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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - - - -Title: Beadle's Dime Song Book No. 5 - A Collection of New and Popular Comic and Sentimental Songs - -Author: Various - -Release Date: January 8, 2016 [EBook #50878] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BEADLE'S DIME SONG BOOK NO. 5 *** - - - - -Produced by David Edwards, Carol Brown, and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - - - - - 5 BEADLE’S 5 - DIME - - [Illustration] - - Song Book - - No. 5. - - A COLLECTION OF NEW AND POPULAR - - COMIC AND SENTIMENTAL - - SONGS. - - [Illustration] - - NEW YORK: - BEADLE AND COMPANY, - General Dime Book Publishers. - - - - - Books for the Hour! - - - MILITARY EXPLOITS - OF - Great Soldiers and Generals. - - - BEADLE’S - DIME BIOGRAPHICAL LIBRARY. - - Each Issue Complete. 100 Pages. Price Ten Cents. - - -No. 6.--THE LIFE, MILITARY AND CIVIC SERVICES OF LIEUT.-GEN. WINFIELD -SCOTT. Complete up to the present period. - -No. 4.--THE LIFE, TIMES AND SERVICES OF ANTHONY WAYNE (MAD ANTHONY): -Brigadier-General in the War of the Revolution, and Commander-in-Chief -of the Army during the Indian War. - -No. 1.--THE LIFE OF JOSEPH GARIBALDI: The Liberator of Italy. Complete -up to the withdrawal of Garibaldi to his Island Home, after the -Neapolitan Campaign, 1860. - - * * * * * - -These brilliant books of the most brilliant Commanders and soldiers of -modern times possess remarkable interest at this moment. Each book -will be found to be a _full_ record of the men and events in -which they acted so splendid a part. - - EVERY YOUNG MAN SHOULD READ THEM! - EVERY SOLDIER SHOULD READ THEM! - EVERY LOVER OF THE UNION SHOULD READ THEM! - - - For Sale at all News Depots. - - - - - BEADLE’S - - DIME - - [Illustration] - - Song Book - - No. 5. - - - A COLLECTION OF NEW AND POPULAR - - COMIC AND SENTIMENTAL - - SONGS. - - - NEW YORK: - IRWIN P. BEADLE & CO., - NO. 137 WILLIAM STREET. - - - - - Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1860 - BY IRWIN P. BEADLE & CO., - in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States - for the Southern district of New York. - - - - - CONTENTS OF SONG BOOK NO. 5. - - - Page. - A Dollar or Two, 39 - A Man’s a Man for a’ That, 41 - Angel’s Whisper, 18 - Auld Lang Syne, 16 - A Yankee Ship and a Yankee Crew, 19 - Bashful Young Man, 32 - Call Me Pet Names, 34 - Camptown Races, 45 - Charity, 30 - Cheer, Boys, Cheer, 15 - Comin’ Thro’ the Rye, 8 - Dermot Astore, 35 - Dilla Burn, 40 - Down the Burn, Davy, Love, 33 - Dumbarton’s Bonnie Dell, 30 - Ever of Thee, 35 - Gum-Tree Canoe, 7 - Hark! I hear an Angel Sing, 36 - I’d Offer Thee this Hand of Mine, 6 - In the Days when I was Hard Up, 66 - John Anderson, my Jo, John, 37 - Johnny was a Shoemaker, 44 - Kind Relations, 58 - Last Week I Took a Wife, 29 - Mary of Argyle, 24 - Meet Me by Moonlight, 13 - Napolitaine, 27 - Norah M’Shane, 17 - Nothing Else to Do, 67 - Och! Paddy, is it Yerself? 59 - Oft in the Stilly Night, 25 - Roll on Silver Moon, 23 - Sambo, I have Miss’d You, 55 - Sammy Slap, the Bill-Sticker, 22 - Simon the Cellarer, 71 - Something to Love Me, 21 - Some Love to Drink, 70 - Sourkrout and Sausages, 53 - Still so Gently o’er Me Stealing, 9 - The Gay Cavalier, 28 - The Gambler’s Wife, 60 - The Grave of Uncle True, 38 - The Grave of Bonaparte, 51 - The Ingle Side, 26 - The Irish Emigrant’s Lament, 64 - The Ivy Green, 57 - The Lass that Loves a Sailor, 68 - The Last Rose of Summer, 20 - The Lily of the West, 48 - The Minute Gun at Sea, 63 - The Monks of Old, 31 - The Musical Wife, 54 - The Ocean Burial, 62 - The Old Arm-Chair, 50 - The Poor Little Fisherman’s Girl, 61 - The Rat-catcher’s Daughter, 69 - The Rose of Allendale, 14 - The Tail iv Me Coat, 56 - The Watcher, 49 - Thou Art Gone from My Gaze, 13 - Thou hast Wounded the Spirit, 9 - ’Tis Midnight Hour, 26 - Twilight Dews, 27 - Umbrella Courtship, 47 - Wake! Dinah, Wake! 46 - Washington Star of the West, 72 - We’ll have a Little Dance To-Night, Boys, 43 - We Met by Chance, 10 - When I Saw Sweet Nellie Home, 5 - When the Swallows Homeward Fly, 11 - Whoop de Doodle do, 52 - William of the Ferry, 42 - Will You Love Me Then as Now? 12 - - - - - BEADLE’S - - DIME SONG BOOK. - - No. 5. - - - - - When I saw Sweet Nellie Home. - -Copied by permission of RUSSELL & TOLMAN, 192 Washington St., Boston, -owners of the copyright. - - In the sky the bright stars glitter’d, - On the grass the moonlight fell, - Hush’d the sound of daylight bustle, - Closed the pink-eyed Pimpernel. - As adown the moss-grown wood path - Where the cattle love to roam, - From Aunt Dinah’s quilting-party, - I was seeing Nellie home. - - _Chorus._--In the sky the bright stars glitter’d, - On the grass the moonlight shone, - From Aunt Dinah’s quilting-party - I was seeing Nellie home. - - When the autumn tinged the green-wood, - Turning all its leaves to gold, - In the lawn by the elders shaded, - I my love to Nellie told. - On the star-bespangled dome, - How I blest the August evening, - As we stood together gazing, - When I saw sweet Nellie home. - In the sky, &c. - - White hairs mingled with my tresses, - Furrows stealing on my brow, - But a love smile cheers and blesses - Life’s declining moments now. - Matron in the snowy kerchief, - Closer to my bosom come, - Tell me, dost thou still remember - When I saw thee, sweet Nellie home? - In the sky, &c. - - - - - I’d offer Thee this Hand of Mine. - - I’d offer thee this hand of mine - If I could love thee less, - But hearts as warm and pure as thine - Should never know distress. - My fortune is too hard for thee, - ’Twould chill thy dearest joys; - I’d rather weep to see thee free, - Than win thee to destroy. - - I’d offer thee, &c. - - I’ll leave thee in thy happiness - As one too dear to love; - As one I think on but to bless - As wretchedly I rove; - And oh! when sorrow’s cup I drink - All bitter though it be, - How sweet t’will be for me to think - It holds no drop for thee. - - I’d offer thee, &c. - - But now my dreams are sadly o’er, - Fate bids them all depart, - And I must leave my native shore - In brokenness of heart; - And oh! dear one, when far from thee, - I’ll ne’er know joy again; - I would not that one thought of me - Should give thy bosom pain. - - I’d offer thee, &c. - - - - - Gum-Tree Canoe. - -Copied by permission of RUSSELL, & TOLMAN, 291 Washington St., Boston, -owners of the copyright. - - On Tom bigbee river, so bright, I was born, - In a hut made ob husks ob de tall yaller corn; - An’ dar I fust met wid my Jula so true, - An’ I row’d her about in my Gum-tree canoe. - - CHORUS. - - Singing row away, row, - O’er de waters so blue, - Like a feather we’ll float, - In my Gum-tree canoe. - - All de day in de field de soft cotton I hoe, - I tink of my Jula, an’ sing as I go; - Oh, I catch her a bird wid a wing ob true blue, - An’ at night sail her round in my Gum-tree canoe. - - Singing row away, row, &c. - - Wid my hands on de banjo, and toe on de oar, - I sing to de sound ob de riber’s soft roar, - While de stars dey look down on my Jula so true, - An’ dance in her eye in my Gum-tree canoe. - - Singing row away, row, &c. - - But one night de stream bore us so far away, - Dat we couldn’t cum back, so we thought we’d jis stay, - Oh, we spied a tall ship wid a flag ob true blue, - An’ it took us in tow wid my Gum-tree canoe. - - Singing row away, row, &c. - - - - - Comin’ thro’ the Rye. - - Gin a body meet a body, - Comin’ thro’ the rye; - Gin a body kiss a body, - Need a body cry? - Ilka lassie has her laddie, - Nane they say ha’e I; - Yet a’ the lads they smile at me, - And what the waur am I? - - Gin a body meet a body - Comin’ frae the well, - Gin a body kiss a body, - Need a body tell? - Ilka lassie has her laddie, - Ne’er a ane ha’e I; - But a’ the lads they smile on me, - And what the waur am I? - - Gin a body meet a body, - Comin’ frae the town; - Gin a body greet a body, - Need a body frown? - Ilka lassie has her laddie, - Nane, they say, ha’e I; - But a’ the lads they lo’e me weel, - And what the waur am I? - - - - - Thou hast Wounded the Spirit. - - Thou hast wounded the spirit that loved thee, - And cherished thine image for years; - Thou hast taught me at last to forget thee, - In secret, in silence, and tears, - As a young bird, when left by its mother - Its earliest pinions to try, - ’Round the nest will still lingering hover, - Ere its trembling wings can fly. - - Thus we’re taught in this cold world to smother - Each feeling that once was so dear; - Like that young bird, I’ll seek to discover - A home of affection elsewhere. - Tho’ this heart may still cling to thee fondly, - And dream of sweet memories past, - Yet Hope, like the rainbow of summer, - Gives a promise of Lethe at last. - - - - - Still so Gently o’er me Stealing. - - Still so gently o’er me stealing, - Mem’ry will bring back the feeling - Spite of all my grief, revealing - That I love thee, that I dearly love thee still, - Tho’ some other swain may charm thee, - Ah! no other e’er can warm me-- - Yet ne’er fear, I will not harm thee, - No! thou false one, no, no! I fondly love thee still. - Ah! ne’er fear, I will not harm thee, - No, false one, no! I love thee-- - I love thee, false one, still. - CHORUS--Still so gently o’er me stealing, &c. - - - - - We Met by Chance. - - When evening brings the twilight hour, - I pass a lonely spot, - Where oft she comes to cull the flower, - We call “Forget-me-not.” - She never whispers go, nor stay; - She never whispers go, nor stay; - We met by chance, the usual way, - We met by chance, the usual way - We met by chance, - We met by chance, - We met by chance, the usual way. - - Once, how, I can not well divine, - Unless by chance we kiss’d, - I found her lips were close to mine, - So I could not resist; - As neither whisper’d yea, nor nay, - As neither whisper’d yea, nor nay, - They met by chance, the usual way, - They met by chance, the usual way, - They met by chance, - They met by chance, - They met by chance, the usual way. - - The roses, when the zephyrs woo, - Impart what they receive; - They sigh and sip the balmy dew, - But never whisper give. - Our love is mutual, this we know, - Our love is mutual, this we know, - Though neither tells the other so, - Though neither tells the other so; - Our love is mutual, this we know, - Though neither tells the other so. - - - - - When the Swallows Homeward Fly. - - When the swallows homeward fly, - When the roses scatter’d lie, - When from neither hill nor dale, - Chaunts the silvery nightingale, - - CHORUS. - - In these words my bleeding heart - Would to thee its grief impart: - Shall we ever meet again? - Parting! ah! parting, parting is pain. - Parting! ah! parting, parting is pain. - - When the white swan southward roves, - There to seek the orange groves, - When the red tints of the west - Prove the sun has gone to rest. - _Chorus._--In these words, &c. - - O poor heart! whate’er befall, - There is rest fer thee and all, - That on earth which fades away, - Comes again in bright array. - _Chorus._--In these words, &c. - - - - - Will You Love Me then as Now. - - You have told me that you love me, - And your heart’s thought seems to speak, - As you look on me so fondly, - And the life-blood tints your cheek. - May I trust that these warm feelings, - Never will grow cold and strange, - And you’ll remain unalter’d - In this weary world of change? - When the shades of care and sorrow, - Dim my eyes and cloud my brow, - And my spirit sinks within me-- - Will you love me then as now? - - Though our youth may pass uncloud’d - In a peaceful happy home, - Yet as year on year advances, - Changes must upon us come. - For the step will lose its lightness, - And the hair be changed to grey; - Eyes once bright give up their luster, - And the hopes of youth decay - When all these have passed upon me, - And stern age has touched my brow, - Will the change find you unchanging? - Will you love me then as now? - - - - - Meet Me by Moonlight. - - Meet me by moonlight alone, - And then I will tell you a tale - Must be told by the moonlight alone, - In the grove at the end of the vale. - You must promise to come, for I said - I would show the night-flowers their queen-- - Nay, turn not away thy sweet head, - ’Tis the loveliest ever was seen. - Oh! meet me by moonlight, alone. - - Daylight may do for the gay, - The thoughtless, the heartless, the free; - But there’s something about the moon’s ray, - That is sweeter to you and to me. - Oh! remember be sure to be there. - For though, dearly a moonlight I prize, - I care not for all in the air, - If I want the sweet light of your eyes. - So meet me by moonlight alone. - - - - - Thou art gone from my Gaze. - - Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream, - And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream, - Oft I breathe thy dear name to the winds floating by, - But thy sweet voice is mute to my bosom’s lone sigh. - - In the stillness of night when the stars mildly shine, - My heart fondly holds sweet communion with thine, - For I feel thou art near, and where’er I may be, - That the spirit of love keeps a watch over me. - - - - - The Rose of Allendale. - - The morn was fair, the skies were clear, - No breath came o’er the sea, - When Mary left her highland cot, - And wandered forth with me; - Though flowers deck’d the mountain’s side, - And fragrance fill’d the vale, - By far the sweetest flower there, - Was the Rose of Allendale. - - Where’er I wander’d, east or west, - Though fate began to lower, - A solace still was she to me, - In sorrow’s lonely hour; - When tempest lashed our gallant bark, - And rent her shivering sail, - One maiden form withstood the storm, - ’Twas the Rose of Allendale. - - And when my fever’d lips were parch’d - On Afric’s burning sand, - She whisper’d hopes of happiness, - And tales of distant land; - My life had been a wilderness, - Unblest by fortune’s gale, - Had fate not link’d my lot to hers, - The Rose of Allendale. - - - - - Cheer, Boys, Cheer. - - Cheer, boys, cheer, no more of idle sorrow, - Courage, true hearts shall bear us on our way, - Hope points before, and shows a bright to-morrow, - Let us forget the darkness of to-day. - Then farewell England, much as we may love thee, - We’ll dry the tears that we have shed before; - We’ll not weep to sail in search of fortune, - Then farewell England, farewell evermore. - - CHORUS. - - Then cheer, boys, cheer for England, mother England, - Cheer, boys, cheer for the willing strong right hand, - Cheer boys, cheer, there’s wealth for honest labor, - Cheer, boys, cheer for the new and happy land. - - Cheer, boys, cheer, the steady breeze is blowing, - To float us freely o’er the ocean’s breast, - And the world shall follow in the track we’re going; - The star of empire glitters in the West, - We’ve had a toil, and little to reward it, - But there shall plenty smile upon our pain, - And ours shall be the prairie and the forest, - And boundless meadows ripe with golden grain. - - CHORUS. - - Then cheer, boys, cheer for England, mother England, - Cheer, boys, cheer, united heart and hand; - Cheer, boys, cheer, there’s wealth for honest labor, - Cheer, boys, cheer for the new and happy land. - - - - - 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 take a cup of kindness yet, - For Auld Lang Syne. - - We twa ha’e run about the braes, - And pu’d the gowans fine; - But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot, - Sin Auld Lang Syne. - For Auld Lang Syne, &c. - - We twa ha’e paid let i’ the burn, - Frae morning sun till dine; - But seas between us braid ha’e roar’d, - Sin Auld Lang Syne. - For Auld Lang Syne, &c. - - And there’s a hand my trusty feire, - An’ gi’es a hand o’ thine; - An’ we’ll take a right gude willie waught, - For Auld Lang Syne. - For Auld Lang Syne, &c. - - And surely you’ll be your pint stoup, - And surely I’ll be mine; - And we’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet, - For Auld Lang Syne. - For Auld Lang Syne, &c. - - - - - Norah M’Shane. - - I’ve left Ballymornach a long way behind me, - To better my fortune I’ve cross’d the big sea; - But I’m sadly alone, not a creature to mind me, - And faith I’m as wretch’d as wretch’d can be; - I think of the buttermilk, fresh as the daisy, - The beautiful halls and the emerald plain, - And, ah! don’t I oftentimes think myself crazy - About that black-eyed rogue, Norah M’Shane. - - I sigh for the turf-pile so cheerfully burning, - When barefoot I trudged it from toiling afar, - When I toss’d in the light the thirteen I’d been earning, - And whistled the tune of “Erin go Bragh.” - In truth, I believe that I’m half broken-heart’d, - To my country and love I must get back again - For I’ve never been happy at all since I part’d - From sweet Ballymornach and Norah M’Shane. - - Oh! there’s something so dear in the cot I was born in, - Tho’ the walls are but mud and the roof is but thatch; - How familiar the grunt of the pigs in the morning,-- - What music in lifting the rusty old latch! - ’Tis true I’d no money, but then I’d no sorrow, - My pockets were light, but my head had no pain; - And if I but live till the sun shines to-morrow, - I’ll be off to dear Erin and Norah M’Shane. - - - - - Angel’s Whisper. - - A baby was sleeping, - Its mother was weeping, - For her husband was far o’er the wide raging sea, - And the tempest was swelling, - Round the fisherman’s dwelling, - And she cried, “Dermot, darling, oh, come back to me!” - - Her beads while she number’d, - The baby still slumber’d, - And smiled in her face as she bend’d her knee; - “Oh! bless’d be that warning, - My child thy sleep adorning, - For I know that the angels are whispering to thee. - - “And while they are keeping - Bright watch o’er thy sleeping, - Oh, pray to them safely, my babe with me; - And say thou would’st rather - They’d watch o’er thy father, - For I know that the angels are whispering to thee.” - - The dawn of the morning - Saw Dermot returning, - And the wife wept with joy the babe’s father to see, - And closely caressing - The child, with a blessing, - Said, “I knew that the angels were whispering to thee.” - - - - - A Yankee Ship, and a Yankee Crew. - - A Yankee ship, and a Yankee crew, - Tally hi ho! you know! - O’er the bright blue waves like a sea-bird flew, - Singing hey! aloft and alow! - Her sails are spread to the fairy breeze! - The spray as sparkling thrown from her prow, - Her flag is the proudest that floats on the seas, - When homeward she’s steering now! - - A Yankee ship, and a Yankee crew, - Tally hi ho! you know! - With hearts aboard, both gallant and true, - The same aloft and alow, - The blackening sky, and the whistling wind, - Foretell the approach of a gale, - And a home and its joys flits over each mind; - Husbands, lovers, on deck there! a sail! - A Yankee ship, and a Yankee crew, - Tally hi ho! you know! - Distress is the word, God speed them through, - Bear a hand aloft and alow! - - A Yankee ship, and a Yankee crew, - Tally hi ho! you know! - Freedom defends the land where it grew, - We’re free aloft and alow! - Bearing down on a ship, in regal pride, - Defiance floating at each mast-head; - She’s wreck’d, and the one that floats alongside, - The stars and stripes that’s to victory wed. - A Yankee ship, and a Yankee crew, - Tally hi ho! you know! - Ne’er strikes to a foe while the sky is blue, - Or a tar aloft and alow! - - - - - The Last Rose of Summer. - - ’Tis the last rose of summer, - Left blooming alone; - All her lovely companions - Are faded and gone: - No flower of her kindred, - No rose-bud is nigh, - To reflect back her blushes, - Or give sigh for sigh. - - I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one, - To pine on the stem; - Since the lovely are sleeping, - Go sleep thou with them; - Thus kindly I scatter - Thy leaves o’er the bed, - Where thy mates of the garden - Lie scentless and dead. - - So soon may I follow, - When friendships decay, - And from love’s shining circle - The gems drop away; - When true hearts lie wither’d, - And fond ones are flown, - Oh! who would inhabit - This bleak world alone? - - - - - Something to Love Me. - - Something to love me, something to bless, - Something to smile upon and to caress; - Something to fill up the void in my heart, - That will not, when sorrow comes o’er me, depart. - Something that loves not as summer friends love, - As true as the star in the blue realms above; - Something with instinct enough to believe, - That will not, like most of earth’s proud ones deceive. - - Something to love me, something to bless, - Something to smile upon and to caress; - Something to fill up the void in my heart, - That will not, when sorrow comes o’er me, depart. - Something to love me, something to pet, - Something that kindness can never forget; - Something that clings to me, even a bird, - In whose sweet music reproach is not heard. - - Something to cheer me, and stay by my side, - That never will leave me, whate’er may betide, - That I may still in this hollow world find, - There’s something still left to be loving and kind. - Something to love me, something to bless, - Something to smile upon and to caress; - Something to fill up the void in my heart, - That will not when sorrow comes o’er me, depart. - - - - - Sammy Slap, the Bill-Sticker. - - I’m Sammy Slap, the bill-sticker, and you must all agree, sirs, - I sticks to business like a trump, and business sticks to me, sirs; - The low folks call me plasterer, but they deserve a banging, - Because, genteelly speaking, why my trade is paper-hanging, - CHORUS.--With my paste, paste, paste, - Oh, all the world is puffing, - So I paste, paste, paste. - - All ’round about the city now, when anything’s the go, sirs, - You’ll always find me at my post, a sticking up the posters; - I’ve hung Ned Forrest twelve feet high, and did it, sirs, quite - easy; - And I’ve been engaged, too, lately, both by Mario and Grisi. - CHORUS.--With my paste, &c. - - I’m not like some in our trade, they deserve their jackets laced, - sirs, - They stick up half their bosses bills, and sells the rest for - _waste_, sirs; - Now honesty’s best policy, with a good name to retire with, - So what I doesn’t use myself--my old girl lights the fire with. - CHORUS.--With my paste, &c. - - Sometimes I’m jobbing for the church with charitable sermons, - And sometimes for the theatres, the English and the Germans; - To me, of course, no odds it is, so long as I’m a winner-- - Whether I sticks up for a saint, or hangs up for a sinner. - CHORUS.--With my paste, &c. - - There’s Jenny Lind, I’m proud to say--sweet music’s great adorner, - I’ve had the honor of posting her in every hole and corner; - Alboni, too, so nice and plump, I’ve stuck her up that’s certain-- - And I’ve plastered Mrs. Mowatt, right on top of Billy Burton. - CHORUS.--With my paste, &c. - - Well now before I say good-bye, permit me to remind ye, - That round about the city here, you’re always sure to find me; - And if ever you shall have a job--to show how I deserve ye, - About the town, through thick and thin, I’ll brush along to serve ye. - CHORUS.--With my paste, &c. - - - - - Roll on Silver Moon. - - As I strayed from my cot at the close of the day, - About the beginning of June, - ’Neath a jessamine shade I espied a fair maid, - And she sadly complain’d to the moon. - Roll on silver moon, guide the traveler’s way, - When the nightingale’s song is in tune, - But never, never more with my lover I’ll stray, - By thy sweet silver light, bonny moon. - Roll on, &c. - - As the hart on the mountain my lover was brave, - So handsome, so manly, and clever; - So kind and sincere, and he loved me so dear, - Oh, Edwin, thy equal was never. - But now he is dead, and gone to death’s bed, - He’s cut down like a rose in full bloom; - He’s fallen asleep, and poor Jane’s left to weep, - By the sweet silver light of the moon. - Roll on, &c. - - But his grave I’ll seek out until morning appears, - And weep for my lover so brave, - I’ll embrace the cold turf and wash with my tears - The flowers that bloom o’er his grave; - But never again shall my bosom know joy - With my Edwin I hope to be soon; - Lovers shall weep o’er the grave where we sleep, - By thy sweet silver light, bonny moon. - - - - - Mary of Argyle. - - I have heard the mavis singing, - His love-song to the morn, - I have seen the dew-drops clinging, - To the rose just newly born; - But a sweeter song has cheered me, - At the evening’s gentle close, - I have seen an eye still brighter, - Than the dew-drops on the rose-- - ’Twas thy voice, my gentle Mary, - And thine artless, winning smile, - That made this world an Eden, - Bonny Mary of Argyle. - - Though thy voice may lose its sweetness, - And thine eye its brightness too, - Though thy step may lose its fleetness, - And thy hair its sunny hue, - Still to me shalt thou be dearer, - Than all the world can own. - I have loved thee for thy beauty, - But not for that alone,-- - I have watched thy heart, dear Mary, - And its goodness was the wile, - That has made thee mine forever, - Bonny Mary of Argyle. - - - - - Oft in the Stilly Night. - - Oft in the stilly night, - Ere slumber’s chain has bound me, - Fond mem’ry brings the light - Of other days around me; - The smiles, the tears of childhood’s years, - The words of love then spoken, - The eyes that shone, now dimm’d and gone, - The cheerful hearts now broken! - Thus in the stilly night, &c. - - When I remember all - The friends so link’d together, - I’ve seen around me fall, - Like leaves in winter weather, - I feel like one, who treads alone - Some banquet hall deserted, - Whose lights are fled, whose garland’s dead, - And all but he departed. - Thus in the stilly night, &c. - - - - - ’Tis Midnight Hour. - - ’Tis midnight hour, the moon shines bright. - The dew-drops play beneath her ray; - The twinkling stars their trembling light, - Like beauty’s eyes display. - Then sleep no more, though ’round thy heart - Some tender dream may idly play, - For midnight song with magic art, - Shall chase that dream away. - - ’Tis midnight hour, from flower to flower - The wayward zephyr floats along, - Or lingers in some shady bower, - To hear the night-bird’s song. - Then sleep no more, though ’round thy heart - Some tender dream may idly play, - For midnight song with magic art, - Shall chase that dream away. - - - - - The Ingle Side. - - It’s rare to see the morning breeze, - Like a bonfire frae the sea; - It’s fair to see the burnie kiss, - The lip o’ the flowery lea. - An’ fine it is on green hillside, - Where hums the busy bee; - But rarer, fairer, finer far, - Is the Ingle side for me. - - Glens may be gilt wi’ gowans fair, - The birds may fill the tree; - And haughs hae a’ the scented ware, - That simmer growth can gie; - But the canty hearth where cronies meet, - An’ the darling o’ our e’e, - That makes to us a warld complete-- - Oh! the Ingle side for me. - - - - - Twilight Dews. - - When twilight dews are falling fast, - Upon the rosy sea; - I watch that star whose beams so oft - Hath lighted me to thee. - And thou, too, one that was so dear, - Ah! dost thou gaze at even, - And think, though lost forever here, - Thou’lt yet be mine in Heaven? - - There’s not a garden walk I tread, - There’s not a flower I see-- - But brings to mind some hope that’s fled, - Some joy I’ve lost with thee. - And now I wish that hour was near, - When friends and foes forgiven-- - The pains, the ills we’ve wept through here, - May turn to smiles in heaven. - - - - - Napolitaine. - - Napolitaine, I am dreaming of thee, - I’m hearing thy foot-falls so joyous and free, - Thy dark, flashing eyes are intwining me yet, - Thy voice with its music I ne’er can forget; - I’m far from the land of thy own sunny home, - Alone in this wide world with sorrow I roam; - In the halls of the gay or wherever it be, - Still Napolitaine, I’m dreaming of thee. - - Napolitaine, art thou thinking of me? - Hath absence not banished my memory from thee? - Remember our meetings, their whispers to keep, - When bright eyes were calling all lovers to sleep? - And yet would I not have a shade on thy brow, - As bright as though ’twere lit is thine on me now, - For ’tis memory that brings all thy beauty to me; - Still, Napolitaine, I’m dreaming of thee, - Napolitaine, I’m dreaming of thee, - Napolitaine, I’m dreaming of thee. - - - - - The Gay Cavalier. - - ’Twas a beautiful night, and the stars shone bright, - And the moon o’er the waters played, - When a gay cavalier to a bower drew near, - A maid to serenade; - To tenderest words he swept the chords, - And many a sigh heaved he, - While o’er and o’er he fondly swore, - Sweet maid I love but thee. - Sweet maid, sweet maid, } Repeat. - Sweet maid I love but thee. } - - He raised his eyes to her lattice high, - While he softly breathed his hopes, - With amazement he sees, swing about in the breeze, - Already a ladder of ropes, - Up, up he has gone, the bird is flown, - “What is this on the ground?” quoth he; - “Oh it’s plain that she loves, here’s some gentleman’s gloves, - She is off, and it’s not with me.” - For these gloves, these gloves, } Repeat. - They never belonged to me. } - - Of course you’d have thought he’d have followed and fought, - As that was a dueling age, - But this gay cavalier, he quite scorned the idea - Of putting himself in a rage; - More wise by far, he put up his guitar, - And as homeward he went, sung he, - “When a lady elopes down a ladder of ropes, - She may go to Hong Kong for me.” - She may go, she may go, } Repeat. - She may go to Hong Kong for me. } - - - - - Last Week I Took a Wife. - - Last week I took a wife, - And when I first did woo her, - I vow’d to stick through life, - Like Cobler’s wax unto her, - But soon we went to some mishap, - To loggerheads together, - And when my wife began to strap, - Why I began to leather. - Fal lal de ral lal lal de ral lal ra, - Oh, I began to leather. - - My wife without her shoes, - Is hardly three feet seven, - And I to all Men’s views, - Am full five feet eleven. - So when to take her down some pegs, - I drubb’d her neat and clever; - She made a bolt right through my legs, - And ran away forever. - - When she was gone, good lack! - My hair like hog’s hair bristle, - I thought she’d ne’er come back, - So went to work and whistled. - Then let her go, I’ve got my stall, - Which may no robber rifle, - ’Twould break my heart to lose my awl, - To lose my wife’s a trifle. - - - - - Dumbarton’s Bonnie Dell. - - There’s no a nook in a the land, - By mountain, moss or fell, - There’s naething half sae canty, grand - As blithe Dumbarton’s dell. - And wou’d you speir the reason why, - The truth I’ll fairly tell. - A winsome lassie lives hard by - Dumbarton’s bonnie dell. - - Up by yon glen Loch Lomond laves, - And bold Macgregors dwell, - Where bogles dance o’er heroe’s graves, - There lives Dumbarton’s belle. - She’s blest with every charm in life, - And this I know full well, - I’ll ne’er be happy, till my wife, - Is blithe Dumbarton’s belle. - - - - - Charity. - - Meek and lowly, pure and holy, - Chief among the blessed three, - Turning sadness into gladness, - Heaven born art thou, Charity! - Pity dwelleth in thy bosom; - Kindness reigneth o’er thy heart. - Gentle thoughts alone can sway thee; - Judgment hath in thee no part. - - Hoping ever, failing never; - Though deceived, believing still; - Long abiding, all confiding - To thy Heavenly Father’s will; - Never weary of well-doing, - Never fearful of the end; - Claiming all mankind as brothers, - Thou dost all alike befriend. - - - - - The Monks of old. - - Many have told of the monks of old, - What a saintly race they were, - But ’tis most true, that a merrier crew - Could scarce be found elswhere! - For they sung and laugh’d, and the rich wine quaff’d, - And lived on the daintiest cheer! - For they laugh’d ha! ha! and they quaff’d ha! ha! - And lived on the daintiest cheer! - - And then they would jest at the love confess’d - By many an artless Maid, - And what hopes and fears they had breath’d in the ears, - Of those who had sought their aid! - And they sung and laugh’d, and the rich wine quaff’d, - As they told of each love-sick jade! - And they laugh’d ha! ha! and they quaff’d ha! ha! - As they told of each love-sick jade! - - And the Abbot meek, with his form so sleek, - Was the heartiest of them all; - And would take his place with a smiling face, - When refection bell would call! - When they sung and laugh’d, and the rich wine quaff’d, - Till they shook the olden wall! - And they laugh’d ha! ha! and they quaff’d ha! ha! - Till they shook the olden wall! - - Then say what they will, we’ll drink to them still, - For a jovial band they were! - And ’tis most true, that a merrier crew - Could not be found elswhere! - For they sung and laugh’d, &c. - - - - - Bashful Young Man. - - They say I shall get over it, but no, I never can; - You’ve no conception what it is to be a bashful man; - I--I--oh dear, I quite forget what I was going to say, - But would the ladies be so good as look another way? - I’d give--I don’t know what I’d not, if it were not the case, - But it’s a fact--I can not look a lady in the face; - I’d rather face--I would, indeed--I know I am a fool-- - I’d rather face a crocodile, than meet a ladies’ school. - - At parties, when, like other men, I’m ask’d if I won’t dance, - I blush and fidget with my gloves, and wish myself in France, - And while I’m standing stammering, and hanging down my head, - Some sandy-whisker’d coxcomb leads the lady out instead. - I did just touch a lady’s hand, last night, in a quadrille, - Oh, goodness, how my heart did beat! it’s palpitating still. - While my young brother, fresh from school, to show you how I’m - teaz’d, - Said, “Frank, why what a ’muff’ you are, girls like their fingers - squeez’d.” - - How am I to get married? I shall never have a wife, - I could never make an offer, I’m convinced, to save my life; - There’s the “quizzing” by the sisters, and the “questions” by mamma, - And the “pumping” that one goes through, in the study, by papa; - Then there’s that horrid honey-moon, the journey with a bride, - And grinning post-boys looking back, and no one else inside; - Oh my, the very thought of it quite takes away my breath, - I’m certain, at the wedding, I should blush myself to death. - - - - - Down the Burn, Davy, Love. - - When trees did bud, and fields were green, - And broom bloom’d fair to see; - When Mary was complete fifteen, - And love laugh’d in her e’e,-- - Blithe Davy’s blinks her heart did move - To speak her mind thus free, - “Gang down the burn, Davy, love, - And I will follow thee.” - - Now Davy did each lad surpass - That dwelt on this burn side, - And Mary was the bonniest lass, - Just meet to be a bride. - Blithe Davy’s blinks her heart did move - To speak her mind thus free, - “Gang down the burn, Davy, love, - And I will follow thee.” - - Her cheeks were rosy, red, and white, - Her een was bonny blue, - Her locks were like Aurora bright, - Her lips like dropping dew. - Blithe Davy’s blinks her heart did move - To speak her mind thus free, - “Gang down the burn, Davy, love, - And I will follow thee.” - - As fate had dealt to him a routh, - Straight to the kirk he led her; - There plight’d her his faith and truth, - And a bonny bride he made her; - No more asham’d to own her love, - Or speak her mind thus free, - “Gang down the burn, Davy, love, - And I will follow thee.” - - - - - Call Me Pet Names. - - Call me pet names, dearest--call me a bird, - That flies to thy breast at one cherishing word; - That folds its wild wings there, ne’er thinking of flight, - That tenderly sings there, in loving delight. - O, my sad heart is pining for one fond word! - Call me pet names, dearest--call me thy bird. - - Call me fond names, dearest--call me a star, - Whose smiles beaming welcome thou feelest from afar, - Whose light is the clearest, the truest to thee, - When the night-time of sorrow steals over life’s sea. - O, trust thy rich bark where its warm rays are! - Call me pet names, darling--call me thy star. - - Call me sweet names, darling--call me a flower, - That lives in the light of thy smile each hour; - That droops when its heaven, thy love, grows cold; - That shrinks from the wick’d, the false, and bold; - That blooms for thee only, through sunlight and shower. - Call me pet names, darling--call me a flower. - - Call me dear names, darling--call me thine own; - Speak to me always in love’s low tone; - Let not thy look nor thy voice grow cold; - Let my fond worship thy being enfold; - Love me forever, and love me alone; - Call me pet names, darling--call me thine own. - - - - - Dermot Astore. - - Oh! Dermot Astore, between waking and sleeping, - I heard thy dear voice, and I wept to its lay; - Every pulse of my heart the sweet measure was keeping, - ’Til Killarney’s wild echoes had borne it away. - Oh, tell me, my own love, is this our last meeting? - Shall we wander no more in Killarney’s green bowers, - To watch the bright sun o’er the dim hills retreating, - And the wild stag at rest in his bed of spring flowers? - CHORUS.