•?4 BOOK THE GOLDEN OK FAVORITE SONGS Revised and Enlarged A Treasury of the Best Song's of Our People (S02 songs,
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BOOK THE GOLDEN OK FAVORITE
SONGS
Revised and Enlarged
A
Treasury of the Best Song's of Our People (S02 songs, 192 of which are with music)
Compiled and edited by
JohnW. Beattie Director of Public School Music Grand Rapids, Michig*an William Breach Director of School and Community Music Winston -Salem, North Carolina
Mabelle Glenn Director of Public School Music Kansas City, Missouri
Walter J.Goodell Composer and Harmonist Chicag*o, Illinois
Edgar B. Gordon Bureau of Extension, University of Wisconsin Madison, Wisconsin
Norman H.
Hall
llxecutive Secretary, National Chicag-o, Illinois
Week
of Song*
Ernest G. Hesser Director of Public School Music Indianapolis, Indiana E, Jane Wisenall Teacher of Music, Woodward Hig-h School Cincinnati, Ohio
(Fifteenth Edition— Revised)
HALL & McCREARY COMPANY CHICAGO
Responsive Reading* LEADER: Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord, And the people whom he hath chosen for his own inheritance. ASSEMBLY: Rig-hteousness exalteth a nation; but sin is a reproach to any people. LEADER: When the righteous are in authority the people rejoice; but when the wicked hea/reth rule, the people mourn If thou hearken dilig&rifly unto the voice of the Lord thy Qad, The Lord thy God will set thee on high above all nations of the earth. Psalms
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We
hold these truths to be self-evident: That all men are created equal; That they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rigrhts; That among* these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness deriving* That to secure these rig-hts, g-overnments are instituted amon^ men, Thomas Jefferson their just powers from the consent of the g-overned.
Unison:
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Lincoln's Gettysburg- Address
Leader: Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this contingent a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. or ASSEMBLY: Now we are eng'ag'ed in a g"reat civil war, testing* whether that nation, any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long* endure. LEADER: IVc are met on a great battle-field cfthat war. We have come to dedicate a portion qf that field as a final resting-pluce for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. ASSEMBLY: It is altog*ether fitting* and proper that we should do this. But, in a larg*er sens« we cannot dedicate we cannot consecrate we cannot hallow— this g*round. LEADER: The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract. ASSEMBLY: The world will little note nor longremember what we say here, but it can never forg*et what they did here LEADER: Jt is for us, the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced.
—
—
ASSEMBLY:
Itis
rather for us to be here dedicated to the g^reat task remaining* before us
—
from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they g-ave the last full measure of devotion; That we here hig'hly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain; that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom; and that the g*overnment of the idnaX
people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth. Abraham Lincoln
LEADER: God hath made of one blood brothers and sisters all.
all
nations of men, and we are his children,
—
ASSEMBLY: "We are citizens of these United States, and we believe our Flag* stands for selfsacrifice for the g-ood of all the people. We want, therefore, to be true citizens of our great country, and will show our love for her by our works LEADER: Our country does not ask us to die for her welfare; she asks us to live for her, and so to live a/nd so to act that her government may be pu/re, her fifficers \f honest, and every corner of her territory shall be a place fit to grow the be^*h Mary McDowe. men and women, who shall rule over her.
Unison The Flag* means universal education — lig*ht for every mind, knowledg*e for evThis ery child. We must have but one flag*. We must also have but one lang*uag*e. must be the lang*uag'e of the Declaration of Independence. Woodrow Wilson :
Pledge To The Flag I
pledg-e allegiance to the
American flag and to the republic for which it stands; indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.
One nation, Copyright 1915,1923
By Hall & McCreary Company Made in the U.S.A.
All special arrang-ements and harnrionizations as well as Therematter herein are covered by the copyrig-ht fore they cannot be used >vlthout Infring-ement
NOTE:
all orig-inal
.
America (My Country/Tisof Thee) America was written by Rev. Samuel F. Smith, a Baptist minister, who was born in Boston, 21, 1808, and died November 16,1895. One of Dr.Smith's friends was I^owell Mason, the eminent musician. A friend had given Mr. Mason a lot of German music books. Being unable to read German the musician took the books to Dr. Smith and asked him to translate some of the songs for him Dr. Smith says: "Turning over the leaves of the book one gloomy day in February, 1832, I came across the air, "God save the King." I liked the music. I glanced at the German words at the foot of the page. Under the inspirati
i Land. Land.
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In
Dix
Den hoe
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ie it
was born Land whar I in, Bar-ly on one down an' scratch your grabble, To Dix - ie Land I'm
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Dixie — Continued
frost-y
mornm,Look a-way! Looka-way!
Look a -way!
Looka-way!
Looka-way!
boundtotrabble,Look a-way
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Dix-ie Landl Dix-ie Landl As
n ^
Chorus
Den
I
i
wish
I
was
Dix-ie Hoo-ray!(hooray)Hoo-ray!(hooray) In Dixie Land, I'll
in
,
m s take
my
stand to
lib
and die
in
A way,
Dix-ie;
A
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A
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wa
a
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way, A
way,
f i
way down south in
p
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Dixie,
A-way,
ih
A-way,A-way downsouthin Dixie.
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5±i In the chorus of Dixie, where the melody is g-iven two octaves higher than written, if it se«ms best
to the bass voices the sopranos may take those notes to have the sopranos on the fflelody throug-hout the song*.
12
Hymn
Battle
of the Republic
Ward Howe, the author of this stirring war and was married to Dr. S.G. Howe in 1843.
Julia 18li9,
was born
song,
in
New York, May
27,
In December, 1861, Dr. and Mrs. Howe, with a party of friends, paid a visit to Washington. Everything about the city had a martial aspect. The railroads were guarded by pickets, the streets were full of soldiers and all about could be seen the "watchf ires of a hundred circling camps." One day the party drove several miles from the city to see a review of the Federal soldiers. An attack by the Confederates caused much excitement and delayed their return Finally they started back to Washington under an escort of soldiers, and to while away the time they sang war songs, among others, "John Brown!' Waking in the gray dawn of the following morning Mrs. Howe found "herself weaving together words to the music she had sung the day before. Fearing she might forget the of the lines if she slept again, she arose and wrote down the verses of the "Battle Kepublic." The poem was first published in the Atlantic Monthly for February, 1862. The verses were published without the author's name, and she received but five dollars for them. Of this great hymn a recent writer says,"Unlike many of the songs of the Civil War, it contains nothing sectional, nothing personal, nothing of a temporary character. While we of feel the beauty of the lines and their aspiration after freedom, even in the piping times peace, it is only in the time of storm and stress that their full meaning shines out. Written with intense feeling, they seem 4o burn and glow when our own emotions are aroused."
Hymn
JULIA
Ward Howe
William Steffe
Moderate march time.
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Mine eyes have «een the -ry of the com-ing" of the LordjHe is I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hun - dred cir- clin g* cainps,They have I have read a fi - ery g-os- pel writ in bur-nishedrows of steel: "As ye He has sound-ed forth the trumpet that shall nev-er call re-treatj He is In the beau-ty of the 111 - ies Christ was l^orn a- cross the sea, With a
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tramp4ing' out the vint-ag-e where the grapes of wrath are stor'd,He hath loos'dthe fateful build - edHim anal -tar in the evening* dews and damps; lean readHisrig-hteous deal with My con-iem-ners, so with you My grace shall deal ;"Let the He-ro born of sift - ing" out the hearts of men be- fore His judgment seat. Oh, be swift,my soul, to g-lo - ry in His bos-om that trans-fig-ures you and me,- As He died to make men
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Glo
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ry, g*lo .M-i
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ry, hal m.
