de banjo * for to put de matter through. It was on one summer evening, when de moon was very high; I went to serenade my gal—de tear was in my eye. OLD CREMONA SONGSTER. 31 She says, “My dear, my duck-i-dee, I think you’d better stop”— Up went de winder, and down there come a great big pail of slop! So I’ll give, etc. De banjo’s like a fryin’-pan—handle sometimes holler, To let de viberation pass round, like a silver doller; And den it throws right back upon its jingulation, Wid Paganini-Cremona strings, to sound emancipation. So I’ll give, etc. It was in de year ob ’Seventy-six de banjo fust did rattle: De niggers gathered all around, like smoke does in de battle; Dey danced there for leben years, and neber stopped to think, When up come de king of France, wid a bottle ob blue ink. So I’ll give, etc. TOO TRUE TO NATURE. Sam, did you hear of me bein’ a painter ? No, Julius, I did not. I am; and, Sam, I am one ob de most natural painters you eber did see. Why, how so ? One time I painted a beautiful pictur ob way out in de country. A rural landscape, I suppose you mean ? Yes, I ’spose so; and in de pictur dar was a cabbage- field fenced in, and in anoder part ob de pictur I painted a beautiful cow; and jest as I had finished paintin’ de cow, an awful catastrophy occurred. Well, what was it? Why, Sam, it spoilt de pictur. What was the accident? . De accident was dis. De pictur was so true to natur, dat when I’d done paintin’»de cow, she jumped ober de fence and eat up all de cabbages! So it spoilt de paintin’. 32 FRANK CONVERSE’S ip OR ANY OTHER MAN, (Comic Banjo-Song.) By Nelse Seymour. I-N—n—- t -- ±i-A i Oh! white folks list - en un : z=±= ^r = ± *Ef* i what I have to say. Ill talk to you a- t m -h I -bout de times, And fea - tures ob de ± -jhS=S±i w- day. And in my song Ill do my best, And _. a _I— i please you if I can, And tell you what I ■ 3 * ±ftt -P—h think ob you, or Any OTHER MAN. De politicians Norf and Souf am gittin’ mighty crusty; De nigger-question’s all de talk, and things are lookin* dusty; But while de flag ob freedom waves throughout our native land, We’re bound to keep de Union safe, or any other man. Brave Mac he led our army on, so ever brave and true; And if dey’d only let him alone, he’d put de war right through; For he himself would drill de men, and soon would laid a plan To drive secession from our soil, or any other man. 0L1> CREMONA SONGSTER. 33 POP GOES THE NIGGEE •! End-Song, As sung by Charley Fox. in — 4- When peo - pie po - li - tics do talk, $ m :q * Pop._goes the nig - ger. Dey say dey’ll make de X r- rebels wa lk, Pop, ^ <9 * goes the nig - ger. The * _ i po - li - ticians are keeping still, 13e contraband dev can - not kill, But when they want Hass a -rtt-t.. Pon. ernes the a bill, Pop, goes the nig - ger. [For the chorus, repeat the last three lines of each verse.] John Bull he tried a row to make— Pop goes the nigger! He tried this Union for to break— Pop goes the nigger! He says he is a Union man, To stop the war he’s got a plan: But when he comes to show his hand— Pop goes the nigger! 34 FRANK CONVERSE’S Oh, now my little song am done— Pop goes the nigger I I hope I have offended none— Pop goes the nigger! They’re fightin’ now all through de laud— They say to free de contraband; De war will soon be settled, and — Pop goes the nigger l KRUELTY TO JOHNNY. Kruel is de vintar, vat now is cornin’ right on; Kruel is de Sheidam snoops vat isn't quite too strong enuff; OLD CREMONA SONGSTER. 35 Kruel vas de ship vat on dera seas does lies, But krueler vas de captain ven he knocked out my Shon’a left eye. Tweedlum, etc. Kruel vas de hour ven I did leave my home; Kruel vas de viud vat blow’d an orfal storm; Kruel vas de ship vat sink to rise no more; But krueler was de bar of soft soap vat vouldn’t vash my Shon ashore! Tweedlum, etc. Kruel is de cold vedder vich now is cornin’ on; Kruel is de poorhouse-mens vat’s boarded us so long And kruel is de bolicemeus, and kruel is de laws; But krueler vill you be, mine kind friens, ef you don’t give us some more applause. ^ Tweedlum, etc. THE DIFFERENCE. Sam, can you tell me the difference between a Dutch¬ man and a Know-Nothing? No, I cannot. Well, I’ll tell you. What is the difference? Bekase one is Dutch upon de down, and de oder is down upon de Dutch. CONUNDRUMS. Sam, why was Vespucius de navigator so jovial? Julius, I don’t know. Because, Sam, he was A-meri-cus. Why are red-headed soldiers always ready to fight? Because dey carry deir fire-locks on deir shoulders. When is a boat like a knife ? When it’s a cutter. 