--Oh! Dermot Astore, &c. - - Oh! Dermot Astore, how this fond heart would flutter, - When I met thee by night in a shady boreen, - And heard thine own voice in a soft whisper utter - Those words of endearment, “Mavourneen Colleen.” - I know we must part, but oh! say not forever, - That it may be for years adds enough to my pain; - But I’ll cling to the hope that, though now we must sever, - In some bless’d hour I shall meet thee again. - CHORUS.--Oh! Dermot Astore, &c. - - - - - Ever of Thee. - - Ever of thee I’m fondly dreaming; - Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer; - Thou wert the star that, mildly beaming, - Shone o’er my path when all was dark and drear. - Still in my heart thy form I cherish; - Every kind thought, like a bird, flies to thee; - - Ah! never, till life and memory perish, - Can I forget how dear thou art to me; - Morn, noon, and night, where’er I may be, - Fondly I’m dreaming ever of thee, - Fondly I’m dreaming ever of thee. - - Ever of thee, when sad and lonely, - Wandering afar, my soul joy’d to dwell; - Ah! then I felt I loved thee only; - All seem’d to fade before affection’s spell; - Years have not chill’d the love I cherish; - True as the stars hath my heart been to thee; - - Ah! never till life, &c. - - - - - Hark I Hear an Angel Sing. - - Hark! I hear an angel sing-- - Angels now are on the wing; - And their voices singing clear, - Tell us that the Spring is near. - Dost thou hear them, gentle one? - Dost thou see the glorious sun, - Rising higher in the sky. - As each day, as each day it passes by? - - CHORUS.--Hark I hear an angel sing-- - Angels now are on the wing; - And their voices singing clear, - Tell us that the spring is near. - - Just beyond yon cliffs of snow, - Silver rivers brightly flow; - Smiling woods and fields are seen, - Mantled in a robe of green. - Birds and bees, and brooks, and flowers, - Tell us of all vernal hours. - There the birds are weaving lays, - For the happy, happy Spring-time days. - - Look! oh, look! the southern sky - Mirrors flowers of every dye; - Children tripping o’er the plain: - Spring is coming back again-- - Spring is coming! shouts of glee; - Singing birds on bush and tree; - And the bees--their merry hums; - For the Spring-time comes, it comes, it comes! - - - - - John Anderson, My Jo, John. - - John Anderson, my Jo, John, when nature first began, - To try her canny hand, John, her master-work was man; - And ye amang them a’, John, sae trig frae top to toe, - She proved to be na’ journey-work, John Anderson, my Jo. - - John Anderson, my Jo, John, ye were my first conceit, - And ye need na’ think it strange, John, tho’ I ca’ ye trim and neat; - There’s some folks say ye’re old, John, but I ne’er think you so, - For ye are a’ the same to me, John Anderson, my Jo. - - John Anderson, my Jo, John, when we were first acquent, - Your locks were like the raven, John, your bonnie brow was brent; - But now ye’re getting auld, John, your locks are like the snow; - Yet blessing on that frosty pow, John Anderson, my Jo. - - John Anderson, my Jo, John, frae year to year we’ve past, - And soon that year maun come, John, will bring us to our last; - But let not that affright us, John; our hearts were ne’er our foe; - Tho’ the days are gane that we have seen, John Anderson, my Jo. - - John Anderson, my Jo, John, we’ve clamb’d the hill thegither, - And mony a canty day, John, we’ve had wi’ ane anither; - Now we maun totter down, John, but hand in hand we’ll go, - And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my Jo. - - - - - The Grave of Uncle True. - - Beside the worn and moss-grown rock, - The ivy vine doth cling, - And the blue-bird from the shadowy oak, - Folds up his trembling wing; - And there until the vesper hour. - His song comes sweet and low-- - A requiem to the faithful heart - That slumbereth below. - - CHORUS.--Poor Uncle True, - Poor Uncle True, - And the lamps of heaven shine brightly down - On the grave of Uncle True. - - His pilgrimage on earth is done-- - His life of toil is o’er, - And summer’s gale or winter’s wail, - Shall meet his ear no more. - Death’s shadow hides his sleeping form, - And vails him from our view, - But the spirit of the past still dwells - Round the grave of Uncle True. - - The chaplet wreathed by Gerty’s hand, - Of roses white and red, - Unheeded in their freshness lie - Above his lowly head; - And the evening cricket’s chirp is heard, - When falls the pearly dew, - And the lamps of heaven shine brightly down, - On the grave of Uncle True. - - - - - A Dollar or Two. - - With cautious step, as we tread our way through - This intricate world as other folks do,-- - May we still on our journey be able to view, - The benevolent face of a dollar or two. - - CHORUS. - - For an excellent thing is a dollar or two, - No friend is so true as a dollar or two; - Through country and town, as we pass up or down, - No passport’s so good as a dollar or two. - - Would you read yourself out of the bachelor crew - And the hand of a female divinity sue? - You must always be ready the handsome to do, - Although it may cost you a dollar or two. - - CHORUS. - - Love’s arrows are tipped with a dollar or two, - And affection is gain’d by a dollar or two; - The best aid you can meet in advancing your suit, - Is the eloquent chink of a dollar or two. - - Would you wish your existence with faith to imbue, - And enrol in the ranks of the sanctified few? - To enjoy a good name and a well-cushion’d pew, - You must freely come down with a dollar or two. - - CHORUS. - - The gospel is preach’d for a dollar or two, - And salvation is claim’d for a dollar or two; - You may sin some at times, but the worst of all crimes, - Is to find yourself short of a dollar or two. - - - - - Dilla Burn. - - I loved a little colored girl, - She lived in Tennessee, - She was not much to any one, - But all the world to me. - Her master used her very hard, - But mine, he used me well; - And how I pitied this poor girl, - There’s none but me can tell. - - CHORUS. - - I loved her long, I loved her strong, - She loved me in return; - But she left one day, and went away, - My pretty Dilla Burn. - - My heart grew sad, I could not work, - And master wondered why; - I told him how she left one day, - And never said good-bye. - ’Twas then I learn’d from his dear lip - That Dilla had been sold; - And how we severed had to be, - For a petty sum of gold. - I loved her long, &c. - - But after that, it was not long, - Poor Dilla’s owner died; - When master bought her, good and kind - And gave her as my bride. - And now we’re happy in our cot, - And master’s pleased to see - How two fond hearts, that fondly loved, - Though black, can happy be. - I loved her long, &c. - - - - - A Man’s a Man for a’ That. - - Is there for honest poverty, - That hangs his head, and a’ that? - The coward slave we pass him by, - We dare be puir for a’ that. - For a’ that and a’ that, - Our toil’s obscure and a’ that, - The rank is but the guinea’s stamp, - The man’s the gowd for a’ that, - - What though on hamely fare we dine, - Wear hodden gray and a’ that? - Gie fools their silks and knaves their wine, - A man’s a man for a’ that. - For a’ that and a’ that, - Their tinsel show and a’ that; - The honest man though e’er sae puir, - Is king o’ men for a’ that. - - Then let us pray that come it may, - As come it will for a’ that; - That sense and worth o’er a’ the earth, - May bear the gree, and a’ that. - For a’ that and a’ that, - It’s coming yet, for a’ that; - That man to man the warld o’er, - Shall brithers be for a’ that. - - - - - William of the Ferry. - - Near Clyde’s gay stream there lived a maid, - Whose mind was chaste and pure; - Content she lived in humble life, - Beloved by all who knew her; - Protected ’neath her parents’ roof, - Her time pass’d on quite merry; - She loved and was beloved again, - By William of the Ferry. - - From morning’s dawn till set of sun, - Would William labor hard; - And then at evening’s glad return, - He gain’d a sweet reward. - With heart so light, unto her cot, - He tripp’d so light and merry; - All daily toils were soon forgot - By William of the Ferry. - - With joy their parents gave consent, - And fix’d their bridal day: - Ere it arrived, the press-gang came, - And forced poor Will away! - He found resistance was in vain-- - They dragg’d him from his wherry - “I ne’er shall see my love again!” - Cried William of the Ferry. - - Loud blew the raging winds around, - When scarce a league from shore; - The boat upset--the ruffian crew - Soon sunk, to rise no more. - While William, fearless, braved the waves, - And safely reach’d his wherry: - Peace was proclaim’d--and Jane’s now blest - With William of the Ferry. - - - - - We’ll have a Little Dance, To-Night, Boys. - - Oh, listen to this good old tune, - And then I’ll sing another, - Oh, Massa’s gone this afternoon, - To call upon his brother. - So darkies wait a little while, - Till he gets out ob sight, - We’ll drop the shovel and the hoe, - And have a little dance to-night. - - CHORUS. - - We’ll have a little dance to-night, boys, - And dance by the light of the moon. - - I want the cambric handkerchief, - I want the beaver hat, - Oh, hand me down the high-heel’d boots, - Likewise the silk cravat. - The darkies all are grinning, - Their teeth look very white, - ’Case they’re going over the mountain, - To have a little dance to-night. - To have a little dance, &c. - - I get up at the break of day, - To take my morning walk; - I meets my lovely Julian, - And this is the way we talk: - “I say, you are my only love, - You are my heart’s delight, - Won’t you go over the river, - To have a little dance to night?” - We’ll have a little dance, &c. - - - - - Johnny was a Shoemaker. - - My Johnny was a shoemaker, - And dearly he loved me; - My Johnny he was a shoemaker, - But now he’s gone to sea. - With nasty tar to soil his hands, - And sail across the briny sea. - My Johnny was a shoemaker! - - His jacket was a deep sky blue, - And curly was his hair; - His jacket was a deep sky blue, - It was, I do declare. - To reef the top-sails he has gone, - To sail across the briny sea. - My Johnny was a shoemaker! - - A Captain he will be bye and bye, - With the sword and spy-glass too; - A Captain he will be bye and bye, - With a brave and valiant crew. - And when he gets a vessel of his own, - He’ll come back and marry me. - My Johnny was a shoemaker! - - And when I am a Captain’s wife, - I’ll sing the whole day long; - Yes, when I am a Captain’s wife, - And this shall be my song: - May peace and plenty bless our days, - And the little one on my knee. - My Johnny was a shoemaker! - - - - - Camptown Races. - - Camptown ladies, sing dis song,--Du da, du da, - Camptown races track five miles long,--Du da, du da da. - Go down dar wid my hat caved in,--Du da, du da, - Come back home wid pocket full ob tin,--Du da, du da da. - - CHORUS. - - Gwine to run all night, - Gwine to run all day, - I’ll bet my money on de bob-tail hoss, - Somebody bet on de bay. - - Woolly moon came on de track,--Du da, du da, - Bob, he fling him ober his back--Du da, du da da. - Runnin’ along like a shootin’ star,--Du da, du da, - Runnin’ a race wid de rail-road car,--Du da, du da da. - Gwine to run all night, &c. - - De bob-tail horse he can’t be beat,--Du da, du da, - Runnin’ around in a two-mile heat,--Du da, du da da. - I win my money on de bob-tail nag,--Du da, du da, - An’ carry it home in de old tow-bag,--Du da, du da da. - Gwine to run all night, &c. - - Dar’s fourteen horses in dis race,--Du da, du da, - I’m snug in saddle, and got good brace,--Du da, du da da. - De sorrel horse he’s got a cough,--Du da, du da, - An’ his rider’s drunk in de ole hay-loft,--Du da, du da da. - Gwine to run all night, &c. - - - - - Wake! Dinah, Wake! - - Wake! Dinah, wake! the bright moon is beaming - O’er the meadow, the corn-field, and the hill; - And the stars, though no brighter than thy bright eyes, - Are gleaming o’er the earth, all so calm and still. - The violet in the glade is sleeping, - The lily is bending o’er the rill, - The rose in tears of pearly dew-drops weeping, - Near the river that flows calmly by the mill. - - CHORUS. - - Wake! Dinah, wake! the bright moon is beaming - O’er the meadow, the corn-field, and the hill; - And the stars, though no brighter than thy bright eyes, - Are gleaming o’er the earth all so calm and still. - - Wake! Dinah, wake! the gentle breeze is blowing, - The bird’s notes still hush’d in the grove; - The ivy around the sturdy oak is growing, - Clinging fondly as though something still to love - The shining river views it as onward rolling by, - And as on golden sands the ripples break, - In sweet enchanting tones it seems to murmur, - Wake, now, my dearest Dinah, wake! - CHORUS.--Wake! Dinah, wake, &c. - - Wake! Dinah, wake! and open thy lattice, - My heart, love, can brook no delay, - How dearly I love to thy sweet voice to listen, - More sweet than the lark’s morning lay. - Then come, dearest, come, for each throb of my heart - Speaks in language which love can not mistake, - So true that from thee I can not depart, - Then wake, now, my dearest Dinah, wake! - CHORUS.--Wake! Dinah, wake, &c. - - - - - Umbrella Courtship. - - A belle and a beau would walking go, - In love they both were pining; - The wind in gentle gales did blow, - An April sun was shining. - Though Simon long had courted Miss, - He knew he’d acted wrong in - Not having dared to steal a kiss, - Which set her quite a longing--Tol ol ol. - - It so occurred as they did walk, - And viewed each dale so flow’ry, - As Simon by her side did stalk, - Declared the sky looked show’ry. - The rain came to her like a drug, - When loudly he did bellow, - “Look here, my love, we can be snug, - For I’ve got an umbrella”--Tol ol ol. - - Quick flew the shelter over Miss; - Now Simon was a droll one, - He thought this was the time to kiss, - So from her lips he stole one. - She blushed;--the rain left off, and he - The umbrella closed for draining; - “Oh don’t,” says she, “I plainly see, - It hasn’t left off raining.”--Tol ol ol. - - Now Simon when he smoked the plan, - The umbrella righted, - He grew quite bold, talked like a man, - And she seemed quite delighted. - Their lips rang chimes full fifty times, - Like simple lovers training; - Says she “These are but lover’s crimes; - I hope it won’t leave off raining.”--Tol ol ol. - - Before they reached the door that night, - He all his love did tell her, - She said when you a courting come, - Don’t forget your umbrella. - They married were, had children dear, - Eight round-faced little fellows; - And strange to state the whole of the eight, - Were marked with umbrellas.--Tol ol ol. - - - - - The Lily of the West. - - I just came down from Louisville, some pleasure for to find, - A handsome girl from Michigan, so pleasing to my mind; - Her rosy cheeks and rolling eyes like arrows pierced my breast, - They call her handsome Mary, the Lily of the West. - - I court’d her for many a day, her love I thought to gain, - Too soon, too soon she slighted me, which caused me grief and pain; - She robb’d me of my liberty--deprived me of my rest, - They call her handsome Mary, the Lily of the West. - - One evening as I rambled down by yon shady grove, - I met a lord of high degree, conversing with my love; - He sang, he sang so merrily, while I was sore oppress’d, - He sang for handsome Mary, the Lily of the West. - - I rushed upon my rival, a dagger in my hand, - I tore him from my true love, and boldly made him stand; - Being mad to desperation, my dagger pierced his breast, - I was betray’d by Mary, the Lily of the West. - - Now my trial has come on, and sentenced soon I’ll be, - They put me in the criminal box and there convicted me, - She so deceived the jury, so modestly did dress, - She far outshone bright Venus--the Lily of the West. - - Since then I’ve gain’d my liberty, I’ll rove the country through, - I’ll travel the city over, to find my loved one true; - Although she stole my liberty, and deprived me of my rest, - I love my Mary, the Lily of the West. - - - - - The Watcher. - - The night was dark and fearful, - The blast swept wailing by, - A watcher, pale and tearful, - Look’d forth with anxious eye; - How wistfully she gazeth, - No gleam of morn is there; - Her eyes to heaven she raiseth - In agony of prayer. - - Within that dwelling lonely, - Where want and darkness reign, - Her precious child, her only, - Lay moaning in his pain; - And death alone can free him, - She felt that this must be, - But oh, for morn to see him - Smile once again on me. - - A hundred lights are glancing - In yonder mansion fair, - And merry feet are dancing, - They heed not morning there; - Oh, young and joyous creatures, - One lamp from out your store - Would give that young boy’s features - To his mother’s gaze once more. - - The morning sun is shining, - She heedeth not its ray, - Beside her dead reclining, - The pale, dead mother lay. - A smile her lips was wreathing, - A smile of hope and love, - As though she still were breathing, - “There’s light for us above.” - - - - - The Old Arm-Chair. - - I love it, I love it! and who shall dare - To chide me for loving that old arm-chair? - I’ve treasured it long as a sainted prize, - I’ve bedew’d it with tears, I’ve embalm’d it with sighs! - ’Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart; - Not a tie will break, not a link will start; - Would you know the spell?--a mother sat there! - A sacred thing is that old arm-chair. - - In childhood’s hour I linger’d near - The hallow’d seat with listening ear; - And gentle words that mother would give - To fit me to die, and teach me to live. - She told me that shame would never betide, - With truth for my creed, and God for my guide; - She taught me to lisp my earliest prayer, - As I knelt beside that old arm-chair. - - I sat and watch’d her many a day, - When her eye grew dim, and her locks were gray; - And I almost worship’d her when she smiled, - And turn’d from her Bible to bless her child. - Years roll’d on, but the last one sped-- - My idol was shatter’d, my earth-star fled! - I learnt how much the heart can bear, - When I saw her die in the old arm-chair. - - ’Tis past, ’tis past! but I gaze on it now, - With quivering breath and throbbing brow; - ’Twas there she nursed, ’twas there she died, - And memory flows with lava tide. - Say it is folly, and deem me weak, - Whilst scalding drops start down my cheek; - But I love it, I love it! and can not tear - My soul from a mother’s old arm-chair. - - - - - Grave of Bonaparte. - -Copied by permission of OLIVER DITSON & CO. 227 Washington St., -Boston, owners of the copyright. - - On a lone barren isle, where the wild roaring billow, - Assail the stern rock and the loud tempests rave, - The hero lies still, while the dew drooping willow, - Like fond weeping mourners lean’d over the grave; - The lightnings may flash and the loud thunders rattle, - He heeds not, he hears not, he’s free from all pain, - He sleeps his last sleep, he has fought his last battle, - No sound can awake him to glory again, - No sound can awake him to glory again. - - Yet spirit immortal, the tomb can not bind thee, - For like thine own eagle that soar’d to the sun, - Thou springest from bondage, and leavest behind thee - A name, which before thee no mortal had won. - Though nations may combat, and war’s thunders rattle, - No more on the steed wilt thou sweep o’er the plain, - Thou sleep’st thy last sleep, thou hast fought thy last battle, - No sound can awake thee to glory again, - No sound can awake thee to glory again. - - Oh, shade of the mighty, where now are the legions, - That rush’d but to conquer when thou led’st them on? - Alas! they have perish’d in far hilly regions, - And all save the fame of their triumph is gone. - The trumpet may sound, and the loud cannon rattle, - They heed not, they hear not, they’re free from all pain; - They sleep their last sleep, they have fought their last battle, - No sound can awake them to glory again, - No sound can awake them to glory again. - - - - - Whoop De Doodle Do. - - Simon had a son born, Whoop de doodle do; - Simon had a son born, Whoop de doodle do. - Simon had a son born, - You’d think she was a daughter-- - Yaller Sal de Georgia gal, - And de big bug in de water. - - CHORUS. - - What’s de matter Susan, what’s de matter, my dear? - What’s de matter Susan, I’m gwine ’way to leab you. - - India rubber overcoat, Whoop de doodle do; - India rubber overcoat, Whoop de doodle do. - India rubber overcoat, - Taffy candy shoes-- - Nigger on de Telegraph, - Reading up de news. - What’s de matter, Susan, &c. - - De ole mare she kick high, Whoop de doodle do; - De ole mare she kick high, Whoop de doodle do. - De ole mare she kick high, - De colt begin to prance-- - De ole sow whistle a jig, - For de pigs to dance. - What’s de matter Susan, &c. - - Nigger on de wood-pile, Whoop de doodle do; - Nigger on de wood-pile, Whoop de doodle do; - Nigger on de wood-pile, - Can’t count eleben-- - Put him in a fedder bed, - He think he’s gwine to heaben. - What’s de matter, Susan, &c. - - - - - Sourkrout and Sausages. - - I marry my frow--some childer I gets - As fat as little pigs, - Dey eat me out of my house un home - Un boterr me mit some rigs. - - CHORUS.--Sourkrout un Sausages-- - Schnapps un lager bier, - I wish I was home mit my frow, - As any place but here. - - My frow do noting but scold and scratch, - Un weare my breeches, too; - When I open my mouth she takes a stick - Un beats me black and blue. - Sourkrout un Sausages, etc. - - I live mit her as long as I can, - Den I runs away-- - To list for a soldier un Basastopole, - To fight for a shilling a day. - Sourkrout un Sausages, etc. - - De army is bad as tounge of my frow, - It is as worse by far-- - De Russias stick me if I goes on front - Un I’m killed if I go to de rear. - Sourkrout and Sausages, etc. - - All you men has got frows yus’e dake mine advice, - Un put up mit dere ire, - To list for a soldier is jumping out - Of de frying pan into the fire. - Sourkrout un Sausages, etc. - - - - - The Musical Wife. - - How I wish that my wife would not practice all day, - My head it is ready to split, - It snows, so I can not get out of her way, - But at home all the morning must sit. - How little I thought, when I first heard her sing, - And hung o’er her harp with delight, - The sorrows a musical partner might bring, - Who would practice from morning till night. - Oh! beware ye young men of a musical wife, - For Eliza’s fine voice is the plague of my life! - - “Eliza, my love, I’ve a letter to write - Pray cease for a moment, my dear,” - “Good heavens!” she cries, “you forget that to-night - Ned Seguin and Frazer’ll be here: - Anguera has promis’d to bring his Guitar, - Rametti will play on the Flute, - So I’m trying a second to ’Young Lochinvar,’ - Which Miss Stone will perform on her Lute!” - Oh! beware, young men, of a musical wife, - For Eliza’s fine voice is the plague of my life! - - Last week, in the Senate, on Tuesday’s debate, - We never divided till three, - When, tir’d and exhausted, I hurried home late, - How I long’d for a cup of green tea: - But, alas, neither tea nor repose could I get, - For Keyser, and Lange, were there, - And my wife was performing a fav’rite quartette, - So I went to the Club in despair, - Oh! beware, young men, of a musical wife, - For Eliza’s fine voice is the plague of my life! - - An office was vacant--the postmaster gave, - The place to my brother through me, - I was out--so the messenger carried his note - To Eliza--whilst singing a glee. - But, surrounded, alas! by her musical choir - My wife could not think of my brother; - So the luckless appointment was toss’d in the fire, - And the office--was given to _another_, - Oh! beware, young men, of a musical wife, - For Eliza’s fine voice is the plague of my life! - - Yet they tell me, alas! that I ought, to be blest, - In a wife with so perfect an ear-- - Deaf husbands!--Oh, knew ye the blessings of rest, - Ye would ne’er be so anxious to hear! - I, alas! have discover’d my folly too late-- - Take Warning by me whilst you can-- - When you hear a fine voice--Oh! remember my fate! - I’m a wretched--unfortunate man! - Oh! beware, young men, of a musical wife, - For Eliza’s fine voice is the plague of my life! - - - - - Sambo, I have Missed You. - - Oh, Sambo, is it you, dear, come down to see me now? - I heard you in the barn-yard hollering at the cow; - The pigs were squealing loudly, and the rusters they did crow, - For they knew that welcome footstep of Dinah’s lovely beau; - But the rusters stopp’d their crowing, and the pigs couldn’t squeal, - When at the feet of Dina this bewitching Sam did kneel. - - Your voice was like the night owl, sitting on the tree, - The echoes of that lovely voice were like the bumble bee, - Making music on my ear, like sticks on a drum; - Oh, Sambo, I have miss’d you, I thought you’d never come; - But my heart rejoiced once’t more, when I heard you again, - Oh, Sambo, I loved you, but I fear it is in vain. - - Oh, Dina, I have wrong’d you, I know I have proved unkind, - But now we’ve come together, love, we’ll just make up our mind; - I have thought of you in the field, when hoeing up the corn, - And often I have wish’d, love, that I was never born; - But the day is pass’d now, love, I know that it is gone, - To-morrow we will go to church, and there become one. - - - - - The Tail iv Me Coat. - - I larned me reading an’ writing, - At Ballyragget where I wint to school, - ’Twas there I first took to fighting, - With the schoolmaster Misther O’Toole; - He and I there had many a scrimmage, - The divil a copy I wrote, - But not a gossoon in the village, - Dare thread on the tail iv me coat. - - I an illigant hand was at courting, - For lessons I took in the art, - Till Cupid, that blaggard, while sporting, - A big arrow sint smack through me heart; - Miss O’Connor, I lived straight fornnist her, - And tindher lines to her I wrote, - Who dare say a black word against her, - Why I’d thread on the tail iv his coat. - - A bog-trotter wan, Mickey Mulvany, - He tried for to coax her away; - He had money an’ I hadn’t any, - So a challenge I sint him wan day; - Next morning we met at Killhealy, - The Shannon we cross’d in a boat, - There I lather’d him with me shillely, - For he trod on the tail iv me coat. - - Me fame spread through the nation, - Folks flock for to gaze upon me, - All cry out without hesitation, - “Och, yer a fightin’ man, Mickey Magee!” - I fought with the Finegan faction, - We bate all the Murphies afloat, - If inclined for a row or a ruction, - Why, I’d tread on the tail of their coat. - - - - - The Ivy Green. - - Oh! a dainty plant is the ivy green, - That creepeth o’er the ruins old; - Of right choice food are his meals I ween, - In his cell so lonely and cold. - The wall must be crumbled, the stone decay’d - To please his dainty whim; - And the mouldering dust that years have made, - Is a merry meal for him. - Creeping where no life is seen, - A rare old plant is the ivy green. - - Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings, - And a staunch old head hath he; - How closely he twineth--how tightly he clings - To his friend, the huge oak tree! - And slily he traileth along the ground, - And his leaves he gently waves, - As he joyously hugs, and crawleth round - The rich mould of dead men’s graves. - Creeping where grim death hath been, - A rare old plant is the ivy green. - - Whole ages have fled, and works decay’d, - And nations have scatter’d been; - But the stout old ivy shall never fade - From its hale and hearty green. - The brave old plant in its lonely days - Shall fatten on the past; - For the stateliest building man can raise, - Is the ivy’s food at last. - Creeping where grim death hath been, - A rare old plant is the ivy green. - - - - - Kind Relations. - - We all have our share of the ups and the downs, - Whatever our rank or station; - And he’s sure to get the most scoffs and frowns, - Who depends on his kind relations; - For it’s all very well once or twice to drop in, - To ask for a trifling favor, - But on the third time they are sure to begin, - To construe it to bad behaviour. - There’s your relations! kind relations! - There’s your kind relations! - - I speak from experience, and you’ll find, - Though often they invite you, - When poverty comes close behind, - How quick then they’ll slight you. - For it’s--“Clear the way--there’s a knock at the door-- - Say we’re gone out for a ride, John-- - I know who it is--it’s that hungry bore; - Don’t open the door too wide, John.” - - My goods were one day seized for rent-- - The broker took his station; - Pale and trembling, off I went - To try each kind relation. - Some hemm’d, some ha’d, and some looked cool, - With faces of grief and sorrow; - My twin-brother said he had made it a rule - Never to lend or borrow. - - I thought in my sister to find a friend, - But soon she undeceived me, - By saying--“These are not times too lend, - I would, if I could, relieve thee.” - “A trifle, dear sister, would keep me afloat, - I shall sink if you do not arrange it.” - She said she’d not less than a twenty-pound note, - And she couldn’t find time to change it. - - I lost my goods, but found that day-- - (Though ’gainst me they had sinned all)-- - Death summoned a rich old friend away, - Who left me a tidy windfall. - And then how they altered from what they’d just said, - Their cant, it was really provoking, - To hear them exclaim, as each hung down his head, - “Lord! Tom, we were only a joking.” - - Now, who in the world so blest as me, - With so many kind relations? - I am asked to dinner, to supper, to tea, - I’ve a hundred invitations! - But their crawling presents I daily return, - Their kindness to me they may scant it, - For I hate those cold hearts that would poverty scorn, - And give to those who don’t want it. - - - - - Och! Paddy, is it Yerself? - - Och, Pat, is it yerself indade, safe agin to home? - Sure, Bridget told a lie! faith, she said you wouldn’t come, - I heerd yerself a’ coming, and it made my dander rise, - ’Dade I knowed yer drunken footstep and yer rummy voice. - ’Twas sorrow to my ears in the avenin’s awful gloom-- - Och, Paddy, sure, tell me now, where did you get yer rum? - - We’s afraid yer would come nightly, but this night of all, - We let the fire go out, ’cause we’s going to the ball, - The childers wud set up till nine o’clock and past, - Till they wud say they knowed that their papa was lost, - An’ they hoped yer wud be sober when yer did get home, - Och, Patrick, tell me truly, where did you get yer rum? - - The days were glad without you, the nights were spent in revel, - And now you have come home, Pat, you drunken divil; - Last night I sung and danced by the moon’s gentle ray, - Till I thought I heerd yer voice, when I stopped right away; - But I soon resumed my sport when I found you had not come, - Och, Pat, yer drunken rowdy, why did yer come home? - - - - - The Gambler’s Wife. - - Dark is the night! how dark! no light--no fire! - Cold, on the hearth, the last faint sparks expire; - Shivering, she watches by the cradle side, - For him who pledged his love--last year a bride! - - Hark! ’tis his footstep!--No: ’tis past--’tis gone! - Tic! tic!--how wearily the time rolls on. - Why should he leave me thus? he once was kind, - And I believed ’twould last,--oh, how mad, how blind! - - Rest thee, my babe, rest on,--’tis hunger’s cry! - Sleep: for there is no food: the fount is dry! - Famine and cold their wearing work have done; - My heart must break--and thou, my child!--Hush! the clock strikes - one! - - Hush! ’tis the dice-box--yes! he’s there--he’s there! - For this he leaves me to despair; - Leaves love--leaves truth--his wife--his child--for what? - The gambler’s fancied bliss--the gambler’s horrid lot! - - Yet I’ll not curse him,--no: ’tis all in vain; - ’Tis long to wait, but sure he’ll come again; - And I could starve and bless him, but my child, for you,-- - Oh, fiend! oh, fiend!--Hush! the clock strikes two! - - Hark, how the sign-board creaks,--the blast howls by; - Moan, moan, ye winds, through the cloudy sky. - Ha! ’tis his knock! he comes, he comes once more; - No, ’tis but the lattice-flaps--my hope, my hope is o’er! - - Can he desert us thus? he knows I stay - Night after night, in loneliness to pray, - For his return, and yet he sees no tear; - No, no, it can not be, oh! he will be here; - - Nestle more closely, dear one, to my heart; - Thou art cold--thou art freezing!--but we will not part! - Husband! I die!--Father! it is not he, - Oh, God, protect my child!