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lu-jahl
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lig-ht-ning* of His ter -ri -ble swift €word:His truth the dim and flar-ing" lamps: His day sen - tence by wom - an cruBh the ser-pent with His h«el. Since God an - swer Him be ju - bi-lant,my feet! Our God us die to make men free, While God ly let ho
is is is is
is
Glo -ry, g*lo-ry,hal
I
march- ing" on. march- ing" on. march- ing* on. march-ing* on. march-ing* on.
le
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lu
jah!
Hymn
Battle
of the Republic
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-
continued
is
march-ing*
J''j.ij:J'J Glo
-
ry,
-ry,hal
g*lo
-
le
-
lu
-
jah!
His
truth
on
i John (Xune-Battle
BroWs Body Hymn
of the Republic) 3.
John Brown's body lies amouldringr inthe grave, John Brown's body lies amould'ring^ in the grave, John Browne body lies amould'ring: inthe grave. His soul goes marching on!
Chorus
He's gone to be a soldier in the He's g^one to be a soldier in the He'sgonetobe a soldier inthe
His soul Chorus:
is
,
marching on!
2.
4.
The stars of heaven are looking kindly down, The stars of heaven are looking kindly down, The stars of heaven are looking kindly down On the grave of old John Brown! Chorus
Chorus:
army of the Lord army of the Lord',*^ army of the Lord,
John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back, John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back, John Brown's knapsackis strapped upon his back, His soul is marching on
Chorus
Glory, glory, hallelujal;i! Glory, glory, hallelujah!
:
Glory^ g lory, hallelujah His soul is marching on. !
The Vacant Chair
H.S.WJlSHBURN
George
Root
F.
With feeling"
P
J.- -t1
"We shall meet^but we shall miss him,There will be one vacant chair /We shall linger to caAt our fire-side, sad and lone-ly, Oft-en will the bosom swell At remembrance of the True,they teU us wreaths of g"lory Evermore will deck his brow, But this sooths the anguish
.
2.
3
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D. C
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m
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ffTy
We shall meet^but we shall miss him,Th(Bre will be one vacant chair ,We shall ling'er to caFtne.
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r ess him,When we breathe our evening" prayV. When a year a - g-owe g*ather'd, Joy was sto - ry How our no -ble Wil-lie fellj How he strove to bear our banner Thro'the on - ly Sweeping* o'er our heartstring*s now. Sleep to-day^ O ear-ly fall-en, In thy
m
ress him,When we breathe our evening" prayr,
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D.
c.
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thick-est of the fig-ht, And up-hold our country's honor, In the strength of manhoods might g-reen and narrow bed, Dirg*es from the pines and cypress Ming-le with the tears we shed
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Keller's
M.K.
American Hymn
Matthias Keller
Fa- ther on hig-h, Lead us in path'-waysof path'-waysof Speed our Re-pub lie, O Fore -mo St in bat -tie, for Free-dom to stand. We rush to arms when a 3. Rise iprt thy broad wing* o'er this up, proud ea-g-le. rise up to the clouds, Sp:|"ead
1.
2.
P
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jus
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tice
and
roused by
its
west- ern
f air
m
o
1 crt?sc.
Ms
as as the ruled, one and well Still of yore when Georg'e Wash-ing"- ton world! Fling* from thy beak our dear ban-ner of
Rul
rig-ht; call}
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ers as
1
all,
led, old!
P
mm
Gir - die with Thun-ders our
Show that
it
r-tue, the ar-mor of mig-ht! Hail! three times hail to our war-cryj'We con-quer or fall!" Hail! three times hail to our is for free-dom un- furled! Hail! three times haii to our still
D.S.
Fine.mf
coun coun coup
G
F.
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try try try
and and and
flag-! flag"! flag-!
Rul- ers
as of Fj^ing-ftrom thy Still
as
as the ruled^oneand yore when Georg*e Washing'-ton beak our dear ban-ner of
Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!
R.
all,
well
led, old!
george
F.
Root
Think-ing", Moth- er dear, of you, And our sit, I the pris- on cell the bat - tie front we stood, When their fiercest chai"g"etheymade,And they We are wait-ing" fM* the day That shall 3. So, with -in the pris- on cell, 1
In
2. In
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m.
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and happy home so far a .way; And the tears they fill my eyes Spite of us off, a hun-dred men or more- But be- fore we reachdtheirlines They were come to o.pen wide the i-ron door; And the hoi. low eye g-rows brig-ht, And the
brig-ht
swept
D.
/S'— neaththe star
-
ry
flag"
We
shall
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Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!- continued
g*ay to cheer my com-rades and be that I can do, Thoug-h I try all beat- en back dis.mayed, And we heard the cry of vie - fry o'er and o'er, As we think of see ing* home and friends once more poor heart al-most g-ay, home, Of the free-land in our own be - lov - ed breathe the air a.^ain
f f Chorus
i And be Tramp,tramp,tramp,the boys are marching", Cheer up,comrades,they will come, hey will ccome, marching* on, O cheer up, com - rades, they
Tenting'
W.K.
Moderately
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w
On The Old Camp Ground Walter Kittredge i
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We're tent-ing to nig*ht on the 2. We've been tent-ing* to nig'ht on the 3. We are tired of war on the 4 We've ve been.fig*ht-ing* to-day on tne the been, ng*nt-ing* to-aav 1.
Our Of the Of the
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old old
-I
Camp Camp
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g"round, Give us a song* to cheer g-roiind, Thinking* of days g-one by,
oldCamp ground, Man-y are dead and g*one, man-y are ly - ing- nearj g*round, Man-y oldCamp g*rouna, oiauamp
friends we love so dear. home And wear y hearts, a song* of loved ones at home that g*ave us the hand, And the tear that sai d J 'Good-bye!' Oth-ers been wounded long'. brave and true who've left their homes, are in tears. Man - y ar dy-ing*, k Some are dead, and some are ^ kMan j^^
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Chorus CHORUS
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Man-y
are the hearts that are
weary to.nig«ht, Wishing- for the warto
cease,-
Man-y are the hearts that are
i looking" for the right,To see the
dawn of peace.
Tenting-to-nig-hi ,Tentlniji to-nig-ht, Tenting"
on the old camp-ground
16
The Battle Cry Of Freedom
G.F. R.
George
Yes,we 11 ral-ly round the
2.
3.
4
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f lag* boys,we'll rally once ag-ain, Shouting* the call of our brothers g*one.before, Shouting* our numbers the loyal, true and brave. Shouting* So we're spring-ing* to the call from the East and from theWest , Shouting*
We are.springring* to We will wel-come to
F.
Root
the battle cry of the battle cry of the battle cry of the battle cry of
Freedom^ Wewill.rally from the hillsidejW^ll gather from theplainjEhouting* the battle cry of Freedom. JFreedom ; And we'll fill the vacant ranks with a million free men more Shouting* the battle cry of Freedom. Freedom; And al-tho'theymay bepoor,not amanshsdlbe a slave, Shouting- the battle cry of Freedom. .Freedom; And we'll hurl the rebel crew from the land we love the best, Shouting- the battle cry of Freedom. ,
i Chorus
The Union
forj.ev-er,hurrah,boys^urrah!
Down with the tr aitor, Up with thejStar; While we
ral-ly round the flag*,boys, rally once a.g-ain, Shouting* the bat-tie cry of Free-
Just Before
The
Battle,
IP be-fore the bat- tie, Moth
4
Just
i
While up
jHark!
'^•{now
I
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er,
on the field w^re watching*, hear the bu-g-les sounding*,
-
may God
pro-tect
us.
Moth
-
er.
I
—am
With the 'Tis
the
As
He
dom.
GEORGE. F. Root
think-ing* en - e -
most of
my
sig-.nal for ey - er does
you,
view. thefig*ht; in
the rig*ht
Just Before
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The Battle, Mother — Continued 5
Com -rades brave are round me lyHear the **Bat
m
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tie
j'
J'
J'
Fill'd
ing",
Freedom','
of
we'll
ral
-
ly
with
How
it
1
thot's of home and swells up- on the
For Oh,
Gk>dj
air;
——
know that on
well they ye!
