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5BEADLE'S5
DIME
SONG BOOK
No. 5.
A COLLECTION OF NEW AND POPULAR
COMIC AND SENTIMENTAL
SONGS.
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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.
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.
[Pg 62]
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.
[Pg 63]
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.
[Pg 64]
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.
[Pg 65]
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.
[Pg 66]
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.
[Pg 67]
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.
[Pg 68]
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.
[Pg 69]
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.
[Pg 70]
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.
[Pg 71]
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!
[Pg 72]
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 Doleful 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! Silber Shining Moon,
Oh! Spare the Old Homestead,
Old Homestead,
Ossian’s Serenade,
Over the River,
Riding on a Rail,
Sailor Boy’s Last Dream,
“Say Yes, Pussy,”
Spirit Voice of Belle Brandon,
Squire Jones’s Daughter,
The Bloom is on the Rye,
The Blue Junietta,
The Carrier Dove,
The Child’s Wish,
The Cottage of my Mother,
The Female Auctioneer,
The Irish Jaunting Car,
The Lords of Creation shall Woman obey,
The Maniac,
The Merry Sleigh-Ride,
The Miller’s Maid,
The Modern Belle,
The Mountaineer’s Farewell,
The Old Mountain Tree,
The Strawberry Girl,
The Snow Storm,
The Song my Mother used to Sing,
Three Grains of Corn,
Washington’s Grave,
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Where are the Friends?
Why Chime the Bells so Merrily?
Why don’t the Men propose?
Will Nobody Marry Me?
Young Recruit.
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Transcriber’s Note
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.
Obvious printing errors were corrected, such as duplicate words and
letters, upside down letters, and letters or spacing in the wrong
order. Other changes:
‘breath’ to ‘breathe’ in ‘Thou art gone from my Gaze’