--Hush! the clock strikes three! - - They’re gone,--the glimmering spark hath fled! - The wife and child are number’d with the dead; - On the cold earth, outstretch’d in solemn rest, - The babe lies frozen on its mother’s breast; - The gambler comes at last, but all is o’er,-- - Dread silence reigns around,--the clock strikes four! - - - - - The Poor Little Fisherman’s Girl. - - It was down in the country a poor girl was weeping, - It was down in the country poor Mary Ann did mourn; - She belonged to this nation--I have lost each dear relation, - Cried a poor little fisherman’s girl, my friends are dead and - gone. - - Oh, who has a soft heart to give me some shelter, - For the winds do blow, and dreadful is the storm? - I have no father nor mother, but I’ve a tender brother, - Cried a poor little fisherman’s girl, my friends are dead and - gone. - - Oh, once I had enjoyment, my friends they reared me tender, - I passed with my brother each happy night and morn; - But death has made a slaughter, poor father’s in the water, - Cried a poor little fisherman’s girl, my friends are dead and - gone. - - So fast falls the snow, and I can’t find a shelter, - So fast falls the snow, I must hasten to the thorn, - For my covering the bushes, my bed is in green rushes, - Cried a poor little fisherman’s girl, my friends are dead and - gone. - - It happened as she passed by a very noble cottage, - A gentleman he heard her, his breast for her did burn, - Crying, Come in my lovely creature, he view’d each drooping feature, - You’re a poor little fisherman’s girl, whose friends are dead and - gone. - - He took her to the fire, and when he’d warmed and fed her, - The tears began to fall; he fell on her breast forlorn, - Crying, Live with me forever, we part again--no never, - You are my dearest sister--our friends are dead and gone. - - So now she’s got a home, she’s living with her brother, - Now she’s got a home, and the needy ne’er does scorn, - For God was her protector, likewise a kind conductor, - Of the poor little fisherman’s girl, when her friends are dead and - gone. - - - - - The Ocean Burial. - - “Oh, bury me not in the deep, deep sea,” - The words came low and mournfully, - From the pallid lips of a youth who lay - On his cabin couch at the close of day; - He had wasted and pined till o’er his brow - Death’s shade had slowly pass’d, and now - Where the land and his fond loved home were nigh, - They had gather’d around him to see him die. - - “Oh, bury me not in the deep, deep sea, - Where the billowing shroud will swell o’er me; - Where no light will break through the dark cold wave, - And no sunbeam rest upon my grave; - It matters not, I have often been told - Where the body shall lie when the heart is cold, - Yet grant, oh, grant this boon to me, - Oh, bury me not in the deep, deep sea. - - “For in fancy I’ve listen’d to the well-known words, - The free wild winds and the songs of the birds; - I have thought of home, of cot, and of bower, - And of scenes that I loved in childhood’s hour, - I had even hoped to be laid, when I died, - In the churchyard there on the green hill-side, - By the homes of my father my grave should be,-- - Oh, bury me not in the deep, deep sea. - - “Let my death slumbers be where a mother’s prayer, - And a sister’s tear shall be mingled there; - It will be sweet ere the heart’s gentle throb is o’er, - To know when its fountain shall gush no more, - That those it so fondly hath yearn’d for will come - To plant the first wild flower of spring on my tomb; - Let me lie where those loved ones will weep over me,-- - Oh, bury me not in the deep, deep sea. - - “And there is another whose tears would be shed - For him who lay far in an ocean bed; - In hours that it pains me to think of now, - She hath twined those locks and hath kiss’d this brow. - In the hair she hath wreathed shall the sea serpent hiss, - And the brow she hath press’d shall the cold wave kiss! - For the sake of that bright one, that waiteth for me, - Oh, bury me not in the deep, deep sea. - - “She hath been in my dreams”--His voice failed there, - They gave no heed to his dying prayer; - They have lower’d him low o’er the vessel side, - Above him has closed the dark cold tide. - Where to dip the light wings the sea-bird rests, - And the blue waves dance o’er the ocean crest, - Where the billows bound and the winds sport free, - They have buried him there in the deep, deep sea. - - - - - The Minute Gun at Sea. - - Let him who sighs in sadness hear, - Rejoice to know a friend is near! - What heavenly sounds are those I hear? - What being comes the gloom to cheer? - When in the storm on Columbia’s coast, - The night-watch guards his weary post, - From thoughts of danger free! - To mark some vessel’s dusky form, - And hears amid the howling storm, - The minute gun at sea! - - Swift on the shore a hardy few, - The life-boat man with a gallant crew, - And dare the dangerous wave! - Through the wild surf they cleave their way, - Lost in the foam, nor know dismay, - For they go the crew to save. - - But oh! what rapture fills each breast, - Of the hapless crew of the ship distress’d, - When landed safe what joys to tell, - Of all the dangers that befell; - Then is heard no more - By the watch on the shore, - The minute gun at sea. - - - - - The Irish Emigrant’s Lament. - - I’m sitting on the style, Mary, - Where we sat side by side, - On a bright May morning long ago, - When first you were my bride. - The corn was springing fresh and green, - And the lark sang loud and high, - And the red was on thy lip, Mary, - And the love-light in thine eye. - - The place is little changed, Mary, - The day is bright as then; - The lark’s loud song is in my ear, - And the corn is green again! - But I miss the soft clasp of your hand, - And your warm breath on my cheek, - And I still keep listening for the words - You never more may speak. - - ’Tis but a step down yonder lane, - And the little church stands near, - The church where we were wed, Mary; - I see the spire from here. - But the graveyard lies between, Mary, - And my step might break your rest; - For I’ve laid you, darling, down to sleep, - With your baby on your breast. - - I’m very lonely now, Mary, - For the poor make no new friends; - But O, they love them better far, - The few our Father sends! - And you were all I had, Mary, - My blessing and my pride; - There’s nothing left to care for now, - Since my poor Mary died. - - Yours was the brave, good heart, Mary, - That still kept hoping on, - When the trust in God had left my soul, - And my arm’s young strength had gone: - There was comfort ever on your lip, - And the kind look on your brow: - I bless you for that same, Mary, - Though you can’t hear me now. - - I thank you for that smile, Mary, - When your heart was fit to break; - When the hunger pain was gnawing there, - And you hid it, for my sake; - I bless you for the pleasant word, - When your heart was sad and sore; - O, I’m thankful you are gone, Mary, - Where grief can’t reach you more. - - I’m bidding you a long farewell, - My Mary, kind and true, - But I’ll not forget you, darling, - In the land I’m going to; - They say there’s bread and work for all, - And the sun shines always there, - But I’ll not forget old Ireland, - Were it fifty times as fair. - - And often in those grand old woods, - I’ll sit and shut my eyes, - And my heart will travel back again - To the place where Mary lies. - And I’ll think I see the little stile, - Where we sat side by side, - And the springing corn, and the bright May morn, - When first you were my bride. - - - - - In the Days when I was Hard Up. - - In the days when I was hard up, not many years ago, - I suffered that which only can the sons of misery know; - Relations, friends, companions, they all turned up their nose, - And they rated me a vagabond for want of better clothes. - - In the days when I was hard up, for want of food and fire, - I used to tie my shoes up with little bits of wire; - When hungry, cold, cast on a rock, and could not get a meal, - How oft I’ve beat the devil down for tempting me to steal. - - In the days when I was hard up, for furniture and drugs, - Many a summer’s night I’ve held communion with the bugs; - I never faced them with a pike, or smashed them on the wall, - I said the world was wide enough, there’s room enough for all. - - In the days when I was hard up, I used to lock my door, - For fear the landlady should say you can’t lodge here no more. - From my own back drawing-room, about ten feet by six, - In the work-house wall just opposite, I’ve counted all the bricks. - - In the days when I was hard up, I bowed my spirits down, - And often have I sought a friend to borrow half-a-crown; - How many are there in this world whose evils I can scan, - The shabby suit of toggery, but can not see the man. - - In the days when I was hard up, I found a blissful hope, - It’s all a poor man’s heritage to keep him from the rope; - Now I’ve found a good old maxim, and this shall be my plan, - Altho’ I wear a ragged coat, I’ll wear it like a man. - - - - - Nothing Else to Do. - -Copied by permission of RUSSELL & TOLMAN, 192 Washington St., Boston, -owners of the copyright. - - The summer is ended, the harvest is gone, - I’ve mowed all my meadows, I’ve housed all my corn; - And sweet Katie’s cottage stood fair to my view, - And so I went a courting, I’d nothing else to do. - Nothing else to do, - Nothing else to do, - And so I went a courting, - For I’d nothing else to do. - - I met my sweet Katie, and down we did sit, - And there we commenced a murmuring chat, - I told her I loved her, to try if she loved too, - I kiss’d her sweet lips, for I’d nothing else to do. - Nothing else to do, &c. - - Oh, down to yonder village we straight took our way, - We met Father Hagan so honest and gay; - I gave him his fees to make one of us two, - And so we got married, we’d nothing else to do. - Nothing else to do, &c. - - And now I’m married, and live in content, - And those I left behind me, I leave to lament; - I love my parents and friends, that is true, - And somebody else, when I’ve nothing else to do. - Nothing else to do, &c. - - ’Tis well to remember and bear in mind, - A constant companion is hard for to find; - And when you find one that is constant and true, - Cherish her even if you’ve something else to do. - Nothing else to do, &c. - - - - - The Lass that Loves a Sailor. - - The moon on the ocean was dimmed by a ripple, - Affording a checkered light. - The gay jolly tars passed the word for a tipple, - And the toast,--for ’twas Saturday night. - Some sweetheart or wife - He loved as his life, - Each drank, and he wished he could hail her; - But the standing toast, - That pleased the most, - Was the wind that blows, - The ship that goes, - And the lass that loves a sailor. - - Some drank his country, and some her brave ships, - And some the Constitution; - Some, may the French, and all such rips, - Yield to American resolution. - That fate might bless, - Some Poll or Bess, - And that they soon might hail her. - - Some drank the navy, and some our land, - This glorious land of freedom: - Some that our tars may never want, - Heroes brave to lead them; - That she who’s in distress may find - Such friends that ne’er will fail her. - But the standing toast, &c. - - - - - The Rat-catcher’s Daughter. - - Not long ago in Vestminster there lived a rat-catcher’s daughter, - And yet she didn’t live in Vestminster, ’cause she loved ’tother - side of the water, - Her father caught rats--and she sold sprats all about and around - that quarter, - And the gentle folks all took off their hats to the putty little - Rat-catcher’s daughter. - - CHORUS.--Doodle dee, - Doodle dum, - Di dum doodle da. - - Now, rich and poor, both far and near, in matrimony sought her: - But at friends and foes turn’d up her nose, did the putty little - Rat-catcher’s daughter. - For there was a man, sold lily vite sand, in Cupid’s net had - caught her, - And right over head and ears in love vent the putty little - Rat-catcher’s daughter. - - Now lily vite sand ran in her ’ead, as she went along Strand, oh, - She forgot as she’d got sprats on her ’ead and cried, D’ye you - want any lily vite sand, oh? - The folks amaz’d all thought her craz’d, as she went along the - Strand, oh, - To see a gal with sprats on her ’ead, cry, D’ye vant any lily - vhite sand, oh? - - Now Rat-catcher’s daughter so ran in his ’ead, he couldn’t tell - vat he vas arter, - So, instead of crying, D’ye vant any sand? he cried, D’ye vant any - Rat-catcher’s, daughter? - His donkey cock’d his ears and laughed, and couldn’t think vat he - vas arter, - Ven he heard his lady vite sandman cry, D’ye vant any - Rat-catcher’s daughter? - - They both agreed to married be upon next Easter Sunday, - But Rat-catcher’s daughter, she had a dream that she wouldn’t be - alive on Monday. - She vent vonce more to buy some sprats, and she tumbled into the - water, - And down to the bottom, all kiver’d with mud, vent the putty - little Rat-catcher’s daughter. - - Ven Lilly vite sand ’e ’eard the news, his eyes ran down with - vater, - Said ’e, In love I’ll constant prove, and--blow me if I’ll live - long arter. - So he cut ’is throat with a pane of glass, and stabb’d ’is donkey - arter - So ’ere is an end of lily vite sand, donkey, and the Rat-catcher’s - daughter. - - - - - Some Love to Drink. - - Some love to drink from the foamy brink, - Where the wine-drop’s dance they see, - But the water bright, in its silver light, - And a crystal cup for me. - - CHORUS.--Oh, water! bright water! - Pure, precious, free! - Yes, ’tis water bright in its silver light, - And a crystal cup for me. - - Oh, a goodly thing is the cooling spring, - ’Mong the rocks where the moss doth grow, - There’s health in the tide and there’s music beside, - In the brooklet’s bounding flow. - - Oh, water, bright water, &c. - - As pure as heaven is the water given, - ’Tis forever fresh and new; - Distilled in the sky, it comes from on high, - In the shower and the gentle dew. - - Oh, water, bright water, &c. - - Let them say ’tis weak, yet its strength I’ll seek, - For the worn rock owns its sway; - And we’re borne swift along by its wing so strong, - When it riseth to fly away. - - Oh, water, bright water, &c. - - There is strength in the glee of the mighty sea, - When the loud stormy wind doth blow; - And a fearful sight is the cataract’s might, - As it leaps to the depths below. - - Oh, water, bright water, &c. - - - - - Simon the Cellarer. - - Old Simon, the Cellarer, keeps a rare store - Of Malmsey and Malvoisie - And Cyprus, and who can say how many more! - For a chary old soul is he, - A chary old soul is he. - Of Sack and Canary he never doth fail, - And all the year round there is brewing of ale; - Yet he never aileth, he quaintly doth say, - While he keeps to his sober six flagons a day; - But ho! ho! ho! his nose doth show - How oft the black Jack to his lips doth go. - But ho! ho! ho! his nose doth show - How oft the black Jack to his lips doth go. - - Dame Margery sits in her own still room, - A matron sage is she; - From thence oft at Curfew is wafted a fume - She says it is “Rosemarie:” - She says it is “Rosemarie:” - But there’s a small cupboard behind the back stair, - And the maids say they often see Margery there. - Now Margery says that she grows very old, - “And must take a something to keep out the cold!” - But ho! ho! ho! old Simon doth know, - Where many a flask of his best doth go. - But ho! ho! ho! old Simon doth know, - Where many a flask of his best doth go. - - Old Simon reclines in his high-back’d chair, - And oft talks about taking a wife; - And Margery is often heard to declare: - “She ought to be settled in life!” - “She ought to be settled in life!” - But Margery has (so the maids say) a tongue, - And she’s not very handsome, and not very young; - So somehow it ends with a shake of the head, - And Simon he brews him a tankard instead; - While ho! ho! ho! he will chuckle and crow, - What! marry old Margery? no! no! no! - While ho! ho! ho! he will chuckle and crow, - What! marry old Margery? no! no! no! - - - - - Washington, Star of the West. - - There’s a Star in the West that will never go down, - Till the records of valor decay; - We must worship its light, for it is our own, - And liberty bursts in its ray. - Shall the name of Washington ever be heard - By a freeman, and thrill not his breast? - Is there one out of bondage that hails not the name - Of Washington, Star of the West? - - War! war to the knife--be enthrall’d or ye die! - Was the echo that waked up the land; - But it was not this frenzy that promoted the cry, - Nor rashness that kindled the brand. - He threw back the fetters, he headed the strife, - Till man’s charter was firmly restored; - Then he pray’d for the moment when liberty and life - Would no longer be pressed by the sword. - - Oh! his laurels were pure, and his patriotic name - In the pages of the future shall dwell, - And be seen in all annals, the foremost in fame, - By the side of a Hoffer and Tell. - Then cherish his memory, the brave and the good, - At Mount Vernon the hero now rests; - Peace, peace to his ashes, our father is dead! - Great Washington, Star of the West! - - - - - CONTENTS - OF - Beadle’s Dime Military Song Book - AND SONGS FOR THE WAR. - - A Dragoon Song, - A Good Time Coming, - A Hero of the Revolution, - A National Song, - A Soldier Lad my Love Shall be, - A Steed, a Steed of Matchless Speed, - All do Allow it, March where we may, - America, - Annie Laurie, - Auld Lang Syne, - Battle Hymn, Columns, Steady! - Bruce’s Address, - Burial of Sir John Moore, - Charge of the Light Brigade, - Hail Columbia, - Hail to the Chief, - Happy are we to-night, Boys, - Hohenlinden, - Hymn, - I’m Leaving Thee in Sorrow, Annie, - It is Great for Our Country to Die, - It is not on the Battle-field, - Light Sounds the Harp, - Mad Anthony Wayne, - Martial Elegy, - Merrily every Bosom Boundeth, - My Soldier Lad, - National Song, - Our Flag, - Peace be to those who Bleed, - Prelude--The American Flag, - Red, White and Blue, - Soldier’s Dirge, - Song, - Song for Invasion, - Song for the Fourth of July, - Star-Spangled Banner, - The American Boy, - The American Volunteer, - The Army and the Navy, - The Battle of Lexington, - The Dead at Buena Vista, - The Death of Napoleon, - The Dying Soldier to his Sword, - The Fallen Brave, - The Flag of our Union, - The Land of Washington, - The Marseilles Hymn, - The Mothers of our Forest Land, - The Myrtle and Steel, - The Origin of Yankee Doodle, - The Rataplan, - The Revolutionary Battle of Eutaw, - The Soldier’s Adieu, - The Soldier’s Dream, - The Soldier’s Farewell, - The Soldier’s Return, - The Soldier’s Wife, - The Sword Chant, - The Sword and the Staff, - The Sword of Bunker Hill, - The Triumph of Italian Freedom, - The Wounded Hussar, - Through Foemen Surrounding, - To the Memory of the Americans who bled at Eutaw Springs, - Uncle Sam’s Farm, - Unfurl the Glorious Banner, - Up! March Away, - War Song, - Warren’s Address, - Yankee Doodle. - - - - - CONTENTS - OF - Beadle’s Dime Union Song Book, - No. 1. - - A “Big Thing” Coming, - A Soleful Ballad, - All Hail to the Stars and Stripes, - America, - An Ode to Washington, - An Old Story with a New Moral, - Anthem, - Army Hymn, - A Yankee Ship and a Yankee Crew, - Banner Song, - Cairo, - Columbia Forever, - Columbia Rules the Sea, - Dixie’s Farms, - Dixie for the Union, - Eighty-five Years Ago, - Enfield Gun, - Freedom’s Light, - God Save our Native Land, - God Save the Union, - God Save the Volunteers, - Hail Columbia, - Heaven for the Right, - Her Own Brave Volunteer, - Hunting Song of the Chivalry, - Hurra for the Union, - Let Cowards Shrink, - Long Live the Great and Free, - March Away, Volunteers, - Marching, - March of the Loyal States, - My own Native Land, - On, Brothers, on, - One I left There, - Our Banner Chorus, - Our Country, - Our Country, Right or Wrong, - Our Flag, - Our Good Ship Sails To-night, - Our Union, Right or Wrong, - Our Whole Country, - Red, White and Blue, - Soldier’s Tent Song, - Song for Battle, - Stand by the Union, - Star-Spangled Banner, - Step to the Front, - The Banner of the Nation, - The Bold Zouaves, - The Dead of the Battle-field, - The Flag of our Union, - The Irish Brigade, - The Michigan “Dixie,” - The Northern Boys, - The Northmen’s Marseilles, - The Old Union Wagon, - The Original Yankee Doodle, - The Patriot Flag, - The Rock of Liberty, - The Southrons are Coming, - The Stripes and Stars, - The Sword of Bunker Hill, - The Union--It must be Preserved, - The Union, Young and Strong, - The Yankee Boy, - The Zouave Boys, - The Zouave’s Song, - To the Seventy-ninth, Highlanders, - Traitor, Beware our Flag, - Unfurl the Glorious Banner, - Viva l’America, - Yankees are Coming. - - - - - CONTENTS - OF - Beadle’s Dime Union Song Book, - No. 2. - - A Life in the Soldier’s Camp, - A Mother’s Hymn in Time of War, - A Soldier’s Dream of Home, - A Yankee Volunteer, - Away to the Fray, - Battle Invocation, - Beautiful Union, - Begone, Secesh, - Blue Jackets, Fall in, - Draw the Sword, Northland, - Drummer Boy of the National Greys, - “E Pluribus Unum,” - Flag Song, - Following the Drum, - Gathering Song, - Give us Room, - Hail Columbia, - Hark! to the Tread, - Hurrah for the Land we Love, - Liberty, - Mustering Chorus, - My Love he is a Zou-zu, - Our Country, Now and Ever, - Our Flag, - Rally, Boys! - Remember Traitors, - Rule, Columbia, - Song of the Zouaves, - Song of Union, - Stand by the Union, - Summons to the North, - Sweet is the Fight, - Sweet Maid of Erin, - The Alarum, - The Banner of Stars, - The Birth of our Banner, - The Brave and Free, - The Delaware Volunteers, - The Flag and the Union, - The Flag of the Brave, - The Flag of the Free, - The Great Union Club, - The “Mud-Sills” Greeting, - The Nation of the Free, - The Northmen are Coming, - The Northern Hurrah, - The Past and Present, - The Patriot’s Address, - The Patriot’s Serenade, - The Patriot’s Wish, - The Patriot Soldier, - The Star Flag, - The Star-Gemmed Flag, - The Star-Spangled Banner, - The Stripes and Stars, - The Union Gunning Match, - The Union Harvesting, - The Union Marseillaise, - The Union Sacrifice, - The Volunteer Yankee Doodle of ’61, - Three Cheers for our Banner, - Traitor, Spare that Flag, - Union Forever, - Victory’s Band, - Volunteer’s Song, - Where Liberty dwells there is my Country, - Wife of my Bosom, - Words of Sympathy. - - - - - CONTENTS - OF - Beadle’s Dime Song Book, - No. 1. - - All’s for the Best, - Annie Laurie, - A National Song, - Answer to a Thousand a Year, - Answer to Kate Kearney, - A Thousand a Year, - Belle Brandon, - Ben Bolt, - Blind Orphan Boy’s Lament, - Bob Ridley, - Bold Privateer, - Do They Miss me at Home? - Don’t be Angry, Mother, - Down the River, - E Pluribus Unum, - Evening Star, - Faded Flowers, - Gentle Annie, - Gentle Jenny Gray, - Glad to Get Home, - Hard Times, - Have You Seen my Sister, - Heather Dale, - Home Again, - I am not Angry, - I Want to Go Home, - Juney at the Gate, - Kate Kearney, - Kiss me Quick and Go, - Kitty Clyde, - Little Blacksmith, - My Home in Kentuck, - My Own Native Land, - Nelly Gray, - Nelly was a Lady, - Old Dog Tray, - Our Mary Ann, - Over the Mountain, - Poor Old Slave, - Red, White, and Blue, - Root, Hog, or Die, - Root, Hog, or Die, No. 2, - Root, Hog, or Die, No. 3, - Root, Hog, or Die, No. 4, - Row, Row, - Shells of the Ocean, - Song of the Sexton, - Star-Spangled Banner, - The Age of Progress, - The Dying Californian, - The Hills of New England, - The Lake-Side Shore, - The Miller of the Dee, - The Marseilles Hymn, - The Old Folks we Loved Long Ago, - The Old Farm-House, - The Old Play-Ground, - The Rock of Liberty, - The Sword of Bunker Hill, - The Tempest, - There’s a Good Time Coming, - Twenty Years Ago, - Twinkling Stars, - Uncle Sam’s Farm, - Unfurl the Glorious Banner, - Wait for the Wagon, - Willie, we have Miss’d You, - Willie’ll Roam no More. - - - - - CONTENTS - OF - Beadle’s Dime Song Book, - NO. 2. - - Alice Gray, - America, - Banks of the Old Mohawk, - Be Kind to Each Other, - Billy Grimes the Rover, - Bryan O’Lynn, - Come Sit Thee Down, - Cora Lee, - Crazy Jane, - Darling Nelly Moore, - Darling Old Stick, - Fireman’s Victory, - Good News from Home, - Good-Night, - Grave of Lilly Dale, - Graves of a Household, - Home, Sweet Home, - I have no Mother Now, - I’m leaving Thee in Sorrow, Annie, - I miss Thee so, - I Shouldn’t like to Tell, - I Wandered by the Brook-Side, - Katy Darling, - Kathleen Mavourneen, - Little Katy; or, Hot Corn, - Mary of the Wild Moor, - Mable Clare, - Mary Alleen, - Mill May, - Minnie Moore, - Minnie Dear, - Mrs. Lofty and I, - Mr. Finagan, - My Eye and Betty Martin, - My Love is a Saileur Boy, - My Mother Dear, - My Grandmother’s Advice, - My Mother’s Bible, - New England, - Oh! I’m Going Home, - Oh! Scorn not thy Brother, - O! the Sea, the Sea, - Old Sideling Hill, - Our Boyhood Days, - Our Father Land, - Peter Gray, - Rory O’More, - Somebody’s waiting for Somebody, - The Farmer Sat in his Easy Chair, - The Farmer’s Boy, - The Irishman’s Shanty, - The Old Folks are Gone, - The Post-Boy’s Song, - The Quilting Party, - Three Bells, - ’Tis Home where the Heart is, - Waiting for the May, - We Stand Here United, - What other Name than Thine, Mother? - Where the Bright Waves are Dashing, - What is Home without a Mother, - Widow Machree, - Willie’s on the Dark Blue Sea, - Winter--Sleigh-Bell Song, - Nancy Bell; or, Old Pine Tree. - - - - - CONTENTS - OF - Beadle’s Dime Song Book, - NO. 3. - - Annie, Dear, Good-by, - A Sailor’s Life for Me, - Bessy was a Sailor’s Bride, - Bonny Jean, - Comic Katy Darling, - Comic Parody, - Darling Jenny Bell, - Darling Rosabel, - Death of Annie Laurie, - Ettie May, - Few Days, - Give ’em String and let ’em Went, - Go it while You’re Young, - Hail Columbia, - Happy Hezekiah, - I’d Choose to be a Daisy, - I have Something Sweet to Tell You, - Isle of Beauty, - I Think of Old Ireland whereever I Go, - Jeannette and Jeannot, - John Jones, - Jordan is a Hard Road to Travel, - Kitty Kimo, - Lather and Shave, - Lager Bier Song, - Linda has Departed, - Lillie Bell, - Love Not, - Man the Life-Boat, - My Dear Old Mother, - My Girl with a Calico Dress, - My Heart’s in Old Ireland, - My Poor Dog Tray, - Old Rosin the Bow, - Over the Left, - Old Dog Tray, No. 2. - Parody on the West, - Pop Goes the Weasel, - Pretty Jane, - Rosa Lee, - Song of the Locomotive, - Sparking Sarah Jane, - The American Girl, - The American Boy, - The Boys of Kilkenny, - The Emigrant’s Farewell, - The Fine Old English Gentleman, - The Fine Old Irish Gentleman, - The Fine Old Dutchman, - The Fireman’s Death, - The Fireman’s Boy, - The Girl I Left behind Me, - The Gold-Digger’s Lament, - The Indian Hunter, - The Old Oaken Bucket, - The Old Whiskey Jug, - The Other Side of Jordan, - The Pirate’s Serenade, - The Yellow Rose of Texas, - Ten O’Clock, or, Remember, Love, Remember, - Tilda Horn, - True Blue, - To the West, - Uncle Ned, - Unhappy Jeremiah, - Vilkins and his Dinah, - We Miss Thee at Home, - What Will Mrs. Grundy Say? - Woodman, Spare that Tree. - - - - - CONTENTS - OF - Beadle’s Dime Song Book, - No. 4. - - Ain’t I Glad to get out of the Wilderness, - A National Song, - Answer to Katy Darling, - A Merry Gipsy Girl again, - A Parody on “Uncle Sam’s Farm,” - Ben Fisher and Wife, - Bonnie Jamie, - Broken-Hearted Tom, the Lover, - By the Sad Sea-Waves, - Columbia Rules the Sea, - Come, Gang awa’ wi’ Me, - Commence you Darkies all, - Cottage by the Sea, - Daylight is on the Sea, - Don’t you cry so, Norah, Darling, - Erin is my Home, - Gal from the South, - He Led Her to the Altar, - Home, Sweet Home, - I am a Freeman, - I’ll hang my Harp on a Willow-Tree, - I’m not Myself at all, - Indian Hunter, - I’ve been Roaming o’er the Prairie, - I Wish He would Decide, Mamma, - Jane Monroe, - Johnny is Gone for a Soldier, - Jolly Jack the Rover, - Kate was once a little Girl, - Kitty Tyrrel, - Let Me Kiss Him for his Mother, - Linda’s Gone to Baltimore, - Maud Adair, and I, - Molly Bawn, - My ain Fireside, - My Boyhood’s Home, - Nora, the Pride of Kildare, - O, God! Preserve the Mariner, - Oh, Kiss, but never tell, - Old Uncle Edward, - Paddy on the Canal, - Poor old Maids, - Ship A-Hoy! - Somebody’s Courting Somebody, - Song of the Farmer, - Song of Blanche Alpen, - Sparking Sunday Night, - Sprig of Shilleleh, - Stand by the Flag, - The Farmer’s Boy, - The Hazel Dell, - The Harp that once Through Tara’s Hall, - The Indian Warrior’s Grave, - The Little Low Room where I Courted my Wife, - The Low Backed Car, - The Old Brown Cot, - The Old Kirk-Yard, - The Railroad Engineer’s Song, - They don’t wish Me at Home, - Tom Brown, - Terry O’Reilly, - Uncle Gabriel, - Uncle Tim the Toper, - We were Boys and Girls together, - We are Growing Old together, - We are all so Fond of Kissing, - Where are now the Hopes I Cherished? - Within a Mile of Edinburgh Town, - Would I were a Boy again, - Would I were a Girl again, - Would I were with Thee. - - - - - CONTENTS - OF - Beadle’s Dime Song Book, - NO. 6. - - Annie Lisle, - Beautiful World, - Be Kind to the Loved Ones, - Bobbin’ Around, - Bonnie Dundee, - Courting in Connecticut, - Dearest Mae, - Dear Mother, I’ll Come again, - Ella Ree, - Fairy Dell, - Far, far upon the Sea, - Gentle Hallie, - Gentle Nettie Moore, - Happy are we To-night, - Hattie Lee, - He Doeth All Things Well, - I can not Call her Mother, - I’ll Paddle my own Canoe, - I’m Standing by thy Grave, Mother, - Is it Anybody’s Business? - Jane O’Malley, - Jenny Lane, - Joanna Snow, - Johnny Sands, - Lilly Dale, - Little more Cider, - Lulu is our Darling Pride, - Marion Lee, - Meet me by the Running Brook, - Minnie Clyde, - Not for Gold, - Not Married Yet, - Oh, carry me Home to Die, - Oh! 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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of -the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at -www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - - - -Title: Beadle's Dime Song Book No. 5 - A Collection of New and Popular Comic and Sentimental Songs - -Author: Various - -Release Date: January 8, 2016 [EBook #50878] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BEADLE'S DIME SONG BOOK NO. 5 *** - - - - -Produced by David Edwards, Carol Brown, and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - -</pre> - - -<div class="tnote"><h4>Transcriber’s Note:</h4> - -<p>This text includes characters that require UTF-8 (Unicode) file -encoding. If apostrophes and quotation marks appear as garbage, make -sure your text reader’s “character set” or “file encoding” is set to -Unicode (UTF-8). You may also need to change the default font.</p> - -<p>Additional notes are at the end of the book.</p> -</div><!--end transcriber's note--> - -<!--001.png--> -<div class="chapter"><!--cover page--> -<p class="p4 center muchlarger"><span class="issue"><strong>5</strong></span><strong>BEADLE'S</strong><span class="price"><strong>5</strong></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> - <img src="images/cover.jpg" - width="auto" height="500" - alt="Illustration: Cover" - title="Cover" - /> -</div><!--end figure--> -<h1>DIME<br /> -SONG BOOK</h1> - -<p class="p2 center muchlarger"><strong><abbr title="Number">No.</abbr> 5.</strong></p> - -<p class="p2 center muchsmaller">A COLLECTION OF NEW AND POPULAR</p> - -<p class="p2 center muchlarger tall">COMIC AND SENTIMENTAL</p> - -<p class="p2 center muchlarger">SONGS.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"> - <img src="images/flags.jpg" - width="25%" height="auto" - alt="Illustration: Flags" - title="Flags" - /> -</div><!--end figure--> - -<p class="p2 center">NEW-YORK:<br /> -<span class="ls">BEADLE AND COMPANY,</span><br /> -<span class="smaller">General Dime Book Publishers</span>.</p> -</div><!--end cover page--> - -<!--002.png--> - -<p class="p4 center muchlarger break">Books for the Hour!</p> - -<hr /> -<p class="center">MILITARY EXPLOITS</p> - -<p class="center smaller">OF</p> - -<p class="center larger"><strong>Great Soldiers and Generals.</strong></p> - -<hr class="c33" /> -<p class="center muchlarger">BEADLE’S</p> -<p class="center muchlarger">DIME BIOGRAPHICAL LIBRARY.</p> - -<p class="center"><strong><span class="issue">Each Issue Complete.</span><span class="size">100 Pages.</span><span class="price">Price Ten Cents.</span></strong></p> - -<p><abbr title="Number">No.</abbr> 6.—<span class="sc">The Life, Military and Civic Services of Lieut.-Gen. -WINFIELD SCOTT.</span> Complete up to the present period.</p> - -<p><abbr title="Number">No.</abbr> 4.—<span class="sc">The Life, Times and Services of</span> ANTHONY WAYNE (<span class="sc">Mad -Anthony</span>) Brigadier-General in the War of the Revolution, and -Commander-in-Chief of the Army during the Indian War.</p> - -<p><abbr title="Number">No.</abbr> 1.—<span class="sc">The Life of JOSEPH GARIBALDI</span>: The Liberator of Italy. -Complete up to the withdrawal of Garibaldi to his Island Home, after -the Neapolitan Campaign, 1860.</p> - -<hr class="c10" /> - -<p class="p2">These brilliant books of the most brilliant Commanders and soldiers of -modern times possess remarkable interest at this moment. Each book -will be found to be a <em>full</em> record of the men and events in -which they acted so splendid a part.</p> - -<p class="indent1">EVERY YOUNG MAN SHOULD READ THEM!</p> -<p class="indent2">EVERY SOLDIER SHOULD READ THEM!</p> -<p class="indent3">EVERY LOVER OF THE UNION SHOULD READ THEM!</p> - -<p class="center larger"><strong>For Sale at all News Depots.</strong></p> - -<!--003.png--> - -<div class="chapter"><!--title page--> -<p class="p4 center larger break"><strong>BEADLE’S</strong></p> -<p class="p4 center muchlarger"><strong>DIME</strong></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> - <img src="images/logo.jpg" - width="65%" height="auto" - alt="Illustration: Dime logo" - title="Dime logo" - /> -</div><!--end figure--> - -<p class="p4 center muchlarger"><strong>SONG BOOK</strong></p> - -<p class="p2 center"><strong><abbr title="Number">No.</abbr> 5.</strong></p> - -<p class="p2 center muchsmaller">A COLLECTION OF NEW AND POPULAR</p> - -<p class="p2 center muchlarger tall">COMIC AND SENTIMENTAL</p> - -<p class="p2 center muchlarger">SONGS.</p> - -<hr class="c33" /> - -<p class="p2 center"><span class="ls">NEW-YORK:</span><br /> -<span class="ls">IRWIN P. BEADLE & <abbr title="company">CO.</abbr>,</span><br /> -<span class="smaller"><abbr title="number">NO.</abbr> 137 WILLIAM STREET.</span>.</p> -</div><!--end title page--> -<!--004.png--> - -<p class="p4 break center">Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1860<br /> -<span class="sc">By</span> IRWIN P. BEADLE & <abbr title="company">CO.</abbr>,<br /> -in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for<br /> -the Southern district of New York.</p> - -<!--005.png--> -<div class="chapter p4 box"><!--start TOC--> -<table summary="contents"> - -<tr><th colspan="2" scope="colgroup">CONTENTS OF DIME SONG BOOK NO. 5.