Cry
the mor-row round the standard,
Some Or
will sleep be-neath the we'll
per-ish no
-
bly
soa there.
Chorus A
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^^ ? P P P P P P P may never Press me to your heart (you may never, Mother,) '
Fare-well, Moth-er,you
P P P P P P P
If I'm
Civil are ies
forg-et
War
But
I
oh, youU not for-g'et me,Mother,
(you will not
a-g-ainj
numbered with the slain
me)
Song-s
The nine foregoing songs, and ''When JohnnyComes Marching Home',' which follows; existence during the Civil War. Because each embodtime, it holds a place among our popular national songs. The stories of "Dixie," "Battle Hymn of the Republic',' and "John Brown's Body,"have
among those which came into some typical sentiment of the
been previously given. "Keller's
American Hymn"
attracted
little
notice during the Civil
at a Peace Festival, it was featured and became well ciple of what we would like our country to be.
known.
It
War
but in 1872,
stands as a guidingprin-
"Tenting on the Old Camp Ground" was written, composed and first sung by Walter Kittredge as his patriotic contribution after he had failed to pass the physical examination for entrance into the Union Army. "When Johnny Comes Marching Home" is a stirring number popular ever since the Civil War when it was composed. The name of the author and composer, "Louis Lambert',' was a rtom de plume used by Patrick S. Gilmore, famous as a band leader and pro-
moter
of festivals
and jubilees.
Root contributed "Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!""The Battle Cry of Freedom\"!Just Before the Battle Mothpr," and with Henry F. Washburn, he wrote "The Vacant Chair." All of these songs were written under the influence of emotions excited by the Civil War. Today, after our more recent war experience, they take on a newer and deeper meaning-
George
F.
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When Johnny Comes Solo With spirit
Marching*
Home Louis Lambert
Chorus
Solo
When
Johnny comes marching' home ag-ain,Hurrah, hur- rah! Wt^ll g"ive him a heart-y old church bell will peal with joy,Hvirrah, hur- rah! To wel- come home our Get rea - dy for the Ju - bi-lee Hurrah, hur-rah! We'll g-ive the he - ro
The
,
i Chorus
Solo
wel - come then Hur - r ah hur - rah dar - ling" boy, Hur-rah, hur-rah! three times three,- Hur-rah > hur-rah! ,
,
P
The men will cheer, the boys will shout, The The vil-lag*e lads and las-sies say With The lau-rel wreath is rea- dy now To ,
P
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lib.
la-dies, they will all turnout, And wt^ll all feel g*ay,When Johnny comes marching: home, roses they will strewtheway, And wt^ll all feel g*ay. When Johnny comes marchingrhome. place up- on his loy-al browj And well all feel g'ay,When Johnny comes marching home.
m
m National Prayer O God
of light and freedom, God of comfort and joy ,we thank thee for our country, this great land of hope, whose wide doors thou hast opened to so many millions that struggle with hardship and with hunger in the crowded Old World We give thanks to the power that has made and preserved us a nation, that has carof
purity
and peace, God
through storm and darkness and has given us a place of honor aloft the standard of impartial liberty and impartial law. May our altars and our schools ever stand as pillars of welfare; may the broad land be filled with homes of intelligent and contented industry, that through the long generations our land may be a happy land and our country a power of good will among the ried our ship of state
and power that we might bear
nations.
Amen.
Charles Gordon Ames
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Keep The Home Fires Burning-
Ivor Novello
Lena guilbert Foed ^ March time
1.
2.
'he were cpll'd in from the g'len, And the They were summon'd from the hill-side, They O - ver seas they came a-plead-ing^/Help a na-tion in dis -tressf"And we
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'•r g-ave our g*lo rious lad-dies,-
,|,M,^
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l
Honor bade us do no
Nil
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frrf
ht thouirh ig*h your heart
is
i
an-swer
f
no less)
sol-
diers pass a -long". And al yoke should bend; And a
ty-rant's
rr
break-ingr,
no-ble heart must
(and bade us do
,
Let no tears add to their hard-ships, As the To a g"al-lant son of free-dom For no
H
less,
f
Make To
f
this
cheer
sa-cred
call
sing*
it
the
if
f
-
song*,
y of
'^Friend."
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CHORUS
m
Keep There's
1
the
a
Home- fires burn sil
-
ver
lin
-
ing*
-
ing*
1
Tho' your lads are far a -way They dream of the dark cloud in-side out,
Turn
—
i=8
1
While your haarts are yearn- ing*^ Thro' the dark clouds shin - ing-,
home. the boys
come home.
Copyrig-htjlQlS, by Asoherbergr Hopwood A Crew, Ltd., and published by special arrangement wtth Chappell A Co., Ltd., and Messrs Asoherberg*, Hopwood A Crew, Ltd .
20
Anvil Chorus (From
the opera,
II
Trovatore)
Cammanaro
GiusEPPi Verdi
Quickly
8
i 'queen,Wadbemy " ' "
Thy shield should be rhy bosom,To share
bi
39
Annie Laurie Lady John Scott
WILLIAM Douglass Moderately quick
3.
Where ear
the
dew,
Her brow is like the snow-drift. Her throat is like the fa' o'her fair y ly - ing- Is th' Like dew on th'g-ow-an
swan
iax-wel- ton's braes are bon-nie, 2.
M
f
-
ly fa's
\nd 'twas Her
And
feet
Fif F f
like
r
rr
Gave me her prom-ise true, ti^ue- Gi ise true there lere that Annie Lau-rie Gave me her prom-i'se That e'er the sun shone on, is the fair-est Th at e'er the sun shone on face it winds in summer sig-hing", Her voice is low and sweet,- Her voice is low and sweet, ;
;
rifiM hi Which ne'er
forg-ot forarot will be,
And dark blue
her
is
e'e,
And for bon-nie An-nie Lau-rie, Andfor bon-nie An-nie Lau-rie,
And she's a the world to me. And for bon-nie An-nie
i i
Lau-rie,
j
I'd
lay \ky lay lay
me doon "and deedet me doon and dee. me doon and dee.
Robin Adair i
HJ
(What's this dull town to
^,n,J3 i
me?
Ro
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was't
I
Scotch Air
j,|j^^
bink not near;
What wish'd to hear?| What made th'as-sem-bly shine? Ro-bin A dair; IWhat made the ball so fine? Ro bin was there;! Ro-bin A dair;» [But now thourt cold to me, IBut now thou'rt cold to me Ro-bin A - dairj) IWhat
I'd I'd
TfifTfi^iri ,^ipii
Caroline Keppel
wished to see,
-
2.
rii
Where's
all the joy
and mirth
»
I
WTiat,when the play was o er
-
3.
,
Yet
him
I
loved so well,
J
i
That made
this
What made Still
in
town a heav'n on earth? Ohltheyre all f led with thee,Ro-bin heart so sore? Oh! it was part- ing* with Ro-bin heart shall dwell, Oh! I can ne'er for- g-et Ro-bin
my my
A A A
I
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-
dair. dair. dair.
40
Hail To The Chief
WALTER SCOTT
Sir
James Sanderson
.Mcujestically
Hail to the chief who in triumph ad-van-c^s, Hon-ored and hless'd be the ev.ergreen pine! is no sapling,chance-sownby the fountain, Blooming at Beltane, in winter to fade,- When the Row,vassals, row for the pride of the Highlands! Stretch to your oars for the evergreen pine! ,
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3.
Ours
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f
u
il
f l
Long may the tree in his banner that glances, Flourish, the shelter and grace of our line, v^tiirl-windhas stripp'd evVy leaf on the mountain, The more shall Clan-Alpine exult in her shade Oh, that the rosebud that graces yon islands,Were wreath'd in a garland aroundhim to twine!