36 FRANK CONYERSE’S LANIGAN’S BALL. As sung by Nelse Seymour. 1 K ih~jr-rh dr - o v S.- . ..ky ^ Sl. P J J- M i a p im/o P p .n 4 s P J a 0 0 Z & & W .a. 0 b = In the town of Athol lived one Micky Lanigan, Cho .-Whack fol lol fol lol— fol lod - e - ra, YTfsft w. ’ v —N —hr —hr — -0 - 0 - 0 - Batter’d away till he hadn’t a pound. His Whack fol lol— fol lol fol la. —y~tr-T-K-K —h" ESNt S'l • » 7 * • t father he died, and it made him a man a - gin, Whack fol lol fol lol— fol lod - e - ra. N fS-A JS —&— h~p „ - * * • >■ $±izz Left him a farm of ten acres of ground. He Whack fol lol fol lol fol la. -Irnr * 9 + t T~ Jf Ur f r . j b r j -! J- - li- | I # 7^0 j j j \j W- j-- y ^ b j < b W v V V S s + * * / y gave a large party to all his re - lation, That -i* * -i* -w- ^—>—V —w—8*—U— v p y *z stood by him when he went off to the war. So ~~Y~i 0 0 0 0 * 0 r . f 0 B u r MSf*. f> ( [ | >y i r b. j r r 3# « fpTv j j 1 \j v b \/ * v y jy 4 . F t if you but list - en I’ll make your eyes glisten, io the " 0 - 7 —. ~r—N—hr dv .v :=N j K :: A rb ^ ^ j p □ J ! j z -« rn V n & 0 0 0 a 9 0 7 .. V \L. * # .an . i _ «' K ^ $ runnin’, And we will cotch him soon. Ba - lam Ba- =2=t -in -lam De coon he keeps a runnin’. Ba- — p-f— g-FF -lam Balam Balam, Oh! can’t you jine along. De coon he am a foolin’, He thinks dat we is funnin’; Ole Towser he will wool him, And make him sing dis song. Balam, etc. De coon he am a bilin’, De fire we keep a pilin’, To keep de meat from spilin’, Just for de barbecue. Balam, etc. We’re gwine to jine de Union, And lib with Father Abram, And stop de pickin’ cotton, So we can hunt de coon. Balam, etc. OLD CREMONA SONGSTER. 39 THREE BLIND MICE, Comic Round. i 4 = = 1 = Three blind mice- See how they -4* : r m -h—r:-hr—F— 0— V V V +3 -b +j :b « * * 3 ruii^- They all run right after the farmer’s wife, She /»ii4- aAP fb 4 --i cut otf their tails with car - ving m knife: Did ev er you hear such jfc ±=±='±1 — —J-i tale in your life ? Three blind mice—— CONUNDRUMS. When is a bedstead not a bedstead? "When it's a little buggy. Why is an old coat like iron ? Because it is a specimen ob hard-ware. Why is a miuce-pie like a meeting-house? Because you can walk into it. Why is a railroad-car like a bed-bug ? Because it runs on sleepers. Why is an old maid like a stale lemon ? Because neither ain’t worth squeezin’. 40 FRANK CONVERSE’S DANDY PETE. (Banjo Solo.) rfdyfa=q «• * e '—4 —1* -V-—III—?—j(L —j-0—9— f — Oh! white folks, your attention, I’s Mi=tr- SE i -+-t goi n’ to sing a song; And I guess I will just mention, It •Am m 9.-0 to v T isn’t very long. It’s all about a young man, Dat 6 " ■=£lz°z3E£z*±*i£:zi iq?=3ii=5=?^ri- —^^ tho’t hisself so neat. For he call’d himself Augustus, But I Chorus. tottoh: Mu know’d his name was Pete. Oh! Oh! Oh! De -Yr to to .V- g ladies al - ways said, - 0* he look’d so sweet, ±L and dress’d so neat, he almost kill’d ’em dead. His young man had no money, But den he dressed so neat! He wore a big brass breastpin, Hat he bought in Chatham street; OLD CREMONA SONGSTER. 41 He wore a false mustacher, His cheeks he used to paint; And when he rolled his eyes around, He made de ladies faint. For he called, etc. He called upon his sweetheart; And when he left de room, They found dat sweet Augustus Had borrowed all de spoons 1 An M. P. soon did nab him, Which took away his breath; And now lie’s gone to Sing Sing, To benefit his health. 3?or he called, etc. seat KOBINSOST CKUSOE, Comic Quartette, ± ■h—h—js—jv- -jrr~ tr—fv~ S—< 0 - 0. S-4 V—V-¥- m When I was a lad, I had cause to be sad. My A grand - father did lose. Oh, you’ve r-g-AAA .-h -# ^ _ si __/-?