</th></tr> -<tr><td></td><td class="right"><span class="smaller">Page</span></td></tr> - -<tr><td class="left">A Dollar or Two,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">A Man’s a Man for a’ That,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Angel’s Whisper,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_18">18</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Auld Lang Syne,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">A Yankee Ship and a Yankee Crew,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Bashful Young Man,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Call Me Pet Names,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Camptown Races,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Charity,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Cheer, Boys, Cheer,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Comin’ Thro’ the Rye,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_8">8</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Dermot Astore,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Dilla Burn,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Down the Burn, Davy, Love,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Dumbarton’s Bonnie Dell,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Ever of Thee,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Gum-Tree Canoe,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Hark! I hear an Angel Sing,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">I’d Offer Thee this Hand of Mine,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_6">6</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">In the Days when I was Hard Up,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_66">66</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">John Anderson, my Jo, John,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Johnny was a Shoemaker,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_44">44</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Kind Relations,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Last Week I Took a Wife,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Mary of Argyle,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_24">24</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Meet Me by Moonlight,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Napolitaine,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Norah M’Shane,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Nothing Else to Do,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Och! Paddy, is it Yerself?</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Oft in the Stilly Night,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Roll on Silver Moon,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Sambo, I have Miss’d You,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_55">55</a> -<!--006.png--></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Sammy Slap, the Bill-Sticker,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Simon the Cellarer,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_71">71</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Something to Love Me,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Some Love to Drink,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Sourkrout and Sausages,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Still so Gently o’er Me Stealing,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">The Gay Cavalier,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">The Gambler’s Wife,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">The Grave of Uncle True,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">The Grave of Bonaparte,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">The Ingle Side,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">The Irish Emigrant’s Lament,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_64">64</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">The Ivy Green,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">The Lass that Loves a Sailor,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">The Last Rose of Summer,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">The Lily of the West,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">The Minute Gun at Sea,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">The Monks of Old,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">The Musical Wife,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_54">54</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">The Ocean Burial,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_62">62</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">The Old Arm-Chair,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_50">50</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">The Poor Little Fisherman’s Girl,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">The Rat-catcher’s Daughter,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_69">69</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">The Rose of Allendale,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">The Tail iv Me Coat,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">The Watcher,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Thou Art Gone from My Gaze,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Thou hast Wounded the Spirit,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">’Tis Midnight Hour,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Twilight Dews,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Umbrella Courtship,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Wake! Dinah, Wake!</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Washington Star of the West,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_72">72</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">We’ll have a Little Dance To-Night, Boys,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">We Met by Chance,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">When I Saw Sweet Nellie Home,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">When the Swallows Homeward Fly,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_11">11</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Whoop de Doodle do,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">William of the Ferry,</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="left">Will You Love Me Then as Now?</td><td class="right"><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td></tr> -</table> -</div><!--end TOC--> - -<p><!--007.png--><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 5]</span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p class="p4 center muchlarger"><strong>BEADLE’S</strong></p> - -<h2 class="no-break">DIME SONG BOOK</h2> - -<p class="center muchlarger"><abbr title="Number">No.</abbr> 5.</p> -<hr class="c33" /> - -<h3 class="p2">When I saw Sweet Nellie Home.</h3> -<p class="center smaller">Copied by permission of <span class="sc">Russell & Tolman</span>, 192 Washington St., -Boston,<br />owners of the copyright.</p> - -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">In the sky the bright stars glitter’d,</div> - <div class="i2">On the grass the moonlight fell,</div> - <div class="i0">Hush’d the sound of daylight bustle,</div> - <div class="i2">Closed the pink-eyed Pimpernel.</div> - <div class="i0">As adown the moss-grown wood path</div> - <div class="i2">Where the cattle love to roam,</div> - <div class="i0">From Aunt Dinah’s quilting-party,</div> - <div class="i2">I was seeing Nellie home.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><i>Chorus.</i>—In the sky the bright stars glitter’d,</div> - <div class="i5">On the grass the moonlight shone,</div> - <div class="i4">From Aunt Dinah’s quilting-party</div> - <div class="i5">I was seeing Nellie home.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">When the autumn tinged the green-wood,</div> - <div class="i2">Turning all its leaves to gold,</div> - <div class="i0">In the lawn by the elders shaded,</div> - <div class="i2">I my love to Nellie told.</div> - <div class="i0">On the star-bespangled dome,</div> - <div class="i2">How I blest the August evening,</div> - <div class="i0">As we stood together gazing,</div> - <div class="i2">When I saw sweet Nellie home.</div> - <div class="i4">In the sky, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">White hairs mingled with my tresses,</div> - <div class="i2">Furrows stealing on my brow,</div> - <div class="i0">But a love smile cheers and blesses</div> - <div class="i2">Life’s declining moments now.</div> - <div class="i0">Matron in the snowy kerchief,</div> - <div class="i2">Closer to my bosom come,</div> - <div class="i0">Tell me, dost thou still remember</div> - <div class="i2">When I saw thee, sweet Nellie home?</div> - <div class="i4">In the sky, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--008.png--><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 6]</span></p> -<h3>I’d offer Thee this Hand of Mine.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I’d offer thee this hand of mine</div> - <div class="i2">If I could love thee less,</div> - <div class="i0">But hearts as warm and pure as thine</div> - <div class="i2">Should never know distress.</div> - <div class="i0">My fortune is too hard for thee,</div> - <div class="i2a">’Twould chill thy dearest joys;</div> - <div class="i0">I’d rather weep to see thee free,</div> - <div class="i2">Than win thee to destroy.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i6">I’d offer thee, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I’ll leave thee in thy happiness</div> - <div class="i2">As one too dear to love;</div> - <div class="i0">As one I think on but to bless</div> - <div class="i2">As wretchedly I rove;</div> - <div class="i0">And oh! when sorrow’s cup I drink</div> - <div class="i2">All bitter though it be,</div> - <div class="i0">How sweet t’will be for me to think</div> - <div class="i2">It holds no drop for thee.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i6">I’d offer thee, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But now my dreams are sadly o’er,</div> - <div class="i2">Fate bids them all depart,</div> - <div class="i0">And I must leave my native shore</div> - <div class="i2">In brokenness of heart;</div> - <div class="i0">And oh! dear one, when far from thee,</div> - <div class="i2">I’ll ne’er know joy again;</div> - <div class="i0">I would not that one thought of me</div> - <div class="i2">Should give thy bosom pain.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i6">I’d offer thee, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--009.png--><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 7]</span></p> -<h3>Gum-Tree Canoe.</h3> -<p class="center smaller">Copied by permission of <span class="sc">Russell, & Tolman</span>, 291 Washington St., -Boston,<br />owners of the copyright.</p> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">On Tom bigbee river, so bright, I was born,</div> - <div class="i0">In a hut made ob husks ob de tall yaller corn;</div> - <div class="i0">An’ dar I fust met wid my Jula so true,</div> - <div class="i0">An’ I row’d her about in my Gum-tree canoe.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> -<p class="center smaller">CHORUS.</p> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i4">Singing row away, row,</div> - <div class="i4">O’er de waters so blue,</div> - <div class="i4">Like a feather we’ll float,</div> - <div class="i4">In my Gum-tree canoe.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">All de day in de field de soft cotton I hoe,</div> - <div class="i0">I tink of my Jula, an’ sing as I go;</div> - <div class="i0">Oh, I catch her a bird wid a wing ob true blue,</div> - <div class="i0">An’ at night sail her round in my Gum-tree canoe.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i4">Singing row away, row, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Wid my hands on de banjo, and toe on de oar,</div> - <div class="i0">I sing to de sound ob de riber’s soft roar,</div> - <div class="i0">While de stars dey look down on my Jula so true,</div> - <div class="i0">An’ dance in her eye in my Gum-tree canoe.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i4">Singing row away, row, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But one night de stream bore us so far away,</div> - <div class="i0">Dat we couldn’t cum back, so we thought we’d jis stay,</div> - <div class="i0">Oh, we spied a tall ship wid a flag ob true blue,</div> - <div class="i0">An’ it took us in tow wid my Gum-tree canoe.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i4">Singing row away, row, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--010.png--><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 8]</span></p> -<h3>Comin’ thro’ the Rye.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Gin a body meet a body,</div> - <div class="i2">Comin’ thro’ the rye;</div> - <div class="i0">Gin a body kiss a body,</div> - <div class="i2">Need a body cry?</div> - <div class="i0">Ilka lassie has her laddie,</div> - <div class="i2">Nane they say ha’e I;</div> - <div class="i0">Yet a’ the lads they smile at me,</div> - <div class="i2">And what the waur am I?</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Gin a body meet a body</div> - <div class="i2">Comin’ frae the well,</div> - <div class="i0">Gin a body kiss a body,</div> - <div class="i2">Need a body tell?</div> - <div class="i0">Ilka lassie has her laddie,</div> - <div class="i2">Ne’er a ane ha’e I;</div> - <div class="i0">But a’ the lads they smile on me,</div> - <div class="i2">And what the waur am I?</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Gin a body meet a body,</div> - <div class="i2">Comin’ frae the town;</div> - <div class="i0">Gin a body greet a body,</div> - <div class="i2">Need a body frown?</div> - <div class="i0">Ilka lassie has her laddie,</div> - <div class="i2">Nane, they say, ha’e I;</div> - <div class="i0">But a’ the lads they lo’e me weel,</div> - <div class="i2">And what the waur am I?</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--011.png--><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 9]</span></p> -<h3>Thou hast Wounded the Spirit.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thou hast wounded the spirit that loved thee,</div> - <div class="i2">And cherished thine image for years;</div> - <div class="i0">Thou hast taught me at last to forget thee,</div> - <div class="i2">In secret, in silence, and tears,</div> - <div class="i0">As a young bird, when left by its mother</div> - <div class="i2">Its earliest pinions to try,</div> - <div class="i0a">’Round the nest will still lingering hover,</div> - <div class="i2">Ere its trembling wings can fly.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thus we’re taught in this cold world to smother</div> - <div class="i2">Each feeling that once was so dear;</div> - <div class="i0">Like that young bird, I’ll seek to discover</div> - <div class="i2">A home of affection elsewhere.</div> - <div class="i0">Tho’ this heart may still cling to thee fondly,</div> - <div class="i2">And dream of sweet memories past,</div> - <div class="i0">Yet Hope, like the rainbow of summer,</div> - <div class="i2">Gives a promise of Lethe at last.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3>Still so Gently o’er me Stealing.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Still so gently o’er me stealing,</div> - <div class="i0">Mem’ry will bring back the feeling</div> - <div class="i0">Spite of all my grief, revealing</div> - <div class="i2">That I love thee, that I dearly love thee still,</div> - <div class="i0">Tho’ some other swain may charm thee,</div> - <div class="i0">Ah! no other e’er can warm me—</div> - <div class="i0">Yet ne’er fear, I will not harm thee,</div> - <div class="i2">No! thou false one, no, no! I fondly love thee still.</div> - <div class="i0">Ah! ne’er fear, I will not harm thee,</div> - <div class="i0">No, false one, no! I love thee—</div> - <div class="i2">I love thee, false one, still.</div> - <div class="i4"><span class="sc">Chorus</span>—Still so gently o’er me stealing, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--012.png--><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 10]</span></p> -<h3>We Met by Chance.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">When evening brings the twilight hour,</div> - <div class="i2">I pass a lonely spot,</div> - <div class="i0">Where oft she comes to cull the flower,</div> - <div class="i2">We call “Forget-me-not.”</div> - <div class="i3">She never whispers go, nor stay;</div> - <div class="i3">She never whispers go, nor stay;</div> - <div class="i3">We met by chance, the usual way,</div> - <div class="i3">We met by chance, the usual way</div> - <div class="i6">We met by chance,</div> - <div class="i6">We met by chance,</div> - <div class="i3">We met by chance, the usual way.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i3">Once, how, I can not well divine,</div> - <div class="i4">Unless by chance we kiss’d,</div> - <div class="i3">I found her lips were close to mine,</div> - <div class="i4">So I could not resist;</div> - <div class="i5">As neither whisper’d yea, nor nay,</div> - <div class="i5">As neither whisper’d yea, nor nay,</div> - <div class="i3">They met by chance, the usual way,</div> - <div class="i3">They met by chance, the usual way,</div> - <div class="i6">They met by chance,</div> - <div class="i6">They met by chance,</div> - <div class="i3">They met by chance, the usual way.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The roses, when the zephyrs woo,</div> - <div class="i2">Impart what they receive;</div> - <div class="i0">They sigh and sip the balmy dew,</div> - <div class="i2">But never whisper give.</div> - <div class="i3">Our love is mutual, this we know,</div> - <div class="i3">Our love is mutual, this we know,</div> - <div class="i3">Though neither tells the other so,</div> - <div class="i3">Though neither tells the other so;</div> - <div class="i3">Our love is mutual, this we know,</div> - <div class="i3">Though neither tells the other so.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--013.png--><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 11]</span></p> -<h3>When the Swallows Homeward Fly.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">When the swallows homeward fly,</div> - <div class="i0">When the roses scatter’d lie,</div> - <div class="i0">When from neither hill nor dale,</div> - <div class="i0">Chaunts the silvery nightingale,</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <p class="center smaller">CHORUS.</p> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i2">In these words my bleeding heart</div> - <div class="i2">Would to thee its grief impart:</div> - <div class="i2">Shall we ever meet again?</div> - <div class="i3">Parting! ah! parting, parting is pain.</div> - <div class="i3">Parting! ah! parting, parting is pain.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">When the white swan southward roves,</div> - <div class="i0">There to seek the orange groves,</div> - <div class="i0">When the red tints of the west</div> - <div class="i0">Prove the sun has gone to rest.</div> - <div class="i2"><i>Chorus.</i>—In these words, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">O poor heart! whate’er befall,</div> - <div class="i0">There is rest fer thee and all,</div> - <div class="i0">That on earth which fades away,</div> - <div class="i0">Comes again in bright array.</div> - <div class="i2"><i>Chorus.</i>—In these words, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--014.png--><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 12]</span></p> -<h3>Will You Love Me then as Now.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">You have told me that you love me,</div> - <div class="i2">And your heart’s thought seems to speak,</div> - <div class="i0">As you look on me so fondly,</div> - <div class="i2">And the life-blood tints your cheek.</div> - <div class="i0">May I trust that these warm feelings,</div> - <div class="i2">Never will grow cold and strange,</div> - <div class="i0">And you’ll remain unalter’d</div> - <div class="i2">In this weary world of change?</div> - <div class="i0">When the shades of care and sorrow,</div> - <div class="i2">Dim my eyes and cloud my brow,</div> - <div class="i0">And my spirit sinks within me—</div> - <div class="i2">Will you love me then as now?</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Though our youth may pass uncloud’d</div> - <div class="i2">In a peaceful happy home,</div> - <div class="i0">Yet as year on year advances,</div> - <div class="i2">Changes must upon us come.</div> - <div class="i0">For the step will lose its lightness,</div> - <div class="i2">And the hair be changed to grey;</div> - <div class="i0">Eyes once bright give up their luster,</div> - <div class="i2">And the hopes of youth decay</div> - <div class="i0">When all these have passed upon me,</div> - <div class="i2">And stern age has touched my brow,</div> - <div class="i0">Will the change find you unchanging?</div> - <div class="i2">Will you love me then as now?</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--015.png--><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 13]</span></p> -<h3>Meet Me by Moonlight.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Meet me by moonlight alone,</div> - <div class="i2">And then I will tell you a tale</div> - <div class="i0">Must be told by the moonlight alone,</div> - <div class="i2">In the grove at the end of the vale.</div> - <div class="i0">You must promise to come, for I said</div> - <div class="i2">I would show the night-flowers their queen—</div> - <div class="i0">Nay, turn not away thy sweet head,</div> - <div class="i2a">’Tis the loveliest ever was seen.</div> - <div class="i6">Oh! meet me by moonlight, alone.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Daylight may do for the gay,</div> - <div class="i2">The thoughtless, the heartless, the free;</div> - <div class="i0">But there’s something about the moon’s ray,</div> - <div class="i2">That is sweeter to you and to me.</div> - <div class="i0">Oh! remember be sure to be there.</div> - <div class="i2">For though, dearly a moonlight I prize,</div> - <div class="i0">I care not for all in the air,</div> - <div class="i2">If I want the sweet light of your eyes.</div> - <div class="i6">So meet me by moonlight alone.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3>Thou art gone from my Gaze.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream,</div> - <div class="i0">And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream,</div> - <div class="i0">Oft I <a name="breathe"></a>breathe thy dear name to the winds floating by,</div> - <div class="i0">But thy sweet voice is mute to my bosom’s lone sigh.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">In the stillness of night when the stars mildly shine,</div> - <div class="i0">My heart fondly holds sweet communion with thine,</div> - <div class="i0">For I feel thou art near, and where’er I may be,</div> - <div class="i0">That the spirit of love keeps a watch over me.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--016.png--><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 14]</span></p> -<h3>The Rose of Allendale.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The morn was fair, the skies were clear,</div> - <div class="i2">No breath came o’er the sea,</div> - <div class="i0">When Mary left her highland cot,</div> - <div class="i2">And wandered forth with me;</div> - <div class="i0">Though flowers deck’d the mountain’s side,</div> - <div class="i2">And fragrance fill’d the vale,</div> - <div class="i0">By far the sweetest flower there,</div> - <div class="i2">Was the Rose of Allendale.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Where’er I wander’d, east or west,</div> - <div class="i2">Though fate began to lower,</div> - <div class="i0">A solace still was she to me,</div> - <div class="i2">In sorrow’s lonely hour;</div> - <div class="i0">When tempest lashed our gallant bark,</div> - <div class="i2">And rent her shivering sail,</div> - <div class="i0">One maiden form withstood the storm,</div> - <div class="i2a">’Twas the Rose of Allendale.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And when my fever’d lips were parch’d</div> - <div class="i2">On Afric’s burning sand,</div> - <div class="i0">She whisper’d hopes of happiness,</div> - <div class="i2">And tales of distant land;</div> - <div class="i0">My life had been a wilderness,</div> - <div class="i2">Unblest by fortune’s gale,</div> - <div class="i0">Had fate not link’d my lot to hers,</div> - <div class="i2">The Rose of Allendale.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--017.png--><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 15]</span></p> -<h3>Cheer, Boys, Cheer.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Cheer, boys, cheer, no more of idle sorrow,</div> - <div class="i2">Courage, true hearts shall bear us on our way,</div> - <div class="i0">Hope points before, and shows a bright to-morrow,</div> - <div class="i2">Let us forget the darkness of to-day.</div> - <div class="i0">Then farewell England, much as we may love thee,</div> - <div class="i2">We’ll dry the tears that we have shed before;</div> - <div class="i0">We’ll not weep to sail in search of fortune,</div> - <div class="i2">Then farewell England, farewell evermore.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> -<p class="center smaller">CHORUS.</p> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then cheer, boys, cheer for England, mother England,</div> - <div class="i2">Cheer, boys, cheer for the willing strong right hand,</div> - <div class="i0">Cheer boys, cheer, there’s wealth for honest labor,</div> - <div class="i2">Cheer, boys, cheer for the new and happy land.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Cheer, boys, cheer, the steady breeze is blowing,</div> - <div class="i2">To float us freely o’er the ocean’s breast,</div> - <div class="i0">And the world shall follow in the track we’re going;</div> - <div class="i2">The star of empire glitters in the West,</div> - <div class="i0">We’ve had a toil, and little to reward it,</div> - <div class="i2">But there shall plenty smile upon our pain,</div> - <div class="i0">And ours shall be the prairie and the forest,</div> - <div class="i2">And boundless meadows ripe with golden grain.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> -<p class="center smaller">CHORUS.</p> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then cheer, boys, cheer for England, mother England,</div> - <div class="i2">Cheer, boys, cheer, united heart and hand;</div> - <div class="i0">Cheer, boys, cheer, there’s wealth for honest labor,</div> - <div class="i2">Cheer, boys, cheer for the new and happy land.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--018.png--><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 16]</span></p> -<h3>Auld Lang Syne.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Should auld acquaintance be forgot,</div> - <div class="i2">And never brought to mind?</div> - <div class="i0">Should auld acquaintance be forgot,</div> - <div class="i2">And days of Auld Lang Syne?</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> -<p class="center smaller">CHORUS.</p> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For Auld Lang Syne, my dear,</div> - <div class="i2">For Auld Lang Syne;</div> - <div class="i0">We’ll take a cup of kindness yet,</div> - <div class="i2">For Auld Lang Syne.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">We twa ha’e run about the braes,</div> - <div class="i2">And pu’d the gowans fine;</div> - <div class="i0">But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot,</div> - <div class="i2">Sin Auld Lang Syne.</div> - <div class="i4">For Auld Lang Syne, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">We twa ha’e paid let i’ the burn,</div> - <div class="i2">Frae morning sun till dine;</div> - <div class="i0">But seas between us braid ha’e roar’d,</div> - <div class="i2">Sin Auld Lang Syne.</div> - <div class="i4">For Auld Lang Syne, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And there’s a hand my trusty feire,</div> - <div class="i2">An’ gi’es a hand o’ thine;</div> - <div class="i0">An’ we’ll take a right gude willie waught,</div> - <div class="i2">For Auld Lang Syne.</div> - <div class="i4">For Auld Lang Syne, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And surely you’ll be your pint stoup,</div> - <div class="i2">And surely I’ll be mine;</div> - <div class="i0">And we’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet,</div> - <div class="i2">For Auld Lang Syne.</div> - <div class="i4">For Auld Lang Syne, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--019.png--><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 17]</span></p> -<h3>Norah M’Shane.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I’ve left Ballymornach a long way behind me,</div> - <div class="i2">To better my fortune I’ve cross’d the big sea;</div> - <div class="i0">But I’m sadly alone, not a creature to mind me,</div> - <div class="i2">And faith I’m as wretch’d as wretch’d can be;</div> - <div class="i0">I think of the buttermilk, fresh as the daisy,</div> - <div class="i2">The beautiful halls and the emerald plain,</div> - <div class="i0">And, ah! don’t I oftentimes think myself crazy</div> - <div class="i2">About that black-eyed rogue, Norah M’Shane.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I sigh for the turf-pile so cheerfully burning,</div> - <div class="i2">When barefoot I trudged it from toiling afar,</div> - <div class="i0">When I toss’d in the light the thirteen I’d been earning,</div> - <div class="i2">And whistled the tune of “Erin go Bragh.”</div> - <div class="i0">In truth, I believe that I’m half broken-heart’d,</div> - <div class="i2">To my country and love I must get back again</div> - <div class="i0">For I’ve never been happy at all since I part’d</div> - <div class="i2">From sweet Ballymornach and Norah M’Shane.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Oh! there’s something so dear in the cot I was born in,</div> - <div class="i2">Tho’ the walls are but mud and the roof is but thatch;</div> - <div class="i0">How familiar the grunt of the pigs in the morning,—</div> - <div class="i2">What music in lifting the rusty old latch!</div> - <div class="i0a">’Tis true I’d no money, but then I’d no sorrow,</div> - <div class="i2">My pockets were light, but my head had no pain;</div> - <div class="i0">And if I but live till the sun shines to-morrow,</div> - <div class="i2">I’ll be off to dear Erin and Norah M’Shane.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--020.png--><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 18]</span></p> -<h3>Angel’s Whisper.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i6">A baby was sleeping,</div> - <div class="i6">Its mother was weeping,</div> - <div class="i0">For her husband was far o’er the wide raging sea,</div> - <div class="i6">And the tempest was swelling,</div> - <div class="i6">Round the fisherman’s dwelling,</div> - <div class="i0">And she cried, “Dermot, darling, oh, come back to me!”</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i6">Her beads while she number’d,</div> - <div class="i6">The baby still slumber’d,</div> - <div class="i0">And smiled in her face as she bend’d her knee;</div> - <div class="i6a">“Oh! bless’d be that warning,</div> - <div class="i6">My child thy sleep adorning,</div> - <div class="i0">For I know that the angels are whispering to thee.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i6a">“And while they are keeping</div> - <div class="i6">Bright watch o’er thy sleeping,</div> - <div class="i0">Oh, pray to them safely, my babe with me;</div> - <div class="i6">And say thou would’st rather</div> - <div class="i6">They’d watch o’er thy father,</div> - <div class="i0">For I know that the angels are whispering to thee.”</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i6">The dawn of the morning</div> - <div class="i6">Saw Dermot returning,</div> - <div class="i0">And the wife wept with joy the babe’s father to see,</div> - <div class="i6">And closely caressing</div> - <div class="i6">The child, with a blessing,</div> - <div class="i0">Said, “I knew that the angels were whispering to thee.”</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--021.png--><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 19]</span></p> -<h3>A Yankee Ship, and a Yankee Crew.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">A Yankee ship, and a Yankee crew,</div> - <div class="i2">Tally hi ho! you know!</div> - <div class="i0">O’er the bright blue waves like a sea-bird flew,</div> - <div class="i2">Singing hey! aloft and alow!</div> - <div class="i0">Her sails are spread to the fairy breeze!</div> - <div class="i2">The spray as sparkling thrown from her prow,</div> - <div class="i0">Her flag is the proudest that floats on the seas,</div> - <div class="i2">When homeward she’s steering now!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">A Yankee ship, and a Yankee crew,</div> - <div class="i2">Tally hi ho! you know!</div> - <div class="i0">With hearts aboard, both gallant and true,</div> - <div class="i2">The same aloft and alow,</div> - <div class="i0">The blackening sky, and the whistling wind,</div> - <div class="i2">Foretell the approach of a gale,</div> - <div class="i0">And a home and its joys flits over each mind;</div> - <div class="i2">Husbands, lovers, on deck there! a sail!</div> - <div class="i0">A Yankee ship, and a Yankee crew,</div> - <div class="i2">Tally hi ho! you know!</div> - <div class="i0">Distress is the word, God speed them through,</div> - <div class="i2">Bear a hand aloft and alow!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">A Yankee ship, and a Yankee crew,</div> - <div class="i2">Tally hi ho! you know!</div> - <div class="i0">Freedom defends the land where it grew,</div> - <div class="i2">We’re free aloft and alow!</div> - <div class="i0">Bearing down on a ship, in regal pride,</div> - <div class="i2">Defiance floating at each mast-head;</div> - <div class="i0">She’s wreck’d, and the one that floats alongside,</div> - <div class="i2">The stars and stripes that’s to victory wed.</div> - <div class="i0">A Yankee ship, and a Yankee crew,</div> - <div class="i2">Tally hi ho! you know!</div> - <div class="i0">Ne’er strikes to a foe while the sky is blue,</div> - <div class="i2">Or a tar aloft and alow!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--022.png--><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 20]</span></p> -<h3>The Last Rose of Summer.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0a">’Tis the last rose of summer,</div> - <div class="i2">Left blooming alone;</div> - <div class="i0">All her lovely companions</div> - <div class="i2">Are faded and gone:</div> - <div class="i0">No flower of her kindred,</div> - <div class="i2">No rose-bud is nigh,</div> - <div class="i0">To reflect back her blushes,</div> - <div class="i2">Or give sigh for sigh.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one,</div> - <div class="i2">To pine on the stem;</div> - <div class="i0">Since the lovely are sleeping,</div> - <div class="i2">Go sleep thou with them;</div> - <div class="i0">Thus kindly I scatter</div> - <div class="i2">Thy leaves o’er the bed,</div> - <div class="i0">Where thy mates of the garden</div> - <div class="i2">Lie scentless and dead.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">So soon may I follow,</div> - <div class="i2">When friendships decay,</div> - <div class="i0">And from love’s shining circle</div> - <div class="i2">The gems drop away;</div> - <div class="i0">When true hearts lie wither’d,</div> - <div class="i2">And fond ones are flown,</div> - <div class="i0">Oh! who would inhabit</div> - <div class="i2">This bleak world alone?