^HVM
ill
Hail to the chief ,w1io in triumph ad-van-ces, Hon-or'd andbless'dbethe ev-er.green pine! Ours is no sapling, chance-sown by the fountain,Blooming at Beltane,in winter to fadejWhenthe Row,vassals,row,for the pride of theHighlands! Stretch to your oars forthe evergreen pine!
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f
i
yfrf
l
f
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Long may the tree in his ban-ner that glances. Flourish the shelter and grace of our line whirl-uind has stripp'd eVry leaf on the mountain, The more shall Clan-Alpine exult in her shade Oh,that the rose-bud that graces yon islands,Were wreath'd ina garland around him to twine! .
Lively
f' ijJ^iljy i
.
i
j^.^ ui,, iij jH i
i
iuJhnjJu
Heavri send it hap-py dew,Earth lend it sap a-new; Gai- ly to bourgeon and broadly to grow,blow; Moor'd in the rift- ed rock, Proof to thetempest shock, Firmer herootshim,the ruder it 0,that some seedling gem,Worthy such noble stem, Honor'd and bless'd in their shadow might grow
Whileev-'ry hi ghlandglen,Sends our shout back againVRoderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! i-e-roe! " Menteith and Breadalbane, then, Echo his praise a-gain,''RoderighVich Alpine dhu,ho! i-e-roe!" Loud should Clan-Alpine then. Ring from her deepmost glen''Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu.ho! i-e-roe!"
41
The Last Rose Of Summer
^reat Irish lyric poet, did for Irish folk songs what Burns did for his native land ''The Last Rose of Summer" is among his most famous songs, having achieved great pcpularity through its interpolation into the ever popular and beautiful opera "Martha'bV Flotow, to whom the authorship of the song is sometimes erroneously attributed. The air is an ancient one, called the ^'Groves of Blarney',' which in turn was taken from a more ancient Celtic melody.
Thomas Moore, the
those
of
Irish air
Thomas Moore
i'Tis the"^
AH her I
!
!
I
last rose of summer, Left blooming- a - lone; love- ly companions Are fad - ed and g-one;
No
flower of her kindred
I'll
not leave thee,thou lone one, To pine on the stem; Since the love-ly are sleeping-, Go sleep thou with themj
Thus kind-ly
soon may I fol - low, When friend-ships de-cay, So And from love's shining- cir-cle The g-ems drop a - way,
When true hearts lie withered
scatter
I
^^^^^^^ LSK
No
rose-bud
Thy leaves
And
is
If r
Oh,
who would
in
e-ive g-ive sig-h for sig-h. si'g-h sig-h. g-arden Lie scent -less and dead hab-it This bleakworld a -lone .
-
i
i
AH Through The
H. BOULTON
.
Where thy mates of the
fond ones.haye flown.
Attributed to
1
r
To fele- fleet back her blushes, Or
nig-h. ig-h,
o'er the bed
p
Night
Old WELSH Air
I
Sleep, my child, and peace at -tend thee All thro' the nig-ht; the moon her watch is keep -in g- All thro' the nig'ht;
2. While
Guardian
an-g-ele-
While the wea- ry
i
A
i
'i>
J-
J
.
J
God will send thee, 'All world is sleep- ing- All
:
r
r
I
f
1^ thro' thro'
the nig-ht, Soft nig-ht. O'er thy spir
.the
J r'
J
J
-sy it
hours are creeping-, g-en
-
tly steal -ing",
J
i
and vale in si um-ber steeping", I my loving- vig- - il keejiing- All thro'the nig-ht. Visions of die-lig-ht re-veal-ing-,Breathes a pure and ho- ly feeling-, All thro'the nig-ht
Hill
m
A.
42
Sweet and Low Joseph Barn by
ALFRED Tennyson Slowly
^
1.
Sweet and low,
2.
Sleep and rest,
Low.
low.
Rest,
rest,
sweet and low, and rest,
Wind
breathe and blow,
Wind
Fa -
sleep
moth
on
-
west
of the ther will
of the west Fa- ther will come
er's breast,
-
come to
ern thee
seaj soon:
sea;
soon
thee
to
m T O O
Fa
ver
-
the
wa
ters
g^o
Come from
ver
the
wa
ters
go,
Come
in
the
to
his
nest, babe.
ing*
-
from
the all
out
sails
out
o.f
i1
—
and blow
moon moon
sails
babe come
his will
to
ther
-
-
dy
r
ing-
come
ther will
-
Fa
r
roll
-
and of
Blow him a
-
Sil
ver
Sil
ver
to
g'ain
blow
the
west,
the
west
Un
-
der
the
sil
-
moon
ver
m
m
p
raill e
d im. J
m
1
m
'
?
J
1'
While my
lit- tie
one,
while
my
lit- tie
one
sleep,
Sleep,
the
my my
pret-ty one pret-ty one,
r-
sleeps.
sleep.
43 Michael w. Balfe
Killarney Moderately
i
By Kil-lar-ney>s lakes and fells, Enrfrald isles and windinf bays.Mountain paths and passing- sig-h But man's faith can In - nis -fal -len's ruined shrine May sug-g-est a No place else can charm the eye With such brig"ht and varied tints, EVry rock that 3 Many-voiced the e-cho dwells, Makes each sound a harmony 4. Music there for 1.
2.
;
.
j
fprr
I
f
rnrirr ;ffircrr i
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i Koodls^nd dells, Mem'ry ev - er fond- ly strays, Bounteous nature loves all lands, bayj Cas-tle Loug-h and Glena ne'er de-cline Such God's wonders floating" by you pass by, Ver-dure broiders or besprints, Vir-g>in there the g-reen g-rass g-rows, ec-sta-sy. With the charmful tints be - low cho-rus swells, Till it faints in ^
,
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il
J
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1^
r
where, Foot-prints leaves on man-y strands^ Mu- cross you must pray Moun-tains Tore and at Ea-g-le's Nest; Still Ev - *ry morn spring's na - tal day, Brig*ht-hued ber-ries daff the snows, that we know, Seems the he av'n a - bove to All rich col - ors vie,
wan
Beau-ty
Jij^rall
-
ders
ev
. 'rj*^ -
^dim.!PP f^aim.VJ^ a tempo
^
I
But her home
Is
i
,
r
sure -ly there! Ang'els fold their wing's andrest, In that E- den Tho' the monks are now at rest Ang'els wonder not that man There would fainproSmil-ing' win- ter's frown a- way. Ang'els oft- en pausing' there, Doubt if E- den Ting'e the cloud-wreaths in that sky. Wing's of ang'els so mig-ht shine, Glancing* back soft is
.
^
f
•
•
—*3f
*f *
the West, Beauty's home, Kil long" life's span. Beauty's home, Kil were more fair, Beauty's home, Kil
-
Beauty^ home, Kil
-
of
lig-M^ di
-
vine,
-
lar lar lar lar
'
ney, ney, ney.
Ev-er Ev-er Ev - er Ev-er
fair fair fair fair
Kil -lar- ney. Kil -lar- ney. Kil - lar- ney. Kil - lar.ney.
44
Wearing* Of The Green
Dion Boucicault
Irish Air
Moderately
1.
2. 3.
Pad-dy,dear, and didyouhearthe news that's g-oing" round, The shamrock is for Then since the colhor we mustwear, is E ng"! an ds cruel red, Sure Ireland's sons will But if at last our col- or should be tomfromlreland's heart ,Her sons with shame and
i^irrrrifi'f fir '
grow on I-rish ground; Saint Patrick's day nomorew^llkeep,His color caiit be blood that they have shed; You may take the shamrock fromyour hat,and cast it on the sorrow from the dear, old soil willpartj iVe heard whisper of a country that lies far beyant the bid by law to
ne'er forg'et,the
«een, sod, say,
a blood-y law a-g"in' the take root and flourish still, tho' Where rich and poor stand e-qual, in the
For
there's
But
'twill
p
i
C
n
\\\
Wear -in' un lig'ht
\
\
-
o'
the Green;
der.foot'tis trod;
of freedom's day;
MM
I
I
When the
f
Oh.