__ ss ... _ X V t read -in a book of a voyage he took, And his 44 - .y.y 0 -f-- \ T - 0 - ^ -N- 4* - 80 - name it was Robin - son Cru - a - crusoe. r 42 FRANK CONVERSE’S Last Chorus. Cru 45- soe, Cru -9 £ soe, Cru - a - cru - so so, fEE so— so, so, so. OLD CREMONA SONGSTER. 43 [Sing chorus to first and second verses in unison.] He got all the wood that ever he could, And he stuck it together with glue, so; He built him a hut, and in it he put The carcass of Robinson Crusoe. Oh, poor Robinson Crusoe, etc. 44 FRANK CONVERSE’S He was brought to a stand by a track in the sand, Without any boot or a shoe, so: “ Oh, what have we here ? it’s a filibus-teer— A Walker!” sa}^ Robinson Crusoe. Oh, poor Robinson Crusoe, etc. WHAT I WISH, (Oomic Banjo-Song.) Sung by Frank Converse. rfPHn . L & r \ r K ~N -r L 1 »* 1 ; rrrrn * • J 1 n L v 1 ZHTPiZ? — a- & ® ” & \ -a — 1 1- y-4 ---L thinking I’d put tlie rebels through. Den wake up! Q * ' it •iiff ■r i £ j it St. .. Ti #- fi#- I /£ ^ 0 9 1 Ll Jl 0 u LA. L ^ | v r~ - & '? P- ^ 1 k ' U - boys! Oh! don’t you hear denoise? Dar’s nothing like de 1—C—S-ffii—N-— I h N. N V sx pAr^it # 2 i ■ K t_T* . N D A rr/rv fr " © h -ft th j a J . l n / / 7 .8L r - 0 lx talent. 9 To put the mat - ter through. OLD CREMONA SONGSTER. 45 If I was Bull Run Russell—Bull Russell—Run Russell, If I was Bull Run Russell, I tell you what I’d do: I’d travel on my muscle—my Benicia—my muscle, And whiskey I would guzzle, and blow a little too. Oh, if I was much bigger—some bigger—great bigger, Oh, if I was some bigger, I tell you what I’d do: I’d buy up all de niggers—de niggers—de colored African- American citizens, I’d buy u^all de niggers, and—sell ’em, wouldn’t you? SHODDY-CONTRACTS. (End-Song.) H - Ik o \ j ip a ft M J J p & Q ... r Lft n J j r i - j Lv 9 * p p p -P 1 t ° P * - Oh! every body now is makihg money r~v~ s 0 0 ft ft -Si ! K. K K. v 1 1 J J 0 0 0 t -A -fr fr -ft- f(\S ' tgi b b tr It f r r 9 \ LS3zn= - y ■~ , y y y ■ -b h-b 1 | ^ Q - - 0 fast, Just keep de war a goin’, and we’ll all be rich at =2= - N N—H 1 ^— - e e . „ r- P P — & -- h - y — y--' - last. You mustn’t stand a foolin’, but go right in and ~~Y~ N ’ p Q & -N P r p j ii-t rfu r ‘ is j 1 \J J 1 v jy ; 9 . / y v v .Jj s v l win, Just take a shoddy contract, dat’s de Chorus. - h < -ft T' K jr~ t 7 1 3 « w p; . a w». » ^ ® # r 7 -r 7 r Tj V]/ • • - P way to raise de wind. Oh! dis am de y' k n T « 0 .J A 0 0 r *. 0 rPpr F ~t d 9 • i !. / j Anz. u * U ✓ P. time, So all go in and wiu, Just V 9 0 0 0 —T' r~—r k v — tt j : ** 4? J j Lx 0 fnY v P j 3 3 « 9 T vMy ^ ^ / / r ■ r V kj & L take.an army contract, Dat’sthe way to raise the “tin.” 46 FRANK CONVERSE’S De brigadiers and hoss-marines am gittin’ mighty grand, Wid “giltments” on his sholdiers, and their delicate white hands; Bey never see’d a battle, dey go it on red tape— Wid pockets full of “greenbacks,” dey travel on their shape. Young ladies now, they are so grand, dey play de grand piano; They say they’ll never mar-i-e, unless they g^t the rhino. Now, if you want to marry some pretty little charmer, Just take a shoddy-contract, and she’ll marry you to¬ morrow. PULL THE STOPPLE OUT. Comic Ballad. As sung by Charley Fox. a bummer meet a bummer With a bottle of gin, if you want to wet your whistle, Pull the stopple out If a bummer treat a bummer To fourth-proof camphene, Should that bummer retaliate, And give him a smack in the snout? OLD CREMONA SONGSTER. 47 Every bottle has a stopple Stickin’ in its snout— So if you want to wet your whistle, Pull the stopple out. If a bummer tell some bummers What he’s singin’ about, Need a bummer tell them bummers That the thing’s played out? Every bottle has a stopple Slickin’ in its snout— So if you want to wet your whistle, Pull the stopple out. SEND DE SOJEES DOWN! (Walk around.) By Frank B. Converse. wilderness—Send de sojers down! Good news!- rH — -a?- —r tr. 9 . j 9 p Q r » ft T i j— r ■ Tj ; ~ ft 1 ~ V lU l - 1 * -J - Good ne-ws, Good news for de contraband! -J-T--' 5-P - =f ^ r - gp —- Good ne-ws! Good news, Newborn again. 