</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--023.png--><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 21]</span></p> -<h3>Something to Love Me.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Something to love me, something to bless,</div> - <div class="i0">Something to smile upon and to caress;</div> - <div class="i0">Something to fill up the void in my heart,</div> - <div class="i0">That will not, when sorrow comes o’er me, depart.</div> - <div class="i0">Something that loves not as summer friends love,</div> - <div class="i0">As true as the star in the blue realms above;</div> - <div class="i0">Something with instinct enough to believe,</div> - <div class="i0">That will not, like most of earth’s proud ones deceive.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Something to love me, something to bless,</div> - <div class="i0">Something to smile upon and to caress;</div> - <div class="i0">Something to fill up the void in my heart,</div> - <div class="i0">That will not, when sorrow comes o’er me, depart.</div> - <div class="i0">Something to love me, something to pet,</div> - <div class="i0">Something that kindness can never forget;</div> - <div class="i0">Something that clings to me, even a bird,</div> - <div class="i0">In whose sweet music reproach is not heard.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Something to cheer me, and stay by my side,</div> - <div class="i0">That never will leave me, whate’er may betide,</div> - <div class="i0">That I may still in this hollow world find,</div> - <div class="i0">There’s something still left to be loving and kind.</div> - <div class="i0">Something to love me, something to bless,</div> - <div class="i0">Something to smile upon and to caress;</div> - <div class="i0">Something to fill up the void in my heart,</div> - <div class="i0">That will not when sorrow comes o’er me, depart.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--024.png--><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 22]</span></p> -<h3>Sammy Slap, the Bill-Sticker.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I’m Sammy Slap, the bill-sticker, and you must all agree, sirs,</div> - <div class="i0">I sticks to business like a trump, and business sticks to me, sirs;</div> - <div class="i0">The low folks call me plasterer, but they deserve a banging,</div> - <div class="i0">Because, genteelly speaking, why my trade is paper-hanging,</div> - <div class="i1"><span class="sc">Chorus.</span>—With my paste, paste, paste,</div> - <div class="i5">Oh, all the world is puffing,</div> - <div class="i5">So I paste, paste, paste.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">All ’round about the city now, when anything’s the go, sirs,</div> - <div class="i0">You’ll always find me at my post, a sticking up the posters;</div> - <div class="i0">I’ve hung Ned Forrest twelve feet high, and did it, sirs, quite easy;</div> - <div class="i0">And I’ve been engaged, too, lately, both by Mario and Grisi.</div> - <div class="i1"><span class="sc">Chorus.</span>—With my paste, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I’m not like some in our trade, they deserve their jackets laced, sirs,</div> - <div class="i0">They stick up half their bosses bills, and sells the rest for <i>waste</i>, sirs;</div> - <div class="i0">Now honesty’s best policy, with a good name to retire with,</div> - <div class="i0">So what I doesn’t use myself—my old girl lights the fire with.</div> - <div class="i1"><span class="sc">Chorus.</span>—With my paste, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Sometimes I’m jobbing for the church with charitable sermons,</div> - <div class="i0">And sometimes for the theatres, the English and the Germans;</div> - <div class="i0">To me, of course, no odds it is, so long as I’m a winner—</div> - <div class="i0">Whether I sticks up for a saint, or hangs up for a sinner.</div> - <div class="i1"><span class="sc">Chorus.</span>—With my paste, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">There’s Jenny Lind, I’m proud to say—sweet music’s great adorner,</div> - <div class="i0">I’ve had the honor of posting her in every hole and corner;</div> - <div class="i0">Alboni, too, so nice and plump, I’ve stuck her up that’s certain—</div> - <div class="i0">And I’ve plastered Mrs. Mowatt, right on top of Billy Burton.</div> - <div class="i1"><span class="sc">Chorus.</span>—With my paste, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Well now before I say good-bye, permit me to remind ye,</div> - <div class="i0">That round about the city here, you’re always sure to find me;</div> - <div class="i0">And if ever you shall have a job—to show how I deserve ye,</div> - <div class="i0">About the town, through thick and thin, I’ll brush along to serve ye.</div> - <div class="i1"><span class="sc">Chorus.</span>—With my paste, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--025.png--><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 23]</span></p> -<h3>Roll on Silver Moon.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">As I strayed from my cot at the close of the day,</div> - <div class="i2">About the beginning of June,</div> - <div class="i0a">’Neath a jessamine shade I espied a fair maid,</div> - <div class="i2">And she sadly complain’d to the moon.</div> - <div class="i0">Roll on silver moon, guide the traveler’s way,</div> - <div class="i2">When the nightingale’s song is in tune,</div> - <div class="i0">But never, never more with my lover I’ll stray,</div> - <div class="i2">By thy sweet silver light, bonny moon.</div> - <div class="i6">Roll on, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">As the hart on the mountain my lover was brave,</div> - <div class="i2">So handsome, so manly, and clever;</div> - <div class="i0">So kind and sincere, and he loved me so dear,</div> - <div class="i2">Oh, Edwin, thy equal was never.</div> - <div class="i0">But now he is dead, and gone to death’s bed,</div> - <div class="i2">He’s cut down like a rose in full bloom;</div> - <div class="i0">He’s fallen asleep, and poor Jane’s left to weep,</div> - <div class="i2">By the sweet silver light of the moon.</div> - <div class="i6">Roll on, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But his grave I’ll seek out until morning appears,</div> - <div class="i2">And weep for my lover so brave,</div> - <div class="i0">I’ll embrace the cold turf and wash with my tears</div> - <div class="i2">The flowers that bloom o’er his grave;</div> - <div class="i0">But never again shall my bosom know joy</div> - <div class="i2">With my Edwin I hope to be soon;</div> - <div class="i0">Lovers shall weep o’er the grave where we sleep,</div> - <div class="i2">By thy sweet silver light, bonny moon.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--026.png--><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 24]</span></p> -<h3>Mary of Argyle.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I have heard the mavis singing,</div> - <div class="i2">His love-song to the morn,</div> - <div class="i0">I have seen the dew-drops clinging,</div> - <div class="i2">To the rose just newly born;</div> - <div class="i0">But a sweeter song has cheered me,</div> - <div class="i2">At the evening’s gentle close,</div> - <div class="i0">I have seen an eye still brighter,</div> - <div class="i2">Than the dew-drops on the rose—</div> - <div class="i0a">’Twas thy voice, my gentle Mary,</div> - <div class="i2">And thine artless, winning smile,</div> - <div class="i0">That made this world an Eden,</div> - <div class="i2">Bonny Mary of Argyle.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Though thy voice may lose its sweetness,</div> - <div class="i2">And thine eye its brightness too,</div> - <div class="i0">Though thy step may lose its fleetness,</div> - <div class="i2">And thy hair its sunny hue,</div> - <div class="i0">Still to me shalt thou be dearer,</div> - <div class="i2">Than all the world can own.</div> - <div class="i0">I have loved thee for thy beauty,</div> - <div class="i2">But not for that alone,—</div> - <div class="i0">I have watched thy heart, dear Mary,</div> - <div class="i2">And its goodness was the wile,</div> - <div class="i0">That has made thee mine forever,</div> - <div class="i2">Bonny Mary of Argyle.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--027.png--><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 25]</span></p> -<h3>Oft in the Stilly Night.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i3">Oft in the stilly night,</div> - <div class="i4">Ere slumber’s chain has bound me,</div> - <div class="i3">Fond mem’ry brings the light</div> - <div class="i4">Of other days around me;</div> - <div class="i0">The smiles, the tears of childhood’s years,</div> - <div class="i2">The words of love then spoken,</div> - <div class="i0">The eyes that shone, now dimm’d and gone,</div> - <div class="i2">The cheerful hearts now broken!</div> - <div class="i6">Thus in the stilly night, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i3">When I remember all</div> - <div class="i4">The friends so link’d together,</div> - <div class="i3">I’ve seen around me fall,</div> - <div class="i4">Like leaves in winter weather,</div> - <div class="i0">I feel like one, who treads alone</div> - <div class="i2">Some banquet hall deserted,</div> - <div class="i0">Whose lights are fled, whose garland’s dead,</div> - <div class="i2">And all but he departed.</div> - <div class="i6">Thus in the stilly night, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--028.png--><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 26]</span></p> -<h3>’Tis Midnight Hour.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0a">’Tis midnight hour, the moon shines bright.</div> - <div class="i2">The dew-drops play beneath her ray;</div> - <div class="i0">The twinkling stars their trembling light,</div> - <div class="i2">Like beauty’s eyes display.</div> - <div class="i0">Then sleep no more, though ’round thy heart</div> - <div class="i2">Some tender dream may idly play,</div> - <div class="i0">For midnight song with magic art,</div> - <div class="i2">Shall chase that dream away.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0a">’Tis midnight hour, from flower to flower</div> - <div class="i2">The wayward zephyr floats along,</div> - <div class="i0">Or lingers in some shady bower,</div> - <div class="i2">To hear the night-bird’s song.</div> - <div class="i0">Then sleep no more, though ’round thy heart</div> - <div class="i2">Some tender dream may idly play,</div> - <div class="i0">For midnight song with magic art,</div> - <div class="i2">Shall chase that dream away.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3>The Ingle Side.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">It’s rare to see the morning breeze,</div> - <div class="i2">Like a bonfire frae the sea;</div> - <div class="i0">It’s fair to see the burnie kiss,</div> - <div class="i2">The lip o’ the flowery lea.</div> - <div class="i0">An’ fine it is on green hillside,</div> - <div class="i2">Where hums the busy bee;</div> - <div class="i0">But rarer, fairer, finer far,</div> - <div class="i2">Is the Ingle side for me.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Glens may be gilt wi’ gowans fair,</div> - <div class="i2">The birds may fill the tree;</div> - <div class="i0">And haughs hae a’ the scented ware,</div> - <div class="i2">That simmer growth can gie;</div> - <div class="i0">But the canty hearth where cronies meet,</div> - <div class="i2">An’ the darling o’ our e’e,</div> - <div class="i0">That makes to us a warld complete—</div> - <div class="i2">Oh! the Ingle side for me.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--029.png--><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 27]</span></p> -<h3>Twilight Dews.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">When twilight dews are falling fast,</div> - <div class="i2">Upon the rosy sea;</div> - <div class="i0">I watch that star whose beams so oft</div> - <div class="i2">Hath lighted me to thee.</div> - <div class="i0">And thou, too, one that was so dear,</div> - <div class="i2">Ah! dost thou gaze at even,</div> - <div class="i0">And think, though lost forever here,</div> - <div class="i2">Thou’lt yet be mine in Heaven?</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">There’s not a garden walk I tread,</div> - <div class="i2">There’s not a flower I see—</div> - <div class="i0">But brings to mind some hope that’s fled,</div> - <div class="i2">Some joy I’ve lost with thee.</div> - <div class="i0">And now I wish that hour was near,</div> - <div class="i2">When friends and foes forgiven—</div> - <div class="i0">The pains, the ills we’ve wept through here,</div> - <div class="i2">May turn to smiles in heaven.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3>Napolitaine.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Napolitaine, I am dreaming of thee,</div> - <div class="i0">I’m hearing thy foot-falls so joyous and free,</div> - <div class="i0">Thy dark, flashing eyes are intwining me yet,</div> - <div class="i0">Thy voice with its music I ne’er can forget;</div> - <div class="i0">I’m far from the land of thy own sunny home,</div> - <div class="i0">Alone in this wide world with sorrow I roam;</div> - <div class="i0">In the halls of the gay or wherever it be,</div> - <div class="i0">Still Napolitaine, I’m dreaming of thee.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Napolitaine, art thou thinking of me?</div> - <div class="i0">Hath absence not banished my memory from thee?</div> - <div class="i0">Remember our meetings, their whispers to keep,</div> - <div class="i0">When bright eyes were calling all lovers to sleep?</div> - <div class="i0">And yet would I not have a shade on thy brow,</div> - <div class="i0">As bright as though ’twere lit is thine on me now,</div> - <div class="i0">For ’tis memory that brings all thy beauty to me;</div> - <div class="i0">Still, Napolitaine, I’m dreaming of thee,</div> - <div class="i2">Napolitaine, I’m dreaming of thee,</div> - <div class="i2">Napolitaine, I’m dreaming of thee.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--030.png--><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 28]</span></p> -<h3>The Gay Cavalier.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0a">’Twas a beautiful night, and the stars shone bright,</div> - <div class="i2">And the moon o’er the waters played,</div> - <div class="i0">When a gay cavalier to a bower drew near,</div> - <div class="i2">A maid to serenade;</div> - <div class="i0">To tenderest words he swept the chords,</div> - <div class="i2">And many a sigh heaved he,</div> - <div class="i0">While o’er and o’er he fondly swore,</div> - <div class="i2">Sweet maid I love but thee.</div> -<div class="brace">} <span class="halfsize">Repeat.</span></div> - <div class="i5">Sweet maid, sweet maid,</div> - <div class="i5">Sweet maid I love but thee.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">He raised his eyes to her lattice high,</div> - <div class="i2">While he softly breathed his hopes,</div> - <div class="i0">With amazement he sees, swing about in the breeze,</div> - <div class="i2">Already a ladder of ropes,</div> - <div class="i0">Up, up he has gone, the bird is flown,</div> - <div class="i2b">“What is this on the ground?” quoth he;</div> - <div class="i0b">“Oh it’s plain that she loves, here’s some gentleman’s gloves,</div> - <div class="i2">She is off, and it’s not with me.”</div> -<div class="brace">} <span class="halfsize">Repeat.</span></div> - <div class="i5">For these gloves, these gloves,</div> - <div class="i5">They never belonged to me.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Of course you’d have thought he’d have followed and fought,</div> - <div class="i2">As that was a dueling age,</div> - <div class="i0">But this gay cavalier, he quite scorned the idea</div> - <div class="i2">Of putting himself in a rage;</div> - <div class="i0">More wise by far, he put up his guitar,</div> - <div class="i2">And as homeward he went, sung he,</div> - <div class="i0b">“When a lady elopes down a ladder of ropes,</div> - <div class="i2">She may go to Hong Kong for me.”</div> -<div class="brace">} <span class="halfsize">Repeat.</span></div> - <div class="i5">She may go, she may go,</div> - <div class="i5">She may go to Hong Kong for me.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--031.png--><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 29]</span></p> -<h3>Last Week I Took a Wife.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Last week I took a wife,</div> - <div class="i2">And when I first did woo her,</div> - <div class="i0">I vow’d to stick through life,</div> - <div class="i2">Like Cobler’s wax unto her,</div> - <div class="i0">But soon we went to some mishap,</div> - <div class="i2">To loggerheads together,</div> - <div class="i0">And when my wife began to strap,</div> - <div class="i2">Why I began to leather.</div> - <div class="i4">Fal lal de ral lal lal de ral lal ra,</div> - <div class="i5">Oh, I began to leather.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">My wife without her shoes,</div> - <div class="i2">Is hardly three feet seven,</div> - <div class="i0">And I to all Men’s views,</div> - <div class="i2">Am full five feet eleven.</div> - <div class="i0">So when to take her down some pegs,</div> - <div class="i2">I drubb’d her neat and clever;</div> - <div class="i0">She made a bolt right through my legs,</div> - <div class="i2">And ran away forever.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">When she was gone, good lack!</div> - <div class="i2">My hair like hog’s hair bristle,</div> - <div class="i0">I thought she’d ne’er come back,</div> - <div class="i2">So went to work and whistled.</div> - <div class="i0">Then let her go, I’ve got my stall,</div> - <div class="i2">Which may no robber rifle,</div> - <div class="i0a">’Twould break my heart to lose my awl,</div> - <div class="i2">To lose my wife’s a trifle.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--032.png--><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 30]</span></p> -<h3>Dumbarton’s Bonnie Dell.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">There’s no a nook in a the land,</div> - <div class="i2">By mountain, moss or fell,</div> - <div class="i0">There’s naething half sae canty, grand</div> - <div class="i2">As blithe Dumbarton’s dell.</div> - <div class="i0">And wou’d you speir the reason why,</div> - <div class="i2">The truth I’ll fairly tell.</div> - <div class="i0">A winsome lassie lives hard by</div> - <div class="i2">Dumbarton’s bonnie dell.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Up by yon glen Loch Lomond laves,</div> - <div class="i2">And bold Macgregors dwell,</div> - <div class="i0">Where bogles dance o’er heroe’s graves,</div> - <div class="i2">There lives Dumbarton’s belle.</div> - <div class="i0">She’s blest with every charm in life,</div> - <div class="i2">And this I know full well,</div> - <div class="i0">I’ll ne’er be happy, till my wife,</div> - <div class="i2">Is blithe Dumbarton’s belle.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3>Charity.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Meek and lowly, pure and holy,</div> - <div class="i2">Chief among the blessed three,</div> - <div class="i0">Turning sadness into gladness,</div> - <div class="i2">Heaven born art thou, Charity!</div> - <div class="i0">Pity dwelleth in thy bosom;</div> - <div class="i2">Kindness reigneth o’er thy heart.</div> - <div class="i0">Gentle thoughts alone can sway thee;</div> - <div class="i2">Judgment hath in thee no part.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Hoping ever, failing never;</div> - <div class="i2">Though deceived, believing still;</div> - <div class="i0">Long abiding, all confiding</div> - <div class="i2">To thy Heavenly Father’s will;</div> - <div class="i0">Never weary of well-doing,</div> - <div class="i2">Never fearful of the end;</div> - <div class="i0">Claiming all mankind as brothers,</div> - <div class="i2">Thou dost all alike befriend.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--033.png--><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 31]</span></p> -<h3>The Monks of old.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Many have told of the monks of old,</div> - <div class="i2">What a saintly race they were,</div> - <div class="i0">But ’tis most true, that a merrier crew</div> - <div class="i2">Could scarce be found elswhere!</div> - <div class="i0">For they sung and laugh’d, and the rich wine quaff’d,</div> - <div class="i2">And lived on the daintiest cheer!</div> - <div class="i0">For they laugh’d ha! ha! and they quaff’d ha! ha!</div> - <div class="i2">And lived on the daintiest cheer!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And then they would jest at the love confess’d</div> - <div class="i2">By many an artless Maid,</div> - <div class="i0">And what hopes and fears they had breath’d in the ears,</div> - <div class="i2">Of those who had sought their aid!</div> - <div class="i0">And they sung and laugh’d, and the rich wine quaff’d,</div> - <div class="i2">As they told of each love-sick jade!</div> - <div class="i0">And they laugh’d ha! ha! and they quaff’d ha! ha!</div> - <div class="i2">As they told of each love-sick jade!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And the Abbot meek, with his form so sleek,</div> - <div class="i2">Was the heartiest of them all;</div> - <div class="i0">And would take his place with a smiling face,</div> - <div class="i2">When refection bell would call!</div> - <div class="i0">When they sung and laugh’d, and the rich wine quaff’d,</div> - <div class="i2">Till they shook the olden wall!</div> - <div class="i0">And they laugh’d ha! ha! and they quaff’d ha! ha!</div> - <div class="i2">Till they shook the olden wall!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then say what they will, we’ll drink to them still,</div> - <div class="i2">For a jovial band they were!</div> - <div class="i0">And ’tis most true, that a merrier crew</div> - <div class="i2">Could not be found elswhere!</div> - <div class="i6">For they sung and laugh’d, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--034.png--><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 32]</span></p> -<h3>Bashful Young Man.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">They say I shall get over it, but no, I never can;</div> - <div class="i0">You’ve no conception what it is to be a bashful man;</div> - <div class="i0">I—I—oh dear, I quite forget what I was going to say,</div> - <div class="i0">But would the ladies be so good as look another way?</div> - <div class="i0">I’d give—I don’t know what I’d not, if it were not the case,</div> - <div class="i0">But it’s a fact—I can not look a lady in the face;</div> - <div class="i0">I’d rather face—I would, indeed—I know I am a fool—</div> - <div class="i0">I’d rather face a crocodile, than meet a ladies’ school.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">At parties, when, like other men, I’m ask’d if I won’t dance,</div> - <div class="i0">I blush and fidget with my gloves, and wish myself in France,</div> - <div class="i0">And while I’m standing stammering, and hanging down my head,</div> - <div class="i0">Some sandy-whisker’d coxcomb leads the lady out instead.</div> - <div class="i0">I did just touch a lady’s hand, last night, in a quadrille,</div> - <div class="i0">Oh, goodness, how my heart did beat! it’s palpitating still.</div> - <div class="i0">While my young brother, fresh from school, to show you how I’m teaz’d,</div> - <div class="i0">Said, “Frank, why what a ’muff’ you are, girls like their fingers squeez’d.”</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">How am I to get married? I shall never have a wife,</div> - <div class="i0">I could never make an offer, I’m convinced, to save my life;</div> - <div class="i0">There’s the “quizzing” by the sisters, and the “questions” by mamma,</div> - <div class="i0">And the “pumping” that one goes through, in the study, by papa;</div> - <div class="i0">Then there’s that horrid honey-moon, the journey with a bride,</div> - <div class="i0">And grinning post-boys looking back, and no one else inside;</div> - <div class="i0">Oh my, the very thought of it quite takes away my breath,</div> - <div class="i0">I’m certain, at the wedding, I should blush myself to death.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--035.png--><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 33]</span></p> -<h3>Down the Burn, Davy, Love.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">When trees did bud, and fields were green,</div> - <div class="i2">And broom bloom’d fair to see;</div> - <div class="i0">When Mary was complete fifteen,</div> - <div class="i2">And love laugh’d in her e’e,—</div> - <div class="i0">Blithe Davy’s blinks her heart did move</div> - <div class="i2">To speak her mind thus free,</div> - <div class="i0b">“Gang down the burn, Davy, love,</div> - <div class="i2">And I will follow thee.”</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Now Davy did each lad surpass</div> - <div class="i2">That dwelt on this burn side,</div> - <div class="i0">And Mary was the bonniest lass,</div> - <div class="i2">Just meet to be a bride.</div> - <div class="i0">Blithe Davy’s blinks her heart did move</div> - <div class="i2">To speak her mind thus free,</div> - <div class="i0b">“Gang down the burn, Davy, love,</div> - <div class="i2">And I will follow thee.”</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Her cheeks were rosy, red, and white,</div> - <div class="i2">Her een was bonny blue,</div> - <div class="i0">Her locks were like Aurora bright,</div> - <div class="i2">Her lips like dropping dew.</div> - <div class="i0">Blithe Davy’s blinks her heart did move</div> - <div class="i2">To speak her mind thus free,</div> - <div class="i0b">“Gang down the burn, Davy, love,</div> - <div class="i2">And I will follow thee.”</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">As fate had dealt to him a routh,</div> - <div class="i2">Straight to the kirk he led her;</div> - <div class="i0">There plight’d her his faith and truth,</div> - <div class="i2">And a bonny bride he made her;</div> - <div class="i0">No more asham’d to own her love,</div> - <div class="i2">Or speak her mind thus free,</div> - <div class="i0b">“Gang down the burn, Davy, love,</div> - <div class="i2">And I will follow thee.”</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--036.png--><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 34]</span></p> -<h3>Call Me Pet Names.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Call me pet names, dearest—call me a bird,</div> - <div class="i0">That flies to thy breast at one cherishing word;</div> - <div class="i0">That folds its wild wings there, ne’er thinking of flight,</div> - <div class="i0">That tenderly sings there, in loving delight.</div> - <div class="i0">O, my sad heart is pining for one fond word!</div> - <div class="i0">Call me pet names, dearest—call me thy bird.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Call me fond names, dearest—call me a star,</div> - <div class="i0">Whose smiles beaming welcome thou feelest from afar,</div> - <div class="i0">Whose light is the clearest, the truest to thee,</div> - <div class="i0">When the night-time of sorrow steals over life’s sea.</div> - <div class="i0">O, trust thy rich bark where its warm rays are!</div> - <div class="i0">Call me pet names, darling—call me thy star.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Call me sweet names, darling—call me a flower,</div> - <div class="i0">That lives in the light of thy smile each hour;</div> - <div class="i0">That droops when its heaven, thy love, grows cold;</div> - <div class="i0">That shrinks from the wick’d, the false, and bold;</div> - <div class="i0">That blooms for thee only, through sunlight and shower.</div> - <div class="i0">Call me pet names, darling—call me a flower.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Call me dear names, darling—call me thine own;</div> - <div class="i0">Speak to me always in love’s low tone;</div> - <div class="i0">Let not thy look nor thy voice grow cold;</div> - <div class="i0">Let my fond worship thy being enfold;</div> - <div class="i0">Love me forever, and love me alone;</div> - <div class="i0">Call me pet names, darling—call me thine own.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--037.png--><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 35]</span></p> -<h3>Dermot Astore.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Oh! Dermot Astore, between waking and sleeping,</div> - <div class="i2">I heard thy dear voice, and I wept to its lay;</div> - <div class="i0">Every pulse of my heart the sweet measure was keeping,</div> - <div class="i2a">’Til Killarney’s wild echoes had borne it away.</div> - <div class="i0">Oh, tell me, my own love, is this our last meeting?</div> - <div class="i2">Shall we wander no more in Killarney’s green bowers,</div> - <div class="i0">To watch the bright sun o’er the dim hills retreating,</div> - <div class="i2">And the wild stag at rest in his bed of spring flowers?</div> - <div class="i4"><span class="sc">Chorus.</span>—Oh! Dermot Astore, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Oh! Dermot Astore, how this fond heart would flutter,</div> - <div class="i2">When I met thee by night in a shady boreen,</div> - <div class="i0">And heard thine own voice in a soft whisper utter</div> - <div class="i2">Those words of endearment, “Mavourneen Colleen.”</div> - <div class="i0">I know we must part, but oh! say not forever,</div> - <div class="i2">That it may be for years adds enough to my pain;</div> - <div class="i0">But I’ll cling to the hope that, though now we must sever,</div> - <div class="i2">In some bless’d hour I shall meet thee again.</div> - <div class="i4"><span class="sc">Chorus.</span>—Oh! Dermot Astore, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3>Ever of Thee.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Ever of thee I’m fondly dreaming;</div> - <div class="i2">Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer;</div> - <div class="i0">Thou wert the star that, mildly beaming,</div> - <div class="i2">Shone o’er my path when all was dark and drear.</div> - <div class="i0">Still in my heart thy form I cherish;</div> - <div class="i2">Every kind thought, like a bird, flies to thee;</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Ah! never, till life and memory perish,</div> - <div class="i2">Can I forget how dear thou art to me;</div> - <div class="i0">Morn, noon, and night, where’er I may be,</div> - <div class="i0">Fondly I’m dreaming ever of thee,</div> - <div class="i0">Fondly I’m dreaming ever of thee.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Ever of thee, when sad and lonely,</div> - <div class="i2">Wandering afar, my soul joy’d to dwell;</div> - <div class="i0">Ah! then I felt I loved thee only;</div> - <div class="i2">All seem’d to fade before affection’s spell;</div> - <div class="i0">Years have not chill’d the love I cherish;</div> - <div class="i2">True as the stars hath my heart been to thee;</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i3">Ah! never till life, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--038.png--><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 36]</span></p> -<h3>Hark I Hear an Angel Sing.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Hark! I hear an angel sing—</div> - <div class="i0">Angels now are on the wing;</div> - <div class="i0">And their voices singing clear,</div> - <div class="i0">Tell us that the Spring is near.</div> - <div class="i0">Dost thou hear them, gentle one?</div> - <div class="i0">Dost thou see the glorious sun,</div> - <div class="i0">Rising higher in the sky.</div> - <div class="i0">As each day, as each day it passes by?</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1"><span class="sc">Chorus.</span>—Hark I hear an angel sing—</div> - <div class="i5">Angels now are on the wing;</div> - <div class="i5">And their voices singing clear,</div> - <div class="i5">Tell us that the spring is near.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Just beyond yon cliffs of snow,</div> - <div class="i0">Silver rivers brightly flow;</div> - <div class="i0">Smiling woods and fields are seen,</div> - <div class="i0">Mantled in a robe of green.</div> - <div class="i0">Birds and bees, and brooks, and flowers,</div> - <div class="i0">Tell us of all vernal hours.</div> - <div class="i0">There the birds are weaving lays,</div> - <div class="i0">For the happy, happy Spring-time days.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Look! oh, look! the southern sky</div> - <div class="i0">Mirrors flowers of every dye;</div> - <div class="i0">Children tripping o’er the plain:</div> - <div class="i0">Spring is coming back again—</div> - <div class="i0">Spring is coming! shouts of glee;</div> - <div class="i0">Singing birds on bush and tree;</div> - <div class="i0">And the bees—their merry hums;</div> - <div class="i0">For the Spring-time comes, it comes, it comes!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--039.png--><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 37]</span></p> -<h3>John Anderson, My Jo, John.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">John Anderson, my Jo, John, when nature first began,</div> - <div class="i0">To try her canny hand, John, her master-work was man;</div> - <div class="i0">And ye amang them a’, John, sae trig frae top to toe,</div> - <div class="i0">She proved to be na’ journey-work, John Anderson, my Jo.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">John Anderson, my Jo, John, ye were my first conceit,</div> - <div class="i0">And ye need na’ think it strange, John, tho’ I ca’ ye trim and neat;</div> - <div class="i0">There’s some folks say ye’re old, John, but I ne’er think you so,</div> - <div class="i0">For ye are a’ the same to me, John Anderson, my Jo.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">John Anderson, my Jo, John, when we were first acquent,</div> - <div class="i0">Your locks were like the raven, John, your bonnie brow was brent;</div> - <div class="i0">But now ye’re getting auld, John, your locks are like the <a name="snow"></a>snow;</div> - <div class="i0">Yet blessing on that frosty pow, John Anderson, my Jo.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">John Anderson, my Jo, John, frae year to year we’ve past,</div> - <div class="i0">And soon that year maun come, John, will bring us to our last;</div> - <div class="i0">But let not that affright us, John; our hearts were ne’er our foe;</div> - <div class="i0">Tho’ the days are gane that we have seen, John Anderson, my Jo.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">John Anderson, my Jo, John, we’ve clamb’d the hill thegither,</div> - <div class="i0">And mony a canty day, John, we’ve had wi’ ane anither;</div> - <div class="i0">Now we maun totter down, John, but hand in hand we’ll go,</div> - <div class="i0">And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my Jo.