FF
met with Nap-per Tan - dy and he tuk me by the hand And he said"Howspoorould law can stop the blades of grass from g-rowing* as they g-row, And when the leaves in E - rin must we lave you, driv-en by the tyrant's hand, Must we ask a moth-er's
FP rf
if
M
[ifF f fir lOirh'f
Ire-land, how dbes she stiand?" She's the most dis-tressful country, that and I I will chang"e the col- or sum-mer time their verdure dare not show} Then welcome from a strang-e but happy land? Where the cruel cross of Eng-land's thraldom
A
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Ik
L
I
I
Repeat as Chorus
C\
ev- er you have seen; They're hang'ing" men.and women there for wearing" of the green, But 'till that day, fll stick for aye to wearing- of the g-reen. in my cau-been, nev- er shall be seen, And where, in peace,we'll live and die, a - wearing" of the g"reen.
wear
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i
Mf
f
i
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45
Love's Old Sweet Song* G.Clifton Bingham
J.
L.
MOLLOY
With a moderately quick motion
in the dear dead days beyond re-call, When ontheworld the mists be-g-an to ven to-day we hear love's song" of yore, Deep in our hearts it dwells for-ev- er -
Once
1
.
2
•
B
-
Out of the dreams that rose in hap-py throng" fall, more, Fo ot- steps may fal - ter, wear-y grow the way,
F
I
ff FT f
i^nn
i
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Low to our hearts love sang" an we can hear it at the
Still
Ml
If
I
1
I
—
1
old sweet song", Arid
th e
ir1
du8k,wner e
Soft
fell tTie firij-lig'ht g'l earn,
-
ly
it
m ^
Refrain
^
,
i wove
to our found the sweetest song- of
it-seiT it- serf
in
-
And the flicKring* shadjOws
dream. all
r
'^^^^
.
r
*
^^"g' ^* t^i-lig-ht,
when the lig-hts axelow
m
—
M
m
1
-€
twi-lig"ht co mes ove's old SC ng",C omes loves old sweet 5
1
^
1—|S
^
r
come and
softly
3 long", Still to u s at
f
I
'r"r
•
£
>ong'.
.PITS
'
Because "Just a Song- at Twilig-ht" bring-s joy to the weary soul, wouldn't it be thoug-htful of you to send a copy of this book,full^f inspiration and happiness,to that friend who needs a little helpfpomyou? It will cost you but a few cents but will mean much to the friend .
46
Drink To Me Only With Thine Eyes
Ben Jonson
Old English air
me on - ly thee late a
1. Drinkto 2. I sent
with thine eyes, And I To - sy wreath, Not so
will pledg-ewith mine; hon'ring* thee
much
' • • ' " r " " ' Or leave a kiss with - in the cup, And I'll not ask for wine; As g-iv - ing" it a hope that there It could not withered he;
—
The But
m
from the
thirst that
thou there -on didst
soul doth rise, Doth ask a drink on^,^ ly breathe, And sent 'st it back
di
-
vine
me,
to
i Butmig'htl Since
F
when it
of Jove's nee -tar g-rows and smells, I
r
p
S
^
i
i
F
sip,
I
would not chang'e for
swear,Not
of
f
F
it
-
self
,
but
f=f=f
Believe Me, If All Those Endearing* Young*
thine. thee.
m Charms Irish Air
Thomas Moore Moderately slow ,
It
all those en - dear ing" young* charms;V^'Tiich I g'aze on so lieve me, if not while beauty and youth are thine own, And thy cheeks unprois
^ i
i
[If
p
F
f
r
1
fhf
Were to chang'e by to -mor-row, and fleet in my arms, Like fer- vor and faith of a soul can be known ^Towhich tear, That the ^
fond- ly to-day,
fanedbya
\\
P4
-
—
47
Believe Me,
K All Those Endearing* Young* Charms- cont
y g'ifts, fad - ing* a - way, time will but make thee more dear!
fair
Thou wouldst still be
as thi a - dored heart that has tru - ly loved
No, the
m moment thou art, Let thy nev-er for-gcetSjBut as
love- li-ness fade as it will; tru - ly loves on to the close;
And a - round the dear As the sun-flow-er
ra - in, each wish of my heart Would en-twine it -self ver-dant-ly still! turns on her g'od,whenhe sets, The same look which she turn'd when he rose!
ff1
I
f
fff ff
i
f?^-rnr^ r=Tf
The Harp That Once Throug-h Tara's Halls«TEVENSON SIR JOHN
THOMAS MOORE
r
1
.
2.
The harp that once thro' Tara's halls The soul of music shed Now hang-s as mute on No more to chiefs and ladies brig'ht The harp of Tara swells; The chord a-lonethat ;
h -L-J
P" Mh — HH
J
f
Ta - ra's walls As tho' that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So breaks at nig'ht Its tale of ru - in te lls T hus Freedom now so seldom wakes; The .
^
m
'
j
.l
'iJ
g-lo-rys thrill
i'
"hH'
is o'er, And
on-lythrobshe
g-ives Is
h-
Jii
KMiMj.J
hearts that oncebeathig-hfor praise Nowfeelthat pulse no more
when some heart,in-dig'nant,breaks,Toshowthat still shelives.
48
Kathleen Mavourneen Frederick N.Crouch
Mrs. JULIA CRAWFORD r>
1.
2
.
Moderately quick
is Kathleen Mar vourneen, the gray dawn is breaking", The horn of the hun-ter Kathleen Ma-vourneen, a> - wake from thy slumber sj The blue mountains g-lowin the
m
(2
m.
Small notes
iU heard on the sun's
hill,,•
Jj|
NJ^^:^H
|
The larkfromher lig-ht wing" the brig" ht dew is Ah! where is the spell that once hung* on my
.g-olden lig'ht;
Mb
to be sung" for
2d V.
l,'^f^ shak - ing" ing", numbers? A -
Kathleen Mavourneen, what! eau-ty tnou in thy beau-ty, thou
Kathleen Mavour-neenf what! slumb'ring* still? thy beauty, thou star of my nig^htj rise in
A - rise
t) f
J-
rs
f
i
p
r sium
-
star
1,/^
b'ring"
of
my
1
still? nig-ht!
Or hast thou
^
may be
^ for ev-er;
j
.
_
.
day
hast thou 'for- g-otten this think that from E-rin and
h
how soon we must
'sev-er? Oh! Ma-voar-neen,Ma^vour-neen,my sad tears are falling*, To
thee
ii
for- g'ot -ten
.
I
..
I
I
must part!
r:i-
y®*^«'
°^^y
\
i
^
p
—
we must part?)
i'l
Then why art thou
L
I
f
lent, thou voice of
r
i
:n
i
serrupl
my heart? It may
be for
Wheuyou realize that the song's in this book, if boug'ht separately in sheet form, would cost you from ten to fifty cents each and that you g"et all of them for but a few cents, you know it's mighty big- value. Why not tell others about it?
I
49
Kathleen Mavourneen-continued
years, and
may be
it
ev erj Then
for
why
art thou si-lent, Kathleen Ma-vourneen?
The Heart Bowed Down
Michael Wm.BALFE
(From "The Bohemian GirPO
M.W.B. Moderately alow
59
—
•
1.
• • • ^ • r r The heart bowU down by weig"ht of woe, To
2.