48 FRANK CONVERSE’S Abram Linkum said to me— Send de sojers down! He’s gwine to make de niggers free— Send de sojers down! Good news, good news, good news from Abraham! Good news, good news—new born again! Dance. De niggers den will be de king— Send de sojers down 1 And how we’ll make de white folks sing— Send de sojers down ! Good news, good news, good news for de colored folks! Good news, good news—new born again! Dance. Dey’re goin’ for to try for to make de niggers fight— Send de sojers down 1 But we will run wid all our might— Send de sojers down I Bad news, bad news, bad news from Abraham! Bad news, bad news, Abri-u-ham 1 Dance. CONUNDRUMS. "Why is a pretty young lady like a wagon-wheel? Because she is surrounded by felloes. What is it that is a cat and not a cat, and yet it am a cat? A kitten. Why is a hog in a parlor like a house on fire ? Because they both want puttin’ out. What makes a pet dog wag his tail when he sees his master ? Because he’s got one to wag. Why is a man with a great many servants like an oyster? Because he’s eat out of house and home. OLD CREMONA SONGSTER. & JEKUSHA ANNA BELL. Comic Banjo Song. Sung by Frank Converse. 1EEat m -t—P i [ once went a courting Je - rusha Anna Bell. 3=8=i=3F -a Ri fol * de - did - die ol de da. E3^= courted her kase I liked her very well. Oh, i B 9 *=£: Ri - fol - diddle- ol de da. She was $ M -Fj -H- Fj —»■ V, —V y —^—*- tall and slim, and den she was so rich, She be- =£=*. . —=r ——|--Sr-Sr W-* * r" -long’d to de rooster - cratic rank, Kase she 50 PRANK CONVERSE^ One day I asked her for to marry me, Hi fol, etc. She threw back her bonnet, and hollered, “ No, sir-ee I” Ri fol, etc. Says she, “Young man. I think you are too poor, And I don’t think that you have got much brains; For when I marry, I want a man That knows enough to come in when it rains!” Oh, hard was the fate of Jerusha Anna Bell! Ri fol, etc. But the truth to you I am now a-goin’ to tell, Ri fol, etc. The faro-bank, one day it busted up, And it wouldn’t pay Jerusha nary red: It struck to her heart, and it made her sick, And finally it killed her dead. “I CAN’T HELP BAT” Comic Song, Sung by Charley Fox. OLD CREMONA SONGSTER. 51 -G-rb f ... m e e K ' V K JL U | m 0 j f N ffrsv p f j r h- t- ; r j 1 j JZaZ_V- ? r t * - o & ® n white folks sot de trigger, Au’ now because dere —tr, b a • 0 9 ? o L / b L G I i J 0 m « l- J J ft t "b [j r~ r r ' t HTF ■■ t>- f V v - * u V- L U-—'—L hands am full, Dey’s down on all de niggers. Chorus. JL b u p r 0 O 0 * V a a 1 . 1 - 1 / t J - | . =-r— 0j V P V- J -PP P But I can’t help dat, ’Taint my fault, -y- f v ... P T s , “ , T r © p 0 © ATb U- J a p •f J ■ A T 7 0 A - -y -y -y ' M' 0 • J 0 you can plainly see, De more dis war dey ~~TT» "N \ \ h. r rr JL. b L 0 & J 1 -V ~TT P ~PW ' >•18 d d i * i r-fr -VP |i —b b . ^ g 0 : -~i— prosy - cute, De wuss it am for me. I’ve lived for more than forty years, And never see’d a trouble; And, wid some folks, de nigger am De issue ob de debil— Bekase dey’s black, and some am free As any in de nashun; And some ob us now smell a mice In de bill ob de confiscashun. But I.can’t help dat, etc. Now, some folks said, “ Oh, who’d a thought, When fust dey made de figger, Dat all de Norf and all de Souf Would fuss about de niggers?” Up in de Norf dey sets him free, And in de Souf dey spend him; Now, if dey set de niggers free, Whar is dey gwine to send ’em? But I can’t help dat, etc. 52 FRANK CONVERSE’S OH, YES, ’TIS SO! Comic Song, Sung by Nelse Seymour. j Our nation’s topsy turvy, and things are looking \ Our specie’s all skedaddled, and gold am out of tz3l J-P- =N—5E f queer, For dat de times am shaky, to \ date, Shinplasters too have fizzled, now Chorus. m i -h f all is very clear. 1 Greenbacks circulate. Yes, ’tis so, Oh! yes, ’tis so, To all it’s very clear, The 3 nation’s topsy turvy, And things are looking queer. Our rulers down at Washington excited seem to be— We’ve had a proclamation, for to set de niggers free: Now, Brother Horace says, that they emancipation get; But Horace must mistaken be, the “darks” don’t see it yet. Now, Giddy Welles they say’s asleep, but soon he may awake; And Stanton take a lesson, too, and no more blunders make. We’ve got an army large enough at once to clear de track, If “ red tape” will but rest a while, and give us Little Mac. OLD CREMONA SONGSTER. 