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--040.png--><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 38]</span></p> -<h3>The Grave of Uncle True.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Beside the worn and moss-grown rock,</div> - <div class="i2">The ivy vine doth cling,</div> - <div class="i0">And the blue-bird from the <a name="shadowy"></a>shadowy oak,</div> - <div class="i2">Folds up his trembling wing;</div> - <div class="i0">And there until the vesper hour.</div> - <div class="i2">His song comes sweet and low—</div> - <div class="i0">A requiem to the faithful heart</div> - <div class="i2">That slumbereth below.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1"><span class="sc">Chorus.</span>—Poor Uncle True,</div> - <div class="i5">Poor Uncle True,</div> - <div class="i0">And the lamps of heaven shine brightly down</div> - <div class="i5">On the grave of Uncle True.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">His pilgrimage on earth is done—</div> - <div class="i2">His life of toil is o’er,</div> - <div class="i0">And summer’s gale or winter’s wail,</div> - <div class="i2">Shall meet his ear no more.</div> - <div class="i0">Death’s shadow hides his sleeping form,</div> - <div class="i2">And vails him from our view,</div> - <div class="i0">But the spirit of the past still dwells</div> - <div class="i2">Round the grave of Uncle True.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The chaplet wreathed by Gerty’s hand,</div> - <div class="i2">Of roses white and red,</div> - <div class="i0">Unheeded in their freshness lie</div> - <div class="i2">Above his lowly head;</div> - <div class="i0">And the evening cricket’s chirp is heard,</div> - <div class="i2">When falls the pearly dew,</div> - <div class="i0">And the lamps of heaven shine brightly down,</div> - <div class="i2">On the grave of Uncle True.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--041.png--><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 39]</span></p> -<h3>A Dollar or Two.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">With cautious step, as we tread our way through</div> - <div class="i2">This intricate world as other folks do,—</div> - <div class="i0">May we still on our journey be able to view,</div> - <div class="i2">The benevolent face of a dollar or two.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> -<p class="center smaller">CHORUS.</p> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">For an excellent thing is a dollar or two,</div> - <div class="i2">No friend is so true as a dollar or two;</div> - <div class="i0">Through country and town, as we pass up or down,</div> - <div class="i2">No passport’s so good as a dollar or two.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Would you read yourself out of the bachelor crew</div> - <div class="i2">And the hand of a female divinity sue?</div> - <div class="i0">You must always be ready the handsome to do,</div> - <div class="i2">Although it may cost you a dollar or two.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> -<p class="center smaller">CHORUS.</p> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Love’s arrows are tipped with a dollar or two,</div> - <div class="i2">And affection is gain’d by a dollar or two;</div> - <div class="i0">The best aid you can meet in advancing your suit,</div> - <div class="i2">Is the eloquent chink of a dollar or two.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Would you wish your existence with faith to imbue,</div> - <div class="i2">And enrol in the ranks of the sanctified few?</div> - <div class="i0">To enjoy a good name and a well-cushion’d pew,</div> - <div class="i2">You must freely come down with a dollar or two.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> -<p class="center smaller">CHORUS.</p> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The gospel is preach’d for a dollar or two,</div> - <div class="i2">And salvation is claim’d for a dollar or two;</div> - <div class="i0">You may sin some at times, but the worst of all crimes,</div> - <div class="i2">Is to find yourself short of a dollar or two.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--042.png--><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 40]</span></p> -<h3>Dilla Burn.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I loved a little colored girl,</div> - <div class="i2">She lived in Tennessee,</div> - <div class="i0">She was not much to any one,</div> - <div class="i2">But all the world to me.</div> - <div class="i0">Her master used her very hard,</div> - <div class="i2">But mine, he used me well;</div> - <div class="i0">And how I pitied this poor girl,</div> - <div class="i2">There’s none but me can tell.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> -<p class="center smaller">CHORUS.</p> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i2">I loved her long, I loved her strong,</div> - <div class="i3">She loved me in return;</div> - <div class="i2">But she left one day, and went away,</div> - <div class="i3">My pretty Dilla Burn.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">My heart grew sad, I could not work,</div> - <div class="i2">And master wondered why;</div> - <div class="i0">I told him how she left one day,</div> - <div class="i2">And never said good-bye.</div> - <div class="i0a">’Twas then I learn’d from his dear lip</div> - <div class="i2">That Dilla had been sold;</div> - <div class="i0">And how we severed had to be,</div> - <div class="i2">For a petty sum of gold.</div> - <div class="i4">I loved her long, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But after that, it was not long,</div> - <div class="i2">Poor Dilla’s owner died;</div> - <div class="i0">When master bought her, good and kind</div> - <div class="i2">And gave her as my bride.</div> - <div class="i0">And now we’re happy in our cot,</div> - <div class="i2">And master’s pleased to see</div> - <div class="i0">How two fond hearts, that fondly loved,</div> - <div class="i2">Though black, can happy be.</div> - <div class="i4">I loved her long, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--043.png--><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 41]</span></p> -<h3>A Man’s a Man for a’ That.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Is there for honest poverty,</div> - <div class="i2">That hangs his head, and a’ that?</div> - <div class="i0">The coward slave we pass him by,</div> - <div class="i2">We dare be puir for a’ that.</div> - <div class="i3">For a’ that and a’ that,</div> - <div class="i4">Our toil’s obscure and a’ that,</div> - <div class="i3">The rank is but the guinea’s stamp,</div> - <div class="i4">The man’s the gowd for a’ that,</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">What though on hamely fare we dine,</div> - <div class="i2">Wear hodden gray and a’ that?</div> - <div class="i0">Gie fools their silks and knaves their wine,</div> - <div class="i2">A man’s a man for a’ that.</div> - <div class="i3">For a’ that and a’ that,</div> - <div class="i4">Their tinsel show and a’ that;</div> - <div class="i3">The honest man though e’er sae puir,</div> - <div class="i4">Is king o’ men for a’ that.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Then let us pray that come it may,</div> - <div class="i2">As come it will for a’ that;</div> - <div class="i0">That sense and worth o’er a’ the earth,</div> - <div class="i2">May bear the gree, and a’ that.</div> - <div class="i3">For a’ that and a’ that,</div> - <div class="i4">It’s coming yet, for a’ that;</div> - <div class="i3">That man to man the warld o’er,</div> - <div class="i4">Shall brithers be for a’ that.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--044.png--><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 42]</span></p> -<h3>William of the Ferry.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Near Clyde’s gay stream there lived a maid,</div> - <div class="i2">Whose mind was chaste and pure;</div> - <div class="i0">Content she lived in humble life,</div> - <div class="i2">Beloved by all who knew her;</div> - <div class="i0">Protected ’neath her parents’ roof,</div> - <div class="i2">Her time pass’d on quite merry;</div> - <div class="i0">She loved and was beloved again,</div> - <div class="i2">By William of the Ferry.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">From morning’s dawn till set of sun,</div> - <div class="i2">Would William labor hard;</div> - <div class="i0">And then at evening’s glad return,</div> - <div class="i2">He gain’d a sweet reward.</div> - <div class="i0">With heart so light, unto her cot,</div> - <div class="i2">He tripp’d so light and merry;</div> - <div class="i0">All daily toils were soon forgot</div> - <div class="i2">By William of the Ferry.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">With joy their parents gave consent,</div> - <div class="i2">And fix’d their bridal day:</div> - <div class="i0">Ere it arrived, the press-gang came,</div> - <div class="i2">And forced poor Will away!</div> - <div class="i0">He found resistance was in vain—</div> - <div class="i2">They dragg’d him from his wherry</div> - <div class="i0b">“I ne’er shall see my love again!”</div> - <div class="i2">Cried William of the Ferry.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Loud blew the raging winds around,</div> - <div class="i2">When scarce a league from shore;</div> - <div class="i0">The boat upset—the ruffian crew</div> - <div class="i2">Soon sunk, to rise no more.</div> - <div class="i0">While William, fearless, braved the waves,</div> - <div class="i2">And safely reach’d his wherry:</div> - <div class="i0">Peace was proclaim’d—and Jane’s now blest</div> - <div class="i2">With William of the Ferry.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--045.png--><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 43]</span></p> -<h3>We’ll have a Little Dance, To-Night, Boys.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Oh, listen to this good old tune,</div> - <div class="i2">And then I’ll sing another,</div> - <div class="i0">Oh, Massa’s gone this afternoon,</div> - <div class="i2">To call upon his brother.</div> - <div class="i0">So darkies wait a little while,</div> - <div class="i2">Till he gets out ob sight,</div> - <div class="i0">We’ll drop the shovel and the hoe,</div> - <div class="i2">And have a little dance to-night.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> -<p class="center smaller">CHORUS.</p> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i2">We’ll have a little dance to-night, boys,</div> - <div class="i2">And dance by the light of the moon.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I want the cambric handkerchief,</div> - <div class="i2">I want the beaver hat,</div> - <div class="i0">Oh, hand me down the high-heel’d boots,</div> - <div class="i2">Likewise the silk cravat.</div> - <div class="i0">The darkies all are grinning,</div> - <div class="i2">Their teeth look very white,</div> - <div class="i0a">’Case they’re going over the mountain,</div> - <div class="i2">To have a little dance to-night.</div> - <div class="i4">To have a little dance, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I get up at the break of day,</div> - <div class="i2">To take my morning walk;</div> - <div class="i0">I meets my lovely Julian,</div> - <div class="i2">And this is the way we talk:</div> - <div class="i0b">“I say, you are my only love,</div> - <div class="i2">You are my heart’s delight,</div> - <div class="i0">Won’t you go over the river,</div> - <div class="i2">To have a little dance to night?”</div> - <div class="i4">We’ll have a little dance, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--046.png--><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 44]</span></p> -<h3>Johnny was a Shoemaker.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">My Johnny was a shoemaker,</div> - <div class="i2">And dearly he loved me;</div> - <div class="i0">My Johnny he was a shoemaker,</div> - <div class="i2">But now he’s gone to sea.</div> - <div class="i0">With nasty tar to soil his hands,</div> - <div class="i2">And sail across the briny sea.</div> - <div class="i0">My Johnny was a shoemaker!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">His jacket was a deep sky blue,</div> - <div class="i2">And curly was his hair;</div> - <div class="i0">His jacket was a deep sky blue,</div> - <div class="i2">It was, I do declare.</div> - <div class="i0">To reef the top-sails he has gone,</div> - <div class="i2">To sail across the briny sea.</div> - <div class="i0">My Johnny was a shoemaker!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">A Captain he will be bye and bye,</div> - <div class="i2">With the sword and spy-glass too;</div> - <div class="i0">A Captain he will be bye and bye,</div> - <div class="i2">With a brave and valiant crew.</div> - <div class="i0">And when he gets a vessel of his own,</div> - <div class="i2">He’ll come back and marry me.</div> - <div class="i0">My Johnny was a shoemaker!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And when I am a Captain’s wife,</div> - <div class="i2">I’ll sing the whole day long;</div> - <div class="i0">Yes, when I am a Captain’s wife,</div> - <div class="i2">And this shall be my song:</div> - <div class="i0">May peace and plenty bless our days,</div> - <div class="i2">And the little one on my knee.</div> - <div class="i0">My Johnny was a shoemaker!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--047.png--><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 45]</span></p> -<h3>Camptown Races.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Camptown ladies, sing dis song,—Du da, du da,</div> - <div class="i0">Camptown races track five miles long,—Du da, du da da.</div> - <div class="i0">Go down dar wid my hat caved in,—Du da, du da,</div> - <div class="i0">Come back home wid pocket full ob tin,—Du da, du da da.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> -<p class="center smaller">CHORUS.</p> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i2">Gwine to run all night,</div> - <div class="i3">Gwine to run all day,</div> - <div class="i2">I’ll bet my money on de bob-tail hoss,</div> - <div class="i3">Somebody bet on de bay.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Woolly moon came on de track,—Du da, du da,</div> - <div class="i0">Bob, he fling him ober his back—Du da, du da da.</div> - <div class="i0">Runnin’ along like a shootin’ star,—Du da, du da,</div> - <div class="i0">Runnin’ a race wid de rail-road car,—Du da, du da da.</div> - <div class="i2">Gwine to run all night, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">De bob-tail horse he can’t be beat,—Du da, du da,</div> - <div class="i0">Runnin’ around in a two-mile heat,—Du da, du da da.</div> - <div class="i0">I win my money on de bob-tail nag,—Du da, du da,</div> - <div class="i0">An’ carry it home in de old tow-bag,—Du da, du da da.</div> - <div class="i2">Gwine to run all night, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Dar’s fourteen horses in dis race,—Du da, du da,</div> - <div class="i0">I’m snug in saddle, and got good brace,—Du da, du da da.</div> - <div class="i0">De sorrel horse he’s got a cough,—Du da, du da,</div> - <div class="i0">An’ his rider’s drunk in de ole hay-loft,—Du da, du da da.</div> - <div class="i2">Gwine to run all night, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--048.png--><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 46]</span></p> -<h3>Wake! Dinah, Wake!</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Wake! Dinah, wake! the bright moon is beaming</div> - <div class="i2">O’er the meadow, the corn-field, and the hill;</div> - <div class="i0">And the stars, though no brighter than thy bright eyes,</div> - <div class="i2">Are gleaming o’er the earth, all so calm and still.</div> - <div class="i0">The violet in the glade is sleeping,</div> - <div class="i2">The lily is bending o’er the rill,</div> - <div class="i0">The rose in tears of pearly dew-drops weeping,</div> - <div class="i2">Near the river that flows calmly by the mill.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> -<p class="center smaller">CHORUS.</p> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i2">Wake! Dinah, wake! the bright moon is beaming</div> - <div class="i3a">’O’er the meadow, the corn-field, and the hill;</div> - <div class="i2">And the stars, though no brighter than thy bright eyes,</div> - <div class="i3">Are gleaming o’er the earth all so calm and still.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Wake! Dinah, wake! the gentle breeze is blowing,</div> - <div class="i2">The bird’s notes still hush’d in the grove;</div> - <div class="i0">The ivy around the sturdy oak is growing,</div> - <div class="i2">Clinging fondly as though something still to love</div> - <div class="i0">The shining river views it as onward rolling by,</div> - <div class="i2">And as on golden sands the ripples break,</div> - <div class="i0">In sweet enchanting tones it seems to murmur,</div> - <div class="i2">Wake, now, my dearest Dinah, wake!</div> - <div class="i4"><span class="sc">Chorus.</span>—Wake! Dinah, wake, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Wake! Dinah, wake! and open thy lattice,</div> - <div class="i2">My heart, love, can brook no delay,</div> - <div class="i0">How dearly I love to thy sweet voice to listen,</div> - <div class="i2">More sweet than the lark’s morning lay.</div> - <div class="i0">Then come, dearest, come, for each throb of my heart</div> - <div class="i2">Speaks in language which love can not mistake,</div> - <div class="i0">So true that from thee I can not depart,</div> - <div class="i2">Then wake, now, my dearest Dinah, wake!</div> - <div class="i4"><span class="sc">Chorus.</span>—Wake! Dinah, wake, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--049.png--><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 47]</span></p> -<h3>Umbrella Courtship.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">A belle and a beau would walking go,</div> - <div class="i2">In love they both were pining;</div> - <div class="i0">The wind in gentle gales did blow,</div> - <div class="i2">An April sun was shining.</div> - <div class="i0">Though Simon long had courted Miss,</div> - <div class="i2">He knew he’d acted wrong in</div> - <div class="i0">Not having dared to steal a kiss,</div> - <div class="i2">Which set her quite a longing—Tol ol ol.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">It so occurred as they did walk,</div> - <div class="i2">And viewed each dale so flow’ry,</div> - <div class="i0">As Simon by her side did stalk,</div> - <div class="i2">Declared the sky looked show’ry.</div> - <div class="i0">The rain came to her like a drug,</div> - <div class="i2">When loudly he did bellow,</div> - <div class="i0b">“Look here, my love, we can be snug,</div> - <div class="i2">For I’ve got an umbrella”—Tol ol ol.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Quick flew the shelter over Miss;</div> - <div class="i2">Now Simon was a droll one,</div> - <div class="i0">He thought this was the time to kiss,</div> - <div class="i2">So from her lips he stole one.</div> - <div class="i0">She blushed;—the rain left off, and he</div> - <div class="i2">The umbrella closed for draining;</div> - <div class="i0b">“Oh don’t,” says she, “I plainly see,</div> - <div class="i2">It hasn’t left off raining.”—Tol ol ol.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Now Simon when he smoked the plan,</div> - <div class="i2">The umbrella righted,</div> - <div class="i0">He grew quite bold, talked like a man,</div> - <div class="i2">And she seemed quite delighted.</div> - <div class="i0">Their lips rang chimes full fifty times,</div> - <div class="i2">Like simple lovers training;</div> - <div class="i0">Says she “These are but lover’s crimes;</div> - <div class="i2">I hope it won’t leave off raining.”—Tol ol ol.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Before they reached the door that night,</div> - <div class="i2">He all his love did tell her,</div> - <div class="i0">She said when you a courting come,</div> - <div class="i2">Don’t forget your umbrella.</div> - <div class="i0">They married were, had children dear,</div> - <div class="i2">Eight round-faced little fellows;</div> - <div class="i0">And strange to state the whole of the eight,</div> - <div class="i2">Were marked with umbrellas.—Tol ol ol.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--050.png--><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 48]</span></p> -<h3>The Lily of the West.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I just came down from Louisville, some pleasure for to find,</div> - <div class="i0">A handsome girl from Michigan, so pleasing to my mind;</div> - <div class="i0">Her rosy cheeks and rolling eyes like arrows pierced my breast,</div> - <div class="i0">They call her handsome Mary, the Lily of the West.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I court’d her for many a day, her love I thought to gain,</div> - <div class="i0">Too soon, too soon she slighted me, which caused me grief and pain;</div> - <div class="i0">She robb’d me of my liberty—deprived me of my rest,</div> - <div class="i0">They call her handsome Mary, the Lily of the West.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">One evening as I rambled down by yon shady grove,</div> - <div class="i0">I met a lord of high degree, conversing with my love;</div> - <div class="i0">He sang, he sang so merrily, while I was sore oppress’d,</div> - <div class="i0">He sang for handsome Mary, the Lily of the West.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I rushed upon my rival, a dagger in my hand,</div> - <div class="i0">I tore him from my true love, and boldly made him stand;</div> - <div class="i0">Being mad to desperation, my dagger pierced his breast,</div> - <div class="i0">I was betray’d by Mary, the Lily of the West.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Now my trial has come on, and sentenced soon I’ll be,</div> - <div class="i0">They put me in the criminal box and there convicted me,</div> - <div class="i0">She so deceived the jury, so modestly did dress,</div> - <div class="i0">She far outshone bright Venus—the Lily of the West.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Since then I’ve gain’d my liberty, I’ll rove the country through,</div> - <div class="i0">I’ll travel the city over, to find my loved one true;</div> - <div class="i0">Although she stole my liberty, and deprived me of my rest,</div> - <div class="i0">I love my Mary, the Lily of the West.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--051.png--><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 49]</span></p> -<h3>The Watcher.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The night was dark and fearful,</div> - <div class="i2">The blast swept wailing by,</div> - <div class="i0">A watcher, pale and tearful,</div> - <div class="i2">Look’d forth with anxious eye;</div> - <div class="i0">How wistfully she gazeth,</div> - <div class="i2">No gleam of morn is there;</div> - <div class="i0">Her eyes to heaven she raiseth</div> - <div class="i2">In agony of prayer.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Within that dwelling lonely,</div> - <div class="i2">Where want and darkness reign,</div> - <div class="i0">Her precious child, her only,</div> - <div class="i2">Lay moaning in his pain;</div> - <div class="i0">And death alone can free him,</div> - <div class="i2">She felt that this must be,</div> - <div class="i0">But oh, for morn to see him</div> - <div class="i2">Smile once again on me.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">A hundred lights are glancing</div> - <div class="i2">In yonder mansion fair,</div> - <div class="i0">And merry feet are dancing,</div> - <div class="i2">They heed not morning there;</div> - <div class="i0">Oh, young and joyous creatures,</div> - <div class="i2">One lamp from out your store</div> - <div class="i0">Would give that young boy’s features</div> - <div class="i2">To his mother’s gaze once more.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The morning sun is shining,</div> - <div class="i2">She heedeth not its ray,</div> - <div class="i0">Beside her dead reclining,</div> - <div class="i2">The pale, dead mother lay.</div> - <div class="i0">A smile her lips was wreathing,</div> - <div class="i2">A smile of hope and love,</div> - <div class="i0">As though she still were breathing,</div> - <div class="i2b">“There’s light for us above.”</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--052.png--><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 50]</span></p> -<h3>The Old Arm-Chair.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I love it, I love it! and who shall dare</div> - <div class="i0">To chide me for loving that old arm-chair?</div> - <div class="i0">I’ve treasured it long as a sainted prize,</div> - <div class="i0">I’ve bedew’d it with tears, I’ve embalm’d it with sighs!</div> - <div class="i0a">’Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart;</div> - <div class="i0">Not a tie will break, not a link will start;</div> - <div class="i0">Would you know the spell?—a mother sat there!</div> - <div class="i0">A sacred thing is that old arm-chair.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">In childhood’s hour I linger’d near</div> - <div class="i0">The hallow’d seat with listening ear;</div> - <div class="i0">And gentle words that mother would give</div> - <div class="i0">To fit me to die, and teach me to live.</div> - <div class="i0">She told me that shame would never betide,</div> - <div class="i0">With truth for my creed, and God for my guide;</div> - <div class="i0">She taught me to lisp my earliest prayer,</div> - <div class="i0">As I knelt beside that old arm-chair.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I sat and watch’d her many a day,</div> - <div class="i0">When her eye grew dim, and her locks were gray;</div> - <div class="i0">And I almost worship’d her when she smiled,</div> - <div class="i0">And turn’d from her Bible to bless her child.</div> - <div class="i0">Years roll’d on, but the last one sped—</div> - <div class="i0">My idol was shatter’d, my earth-star fled!</div> - <div class="i0">I learnt how much the heart can bear,</div> - <div class="i0">When I saw her die in the old arm-chair.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0a">’Tis past, ’tis past! but I gaze on it now,</div> - <div class="i0">With quivering breath and throbbing brow;</div> - <div class="i0a">’Twas there she nursed, ’twas there she died,</div> - <div class="i0">And memory flows with lava tide.</div> - <div class="i0">Say it is folly, and deem me weak,</div> - <div class="i0">Whilst scalding drops start down my cheek;</div> - <div class="i0">But I love it, I love it! and can not tear</div> - <div class="i0">My soul from a mother’s old arm-chair.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--053.png--><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 51]</span></p> -<h3>Grave of Bonaparte.</h3> -<p class="center smaller">Copied by permission of <span class="sc">Oliver Ditson & Co.</span> 227 Washington St., -Boston,<br />owners of the copyright.</p> - -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">On a lone barren isle, where the wild roaring billow,</div> - <div class="i2">Assail the stern rock and the loud tempests rave,</div> - <div class="i0">The hero lies still, while the dew drooping willow,</div> - <div class="i2">Like fond weeping mourners lean’d over the grave;</div> - <div class="i0">The lightnings may flash and the loud thunders rattle,</div> - <div class="i2">He heeds not, he hears not, he’s free from all pain,</div> - <div class="i0">He sleeps his last sleep, he has fought his last battle,</div> - <div class="i2">No sound can awake him to glory again,</div> - <div class="i2">No sound can awake him to glory again.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet spirit immortal, the tomb can not bind thee,</div> - <div class="i2">For like thine own eagle that soar’d to the sun,</div> - <div class="i0">Thou springest from bondage, and leavest behind thee</div> - <div class="i2">A name, which before thee no mortal had won.</div> - <div class="i0">Though nations may combat, and war’s thunders rattle,</div> - <div class="i2">No more on the steed wilt thou sweep o’er the plain,</div> - <div class="i0">Thou sleep’st thy last sleep, thou hast fought thy last battle,</div> - <div class="i2">No sound can awake thee to glory again,</div> - <div class="i2">No sound can awake thee to glory again.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Oh, shade of the mighty, where now are the legions,</div> - <div class="i2">That rush’d but to conquer when thou led’st them on?</div> - <div class="i0">Alas! they have perish’d in far hilly regions,</div> - <div class="i2">And all save the fame of their triumph is gone.</div> - <div class="i0">The trumpet may sound, and the loud cannon rattle,</div> - <div class="i2">They heed not, they hear not, they’re free from all pain;</div> - <div class="i0">They sleep their last sleep, they have fought their last battle,</div> - <div class="i2">No sound can awake them to glory again,</div> - <div class="i2">No sound can awake them to glory again.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--054.png--><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 52]</span></p> -<h3>Whoop De Doodle Do.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Simon had a son born, Whoop de doodle do;</div> - <div class="i0">Simon had a son born, Whoop de doodle do.</div> - <div class="i2">Simon had a son born,</div> - <div class="i4">You’d think she was a daughter—</div> - <div class="i2">Yaller Sal de Georgia gal,</div> - <div class="i4">And de big bug in de water.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> -<p class="center"><span class="sc">Chorus.</span></p> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">What’s de matter Susan, what’s de matter, my dear?</div> - <div class="i0">What’s de matter Susan, I’m gwine ’way to leab you.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">India rubber overcoat, Whoop de doodle do;</div> - <div class="i0">India rubber overcoat, Whoop de doodle do.</div> - <div class="i2">India rubber overcoat,</div> - <div class="i4">Taffy candy shoes—</div> - <div class="i2">Nigger on de Telegraph,</div> - <div class="i4">Reading up de news.</div> - <div class="i6">What’s de matter, Susan, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">De ole mare she kick high, Whoop de doodle do;</div> - <div class="i0">De ole mare she kick high, Whoop de doodle do.</div> - <div class="i2">De ole mare she kick high,</div> - <div class="i4">De colt begin to prance—</div> - <div class="i0">De ole sow whistle a jig,</div> - <div class="i4">For de pigs to dance.</div> - <div class="i4">What’s de matter Susan, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Nigger on de wood-pile, Whoop de doodle do;</div> - <div class="i0">Nigger on de wood-pile, Whoop de doodle do;</div> - <div class="i2">Nigger on de wood-pile,</div> - <div class="i2">Can’t count eleben—</div> - <div class="i0">Put him in a fedder bed,</div> - <div class="i2">He think he’s gwine to heaben.</div> - <div class="i4">What’s de matter, Susan, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--055.png--><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 53]</span></p> -<h3>Sourkrout and Sausages.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I marry my frow—some childer I gets</div> - <div class="i2">As fat as little pigs,</div> - <div class="i0">Dey eat me out of my house un home</div> - <div class="i2">Un boterr me mit some rigs.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="sc">Chorus.</span>—Sourkrout un Sausages—</div> - <div class="i4">Schnapps un lager bier,</div> - <div class="i4">I wish I was home mit my frow,</div> - <div class="i4">As any place but here.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">My frow do noting but scold and scratch,</div> - <div class="i2">Un weare my breeches, too;</div> - <div class="i0">When I open my mouth she takes a stick</div> - <div class="i2">Un beats me black and blue.</div> - <div class="i4">Sourkrout un Sausages, etc.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I live mit her as long as I can,</div> - <div class="i2">Den I runs away—</div> - <div class="i0">To list for a soldier un Basastopole,</div> - <div class="i2">To fight for a shilling a day.</div> - <div class="i4">Sourkrout un Sausages, etc.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">De army is bad as tounge of my frow,</div> - <div class="i2">It is as worse by far—</div> - <div class="i0">De Russias stick me if I goes on front</div> - <div class="i2">Un I’m killed if I go to de rear.</div> - <div class="i4">Sourkrout and Sausages, etc.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">All you men has got frows yus’e dake mine advice,</div> - <div class="i2">Un put up mit dere ire,</div> - <div class="i0">To list for a soldier is jumping out</div> - <div class="i2">Of de frying pan into the fire.</div> - <div class="i4">Sourkrout un Sausages, etc.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--056.png--><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 54]</span></p> -<h3>The Musical Wife.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">How I wish that my wife would not practice all day,</div> - <div class="i2">My head it is ready to split,</div> - <div class="i0">It snows, so I can not get out of her way,</div> - <div class="i2">But at home all the morning must sit.</div> - <div class="i0">How little I thought, when I first heard her sing,</div> - <div class="i2">And hung o’er her harp with delight,</div> - <div class="i0">The sorrows a musical partner might bring,</div> - <div class="i2">Who would practice from morning till night.</div> - <div class="i0">Oh! beware ye young men of a musical wife,</div> - <div class="i0">For Eliza’s fine voice is the plague of my life!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0b">“Eliza, my love, I’ve a letter to write</div> - <div class="i2">Pray cease for a moment, my dear,”</div> - <div class="i0b">“Good heavens!” she cries, “you forget that to-night</div> - <div class="i2">Ned Seguin and Frazer’ll be here:</div> - <div class="i0">Anguera has promis’d to bring his Guitar,</div> - <div class="i2">Rametti will play on the Flute,</div> - <div class="i0">So I’m trying a second to ’Young Lochinvar,’</div> - <div class="i2">Which Miss Stone will perform on her Lute!”</div> - <div class="i0">Oh! beware, young men, of a musical wife,</div> - <div class="i0">For Eliza’s fine voice is the plague of my life!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Last week, in the Senate, on Tuesday’s debate,</div> - <div class="i2">We never divided till three,</div> - <div class="i0">When, tir’d and exhausted, I hurried home late,</div> - <div class="i2">How I long’d for a cup of green tea:</div> - <div class="i0">But, alas, neither tea nor repose could I get,</div> - <div class="i2">For Keyser, and Lange, were there,</div> - <div class="i0">And my wife was performing a fav’rite quartette,</div> - <div class="i2">So I went to the Club in despair,</div> - <div class="i0">Oh! beware, young men, of a musical wife,</div> - <div class="i0">For Eliza’s fine voice is the plague of my life!