The mind
•
f
in
will
its
worst de-spair,
r
r
weak-est hopes
Still
pon-der
o'er
r' will
——
the
cling*,
To
past,
On
J
•
•
—r^y
•
and im-pulse while they f low,That can no com ments of de - lig-ht that were Too beauti-ful
thougrht
mo
-
com
can no beau-ti
I'll
-
ri
-
1
'ort
to
ful
bring*; last;
r
--o an-g'els
r r^F
i
r
1
l
.
ty. fail sing*. -o.
i
jj
p
^ f
Onward, Christian soldiers!
of
Je-sus
r
iTQ-ing* Ga-injr
1^
[
Is
i
M
on
le be
-
fore.
P
Over Joseph Barney
>f%jjj^ iJ jj,iJ iM 3
lljjj Jl • * * ^
i-
Now The Day
.
!
ii"iif
1
With the cross
wa
Sabine Baring -Gould
1 2.
g-o
I
T5 Marching* a 8 fo
a.
1^
l
lli.J,JJI,i,ill,^^^
Nowthe day is o - ver, Nig'ht is drawing* nig-h. Shadows of the ev'ning* Steal acrossthe sky. Jesus,givethe weary Calm andsweet repose WithThytend'restblessing.Mayour eyelids close. When the morningwakens.Then may we arise^^,all ye ci
m-
1
come ye -
p
A-des .te,
fi
lul
-
f
go
-
ing",
flow-ers.
i for
f
f
Soft breez Sun - shine
-
I
r
I'
es
blow
and
show
i
i'-r^f-HH
ing, Spring* time^spring* time, soon will not ers, Spring* time,spring' time, do
-
9^
i
1.
y Hop
hop,
hop!
2. Whoa,whoa,whoa! 3. Here, here, here!
Nim-ble as a
top,
Where
How like fun you
g-o!
Ver
dear;
Now
Yes,
my
p o-ny
here -
lay. ^
1—^
p*
Hop, Hop, Hop! ^
be de
GERMAN Folk Song
'tis sniootll
and where'tis stony lit - tie po - ny,
well, my with oats and
-
y.
hay
ill treat you,
to] top Nim-ble as a Hop.hop.hop.hop,hop! nv, Hop,hop,hop,hop,hop! lit - tie po PO - ny, our jaunt tho' roug-hand stony,Spare,spare,spare,spare,spare!Sureenoug'h we're there And with smiles will ev- er greet you, Po-ny, po-ny dear! Yes my pp - ny dear.
Truds-ea-lonc". 'my Trudg-ea-long-, 'mv Safe's
i
86
Row
Lightly
German Polk Song
li^ht-ly row!
row!
Lig-ht-ly
waves we
g-l ass -y
On
smoothly g'lide!
If f
'll r
I
the
si
-
lent
Let
tide
i
r
g'lide!
the winds and wa-ters be
t
rii^
Sing* and float! sing" and float I In
mmg^led with our mel-o-dy,
Smooth-ly
g-o;
i
rrfii rrfii-r
I
I
O'er the
itrf
our
I
boat.
lit-tle
At Pierrot^s Door French Folk Song
Moderately quick
^
J''|JJ
'
o
1 1
.With the moon's pale shim-mer, Lit-tle friend Fic is 2, See my Ian - tern flick- er, Now the lig-ht 1
m
m
I
g*lim
-
thick
^
mer -
er,
•
j
J
(J
^
On the fall en Round and round a •
r
• r
„
l
-
j
Shines thy can -die's Now the snow fall*.
M a
g-o
"
• F
I
snow. Lend bout. Gusts
-
But a word to Lo, the nig"ht is
I
r
I
f
f f
\
1.W
Oile
old!
Of>e a nd
rrriL^i[
pen, I hel - ter
tiire-well
A'
m
g^ive
f
to
me ft
1
pray -
skel
— thee.
-
ter,
rr^ r
1
i
write,
K..
1
out;
ft 1
|J"inji 1
re*),
«
p
I I
-
sa.y thee sh el-ter f^
p
f
i.nij
ij
i
Ere Ere
I
g-o
I
die
p
to-nig"ht. of cold!
p p
i"
n
When
Waltz time
I l.When
I
^JF la
dy,
-
was a
la
la
a
dy,
-
la
English Singing Game
And when
dy,
-
iJFFijfruf
}
a
dy, a
-
87
Was A Lady
I
la
•m m dy was
-
'
^
"
'
'
ij
f
•— J way, and
—
And
I,
this
I
was
f
f
—
T.
j
that Way,
1
And
cresc.
this
2 3
:
.
way, and that way, And when
When I was a young* g-irl When I was a dancer etc
,
I
was a
etc
la
WhenIwas When I was
4. 5.
,
la*dy was
a
dy,
-
I.
a young* man, etc. a soldier, etc.
For this motion song a leader is chosen who, while the first verse is being: sung, imitate:, thf actions of a lady, curtseying first to the left then to the right. Another leader is chosen for each of the characters in the other verses. The other children imitate the motions of the leader.
Susy, Little
Susy
Polk Song
Translation
sung* in Hansel and, Gretel
HtJMPERDINCK
i 1.
2.
p
Su Su
-
sy, lit -tie
-
sy, lit -tie
J'
J'
bare- foot
sup
-
per
Su Su
-
ay, sy,
now what
i
$
is
the
some pennies
JMJ'
^
be- cause they've no shoes. ot sug* - ar and whey.
I
J'J^
JMf
no last has sleep on the
r
I
he^
straw.
i
J!
p
j
III
The
cob
I'll
sell
I
ji
news? The pray. To
-
I
I
a
lit-tle
il
I
bier has leath er my nice bed and
I I
I
buy
-
f f
Mi|
are g'O-ing*
g*eese
t III
but g*o
r ^
If
I
III
So he cannot make them the shoes, don't you see? Feathers will not tic - kle and mice will not g'naw.
rif iTii
r
r
88
Morning' Prayer K.D.Wiggins
Reverently
1
.
2.
for the nig-ht the thing's we should;
do
to
cjr
r
r
Fa - ther, we thank thee Help us
p
9 And To
for
be
the pleas - ant to oth - ers
morn
-
kind
ing"
lig-ht;
For
and
g-ood;
In
rest and food
and
we
in
all
do,
r
f lov
-
ing"
work
or
And
care, play,
To
all g-r
makes
that
ow mo re
lov
-
world ev
the
so 'ry
fair,
m
ing"
r
-
day.
i Used by
special permission of
The Willis Music Company, Cincinnati, Ohio, owners
1.
Sol-dier boy,
proud
-
ly the
Boy
Soldier
Quickly
sol
-
dier boy,,
where
Red,White and Blue?
of the copyrig-ht
Pm
are you
g*o
-
g-o
ing*
-
to
ing-,
my
"Wav
coma
-
-
_
in g*
try where
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Soldier Boy—Continued
du
ty
-
call
is
-
a
If you'll be
ing",
m
you maycome
sol-dier boy,
i
too.
The Robin Walter
to
p
1.
Dear
2.
Ver-y
rob-in perch'd up
Chirp
a tree, well, rob-in, since you will not play,
lit -tie
in
I
m
hap -py and free;
moment more stay
J
Come Rude
in, lit
-
ing*
shall
H.
Aiken
p p p and hop-ping* so not with you one
dear rob-in, and play with me! rob-in, pray, hearwhat I say!
-tie
Rob -in! Rob- in!
4
1
71
A
/
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robrob-
in! in!
|C
play
|L
_
with me;
-rob-in, g-ood-day;
L-J
Rob
=^1
J -
in
!
Rob-in!
rob rob
-
in!
-
in!
with play rob - in, g-ood
me. -
dayi
i fry Used by special permission
of
The Willis Music Company, Cincinnati, Ohio, owners of the copyrig-ht
90
January and February
Jane B.Walters
1.
2.