53 DE HISTOBY OB DE BANJO, Comic Banjo-Solo, Sung by Frank Converse. -df ^ =Msnss- n "t? , — !.'#— 0 — 0 —a*——— S —S-Ny - T5 -° b De banjo am de greatest thing, dat ever you did know, And 9 0-0 — when de darkey hear de sound, it shakes de heel aiv toe, It was -A-l - 0-0- -v—v- raised in old Wirginn 3 r , down in Lousiana State, a.- -bout ten thousand years ago, for so de people state. Chorus. 4 & m 0 * 0 - 0 --— 0-0 ~ Mm Ah, Oh, Oh, Oh, did you ever go to be ! De ~b-fc-N TV iS—N-N--K- -0-. "Sr ^ $*=■ Mi -0.U banjo am de wonderfullest thing you ever see. I De darkeys they do love to work in massa’s cotton-gin, But always hate to hear de words, “Now go to work agin;” But when de 6berseer comes ’round, it always grieves us so, We stop de work, and play a tune upon do old banjo. 5* 54 FRANK CONVERSE’S Dis darkey’<3 gwine to leave de Souf—to Canada he’ll go, ’Kase I trabels on ray muscle, and I plays de old banjo; I’se gwine to wear big ruffles, and gloves upon de hand, And I’se a-goin’ to blow de drum in Dod worth’s big brass band. kk BANJO DUETT. As sung by Fox and Converse. T~1 N - mi Oh ! way down Souf whar I was born, And when at night dey dance de reel. Sym. Dey fat de lit - tie Dey eat so much it hear de ban-jo soun - din\ OLD CREMONA SONGSTER. 55 A bull-frog, dressed in sojers’ clothes, Went to de field to shoot some crows: De crows dey know’d he had no gun, And so he couldn’t make ’em run. Ob all de things I eber eat, Dars nothing like de ’possum-meat! It’s good to make de banjo sound, And raise your heel right off de ground. COMIC BANJO SOLO. Sung by Frank Converse. f Ob , __ all de instruments dat’s play’d, Gib f =&: £- = 5 —P : 0 - 1 — 0 - 0 ±- 0 - V— Mi me de ole banjo, b $r It makes de darkey jump around, upon de heel an toe, It’s e- 56 FRANK CONVERSE’S I played before de King ob France, likewise de Queen ob Spain; And for de Queen ob Englum, right in de Drury Lane. She says, “My hansum colored boy, just play a little jig, I want to have a little dance”—she danced just like a pig! I never will forget it, and I think I never ought, When I played before de jury and de judge, right in de court. De man was tried for murder, but de judge was full ob glee; De banjo made him happy, and he set dat poor man free. THE FOUR VULTURES. Comic Quartette, (The leader, with open book, recites each couplet before singing.) [Spoken] There was two crows sat on a tree, As black as any crows could be. [Sing.] 4± Vf .All» I—* There was two crows sat » ft site a tree, As 3= $ -r- -q—q— -H--« black- a - n - y crows could be. [Spoken.] Says one old crow unto his mate, “ What shall we do for bread to ate V 1 [Sing.] J—^rj=rj:q=:j— 'V . dApA Says one old crow *— #—0 — unto-his mate, “What HI 3E ~a~ 3fc£ shall-we do-for bread to ate?” OLD CREMONA SONGSTER. 5T Then up did rise the other crow, And said, 11 1 don’t know what to do: The farmer he does watch his corn, And keeps it locked up in the barn. “ On yonder field a horse has lain, Who has been only three days slain; We’ll light upon his bare backbone, And pick his eyes out, one by one 1” SWEET ELIZA, End-Song. W r=S=3p=- w- —^— i —pt dearly love a-lit - tie. gal, In- ifc -0* '-M-V- — v~ V— & —^—fr —r -deed she’s stole my— heart away. She always makes de =8=rZ * - ~R|- Kr-Kr-Nr - hs . - w " < *• . i-ra r n-- -•—j ^ -N- : white folks stare, When she is strollin’ on Broadway. tC 3 :=t -P—0- ■v-v- Darkies sigh as we pass by, And roll their eyes on ==fc=±E=: , s !; sweet E - li za; Darkies sigh as we pass ll by, And roll their eyes on sweet E - li - za. BB FRANK CONVERSE’S Her mother she does take in wash in’. .A ud starches collars for de gents; And Eliza, like a good little daughter, Hangs ’em to dry out on de fence. Her mammy is a cream o'Tartar, And she don’t like me pretty well; She doused me in a pail of water, Which didu’t make me feel very well. I asked Eliza if she’d have me, And give up her pro-fes-si-on: She jumped right up and said, “Don’t tafty !” And we was quickly spliced in one. HONEST MEN. Comic End-Song. Words by Saul Sertrew. Originalfy sung by Nelse Seymour. i Ill sing to you lit tie song, it t will not take me long, The words they are not -P- many, but they will make up the song. It’s m i how to make a liv - ing, all in an fat way, And-speak it out just like a man, for OLD CREMONA SONGSTER. 