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> -<!--057.png--><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 55]</span> - <div class="i0">An office was vacant—the postmaster gave,</div> - <div class="i2">The place to my brother through me,</div> - <div class="i0">I was out—so the messenger carried his note</div> - <div class="i2">To Eliza—whilst singing a glee.</div> - <div class="i0">But, surrounded, alas! by her musical choir</div> - <div class="i2">My wife could not think of my brother;</div> - <div class="i0">So the luckless appointment was toss’d in the fire,</div> - <div class="i2">And the office—was given to <i>another</i>,</div> - <div class="i0">Oh! beware, young men, of a musical wife,</div> - <div class="i0">For Eliza’s fine voice is the plague of my life!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet they tell me, alas! that I ought, to be blest,</div> - <div class="i2">In a wife with so perfect an ear—</div> - <div class="i0">Deaf husbands!—Oh, knew ye the blessings of rest,</div> - <div class="i2">Ye would ne’er be so anxious to hear!</div> - <div class="i0">I, alas! have discover’d my folly too late—</div> - <div class="i2">Take Warning by me whilst you can—</div> - <div class="i0">When you hear a fine voice—Oh! remember my fate!</div> - <div class="i2">I’m a wretched—unfortunate man!</div> - <div class="i0">Oh! beware, young men, of a musical wife,</div> - <div class="i0">For Eliza’s fine <a name="voice"></a>voice is the plague of my life!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3>Sambo, I have Missed You.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Oh, Sambo, is it you, dear, come down to see me now?</div> - <div class="i0">I heard you in the barn-yard hollering at the cow;</div> - <div class="i0">The pigs were squealing loudly, and the rusters they did crow,</div> - <div class="i0">For they knew that welcome footstep of Dinah’s lovely beau;</div> - <div class="i0">But the rusters stopp’d their crowing, and the pigs couldn’t squeal,</div> - <div class="i0">When at the feet of Dina this bewitching Sam did kneel.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Your voice was like the night owl, sitting on the tree,</div> - <div class="i0">The echoes of that lovely voice were like the bumble bee,</div> - <div class="i0">Making music on my ear, like sticks on a drum;</div> - <div class="i0">Oh, Sambo, I have miss’d you, I thought you’d never come;</div> - <div class="i0">But my heart rejoiced once’t more, when I heard you again,</div> - <div class="i0">Oh, Sambo, I loved you, but I fear it is in vain.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Oh, Dina, I have wrong’d you, I know I have proved unkind,</div> - <div class="i0">But now we’ve come together, love, we’ll just make up our mind;</div> - <div class="i0">I have thought of you in the field, when hoeing up the corn,</div> - <div class="i0">And often I have wish’d, love, that I was never born;</div> - <div class="i0">But the day is pass’d now, love, I know that it is gone,</div> - <div class="i0">To-morrow we will go to church, and there become one.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--058.png--><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 56]</span></p> -<h3>The Tail iv Me Coat.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I larned me reading an’ writing,</div> - <div class="i2">At Ballyragget where I wint to school,</div> - <div class="i0a">’Twas there I first took to fighting,</div> - <div class="i2">With the schoolmaster Misther O’Toole;</div> - <div class="i0">He and I there had many a scrimmage,</div> - <div class="i2">The divil a copy I wrote,</div> - <div class="i0">But not a gossoon in the village,</div> - <div class="i2">Dare thread on the tail iv me coat.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I an illigant hand was at courting,</div> - <div class="i2">For lessons I took in the art,</div> - <div class="i0">Till Cupid, that blaggard, while sporting,</div> - <div class="i2">A big arrow sint smack through me heart;</div> - <div class="i0">Miss O’Connor, I lived straight fornnist her,</div> - <div class="i2">And tindher lines to her I wrote,</div> - <div class="i0">Who dare say a black word against her,</div> - <div class="i2">Why I’d thread on the tail iv his coat.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">A bog-trotter wan, Mickey Mulvany,</div> - <div class="i2">He tried for to coax her away;</div> - <div class="i0">He had money an’ I hadn’t any,</div> - <div class="i2">So a challenge I sint him wan day;</div> - <div class="i0">Next morning we met at Killhealy,</div> - <div class="i2">The Shannon we cross’d in a boat,</div> - <div class="i0">There I lather’d him with me shillely,</div> - <div class="i2">For he trod on the tail iv me coat.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Me fame spread through the nation,</div> - <div class="i2">Folks flock for to gaze upon me,</div> - <div class="i0">All cry out without hesitation,</div> - <div class="i2b">“Och, yer a fightin’ man, Mickey Magee!”</div> - <div class="i0">I fought with the Finegan faction,</div> - <div class="i2">We bate all the Murphies afloat,</div> - <div class="i0">If inclined for a row or a ruction,</div> - <div class="i2">Why, I’d tread on the tail of their coat.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--059.png--><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 57]</span></p> -<h3>The Ivy Green.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Oh! a dainty plant is the ivy green,</div> - <div class="i2">That creepeth o’er the ruins old;</div> - <div class="i0">Of right choice food are his meals I ween,</div> - <div class="i2">In his cell so lonely and cold.</div> - <div class="i0">The wall must be crumbled, the stone decay’d</div> - <div class="i2">To please his dainty whim;</div> - <div class="i0">And the mouldering dust that years have made,</div> - <div class="i2">Is a merry meal for him.</div> - <div class="i4">Creeping where no life is seen,</div> - <div class="i4">A rare old plant is the ivy green.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings,</div> - <div class="i2">And a staunch old head hath he;</div> - <div class="i0">How closely he twineth—how tightly he clings</div> - <div class="i2">To his friend, the huge oak tree!</div> - <div class="i0">And slily he traileth along the ground,</div> - <div class="i2">And his leaves he gently waves,</div> - <div class="i0">As he joyously hugs, and crawleth round</div> - <div class="i2">The rich mould of dead men’s graves.</div> - <div class="i4">Creeping where grim death hath been,</div> - <div class="i4">A rare old plant is the ivy green.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Whole ages have fled, and works decay’d,</div> - <div class="i2">And nations have scatter’d been;</div> - <div class="i0">But the stout old ivy shall never fade</div> - <div class="i2">From its hale and hearty green.</div> - <div class="i0">The brave old plant in its lonely days</div> - <div class="i2">Shall fatten on the past;</div> - <div class="i0">For the stateliest building man can raise,</div> - <div class="i2">Is the ivy’s food at last.</div> - <div class="i4">Creeping where grim death hath been,</div> - <div class="i4">A rare old plant is the ivy green.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--060.png--><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 58]</span></p> -<h3>Kind Relations.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">We all have our share of the ups and the downs,</div> - <div class="i2">Whatever our rank or station;</div> - <div class="i0">And he’s sure to get the most scoffs and frowns,</div> - <div class="i2">Who depends on his kind relations;</div> - <div class="i0">For it’s all very well once or twice to drop in,</div> - <div class="i2">To ask for a trifling favor,</div> - <div class="i0">But on the third time they are sure to begin,</div> - <div class="i2">To construe it to bad behaviour.</div> - <div class="i5">There’s your relations! kind relations!</div> - <div class="i5">There’s your kind relations!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I speak from experience, and you’ll find,</div> - <div class="i2">Though often they invite you,</div> - <div class="i0">When poverty comes close behind,</div> - <div class="i2">How quick then they’ll slight you.</div> - <div class="i0">For it’s—“Clear the way—there’s a knock at the door—</div> - <div class="i2">Say we’re gone out for a ride, John—</div> - <div class="i0">I know who it is—it’s that hungry bore;</div> - <div class="i2">Don’t open the door too wide, John.”</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">My goods were one day seized for rent—</div> - <div class="i2">The broker took his station;</div> - <div class="i0">Pale and trembling, off I went</div> - <div class="i2">To try each kind relation.</div> - <div class="i0">Some hemm’d, some ha’d, and some looked cool,</div> - <div class="i2">With faces of grief and sorrow;</div> - <div class="i0">My twin-brother said he had made it a rule</div> - <div class="i2">Never to lend or borrow.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I thought in my sister to find a friend,</div> - <div class="i2">But soon she undeceived me,</div> - <div class="i0">By saying—“These are not times too lend,</div> - <div class="i2">I would, if I could, relieve thee.”</div> - <div class="i0b">“A trifle, dear sister, would keep me afloat,</div> - <div class="i2">I shall sink if you do not arrange it.”</div> - <div class="i0">She said she’d not less than a twenty-pound note,</div> - <div class="i2">And she couldn’t find time to change it.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> -<p><!--061.png--><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 59]</span></p> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I lost my goods, but found that day—</div> - <div class="i2">(Though ’gainst me they had sinned all)—</div> - <div class="i0">Death summoned a rich old friend away,</div> - <div class="i2">Who left me a tidy windfall.</div> - <div class="i0">And then how they altered from what they’d just said,</div> - <div class="i2">Their cant, it was really provoking,</div> - <div class="i0">To hear them exclaim, as each hung down his head,</div> - <div class="i2b">“Lord! Tom, we were only a joking.”</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Now, who in the world so blest as me,</div> - <div class="i2">With so many kind relations?</div> - <div class="i0">I am asked to dinner, to supper, to tea,</div> - <div class="i2">I’ve a hundred invitations!</div> - <div class="i0">But their crawling presents I daily return,</div> - <div class="i2">Their kindness to me they may scant it,</div> - <div class="i0">For I hate those cold hearts that would poverty scorn,</div> - <div class="i2">And give to those who don’t want it.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3>Och! Paddy, is it Yerself?</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Och, Pat, is it yerself indade, safe agin to home?</div> - <div class="i0">Sure, Bridget told a lie! faith, she said you wouldn’t come,</div> - <div class="i0">I heerd yerself a’ coming, and it made my dander rise,</div> - <div class="i0a">’Dade I knowed yer drunken footstep and yer rummy voice.</div> - <div class="i0a">’Twas sorrow to my ears in the avenin’s awful gloom—</div> - <div class="i0">Och, Paddy, sure, tell me now, where did you get yer rum?</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">We’s afraid yer would come nightly, but this night of all,</div> - <div class="i0">We let the fire go out, ’cause we’s going to the ball,</div> - <div class="i0">The childers wud set up till nine o’clock and past,</div> - <div class="i0">Till they wud say they knowed that their papa was lost,</div> - <div class="i0">An’ they hoped yer wud be sober when yer did get home,</div> - <div class="i0">Och, Patrick, tell me truly, where did you get yer rum?</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The days were glad without you, the nights were spent in revel,</div> - <div class="i0">And now you have come home, Pat, you drunken divil;</div> - <div class="i0">Last night I sung and danced by the moon’s gentle ray,</div> - <div class="i0">Till I thought I heerd yer voice, when I stopped right away;</div> - <div class="i0">But I soon resumed my sport when I found you had not come,</div> - <div class="i0">Och, Pat, yer drunken rowdy, why did yer come home?</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--062.png--><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 60]</span></p> -<h3>The Gambler’s Wife.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Dark is the night! how dark! no light—no fire!</div> - <div class="i0">Cold, on the hearth, the last faint sparks expire;</div> - <div class="i0">Shivering, she watches by the cradle side,</div> - <div class="i0">For him who pledged his love—last year a bride!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Hark! ’tis his footstep!—No: ’tis past—’tis gone!</div> - <div class="i0">Tic! tic!—how wearily the time rolls on.</div> - <div class="i0">Why should he leave me thus? he once was kind,</div> - <div class="i0">And I believed ’twould last,—oh, how mad, how blind!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Rest thee, my babe, rest on,—’tis hunger’s cry!</div> - <div class="i0">Sleep: for there is no food: the fount is dry!</div> - <div class="i0">Famine and cold their wearing work have done;</div> - <div class="i0">My heart must break—and thou, my child!—Hush! the clock strikes one!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Hush! ’tis the dice-box—yes! he’s there—he’s there!</div> - <div class="i0">For this he leaves me to despair;</div> - <div class="i0">Leaves love—leaves truth—his wife—his child—for what?</div> - <div class="i0">The gambler’s fancied bliss—the gambler’s horrid lot!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yet I’ll not curse him,—no: ’tis all in vain;</div> - <div class="i0a">’Tis long to wait, but sure he’ll come again;</div> - <div class="i0">And I could starve and bless him, but my child, for you,—</div> - <div class="i0">Oh, fiend! oh, fiend!—Hush! the clock strikes two!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Hark, how the sign-board creaks,—the blast howls by;</div> - <div class="i0">Moan, moan, ye winds, through the cloudy sky.</div> - <div class="i0">Ha! ’tis his knock! he comes, he comes once more;</div> - <div class="i0">No, ’tis but the lattice-flaps—my hope, my hope is o’er!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Can he desert us thus? he knows I stay</div> - <div class="i0">Night after night, in loneliness to pray,</div> - <div class="i0">For his return, and yet he sees no tear;</div> - <div class="i0">No, no, it can not be, oh! he will be here;</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Nestle more closely, dear one, to my heart;</div> - <div class="i0">Thou art cold—thou art freezing!—but we will not part!</div> - <div class="i0">Husband! I die!—Father! it is not he,</div> - <div class="i0">Oh, God, protect my child!—Hush! the clock strikes three!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">They’re gone,—the glimmering spark hath fled!</div> - <div class="i0">The wife and child are number’d with the dead;</div> - <div class="i0">On the cold earth, outstretch’d in solemn rest,</div> - <div class="i0">The babe lies frozen on its mother’s breast;</div> - <div class="i0">The gambler comes at last, but all is o’er,—</div> - <div class="i0">Dread silence reigns around,—the clock strikes four!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--063.png--><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 61]</span></p> -<h3>The Poor Little Fisherman’s Girl.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">It was down in the country a poor girl was weeping,</div> - <div class="i2">It was down in the country poor Mary Ann did mourn;</div> - <div class="i0">She belonged to this nation—I have lost each dear relation,</div> - <div class="i2">Cried a poor little fisherman’s girl, my friends are dead and gone.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Oh, who has a soft heart to give me some shelter,</div> - <div class="i2">For the winds do blow, and dreadful is the storm?</div> - <div class="i0">I have no father nor mother, but I’ve a tender brother,</div> - <div class="i2">Cried a poor little fisherman’s girl, my friends are dead and gone.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Oh, once I had enjoyment, my friends they reared me tender,</div> - <div class="i2">I passed with my brother each happy night and morn;</div> - <div class="i0">But death has made a slaughter, poor father’s in the water,</div> - <div class="i2">Cried a poor little fisherman’s girl, my friends are dead and gone.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">So fast falls the snow, and I can’t find a shelter,</div> - <div class="i2">So fast falls the snow, I must hasten to the thorn,</div> - <div class="i0">For my covering the bushes, my bed is in green rushes,</div> - <div class="i2">Cried a poor little fisherman’s girl, my friends are dead and gone.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">It happened as she passed by a very noble cottage,</div> - <div class="i2">A gentleman he heard her, his breast for her did burn,</div> - <div class="i0">Crying, Come in my lovely creature, he view’d each drooping feature,</div> - <div class="i2">You’re a poor little fisherman’s girl, whose friends are dead and gone.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">He took her to the fire, and when he’d warmed and fed her,</div> - <div class="i2">The tears began to fall; he fell on her breast forlorn,</div> - <div class="i0">Crying, Live with me forever, we part again—no never,</div> - <div class="i2">You are my dearest sister—our friends are dead and gone.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">So now she’s got a home, she’s living with her brother,</div> - <div class="i2">Now she’s got a home, and the needy ne’er does scorn,</div> - <div class="i0">For God was her protector, likewise a kind conductor,</div> - <div class="i2">Of the poor little fisherman’s girl, when her friends are dead and gone.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--064.png--><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 62]</span></p> -<h3>The Ocean Burial.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0b">“Oh, bury me not in the deep, deep sea,”</div> - <div class="i0">The words came low and mournfully,</div> - <div class="i0">From the pallid lips of a youth who lay</div> - <div class="i0">On his cabin couch at the close of day;</div> - <div class="i0">He had wasted and pined till o’er his brow</div> - <div class="i0">Death’s shade had slowly pass’d, and now</div> - <div class="i0">Where the land and his fond loved home were nigh,</div> - <div class="i0">They had gather’d around him to see him die.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0b">“Oh, bury me not in the deep, deep sea,</div> - <div class="i0">Where the billowing shroud will swell o’er me;</div> - <div class="i0">Where no light will break through the dark cold wave,</div> - <div class="i0">And no sunbeam rest upon my grave;</div> - <div class="i0">It matters not, I have often been told</div> - <div class="i0">Where the body shall lie when the heart is cold,</div> - <div class="i0">Yet grant, oh, grant this boon to me,</div> - <div class="i0">Oh, bury me not in the deep, deep sea.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0b">“For in fancy I’ve listen’d to the well-known words,</div> - <div class="i0">The free wild winds and the songs of the birds;</div> - <div class="i0">I have thought of home, of cot, and of bower,</div> - <div class="i0">And of scenes that I loved in childhood’s hour,</div> - <div class="i0">I had even hoped to be laid, when I died,</div> - <div class="i0">In the churchyard there on the green hill-side,</div> - <div class="i0">By the homes of my father my grave should be,—</div> - <div class="i0">Oh, bury me not in the deep, deep sea.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0b">“Let my death slumbers be where a mother’s prayer,</div> - <div class="i0">And a sister’s tear shall be mingled there;</div> - <div class="i0">It will be sweet ere the heart’s gentle throb is o’er,</div> - <div class="i0">To know when its fountain shall gush no more,</div> - <div class="i0">That those it so fondly hath yearn’d for will come</div> - <div class="i0">To plant the first wild flower of spring on my tomb;</div> - <div class="i0">Let me lie where those loved ones will weep over me,—</div> - <div class="i0">Oh, bury me not in the deep, deep sea.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0b">“And there is another whose tears would be shed</div> - <div class="i0">For him who lay far in an ocean bed;</div> - <div class="i0">In hours that it pains me to think of now,</div> - <div class="i0">She hath twined those locks and hath kiss’d this brow.</div> -<!--065.png--><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 63]</span> - <div class="i0">In the hair she hath wreathed shall the sea serpent hiss,</div> - <div class="i0">And the brow she hath press’d shall the cold wave kiss!</div> - <div class="i0">For the sake of that bright one, that waiteth for me,</div> - <div class="i0">Oh, bury me not in the deep, deep sea.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0b">“She hath been in my dreams”—His voice failed there,</div> - <div class="i0">They gave no heed to his dying prayer;</div> - <div class="i0">They have lower’d him low o’er the vessel side,</div> - <div class="i0">Above him has closed the dark cold tide.</div> - <div class="i0">Where to dip the light wings the sea-bird rests,</div> - <div class="i0">And the blue waves dance o’er the ocean crest,</div> - <div class="i0">Where the billows bound and the winds sport free,</div> - <div class="i0">They have buried him there in the deep, deep sea.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3>The Minute Gun at Sea.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Let him who sighs in sadness hear,</div> - <div class="i0">Rejoice to know a friend is near!</div> - <div class="i0">What heavenly sounds are those I hear?</div> - <div class="i0">What being comes the gloom to cheer?</div> - <div class="i0">When in the storm on Columbia’s coast,</div> - <div class="i0">The night-watch guards his weary post,</div> - <div class="i2">From thoughts of danger free!</div> - <div class="i0">To mark some vessel’s dusky form,</div> - <div class="i0">And hears amid the howling storm,</div> - <div class="i2">The minute gun at sea!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Swift on the shore a hardy few,</div> - <div class="i0">The life-boat man with a gallant crew,</div> - <div class="i2">And dare the dangerous wave!</div> - <div class="i0">Through the wild surf they cleave their way,</div> - <div class="i0">Lost in the foam, nor know dismay,</div> - <div class="i2">For they go the crew to save.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">But oh! what rapture fills each breast,</div> - <div class="i0">Of the hapless crew of the ship distress’d,</div> - <div class="i0">When landed safe what joys to tell,</div> - <div class="i0">Of all the dangers that befell;</div> - <div class="i0">Then is heard no more</div> - <div class="i0">By the watch on the shore,</div> - <div class="i2">The minute gun at sea.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--066.png--><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 64]</span></p> -<h3>The Irish Emigrant’s Lament.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I’m sitting on the style, Mary,</div> - <div class="i2">Where we sat side by side,</div> - <div class="i0">On a bright May morning long ago,</div> - <div class="i2">When first you were my bride.</div> - <div class="i0">The corn was springing fresh and green,</div> - <div class="i2">And the lark sang loud and high,</div> - <div class="i0">And the red was on thy lip, Mary,</div> - <div class="i2">And the love-light in thine eye.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The place is little changed, Mary,</div> - <div class="i2">The day is bright as then;</div> - <div class="i0">The lark’s loud song is in my ear,</div> - <div class="i2">And the corn is green again!</div> - <div class="i0">But I miss the soft clasp of your hand,</div> - <div class="i2">And your warm breath on my cheek,</div> - <div class="i0">And I still keep listening for the words</div> - <div class="i2">You never more may speak.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0a">’Tis but a step down yonder lane,</div> - <div class="i2">And the little church stands near,</div> - <div class="i0">The church where we were wed, Mary;</div> - <div class="i2">I see the spire from here.</div> - <div class="i0">But the graveyard lies between, Mary,</div> - <div class="i2">And my step might break your rest;</div> - <div class="i0">For I’ve laid you, darling, down to sleep,</div> - <div class="i2">With your baby on your breast.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I’m very lonely now, Mary,</div> - <div class="i2">For the poor make no new friends;</div> - <div class="i0">But O, they love them better far,</div> - <div class="i2">The few our Father sends!</div> - <div class="i0">And you were all I had, Mary,</div> - <div class="i2">My blessing and my pride;</div> - <div class="i0">There’s nothing left to care for now,</div> - <div class="i2">Since my poor Mary died.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> -<p><!--067.png--><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 65]</span></p> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Yours was the brave, good heart, Mary,</div> - <div class="i2">That still kept hoping on,</div> - <div class="i0">When the trust in God had left my soul,</div> - <div class="i2">And my arm’s young strength had gone:</div> - <div class="i0">There was comfort ever on your lip,</div> - <div class="i2">And the kind look on your brow:</div> - <div class="i0">I bless you for that same, Mary,</div> - <div class="i2">Though you can’t hear me now.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I thank you for that smile, Mary,</div> - <div class="i2">When your heart was fit to break;</div> - <div class="i0">When the hunger pain was gnawing there,</div> - <div class="i2">And you hid it, for my sake;</div> - <div class="i0">I bless you for the pleasant word,</div> - <div class="i2">When your heart was sad and sore;</div> - <div class="i0">O, I’m thankful you are gone, Mary,</div> - <div class="i2">Where grief can’t reach you more.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I’m bidding you a long farewell,</div> - <div class="i2">My Mary, kind and true,</div> - <div class="i0">But I’ll not forget you, darling,</div> - <div class="i2">In the land I’m going to;</div> - <div class="i0">They say there’s bread and work for all,</div> - <div class="i2">And the sun shines always there,</div> - <div class="i0">But I’ll not forget old Ireland,</div> - <div class="i2">Were it fifty times as fair.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And often in those grand old woods,</div> - <div class="i2">I’ll sit and shut my eyes,</div> - <div class="i0">And my heart will travel back again</div> - <div class="i2">To the place where Mary lies.</div> - <div class="i0">And I’ll think I see the little stile,</div> - <div class="i2">Where we sat side by side,</div> - <div class="i0">And the springing corn, and the bright May morn,</div> - <div class="i2">When first you were my bride.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--068.png--><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 66]</span></p> -<h3>In the Days when I was Hard Up.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">In the days when I was hard up, not many years ago,</div> - <div class="i0">I suffered that which only can the sons of misery know;</div> - <div class="i0">Relations, friends, companions, they all turned up their nose,</div> - <div class="i0">And they rated me a vagabond for want of better clothes.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">In the days when I was hard up, for want of food and fire,</div> - <div class="i0">I used to tie my shoes up with little bits of wire;</div> - <div class="i0">When hungry, cold, cast on a rock, and could not get a meal,</div> - <div class="i0">How oft I’ve beat the devil down for tempting me to steal.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">In the days when I was hard up, for furniture and drugs,</div> - <div class="i0">Many a summer’s night I’ve held communion with the bugs;</div> - <div class="i0">I never faced them with a pike, or smashed them on the wall,</div> - <div class="i0">I said the world was wide enough, there’s room enough for all.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">In the days when I was hard up, I used to lock my door,</div> - <div class="i0">For fear the landlady should say you can’t lodge here no more.</div> - <div class="i0">From my own back drawing-room, about ten feet by six,</div> - <div class="i0">In the work-house wall just opposite, I’ve counted all the bricks.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">In the days when I was hard up, I bowed my spirits down,</div> - <div class="i0">And often have I sought a friend to borrow half-a-crown;</div> - <div class="i0">How many are there in this world whose evils I can scan,</div> - <div class="i0">The shabby suit of toggery, but can not see the man.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">In the days when I was hard up, I found a blissful hope,</div> - <div class="i0">It’s all a poor man’s heritage to keep him from the rope;</div> - <div class="i0">Now I’ve found a good old maxim, and this shall be my plan,</div> - <div class="i0">Altho’ I wear a ragged coat, I’ll wear it like a man.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--069.png--><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 67]</span></p> -<h3>Nothing Else to Do.</h3> -<p class="center smaller">Copied by permission of <span class="sc">Russell & Tolman</span>, 192 Washington St., -Boston,<br />owners of the copyright.</p> - -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The summer is ended, the harvest is gone,</div> - <div class="i0">I’ve mowed all my meadows, I’ve housed all my corn;</div> - <div class="i0">And sweet Katie’s cottage stood fair to my view,</div> - <div class="i0">And so I went a courting, I’d nothing else to do.</div> - <div class="i6">Nothing else to do,</div> - <div class="i6">Nothing else to do,</div> - <div class="i6">And so I went a courting,</div> - <div class="i6">For I’d nothing else to do.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">I met my sweet Katie, and down we did sit,</div> - <div class="i0">And there we commenced a murmuring chat,</div> - <div class="i0">I told her I loved her, to try if she loved too,</div> - <div class="i0">I kiss’d her sweet lips, for I’d nothing else to do.</div> - <div class="i6">Nothing else to do, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Oh, down to yonder village we straight took our way,</div> - <div class="i0">We met Father Hagan so honest and gay;</div> - <div class="i0">I gave him his fees to make one of us two,</div> - <div class="i0">And so we got married, we’d nothing else to do.</div> - <div class="i6">Nothing else to do, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">And now I’m married, and live in content,</div> - <div class="i0">And those I left behind me, I leave to lament;</div> - <div class="i0">I love my parents and friends, that is true,</div> - <div class="i0">And somebody else, when I’ve nothing else to do.</div> - <div class="i6">Nothing else to do, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0a">’Tis well to remember and bear in mind,</div> - <div class="i0">A constant companion is hard for to find;</div> - <div class="i0">And when you find one that is constant and true,</div> - <div class="i0">Cherish her even if you’ve something else to do.</div> - <div class="i6">Nothing else to do, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--070.png--><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 68]</span></p> -<h3>The Lass that Loves a Sailor.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">The moon on the ocean was dimmed by a ripple,</div> - <div class="i2">Affording a checkered light.</div> - <div class="i0">The gay jolly tars passed the word for a tipple,</div> - <div class="i2">And the toast,—for ’twas Saturday night.</div> - <div class="i4">Some sweetheart or wife</div> - <div class="i4">He loved as his life,</div> - <div class="i0">Each drank, and he wished he could hail her;</div> - <div class="i4">But the standing toast,</div> - <div class="i4">That pleased the most,</div> - <div class="i4">Was the wind that blows,</div> - <div class="i4">The ship that goes,</div> - <div class="i0">And the lass that loves a sailor.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Some drank his country, and some her brave ships,</div> - <div class="i2">And some the Constitution;</div> - <div class="i0">Some, may the French, and all such rips,</div> - <div class="i2">Yield to American resolution.</div> - <div class="i4">That fate might bless,</div> - <div class="i4">Some Poll or Bess,</div> - <div class="i0">And that they soon might hail her.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Some drank the navy, and some our land,</div> - <div class="i2">This glorious land of freedom:</div> - <div class="i0">Some that our tars may never want,</div> - <div class="i2">Heroes brave to lead them;</div> - <div class="i0">That she who’s in distress may find</div> - <div class="i2">Such friends that ne’er will fail her.</div> - <div class="i6">But the standing toast, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--071.png--><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 69]</span></p> -<h3>The Rat-catcher’s Daughter.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Not long ago in Vestminster there lived a rat-catcher’s daughter,</div> - <div class="i0">And yet she didn’t live in Vestminster, ’cause she loved ’tother side of the water,</div> - <div class="i0">Her father caught rats—and she sold sprats all about and around that quarter,</div> - <div class="i0">And the gentle folks all took off their hats to the putty little Rat-catcher’s daughter.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i1"><span class="smaller">CHORUS</span>.—Doodle dee,</div> - <div class="i6">Doodle dum,</div> - <div class="i6">Di dum doodle da.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Now, rich and poor, both far and near, in matrimony sought her:</div> - <div class="i0">But at friends and foes turn’d up her nose, did the putty little Rat-catcher’s daughter.