When When
German Polk Song
Jan-u -ar - y days are here,The ere,The air is crisp,the crisp.the sky is ciear,Come clear.Come joinoul*outdooi ioinoutc Feb-ru-ary north winds blow, LakeWll and road are heaped with snow,Come join our in-door
J5£
plays, 'lays. plays,
Come join ioin our 6ut-door Come join our in-door
l^For ^For o'er the ice we're erlid g*lid - ino* ing" Likelit-tle g-ob-lins hop - ping-'
nlavs. plays. plays.
down
the hill we're sliding*, Or in a bob-sled rid-ing* In Jan-u -ar-y featn-ery corn is popping" In salt-y pan soon dropping",In Feb -ru-ar - y
^Tis Spring-time
Jane B.Walters
Or The
days. days.
SUSSMAYER
i T is
spring" time, 'tis Tis spring" time, 'tis
spring* time,Cold win-ter is spring- time, All na-tiire's re
•
-
-
past; born;
Warm
breez-es are Sny Howt ers, fresh
-
J
f 4 blow-ing- And grass-es The
I
I
r
May's here at hill- sides a
If
r
last; -
dorn;
The birds are re - turn- ing", Their The or- chards and wood-lands With
i I
jii'^ni
J' son^s col
-
the air; ors are gray.
fill
And
mea-dows are
The
g-lad
earth re
-
Jj F
|
J^J J| |
fair, smil - ing* With blossoms so joic - es Throug-h all the brig-ht day
* * * ff|--|.,f [fffif f
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Farewell To
Jane B.Walters
-
^
SWABIAN FOLK SONG
When
1.
2. -
91
Summer
the nights grow cold, And Jack Frost bold Creeps forth at setting sun^ Leaves will turn to Friend-ly birds take wing And no lon-ger sing On branch or tree-top high,- Cold gray clouds are
1
m
.
m
4J
fred and brown, Soon they in
4rus rustling down, Fallrng,f all ing. Suni-mer-time is done 11 all com^ the sky, Flowers droop and slow-lv die Fad-ing, fad-ing, Sum-mer-time, good-bye
The
Jane B.Walters
Birds^ Return
.
Bohemian Folk Song
the birds are here a- gain With their hajipy voic- es- Nois-y sparrow, wren so bright, ihe ground and in the air See their colors flash-ing; Ro-bin dear, with breast of red, 8 Thro' the woods and pastures green Featherti hosts are flying, Meadow-lark with war-ble gay, 1.
All
2,
On
.
Chirp and sing from morn till night, 'tf!lHng us of springs de-light. Ev-ry-one re - joic-es. Scratch-ing in the gar- den bed, Blue-bird calling o -ver-head To and fro they're dashing. Bob-White whistling all the day, Mock-ing-bird in coat of gray. To their calls re- plying
Slumber Song*
Translation
Franz Schubert
1. Slum -ber, slum- ber, ten-der lit-tle flower, Mother's loving care doth a round thee twine,2. Slum-b«r, slum-ber, lit-tle fad-ed flower. Still doth mother^s love around thee glow.
|'"M;n^i
|
f
^iJ7l
Sweet and rest - ful be this hour Strong-er is it than earth-ly powV
|
—
I
Sooth-ing
Lji
\
Um
lull-a-by of Guarding thee where e^er thy spir-it fall
this
^dS^^d^^^dh
mine go
til
92
The Farmer
In The Dell
fill j l.The farm
oh
Mj:
I'i
I
Heig-h
.^
English Singing Game
Lively
-
er
the
in
the
der
-
The farm-er
dell,_^
ry
oh,
11
J
The
farm-er
the
in
in
the
dell,
dell,
f The farmer takes a wife, etc. The wife takes the child etc. 4. The child takes the nurse, etc, 5. The nurse takes the dog*, etc. 2.
3.
6.
7.
,
8.
9.
The dog- takes the cat, etc. The cat takes the rat, etc. The rat takes the cheese, etc The cheese stands alone, etc.
The children form a circle. One of them, representing the farmer, stands in the center and while the second verse is being sung, chooses "a wife'.' This one chooses "the child" and so on until "the cheese" is selected when the game is repeated.
The Farmer English Singing Game
Waltz
show you
1.
Shall
I
2.
Look,
'tis
m
thus,
thus
how
the that the
m
farm-er, shall I show you farm-er, look, 'tis thus, thus
f
ij
r
how
the
that
the
r
r
i
i r
r larm-er. Shall I show you how the farm-er fai'rn-er, Look,'tis thus, thus that the farm-er
sows sows
I
r
bar -ley and his bar -ley and
his
wheat? wheat
V
As
show you how the farmer, etc. Reaps his barley and wheat.
show you how the farmer, etc. Threshes barley and wheat.
8.
Shall I
5.
Shall I
4.
Look 'tis thus, thus that the farmer, etc. Reaps his barley and wheat.
6.
Look 'tis
this
song
is
thus, thus that the farmer, etc. Threshes barley and wheat
sung, -the children imitate the farmer sowing, reapln.g and threshinghis wheat.
93
The Farmyard
Old London Polk Song
Lively
i
Up
was
iFeed-ing"
was
fUp ^'
t
Peed- ing"
I
on
fa
-
ther's
farm On a
of
my
fa
-.
ther's
I
on
of
my
fa- ther's fa- ther's
cows On a farm On a g-oats On a
m
i
May May May May
-
-
-
morn morn morn morn -
day day day day
inging' ing*
ing*
p
r
r
r
liOmit second time)] [2
i
i ear ear
ly,
ear
-
ly,
ear
-
a moo, moo here, and a moo, moo there, ly.With a nan, nan here, and a nan, nan there, ly. With
f f f t r trn; Ji^H i
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i
Here a moo, there Here a nan, there '
a moo, a nan, '
here a r pret-ty J here a pret-ty
moo;) )
^
.
pret-ty maids, come
I
nan;
i -
i g*ang"
a-
long" o'
me
To the
fffii
mer-ry
g-reenfields
and the farm -yard.
This song* may be continued by u«ing' the names of other animals and the sounds they make as sheep (baa-baa), ducks (quack-quack)
94
A
Capital Ship OLD English Folk Song
Spirited
A cap-i-tal ship for an o - cean trip Was the Walloping Win- dow Blind! No Th e b 6"- swa n's mate wa s ver-y se-date, Yet fond of a-muse-ment too; He The cap- tain sat on the commodore's hat, And dined in a roy - al way, Off laid a-side,Andwe ran the ves-sel a - shore On the All nau-ti-cal pride we On Rug ^ bug bark, from morn till dark, We dined till we all had grown Un i
I
I
i trou-bled the cap wirLd that blew dis - mayed her crew, Or play'd hop-scotch with the starboard watch,While the captain tickled
-
tain's
mind
toast- ed pigs and pickles and figs. And gun-ner-y Gul-i-by Isles where the Poo-poo smiles. And the rub - bly Up - dugs roar. up from the Tor.ri-bly zone. commonly shrunkjWhen a Chinese junk Came
i
The
.
crew. bread each day. the
And the And the And we She was
m
1
i
3 man
wheel was
made
Con - tempt for the wild-est blow-ow-ow,ThoMt gun-ner we had was ap-par-ent-ly mad,For he sat ontheaft-er rai- ai- ail, And cook was Dutch and be-haved as such, For the di - et he gave the crew-ew-ew, Was a ontheedgeof a sand - y ledge And shot at the whistling bee-ee-ee; And the sat chubby and square, but we didrit much care, Sowe cheer-i-ly put out to sea-ea-ea; And we at the
to feel
4
i
7
p
r
I
i
JJIJJJ
r
ten ap-peare ap-peared, when the gale had clear'd,That he'd been inhis bunk be fired sa - lutes with the cap - tain's boots. In the teeth of the boom-ing number of tons of cross buns Served hot up with sug-ar and cin-na-mon bats wore wa-ter proof hats As they dipped in the shin - y left all the crew of, the junk to ch ew On the bark of the Rug - bug
of
-
I
i
low. gale!
glue, sea tree.