59 i Imitations , ad libitum , a -P—F- P—P V—P- -V- c ^— all you’ve got to say, With your “Soap fat,” “Rags,” “Soap fat,” “ Tin Slow . Ie 1 # i-#— 0- ± 2 = 5 : ware to mend,” “Brooms,” “Aney old locks yez wants kays fur?” Chorus. c=f5=rfc=± | g3=f5: rdf- tot . . v—v “Glass put in,” Oh, these fa - miliar cries, You can f-#- P - w - i hear them every day, And as you pass a- fr ^~T jT~ . k .-Zh . --|V 42 - -long the street, You hear just what they say. There was a man lived in dis town, who cut a dashing swell— He sported lots of jewelry, so de ladies liked him well; So, just for to please de ladies, his money he did spend— He was afraid to steal, so he just turned an honest man. With hts [imitations], etc. The politicians grumble some, and say their gittin’ poor, For Abram saw their little tricks, and shut the treasury- door. Don’t be too nice—take my advice—’tis good, you may depend: With hook and basket—stock enough to make you honest men. With your [imitations], etc. 60 FRANK CONVERSE’S THE SAILOR. Comic Banjo-Song. Sung by Charley Fox. -K ' -K- said that she would marry me, ’kase I was so zii;S=j“==— 4 _— i — z — fs —h -h—*- -3=jrz funny, She said, “If you don’t come home, just Chorus. yal-ler gal, that ev - er you did see, Slu -S J— -hr ±= 3 ±± -N~»- ±3t V— ~g~r was a han’some charmer, born on de ole Pee Dee. OLD CREMONA SONGSTER. 61 I sent her all my money, just like a beetle-head; And when I come to know things, I found dat she had fled, Ob, now I’m sad and lonely—it’s almost killed me dead; I’ve got a mind to drown myself, or jump oft*some man’s shed. Now, darkeys, take a warnin’—just listen unto me: Oh, never be a sailor, if you want for to marry! Dis charmin’ gal am ruined now, as you shall plainly see— She got married to another nig, and dat was bigamy. THE FIFTH-AVENOODLE BELLE. Comic Banjo-Solo. dwell; He used to butcher clams, which -S3- — a -a»- rather soiled his hands, So the trade it didn’t suit him very Chorus. -jU. well. Den take my ad - vice, Don’t try to be too * t * 5 = 5 ; nice, But always take a trick when you can. 6 62 FRANK CONVERSE’S He wore such han’some clothes, strapped way down to his And he cut such a mighty swell! [toes, So, on one very fine day, he got married right away, To a dashing Fifth-Avenoodle belle. One day, as he was walkin’ up and down de street, Along with his avenoodle dear, His daddy-in-law he found was boss of a candy-stand, And his business was sell in’ soda-beer 1 SALLY WHITE, (Comic Banjo-Solo.) Sung by Charley Fox. f\V. T T_..... Oh! I’ve come right out before you, to sing a lit - tie song, Just have a lit - tie patience, -gU- g i—0 0-- ft and it will not take me long, It’s a- V"b t aeis 9 V bout a little gal, and her name was Sally White, She - 0.0 lov’d me more than any man, with all her main and-might. Chorus. m #•— 0- - 0-0 =2zT 0 - 0 - t~ir Oh! white folks, de gals dey are so funny, OLD CREMONA SONGSTER. 63 ~ 0 -- 0 - 0*-0 tell you dey will drop you, if you havn’t got some money, To 4 m - 0 —? 0 a -0~0'-P buy silk dresses and Alii - gator shoes, And A _ = c±A It— y~V—$ take ’em to the “uproar” in a big barouche. Now, Sally was de tallest gal dat ever you did see; Her voice it was so sweeter dan de little humming-bee; And when she took aTnap, she looked sweeter dan de angel: But when she went to eat, why, she always cleared de table. Oh, white folks, etc. There’s one thing more I have to say, it’s hard for to relate, Sally she skedaddled ’way down to de Southern state; And now she’s mendin’ trousers for Jeff Davis’s brigadiers; And if she would come back to me, I’d give her three smacks in de jaw! Oh, white folks, etc. CONUNDRUMS. "Why is a poor man like a baker? Because he needs de dough. Who was the oldest woman ? Aunt-Iquity. Why is a vain young lady like a confirmed drunkard? Because neither is satisfied with a moderate use of the glass. 