</div> - <div class="i0">For there was a man, sold lily vite sand, in Cupid’s net had caught her,</div> - <div class="i0">And right over head and ears in love vent the putty little Rat-catcher’s daughter.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Now lily vite sand ran in her ’ead, as she went along Strand, oh,</div> - <div class="i0">She forgot as she’d got sprats on her ’ead and cried, D’ye you want any lily vite sand, oh?</div> - <div class="i0">The folks amaz’d all thought her craz’d, as she went along the Strand, oh,</div> - <div class="i0">To see a gal with sprats on her ’ead, cry, D’ye vant any lily vhite sand, oh?</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Now Rat-catcher’s daughter so ran in his ’ead, he couldn’t tell vat he vas arter,</div> - <div class="i0">So, instead of crying, D’ye vant any sand? he cried, D’ye vant any Rat-catcher’s, daughter?</div> - <div class="i0">His donkey cock’d his ears and laughed, and couldn’t think vat he vas arter,</div> - <div class="i0">Ven he heard his lady vite sandman cry, D’ye vant any Rat-catcher’s daughter?</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">They both agreed to married be upon next Easter Sunday,</div> - <div class="i0">But Rat-catcher’s daughter, she had a dream that she wouldn’t be alive on Monday.</div> - <div class="i0">She vent vonce more to buy some sprats, and she tumbled into the water,</div> - <div class="i0">And down to the bottom, all kiver’d with mud, vent the putty little Rat-catcher’s daughter.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Ven Lilly vite sand ’e ’eard the news, his eyes ran down with vater,</div> - <div class="i0">Said ’e, In love I’ll constant prove, and—blow me if I’ll live long arter.</div> - <div class="i0">So he cut ’is throat with a pane of glass, and stabb’d ’is donkey arter</div> - <div class="i0">So ’ere is an end of lily vite sand, donkey, and the Rat-catcher’s daughter.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--072.png--><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 70]</span></p> -<h3>Some Love to Drink.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Some love to drink from the foamy brink,</div> - <div class="i2">Where the wine-drop’s dance they see,</div> - <div class="i0">But the water bright, in its silver light,</div> - <div class="i2">And a crystal cup for me.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0"><span class="sc">Chorus.</span>—Oh, water! bright water!</div> - <div class="i5">Pure, precious, free!</div> - <div class="i4">Yes, ’tis water bright in its silver light,</div> - <div class="i5">And a crystal cup for me.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Oh, a goodly thing is the cooling spring,</div> - <div class="i2a">’Mong the rocks where the moss doth grow,</div> - <div class="i0">There’s health in the tide and there’s music beside,</div> - <div class="i2">In the brooklet’s bounding flow.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i4">Oh, water, bright water, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">As pure as heaven is the water given,</div> - <div class="i2a">’Tis forever fresh and new;</div> - <div class="i0">Distilled in the sky, it comes from on high,</div> - <div class="i2">In the shower and the gentle dew.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i4">Oh, water, bright water, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Let them say ’tis weak, yet its strength I’ll seek,</div> - <div class="i2">For the worn rock owns its sway;</div> - <div class="i0">And we’re borne swift along by its wing so strong,</div> - <div class="i2">When it riseth to fly away.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i4">Oh, water, bright water, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">There is strength in the glee of the mighty sea,</div> - <div class="i2">When the loud stormy wind doth blow;</div> - <div class="i0">And a fearful sight is the cataract’s might,</div> - <div class="i2">As it leaps to the depths below.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i4">Oh, water, bright water, &c.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--073.png--><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 71]</span></p> -<h3>Simon the Cellarer.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Old Simon, the Cellarer, keeps a rare store</div> - <div class="i2">Of Malmsey and Malvoisie</div> - <div class="i0">And Cyprus, and who can say how many more!</div> - <div class="i2">For a chary old soul is he,</div> - <div class="i2">A chary old soul is he.</div> - <div class="i0">Of Sack and Canary he never doth fail,</div> - <div class="i0">And all the year round there is brewing of ale;</div> - <div class="i0">Yet he never aileth, he quaintly doth say,</div> - <div class="i0">While he keeps to his sober six flagons a day;</div> - <div class="i0">But ho! ho! ho! his nose doth show</div> - <div class="i0">How oft the black Jack to his lips doth go.</div> - <div class="i0">But ho! ho! ho! his nose doth show</div> - <div class="i0">How oft the black Jack to his lips doth go.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Dame Margery sits in her own still room,</div> - <div class="i2">A matron sage is she;</div> - <div class="i0">From thence oft at Curfew is wafted a fume</div> - <div class="i2">She says it is “Rosemarie:”</div> - <div class="i2">She says it is “Rosemarie:”</div> - <div class="i0">But there’s a small cupboard behind the back stair,</div> - <div class="i0">And the maids say they often see Margery there.</div> - <div class="i0">Now Margery says that she grows very old,</div> - <div class="i0b">“And must take a something to keep out the cold!”</div> - <div class="i0">But ho! ho! ho! old Simon doth know,</div> - <div class="i0">Where many a flask of his best doth go.</div> - <div class="i0">But ho! ho! ho! old Simon doth know,</div> - <div class="i0">Where many a flask of his best doth go.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Old Simon reclines in his high-back’d chair,</div> - <div class="i2">And oft talks about taking a wife;</div> - <div class="i0">And Margery is often heard to declare:</div> - <div class="i2b">“She ought to be settled in life!”</div> - <div class="i2b">“She ought to be settled in life!”</div> - <div class="i0">But Margery has (so the maids say) a tongue,</div> - <div class="i0">And she’s not very handsome, and not very young;</div> - <div class="i0">So somehow it ends with a shake of the head,</div> - <div class="i0">And Simon he brews him a tankard instead;</div> - <div class="i0">While ho! ho! ho! he will chuckle and crow,</div> - <div class="i0">What! marry old Margery? no! no! no!</div> - <div class="i0">While ho! ho! ho! he will chuckle and crow,</div> - <div class="i0">What! marry old Margery? no! no! no!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><!--074.png--><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72"></a><span class="pagenum">[Pg 72]</span></p> -<h3>Washington, Star of the West.</h3> -<div class="poem-container no-break"> - <div class="poem"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">There’s a Star in the West that will never go down,</div> - <div class="i2">Till the records of valor decay;</div> - <div class="i0">We must worship its light, for it is our own,</div> - <div class="i2">And liberty bursts in its ray.</div> - <div class="i0">Shall the name of Washington ever be heard</div> - <div class="i2">By a freeman, and thrill not his breast?</div> - <div class="i0">Is there one out of bondage that hails not the name</div> - <div class="i2">Of Washington, Star of the West?</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">War! war to the knife—be enthrall’d or ye die!</div> - <div class="i2">Was the echo that waked up the land;</div> - <div class="i0">But it was not this frenzy that promoted the cry,</div> - <div class="i2">Nor rashness that kindled the brand.</div> - <div class="i0">He threw back the fetters, he headed the strife,</div> - <div class="i2">Till man’s charter was firmly restored;</div> - <div class="i0">Then he pray’d for the moment when liberty and life</div> - <div class="i2">Would no longer be pressed by the sword.</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="i0">Oh! his laurels were pure, and his patriotic name</div> - <div class="i2">In the pages of the future shall dwell,</div> - <div class="i0">And be seen in all annals, the foremost in fame,</div> - <div class="i2">By the side of a Hoffer and Tell.</div> - <div class="i0">Then cherish his memory, the brave and the good,</div> - <div class="i2">At Mount Vernon the hero now rests;</div> - <div class="i0">Peace, peace to his ashes, our father is dead!</div> - <div class="i2">Great Washington, Star of the West!</div> - </div><!--end stanza--> - </div></div><!--end poem and poem container--> -</div><!--end of chapter--> -<!--075.png--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3 class="p2">CONTENTS</h3> -<p class="center muchsmaller">OF</p> -<p class="center muchlarger">Beadle’s Dime Military Song Book</p> -<p class="center">AND SONGS FOR THE WAR.</p> -<ul> - <li>A Dragoon Song,</li> - <li>A Good Time Coming,</li> - <li>A Hero of the Revolution,</li> - <li>A National Song,</li> - <li>A Soldier Lad my Love Shall be,</li> - <li>A Steed, a Steed of Matchless Speed,</li> - <li>All do Allow it, March where we may,</li> - <li>America,</li> - <li>Annie Laurie,</li> - <li>Auld Lang Syne,</li> - <li>Battle Hymn, Columns, Steady!</li> - <li>Bruce’s Address,</li> - <li>Burial of Sir John Moore,</li> - <li>Charge of the Light Brigade,</li> - <li>Hail Columbia,</li> - <li>Hail to the Chief,</li> - <li>Happy are we to-night, Boys,</li> - <li>Hohenlinden,</li> - <li>Hymn,</li> - <li>I’m Leaving Thee in Sorrow, Annie,</li> - <li>It is Great for Our Country to Die,</li> - <li>It is not on the Battle-field,</li> - <li>Light Sounds the Harp,</li> - <li>Mad Anthony Wayne,</li> - <li>Martial Elegy,</li> - <li>Merrily every Bosom Boundeth,</li> - <li>My Soldier Lad,</li> - <li>National Song,</li> - <li>Our Flag,</li> - <li>Peace be to those who Bleed,</li> - <li>Prelude—The American Flag,</li> - <li>Red, White and Blue,</li> - <li>Soldier’s Dirge,</li> - <li>Song,</li> - <li>Song for Invasion,</li> - <li>Song for the Fourth of July,</li> - <li>Star-Spangled Banner,</li> - <li>The American Boy,</li> - <li>The American Volunteer,</li> - <li>The Army and the Navy,</li> - <li>The Battle of Lexington,</li> - <li>The Dead at Buena Vista,</li> - <li>The Death of Napoleon,</li> - <li>The Dying Soldier to his Sword,</li> - <li>The Fallen Brave,</li> - <li>The Flag of our Union,</li> - <li>The Land of Washington,</li> - <li>The Marseilles Hymn,</li> - <li>The Mothers of our Forest Land,</li> - <li>The Myrtle and Steel,</li> - <li>The Origin of Yankee Doodle,</li> - <li>The Rataplan,</li> - <li>The Revolutionary Battle of Eutaw,</li> - <li>The Soldier’s Adieu,</li> - <li>The Soldier’s Dream,</li> - <li>The Soldier’s Farewell,</li> - <li>The Soldier’s Return,</li> - <li>The Soldier’s Wife,</li> - <li>The Sword Chant,</li> - <li>The Sword and the Staff,</li> - <li>The Sword of Bunker Hill,</li> - <li>The Triumph of Italian Freedom,</li> - <li>The Wounded Hussar,</li> - <li>Through Foemen Surrounding,</li> - <li>To the Memory of the Americans who bled at Eutaw Springs,</li> - <li>Uncle Sam’s Farm,</li> - <li>Unfurl the Glorious Banner,</li> - <li>Up! March Away,</li> - <li>War Song,</li> - <li>Warren’s Address,</li> - <li>Yankee Doodle.</li> - </ul> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<!--076.png--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3 class="p2">CONTENTS</h3> -<p class="center muchsmaller">OF</p> -<p class="center muchlarger">Beadle’s Dime Union Song Book</p> -<p class="center"><abbr title="Number">No.</abbr> 1.</p> - -<ul> - <li>A “Big Thing” Coming,</li> - <li>A Doleful Ballad,</li> - <li>All Hail to the Stars and Stripes,</li> - <li>America,</li> - <li>An Ode to Washington,</li> - <li>An Old Story with a New Moral,</li> - <li>Anthem,</li> - <li>Army Hymn,</li> - <li>A Yankee Ship and a Yankee Crew,</li> - <li>Banner Song,</li> - <li>Cairo,</li> - <li>Columbia Forever,</li> - <li>Columbia Rules the Sea,</li> - <li>Dixie’s Farms,</li> - <li>Dixie for the Union,</li> - <li>Eighty-five Years Ago,</li> - <li>Enfield Gun,</li> - <li>Freedom’s Light,</li> - <li>God Save our Native Land,</li> - <li>God Save the Union,</li> - <li>God Save the Volunteers,</li> - <li>Hail Columbia,</li> - <li>Heaven for the Right,</li> - <li>Her Own Brave Volunteer,</li> - <li>Hunting Song of the Chivalry,</li> - <li>Hurra for the Union,</li> - <li>Let Cowards Shrink,</li> - <li>Long Live the Great and Free,</li> - <li>March Away, Volunteers,</li> - <li>Marching,</li> - <li>March of the Loyal States,</li> - <li>My own Native Land,</li> - <li>On, Brothers, on,</li> - <li>One I left There,</li> - <li>Our Banner Chorus,</li> - <li>Our Country,</li> - <li>Our Country, Right or Wrong,</li> - <li>Our Flag,</li> - <li>Our Good Ship Sails To-night,</li> - <li>Our Union, Right or Wrong,</li> - <li>Our Whole Country,</li> - <li>Red, White and Blue,</li> - <li>Soldier’s Tent Song,</li> - <li>Song for Battle,</li> - <li>Stand by the Union,</li> - <li>Star-Spangled Banner,</li> - <li>Step to the Front,</li> - <li>The Banner of the Nation,</li> - <li>The Bold Zouaves,</li> - <li>The Dead of the Battle-field,</li> - <li>The Flag of our Union,</li> - <li>The Irish Brigade,</li> - <li>The Michigan “Dixie,”</li> - <li>The Northern Boys,</li> - <li>The Northmen’s Marseilles,</li> - <li>The Old Union Wagon,</li> - <li>The Original Yankee Doodle,</li> - <li>The Patriot Flag,</li> - <li>The Rock of Liberty,</li> - <li>The Southrons are Coming,</li> - <li>The Stripes and Stars,</li> - <li>The Sword of Bunker Hill,</li> - <li>The Union—It must be Preserved,</li> - <li>The Union, Young and Strong,</li> - <li>The Yankee Boy,</li> - <li>The Zouave Boys,</li> - <li>The Zouave’s Song,</li> - <li>To the Seventy-ninth, Highlanders,</li> - <li>Traitor, Beware our Flag,</li> - <li>Unfurl the Glorious Banner,</li> - <li>Viva l’America,</li> - <li>Yankees are Coming.</li> -</ul> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<!--077.png--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3 class="p2">CONTENTS</h3> -<p class="center muchsmaller">OF</p> -<p class="center muchlarger">Beadle’s Dime Union Song Book</p> -<p class="center"><abbr title="Number">No.</abbr> 2.</p> - -<ul> - <li>A Life in the Soldier’s Camp,</li> - <li>A Mother’s Hymn in Time of War,</li> - <li>A Soldier’s Dream of Home,</li> - <li>A Yankee Volunteer,</li> - <li>Away to the Fray,</li> - <li>Battle Invocation,</li> - <li>Beautiful Union,</li> - <li>Begone, Secesh,</li> - <li>Blue Jackets, Fall in,</li> - <li>Draw the Sword, Northland,</li> - <li>Drummer Boy of the National Greys,</li> - <li>“E Pluribus Unum,”</li> - <li>Flag Song,</li> - <li>Following the Drum,</li> - <li>Gathering Song,</li> - <li>Give us Room,</li> - <li>Hail Columbia,</li> - <li>Hark! to the Tread,</li> - <li>Hurrah for the Land we Love,</li> - <li>Liberty,</li> - <li>Mustering Chorus,</li> - <li>My Love he is a Zou-zu,</li> - <li>Our Country, Now and Ever,</li> - <li>Our Flag,</li> - <li>Rally, Boys!</li> - <li>Remember Traitors,</li> - <li>Rule, Columbia,</li> - <li>Song of the Zouaves,</li> - <li>Song of Union,</li> - <li>Stand by the Union,</li> - <li>Summons to the North,</li> - <li>Sweet is the Fight,</li> - <li>Sweet Maid of Erin,</li> - <li>The Alarum,</li> - <li>The Banner of Stars,</li> - <li>The Birth of our Banner,</li> - <li>The Brave and Free,</li> - <li>The Delaware Volunteers,</li> - <li>The Flag and the Union,</li> - <li>The Flag of the Brave,</li> - <li>The Flag of the Free,</li> - <li>The Great Union Club,</li> - <li>The “Mud-Sills” Greeting,</li> - <li>The Nation of the Free,</li> - <li>The Northmen are Coming,</li> - <li>The Northern Hurrah,</li> - <li>The Past and Present,</li> - <li>The Patriot’s Address,</li> - <li>The Patriot’s Serenade,</li> - <li>The Patriot’s Wish,</li> - <li>The Patriot Soldier,</li> - <li>The Star Flag,</li> - <li>The Star-Gemmed Flag,</li> - <li>The Star-Spangled Banner,</li> - <li>The Stripes and Stars,</li> - <li>The Union Gunning Match,</li> - <li>The Union Harvesting,</li> - <li>The Union Marseillaise,</li> - <li>The Union Sacrifice,</li> - <li>The Volunteer Yankee Doodle of ’61.</li> - <li>Three Cheers for our Banner,</li> - <li>Traitor, Spare that Flag,</li> - <li>Union Forever,</li> - <li>Victory’s Band,</li> - <li>Volunteer’s Song,</li> - <li>Where Liberty dwells there is my Country,</li> - <li>Wife of my Bosom,</li> - <li>Words of Sympathy.</li> -</ul> -</div><!--end of chapter--> -<!--078.png--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3 class="p2">CONTENTS</h3> -<p class="center muchsmaller">OF</p> -<p class="center muchlarger">Beadle’s Dime Song Book</p> -<p class="center"><abbr title="Number">No.</abbr> 1.</p> - -<ul> - <li>All’s for the Best,</li> - <li>Annie Laurie,</li> - <li>A National Song,</li> - <li>Answer to a Thousand a Year,</li> - <li>Answer to Kate Kearney,</li> - <li>A Thousand a Year,</li> - <li>Belle Brandon,</li> - <li>Ben Bolt,</li> - <li>Blind Orphan Boy’s Lament,</li> - <li>Bob Ridley,</li> - <li>Bold Privateer,</li> - <li>Do They Miss me at Home?</li> - <li>Don’t be Angry, Mother,</li> - <li>Down the River,</li> - <li>E Pluribus Unum,</li> - <li>Evening Star,</li> - <li>Faded Flowers,</li> - <li>Gentle Annie,</li> - <li>Gentle Jenny Gray,</li> - <li>Glad to Get Home,</li> - <li>Hard Times,</li> - <li>Have You Seen my Sister,</li> - <li>Heather Dale,</li> - <li>Home Again,</li> - <li>I am not Angry,</li> - <li>I Want to Go Home,</li> - <li>Juney at the Gate,</li> - <li>Kate Kearney,</li> - <li>Kiss me Quick and Go,</li> - <li>Kitty Clyde,</li> - <li>Little Blacksmith,</li> - <li>My Home in Kentuck,</li> - <li>My Own Native Land,</li> - <li>Nelly Gray,</li> - <li>Nelly was a Lady,</li> - <li>Old Dog Tray,</li> - <li>Our Mary Ann,</li> - <li>Over the Mountain,</li> - <li>Poor Old Slave,</li> - <li>Red, White, and Blue,</li> - <li>Root, Hog, or Die,</li> - <li>Root, Hog, or Die, No. 2,</li> - <li>Root, Hog, or Die, No. 3,</li> - <li>Root, Hog, or Die, No. 4,</li> - <li>Row, Row,</li> - <li>Shells of the Ocean,</li> - <li>Song of the Sexton,</li> - <li>Star-Spangled Banner,</li> - <li>The Age of Progress,</li> - <li>The Dying Californian,</li> - <li>The Hills of New England,</li> - <li>The Lake-Side Shore,</li> - <li>The Miller of the Dee,</li> - <li>The Marseilles Hymn,</li> - <li>The Old Folks we Loved Long Ago,</li> - <li>The Old Farm-House,</li> - <li>The Old Play-Ground,</li> - <li>The Rock of Liberty,</li> - <li>The Sword of Bunker Hill,</li> - <li>The Tempest,</li> - <li>There’s a Good Time Coming,</li> - <li>Twenty Years Ago,</li> - <li>Twinkling Stars,</li> - <li>Uncle Sam’s Farm,</li> - <li>Unfurl the Glorious Banner,</li> - <li>Wait for the Wagon,</li> - <li>Willie, we have Miss’d You,</li> - <li>Willie’ll Roam no More.</li> -</ul> -</div><!--end of chapter--> -<!--079.png--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3 class="p2">CONTENTS</h3> -<p class="center muchsmaller">OF</p> -<p class="center muchlarger">Beadle’s Dime Song Book</p> -<p class="center"><abbr title="Number">No.</abbr> 2.</p> - -<ul> - <li>Alice Gray,</li> - <li>America,</li> - <li>Banks of the Old Mohawk,</li> - <li>Be Kind to Each Other,</li> - <li>Billy Grimes the Rover,</li> - <li>Bryan O’Lynn,</li> - <li>Come Sit Thee Down,</li> - <li>Cora Lee,</li> - <li>Crazy Jane,</li> - <li>Darling Nelly Moore,</li> - <li>Darling Old Stick,</li> - <li>Fireman’s Victory,</li> - <li>Good News from Home,</li> - <li>Good-Night,</li> - <li>Grave of Lilly Dale,</li> - <li>Graves of a Household,</li> - <li>Home, Sweet Home,</li> - <li>I have no Mother Now,</li> - <li>I’m leaving Thee in Sorrow, Annie,</li> - <li>I miss Thee so,</li> - <li>I Shouldn’t like to Tell,</li> - <li>I Wandered by the Brook-Side,</li> - <li>Katy Darling,</li> - <li>Kathleen Mavourneen,</li> - <li>Little Katy; or, Hot Corn,</li> - <li>Mary of the Wild Moor,</li> - <li>Mable Clare,</li> - <li>Mary Alleen,</li> - <li>Mill May,</li> - <li>Minnie Moore,</li> - <li>Minnie Dear,</li> - <li>Mrs. Lofty and I,</li> - <li>Mr. Finagan,</li> - <li>My Eye and Betty Martin,</li> - <li>My Love is a Saileur Boy,</li> - <li>My Mother Dear,</li> - <li>My Grandmother’s Advice,</li> - <li>My Mother’s Bible,</li> - <li>New England,</li> - <li>Oh! I’m Going Home,</li> - <li>Oh! Scorn not thy Brother,</li> - <li>O! the Sea, the Sea,</li> - <li>Old Sideling Hill,</li> - <li>Our Boyhood Days,</li> - <li>Our Father Land,</li> - <li>Peter Gray,</li> - <li>Rory O’More,</li> - <li>Somebody’s waiting for Somebody,</li> - <li>The Farmer Sat in his Easy Chair,</li> - <li>The Farmer’s Boy,</li> - <li>The Irishman’s Shanty,</li> - <li>The Old Folks are Gone,</li> - <li>The Post-Boy’s Song,</li> - <li>The Quilting Party,</li> - <li>Three Bells,</li> - <li>’Tis Home where the Heart is,</li> - <li>Waiting for the May,</li> - <li>We Stand Here United,</li> - <li>What other Name than Thine, Mother?</li> - <li>Where the Bright Waves are Dashing,</li> - <li>What is Home without a Mother,</li> - <li>Widow Machree,</li> - <li>Willie’s on the Dark Blue Sea,</li> - <li>Winter—Sleigh-Bell Song,</li> - <li>Nancy Bell; or, Old Pine Tree.</li> -</ul> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<!--080.png--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3 class="p2">CONTENTS</h3> -<p class="center muchsmaller">OF</p> -<p class="center muchlarger">Beadle’s Dime Song Book</p> -<p class="center"><abbr title="Number">No.</abbr> 3.</p> - -<ul> - <li>Annie, Dear, Good-by,</li> - <li>A Sailor’s Life for Me,</li> - <li>Bessy was a Sailor’s Bride,</li> - <li>Bonny Jean,</li> - <li>Comic Katy Darling,</li> - <li>Comic Parody,</li> - <li>Darling Jenny Bell,</li> - <li>Darling Rosabel,</li> - <li>Death of Annie Laurie,</li> - <li>Ettie May,</li> - <li>Few Days,</li> - <li>Give ’em String and let ’em Went,</li> - <li>Go it while You’re Young,</li> - <li>Hail Columbia,</li> - <li>Happy Hezekiah,</li> - <li>I’d Choose to be a Daisy,</li> - <li>I have Something Sweet to Tell You,</li> - <li>Isle of Beauty,</li> - <li>I Think of Old Ireland whereever I Go,</li> - <li>Jeannette and Jeannot,</li> - <li>John Jones,</li> - <li>Jordan is a Hard Road to Travel,</li> - <li>Kitty Kimo,</li> - <li>Lather and Shave,</li> - <li>Lager Bier Song,</li> - <li>Linda has Departed,</li> - <li>Lillie Bell,</li> - <li>Love Not,</li> - <li>Man the Life-Boat,</li> - <li>My Dear Old Mother,</li> - <li>My Girl with a Calico Dress,</li> - <li>My Heart’s in Old Ireland,</li> - <li>My Poor Dog Tray,</li> - <li>Old Rosin the Bow,</li> - <li>Over the Left,</li> - <li>Old Dog Tray, No. 2.,</li> - <li>Parody on the West,</li> - <li>Pop Goes the Weasel,</li> - <li>Pretty Jane,</li> - <li>Rosa Lee,</li> - <li>Song of the Locomotive,</li> - <li>Sparking Sarah Jane,</li> - <li>The American Girl,</li> - <li>The American Boy,</li> - <li>The Boys of Kilkenny,</li> - <li>The Emigrant’s Farewell,</li> - <li>The Fine Old English Gentleman,</li> - <li>The Fine Old Irish Gentleman,</li> - <li>The Fine Old Dutchman,</li> - <li>The Fireman’s Death,</li> - <li>The Fireman’s Boy,</li> - <li>The Girl I Left behind Me,</li> - <li>The Gold-Digger’s Lament,</li> - <li>The Indian Hunter,</li> - <li>The Old Oaken Bucket,</li> - <li>The Old Whiskey Jug,</li> - <li>The Other Side of Jordan,</li> - <li>The Pirate’s Serenade,</li> - <li>The Yellow Rose of Texas,</li> - <li>Ten O’Clock, or, Remember, Love, Remember,</li> - <li>Tilda Horn,</li> - <li>True Blue,</li> - <li>To the West,</li> - <li>Uncle Ned,</li> - <li>Unhappy Jeremiah,</li> - <li>Vilkins and his Dinah,</li> - <li>We Miss Thee at Home,</li> - <li>What Will Mrs. Grundy Say?</li> - <li>Woodman, Spare that Tree.</li> -</ul> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<!--081.png--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3 class="p2">CONTENTS</h3> -<p class="center muchsmaller">OF</p> -<p class="center muchlarger">Beadle’s Dime Song Book</p> -<p class="center"><abbr title="Number">No.</abbr> 4.</p> - -<ul> - <li>Ain’t I Glad to get out of the Wilderness,</li> - <li>A National Song,</li> - <li>Answer to Katy Darling,</li> - <li>A Merry Gipsy Girl again,</li> - <li>A Parody on “Uncle Sam’s Farm,”</li> - <li>Ben Fisher and Wife,</li> - <li>Bonnie Jamie,</li> - <li>Broken-Hearted Tom, the Lover,</li> - <li>By the Sad Sea-Waves,</li> - <li>Columbia Rules the Sea,</li> - <li>Come, Gang awa’ wi’ Me,</li> - <li>Commence you Darkies all,</li> - <li>Cottage by the Sea,</li> - <li>Daylight is on the Sea,</li> - <li>Don’t you cry so, Norah, Darling,</li> - <li>Erin is my Home,</li> - <li>Gal from the South,</li> - <li>He Led Her to the Altar,</li> - <li>Home, Sweet Home,</li> - <li>I am a Freeman,</li> - <li>I’ll hang my Harp on a Willow-Tree,</li> - <li>I’m not Myself at all,</li> - <li>Indian Hunter,</li> - <li>I’ve been Roaming o’er the Prairie,</li> - <li>I Wish He would Decide, Mamma,</li> - <li>Jane Monroe,</li> - <li>Johnny is Gone for a Soldier,</li> - <li>Jolly Jack the Rover,</li> - <li>Kate was once a little Girl,</li> - <li>Kitty Tyrrel,</li> - <li>Let Me Kiss Him for his Mother,</li> - <li>Linda’s Gone to Baltimore,</li> - <li>Maud Adair, and I,</li> - <li>Molly Bawn,</li> - <li>My ain Fireside,</li> - <li>My Boyhood’s Home,</li> - <li>Nora, the Pride of Kildare,</li> - <li>O, God! Preserve the Mariner,</li> - <li>Oh, Kiss, but never tell,</li> - <li>Old Uncle Edward,</li> - <li>Paddy on the Canal,</li> - <li>Poor old Maids,</li> - <li>Ship A-Hoy!</li> - <li>Somebody’s Courting Somebody,</li> - <li>Song of the Farmer,</li> - <li>Song of Blanche Alpen,</li> - <li>Sparking Sunday Night,</li> - <li>Sprig of Shilleleh,</li> - <li>Stand by the Flag,</li> - <li>The Farmer’s Boy,</li> - <li>The Hazel Dell,</li> - <li>The Harp that once Through Tara’s Hall,</li> - <li>The Indian Warrior’s Grave,</li> - <li>The Little Low Room where I Courted my Wife,</li> - <li>The Low Backed Car,</li> - <li>The Old Brown Cot,</li> - <li>The Old Kirk-Yard,</li> - <li>The Railroad Engineer’s Song,</li> - <li>They don’t wish Me at Home,</li> - <li>Tom Brown,</li> - <li>Terry O’Reilly,</li> - <li>Uncle Gabriel,</li> - <li>Uncle Tim the Toper,</li> - <li>We were Boys and Girls together,</li> - <li>We are Growing Old together,</li> - <li>We are all so Fond of Kissing,</li> - <li>Where are now the Hopes I Cherished?</li> - <li>Within a Mile of Edinburgh Town,</li> - <li>Would I were a Boy again,</li> - <li>Would I were a Girl again,</li> - <li>Would I were with Thee.</li> -</ul> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<!--082.png--> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3 class="p2">CONTENTS</h3> -<p class="center muchsmaller">OF</p> -<p class="center muchlarger">Beadle’s Dime Song Book</p> -<p class="center"><abbr title="Number">No.</abbr> 6.</p> - -<ul> - <li>Annie Lisle,</li> - <li>Beautiful World,</li> - <li>Be Kind to the Loved Ones,</li> - <li>Bobbin’ Around,</li> - <li>Bonnie Dundee,</li> - <li>Courting in Connecticut,</li> - <li>Dearest Mae,</li> - <li>Dear Mother, I’ll Come again,</li> - <li>Ella Ree,</li> - <li>Fairy Dell,</li> - <li>Far, far upon the Sea,</li> - <li>Gentle Hallie,</li> - <li>Gentle Nettie Moore,</li> - <li>Happy are we To-night,</li> - <li>Hattie Lee,</li> - <li>He Doeth All Things Well,</li> - <li>I can not Call her Mother,</li> - <li>I’ll Paddle my own Canoe,</li> - <li>I’m Standing by thy Grave, Mother,</li> - <li>Is it Anybody’s Business?</li> - <li>Jane O’Malley,</li> - <li>Jenny Lane,</li> - <li>Joanna Snow,</li> - <li>Johnny Sands,</li> - <li>Lilly Dale,</li> - <li>Little more Cider,</li> - <li>Lulu is our Darling Pride,</li> - <li>Marion Lee,</li> - <li>Meet me by the Running Brook,</li> - <li>Minnie Clyde,</li> - <li>Not for Gold,</li> - <li>Not Married Yet,</li> - <li>Oh, carry me Home to Die,</li> - <li>Oh! Silber Shining Moon,</li> - <li>Oh! Spare the Old Homestead,</li> - <li>Old Homestead,</li> - <li>Ossian’s Serenade,</li> - <li>Over the River,</li> - <li>Riding on a Rail,</li> - <li>Sailor Boy’s Last Dream,</li> - <li>“Say Yes, Pussy,”</li> - <li>Spirit Voice of Belle Brandon,</li> - <li>Squire Jones’s Daughter,</li> - <li>The Bloom is on the Rye,</li> - <li>The Blue Junietta,</li> - <li>The Carrier Dove,</li> - <li>The Child’s Wish,</li> - <li>The Cottage of my Mother,</li> - <li>The Female Auctioneer,</li> - <li>The Irish Jaunting Car,</li> - <li>The Lords of Creation shall Woman obey,</li> - <li>The Maniac,</li> - <li>The Merry Sleigh-Ride,</li> - <li>The Miller’s Maid,</li> - <li>The Modern Belle,</li> - <li>The Mountaineer’s Farewell,</li> - <li>The Old Mountain Tree,</li> - <li>The Strawberry Girl,</li> - <li>The Snow Storm,</li> - <li>The Song my Mother used to Sing,</li> - <li>Three Grains of Corn,</li> - <li>Washington’s Grave,</li> - <li>What is Home without a Sister,</li> - <li>Where are the Friends?</li> - <li>Why Chime the Bells so Merrily?</li> - <li>Why don’t the Men propose?</li> - <li>Will Nobody Marry Me?</li> - <li>Young Recruit.</li> -</ul> -</div><!--end of chapter--> -<!--083.png--> - -<div class="chapter"> - <h3 class="p4">HAND-BOOKS FOR HOUSEKEEPERS.</h3> -<p class="indent1">BEADLE’S DIME COOK-BOOK,</p> -<p class="indent4"> BEADLE’S DIME RECIPE-BOOK,</p> -<p class="p0 indent1">BEADLE’S DIME DRESS-MAKER AND MILLINER,</p> -<p class="indent4"> BEADLE’S DIME BOOK OF ETIQUETTE,</p> -<p class="indent3"> BEADLE’S DIME FAMILY PHYSICIAN.</p> - -<p class="smaller">The COOK-BOOK embraces Recipes, Directions, Rules and Facts relating -to every department of Housekeeping.</p> - -<p class="smaller">The RECIPE-BOOK is a perfect treasure house of knowledge, for the -kitchen, parlor, nursery, sick-room, the toilet, &c., &c.</p> - -<p class="smaller">The BOOK OF ETIQUETTE can truly be called a useful work. It embodies -all the information necessary to “post” the reader, old or young, male -or female, upon every point of etiquette or social usage.</p> - -<p class="smaller">The FAMILY PHYSICIAN is an invaluable hand-book for the family and an -indispensable aid to the thrifty housewife.</p> -<h3>BOOKS FOR THE SCHOOL AND HOME STUDENTS.</h3> -<p class="indent1">BEADLE’S DIME SPEAKER Nos. 1 & 2,</p> -<p class="indent2"> BEADLE’S DIME DIALOGUES Nos. 1 & 2,</p> -<p class="indent3c"> BEADLE’S DIME SCHOOL MELODIST,</p> -<p class="indent4"> BEADLE’S DIME LETTER-WRITER.</p> - - -<p class="smaller">This series of educational works is designed to meet the wants of -every school, public or private—every scholar, male or female, in our -country.</p> -<h3>MUSIC AND SONG.</h3> -<p class="center"><strong>Beadle’s Dime Song Books, No’s 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 & 7</strong></p> - -<p class="indent1"><a name="Beadles"></a>BEADLE’S DIME MILITARY SONG BOOK,</p> -<p class="indent3">BEADLE’S DIME MELODIST—<span class="sc">Words and Music</span>.</p> -<h3>GAMES, AMUSEMENTS, &C.</h3> -<p class="indent1">BEADLE’S DIME BASE-BALL PLAYER,</p> -<p class="indent2">BEADLE’S DIME GUIDE TO CRICKET,</p> -<p class="indent3c">BEADLE’S DIME GUIDE TO SWIMMING,</p> -<p class="indent4">BEADLE’S DIME BOOK OF DREAMS,</p> -<p class="indent5">BEADLE’S DIME BOOK OF FUN, <abbr title="numbers">Nos.</abbr> 1 & 2,</p> -<p class="indent6">BEADLE’S DIME CHESS INSTRUCTOR.</p> - -<h3 class="p2">BEADLE’S DIME BIOGRAPHICAL LIBRARY.</h3><br /> -<p class="hanging">No. 1.—GARIBALDI: <span class="sc">The Washington of Italy</span>.</p> -<p class="hanging">No. 2.—DANIEL BOONE: <span class="sc">The Hunter of Kentucky</span>.</p> -<p class="hanging">No. 3.—KIT CARSON: <span class="sc">The Rocky Mountain Scout and Guide.</span></p> -<p class="hanging">No. 4.—MAJOR-GENERAL ANTHONY WAYNE: <span class="sc">The Revolutionary Patriot - and Indian Conqueror</span>.</p> -<p class="hanging">No. 5.—COL. DAVID CROCKETT: <span class="sc">And His Adventures</span>.</p> -<p class="hanging">No. 6.—JOHN PAUL JONES: <span class="sc">The Naval Hero of ’76</span>.</p> -</div><!--end of chapter--> - -<!--084.png--> - -<div class="chapter p4 box"> - -<h3 class="p2">HAVE YOU A FRIEND IN THE ARMY?</h3> -<p class="center larger">Send Him The Military Hand-Book.</p> - -<p class="smaller">The great want of a MILITARY HAND-BOOK of General and Special -Information on all matters connected with a Soldier’s Life and -Experience, has induced the publishers of the Dime Publications to -have prepared, by competent hands, a work which will fully answer the -requirements of the market. They have, therefore, to announce</p> - -<p class="p2 center">THE</p> - -<h3 class="muchlarger">MILITARY HAND-BOOK,</h3> -<p class="center smaller">AND</p> - -<p class="center larger">SOLDIERS’ MANUAL OF INFORMATION.</p> - -<p class="center">Embracing Pay-Lists of Officers and Men—Rations—<br /> -Incidents -of Camp-Life—Hints on Health and<br /> -Comfort—How to Prepare Good Food from<br /> -Poor Rations—Recipes—Wounds, and<br /> -How to Care for Them—All about<br /> -Weapons of War, etc.; also</p> - -<p class="center muchlarger">Official Articles of War,</p> - -<p class="center smaller">AND A COMPLETE</p> - -<p class="center larger">DICTIONARY OF MILITARY TERMS.</p> - -<p>☞ This admirable volume is published in large <abbr title="duodecimo">12mo.</abbr>, with -a beautifully Engraved and Colored Cover, and can be had of all -News Dealers at the low sum of TWENTY-FIVE CENTS.</p> - -<p class="center"><strong>BEADLE AND COMPANY, Publishers,</strong></p> -<p class="right">141 William St., New York.</p> -</div><!--end of box and page--> - -<div class="chapter p4 tnote"> -<h4 class="p2">Transcriber’s Note</h4> - -<p>Obsolete words, alternative spelling and dialect were not changed. -Unprinted letters and punctuation were added, as necessary. Quotation -marks were adjusted, where necessary. The first three entries to the -contents of Union Songbook No. 1 are missing letters in the original. -The last entry to contents of Dime Song Book No. 2 is out of -alphabetical order in the original.</p> - -<p>Obvious printing errors were corrected, such as duplicate words and -letters, upside down letters, and letters or spacing in the wrong -order. Other changes:</p> - -<p class="indenttn">‘breath’ to ‘<a href="#breathe">breathe</a>’ in ‘Thou art gone from my Gaze’</p> -<p class="indenttn">‘snaw’ to ‘<a href="#snow">snow</a>’ in ‘John Anderson, My Jo, John’</p> -<p class="indenttn">‘voie’ to ‘<a href="#voice">voice</a>’ last line in ‘The Musical Wife’</p> -<p class="indenttn">‘shahowy’ to ‘<a href="#shadowy">shadowy</a>’ in ‘the Grave of Uncle True’</p> -<p class="indenttn">‘BAEDLE’S’ to ‘<a href="#Beadles">BEADLE’S</a>’ in the advertisement at the end of the book</p> - -</div><!--end Transcriber's Note--> - - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of Project Gutenberg's Beadle's Dime Song Book No. 5, by Various - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BEADLE'S DIME SONG BOOK NO. 5 *** - -***** This file should be named 50878-h.htm or 50878-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/5/0/8/7/50878/ - -Produced by David Edwards, Carol Brown, and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United -States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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