64 FRANK CONVERSE’S i THE TWIG OF SHILLALAH. Patriotic Irish Song, 5=fct '4^1 A-^ A A A •h'* - —— 0 - - c-*- — • — 0 — a — 0 — 9 — tight lit - tie lad at Shil - la lah. world I be - gan with a prospect so fair, , My 5 ^ zJtzb: dad was worth nothing, and was his heir, So *— 0 — P=-if=| i±=?==£zi: y— -y— all my estate was a heart free from care, And a -tr-ff- ^ f 0 0 -fy K ] r 1 1 . - h; *7 r 9 a n 1 j 1 If frTS * / !\j ! j 9 J V 17 ^ / * 1 “Turn captain,” cried dad, “and if kilt in the strife, Success and long life to shillalah! Your fortune is made all the rest of your life, As sure as there’s bogs in Killalahl” OLD CREMONA SONGSTER. 65 But thinks I, “ Spite of what fame and glory bequeath, How conceited I’d look in a fine laurel-wreath, Wid my head in my mouth, to stand pickin’ my teeth Wid a tight little twig of shillalah!” To sustain the Union I firmly will aid, Wid my tight little twig of shillalah; For a divil of a rumpus Jeff Davis has made, As sure as there’s bogs in Killalah! I’ll still for our friends have a heart warm and true, To our foes give my hand—for what else can I do? Yes, I’ll give ’em my hand—but along wid it, too, A tight little twig of shillalah ! TO SEE WHAT I CAN SEE, (Comic Banjo-SongO Sung by Charley Fox. just look at you all, 6 * for to see what 1 can see. 66 FRANK CONVERSE’S Now, there’s a man a smilin’, he’s dressed so very neat, Wid his arm around a little gal, she looks so very sweet; He looks a kind-er languj^hin’, she looks him in de eye— But if her mammy heard ob dis, why, she’d bust out and cry Oh, don’t you see dat charmer, a-sittin’ over there? She’s dressed to deff wid jewelry, and ringlets in her hair. Her husband’s mighty rich, and has got a bad cough; It’s made him sick, a-buyin’ things for her to show off. Now, there’s a hansum clerk, wid eyelashes on his lip; He kisses all de pretty gals, wid his sip-per, sip—ah—sip; He does it kind-er careless, and always on de sly; But if he doesn’t steal a dress, de gals dey say, “ Ok, fiel” THE GAT YOUNG WAITER, (Sung by Nelse Seymour.) Hr, o w w w w zvs ^ ^ p_j: J jS j p r\r r i N d f 9 J vW 4 pi 9 9 & & m Some years a - go or may be la - ter, There was a chap, no small po - ta - to, At Meschutts he -y-r—* -k si L q 0 St 0 - X h ■ St. J . P L L • 1- •f 0 ffTNV 9 & i if 1 J . \J ■ 7 r -W— * * 1 r v v + < L- -J/-J was a waiter, ’Ten - din’ to de calls. He 0 0. ft f. 0 - 7 £T*-n had curly har, and jet black eyes too, Pointed chin, and ~tr-| * —N- -ft- ^ - a a ° 0 a r \j , o • 9 9 * \J ° nose lai'ge size too. He tot - ed cof - fee and “1 V r \ w i ?1 . 4 L h J & j p m jT V i •* 3 ft J V II aUZ ZJZ. 9 - * & ° M - . 0 Li oyster pies too, Cakes and codfish balls. OLD CREMONA SONGSTER. 67 There was a gal—one Jane Matilda— Love for him had nearly killed her; She was a straw-bonnet builder. In a shop down town. Dressed to death, with han’some features, Every day he’d go to meet her, And to lager-bier he would treat her— Oh, he did it brown! He promised he’d be her defender, And to de halter he’d atteud her ; But he went off on a bender, And he soon got tight. De police found him in de gutter— Not a word he scarce could utter; So dey brought him on a shutter, To de Tombs dat night. DOWN BELOW. A Pathetic Ballad. sto - ry I , n will tell, ’bout the reb - i w . - - o - u - els v <» • a n k k n l m ! ifV 2 fm b !7 r r 9 fH' 9 a • a 9 \ V~t P -? , r 41 - That in se-cesh do dwell, down bc-lo w. 68 FRANK CONVERSE’S Oh, my name is Abe Linkum, Down below! Oh, my name is Abe Linkum, Down below! Oh, my name is Abe Linkum, On the “goose” question I’m some, And the rebels I will drum Down below! Oh, Secession’s bound to fall, Down below! Oh. Secession’s bound to fail, Down Joelow! Oh, Secession’s bound to fall— Davis, Beauregard, and all; I will drive ’em to the wall, Down below! 9 FIGHTIN’ IN DE AKMT, Banjo-Song, Sung by Charley Fox. a ± * De hard-esi work dat ev - er I did see, Was mg a so * jer, standin’ sen- ter —{xr-Aff ^ ^ --- p i— ft ® H fas ' : Ifit All for to go, and wear de sojer’sclo’se, Dar’s -F- SH- noth - ing like fight - in’ in de ar - my, OLD CREMONA SONGSTER. 69- Chorus . - & v ” C' 7 f - !> 'j \J ] J Y . 1 n v v l -v — V — V —2---2—1 Rum-turn, bum, don’t you hear de drum? r-6-feJf —^— fc—f“ K-: : ' itr. A .r~r J -H ~rr\ if ^ .0 9 . f J f J T f . J2 IT [ Drums and de ^ ^ fi - fers, don’t you hear ’em blow? nrfiF—I s —1 fe zfc i* zjv - f J. J ^ D J J . # * * r t & ?PrviT * 0 9 9 - V 5 -$ P " v Hold up your head, and throw out your chest, And “1 ~N r r "/ v jt fj u J ij \\ - p y p J ! <* ! 1 firs n 3 5 / » ft <9 ft 0 9~ / r r \s\) — y y y * * 1 / 1 r be a brig - a - di - er in de ar - my. Oh! if yon want to be a big man, Go down to Washington and steal all you can; Wear good clothes and drink gin slings, And you can be a Tcurnel in de army. Rumtum, bum, etc. If I was Abe Litikum and he was me, I’d take Jeff Davis and hang’him on a tree ; I’d take all de niggers dat is a loafin’ ’round, And make ’em all captains in de army. Rumtum, bum, etc. CONUNDRUMS. Why is a hoop like a woman’s tongue ? Because it has got no end. Why is twice ten like twice ■eleven ? Because twice ten are twenty, and twice eleven are twenty-two (too). TO PRANK CONVERSE’S THE BROOM-PEDDLER. (Comic Banjo-Song,) Sung by Frank Converse. $ Now pay at - ten - tion, white folks, while I Cho. Then white folks, lis - ten to me now, and .---»- JUi sing a lit - tie ditty, hear this aw - ful strain, It’s all a-bout a It’s all a-bout a i A 1 broom ped - dler, that lived broom ped - dler, that lived in de Em - pire in Fid - dler’s round a-bout the town, Till he fell in love wid 2-^^ -“n-l i iztJt m dam - su - el that turned him up - side down. He used to wear a hickory shirt, and overalls so blue ; [too. He was double-breasted iu d'e back,and smoked his meresham He stood six feet high in his stocking-feet, and weighed two hundred pounds— He licked de big Magnesia boy in just lebenty-leben rounds. When Linkum made de call for troops, it set old Broorney He started off for Canada just to git clear of draftin’, [laughin’, When his true-love did hear of this, she took cold chills and cramps: [stamps! She went and committed Susan-cide wid a box of postage- OLD CREMONA SONGSTER. u POLICY AHD POLITICS. (Comic Ditty.) As sung by Nelse Seymouk. =F= I’m Sam wliat strikes de ban - jo, tezfvx: and dts. #-1—t— Pol - i - cy does play, On Four E-lev-enand --- ; -- -'-/■ *- Four-ty-four, I mon-ey — bet each'day. I may V r - r ---p - dream un - til my brains fly out, but it ^jviil do no —|—<«—$ good. And am not smart e - nough zjY ■±=3r^±i for mis - ter Pol - i - cy Wood. - Our country is turned upside down, by swindlers and the like; An honest man, I’m sorry to say, can nowhere make a strike; [smoke, Our noble soldiers through dis war have fought in lire and Because Abe Linkum had to wait for to tell his last joke. Come all ye noble sportsmen, come sympathize with me— I’ll tell you a jig I want you all to play dis night with me: It’s “ Union, Constitution , and the creed of Washington 1” We then can put the busin©33 through, and soon the day’ll be won. »2 FRANK CONVERSE’S CREMONA SONGSTER. UEW-YORK LADIES. (Comic End-Song.) Sung by Charley Fox. Now. little gals, just look at me, and § hear just what I say, I’ll tell you ’bout de & fa - shi - ons, dat promenade Broadway, l>e i ?- Mory A.ntiqdes and sa - tin things, ob] i blue, red, white, and green, Bey trail away, be- -hind ’em far, like a street - sweeping machine. De ladies, when dey promenade, a-shoppin’ dey do go, Wid muffs chock full ob “greenbacks,” to make a dashing show; ||: Dey pull down all de dry goods and sling ’em all about— Stick up their noses, pout their lips, and—den* walk right straight out :]| De bonnets am so very tall—-just three feet high or more— And filled wid wegetables, bought from a grocery store; jj: And den de stripecLBalmorals, all frill’d and crimp’d below, Dey slightly raise their Mory Antiques , to make a little show.jj THE END. 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