A
Chorus
r
95
Capital Ship —Continued.
A
'
I
eigh ho Then blow, ye winds, heigh
rov- ing
-
I
let
m
cross the raging main
the
mu- sic play- ay- ay
Irn off tq
!
go!
my
!
Tm
for the
off
m more on
stay no no
Ill
i
f i'i'i'-iifiM.iinj Eng-lands shore, So
will
f
I
morn-ing train
love with a box-ing glove,Ten
i
!
I
Til
thousand miles a-way
Swing* Low^ Sweet Chariot Negro"Spiritual"
hm /\
/S
.
.1
CHORUS
hm
£
,
fo'
J.
to
car-ry
looked o-ver Jordan and get there be t^f * day ^ o. The brightest that* 4. Im some-times up and
me home. 2. If you .
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hm CHORUS
1. I
,
k
hm
LEADER /1''1:'^r°^
1
.
fta
I
1—J3.|
CHORUS
^ Com-in'
LEADER
LEADER
what did fore
I
ev-er
t I
see,
I
do,
saw,
some-times
>Comin'fo' to
down
CHORUS
A. band of angels com-in' after me, car-ry
my friends I'm com in' too, Comm'fo'to my sins a - way ) still my soul feels heavVi'-ly bound,
Tell all
me home, When .
But
m
t Jesus washd
-
•
car-ry
me home.
96 TRANSLATION Moderately quick ^
i ^
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1
.
2.
I
^
see, the
Johannes Brahms
•
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all sleep sound-ly lit -tie dust-man
—
f
'
Beneath the moons brig-bt ravjThey nod their heads toAt the window shows his head And looks for an-y
—r-^
^^^^^
,
Dustman
Little
r
The f low'rets
Now
The
^
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days ot yore, from Britain's shore,Wolfe the dauntless he-ro came, And planted firm Bri-' 2. At Queens-town Heights, and Lundy's Lane, Our brave fa-thers side by side, For freedom,homeSjand 3Our fair Do- min-ion now ex-tends From Cape Race toNootkaSound,May peace for-ev- er 4. On Mer-ry Eng-land's far famed land May kindHeaven sweetly smile, God blessOldScotland In
1.
^
,
,\
,
Ca-na-da's tan-ia's flag. On loved ones dear, Firmly stood and
be
our
ev
-
lot.
er- more,
And And
£
J
-
fair
no
-
do-main; Here may it wave our boast and pride, And bly died; And thosedear rights which they maintain'dWe a-bound; And may those ties of love be ours, Which
plen-teous store Ire- land^ Em-'rald Isle;
Then swell the song both loud and long,
Till
i
i
I I
r
' '
JiJj.li
in love to-geth-er, The This-tle, Shamrock, Rose entwine The Maple Leaf for ev-er. The Maple Leaf for ^v- or. swear toyieldthem never, Our watch word ev - er-more shall be. dis - cord can-not sever, And flour-ish green 6*er Freedom's home, The Maple Leaf for ev- erThe Maple Leaf for ev.er. rocks £ind for- est quiv-er, God save our King, andHeaven bless
join
Chorus
m
1
1
—
r The Ma-ple Leaf our
f
p
God
ev-er,
i
save our King* .
•
em-blem dear The Ma-ple Leaf for
J
9-
.
—
p
and Heav- en
bless
The
Ma-ple Leaf
p
for
ev-er. p.-
1
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102
March Of The Men Of Harlech
Harmonized
Welsh Poem translated
by Joseph Barnby
Welsh air
by William Duthia jn^f
March time
i
I
i
it
1.
2.
No proud Saxon e'er ap-palls 'us! of Har-lechl hon-or calls us, The' our mothers may be weep-ing", Tho' our sisters may be keep - im
Men
On we march! whate'er befalls US, Nev-er shall we fly! who now are sleeping* un On tne Watch itcn ror for some wiio the bat oai -tie-iieia -tie-field
boimd-ing",
bray ray
ing*
-
Forward, lig-htly Still tne atiii the trumpel trump et^s
,
^^^^^^^
Too tife tne trumpet's sounding*; Sounds on, ev - er say-ing*,
ForwjCrd ev - er, backward, ne'er, The Forward Th Let each bow- man pierce a foe, And
44 J
J haug-hty nev - er
foe as stop the
t ound-ing*;
jlay- ing:,
s
Fi g-ht for father, in-vaders Ti 11
s is
-
J
J
mot her,E ach 'is bound to fear us, A nd no Saxon
ter,
le arn to
f-
1
r
each' as brother
fkith in
c
ne an- oth - er, n near us,
We will win
or
tth
die!
rirp^-tirrr
1 I
An d with
:
r
r
1
Dip, Boys, Dip The
Oar F.
1.
2. 3.
on the moon-lig*ht on the sea, boys, Our boat is The zeph- yrs woo the spray, boys, Their laug*hter fills the What tho' the darkrocks frown, boys, Their home is on the
'Tis
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r
P
r
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F
'f
r
F
P
strand; air; s.hore;
Sarona
She We'll
When
1
Dip^ Boys, Dip
The
103
Oar-Continued Chorus
bids us all be free, boys, And seek a fair-er land bid them wake our song-jboys, And steal away our care. fair«r lands ap- pear,boys,Our dang'er swill be o'er.
Dip, boys, dip the oar.
m
1 f
Bid farewell to the dusky shore Freedom ours shallbe,As we cross the deepblue sea ;
Woodman, Spare That Tree Henry Russeli
GEORGE Pope Morris
1.
Wood-man, spare
2. 3.
That old fa- mil-iar tree, When but an i - die boy,
4.
My heart-string's round thee cling-jClose as thy bark, o^ friend !Here shall the wildbivd
me, sea, joy, sing-,
that tree!
sin-g-le bpug-h; In youth it sheltered ry and re-nown Are spread o'er land and
Touchnot a Its g-lo I
-
soug-ht its g'rateful shade; In
their g-ushing-
That 'Twas my fore - fa - ther s hand. pro-tect it now; ril would'st thou hew it down? Wood-man, for - bear thy stroke! Cut My Here, too, my sis -ters played; My moth - er kissed me here; And still thy branches bend. Old tree, the storm thou'lt brave, And,
And And
it near his cot. There, woodman, let it stand, Thy not its earth-bound ties; Oh! spare that a- ged oak, Now But fa - ther pressed my hand, For-give this foolish tear. woodman, leave the spot; While iVe a hand to save. Thy
placed
all
axe shall harm it not tow -ring" to the skies, I
oak stand axe shall harm it not
let that old
104
Santa Lucia Neapolitan Boat Song
With swinging- motion
1.
Now'neath the silver moon Ocean is
g-lowing", O'er
the calm bil-low Soft winds are blowing-;
-
Here balmy breezes blow,Pure joys invite us, And as we g-ently ro w, All thing's delig-ht us To thee, sweet Na-po-li,What charms areg-ivenj^Vliere smiles creation ,Toil blest by heaven.
A
Chorus
..Ji.Bj1»i
1
Har]y
ron -bound buck- et. The moss-cov-ered
-
i
M
lj'jjj
l
and the rock where the cat-a-ract
quick to the white peb-bled of re - g^ret will in
The tear
bot-tom
it
fell: fell^
fell.
trus-ive-ly swell.
iAi'H' The cot of my m\ Then soon, with the As
fan-cy
B.C. for
re-
Chorus
fa-ther,the dai-ry-house nig^h it. And e'entherude buck-et that hung" in the well, of truth o - ver - f low-ing". And dripping* with coolness, it rose from the well verts to my father's plan-ta- tion. And sig-hs for the bucket that hung" in the well.
emblem
ff
f
irrrif
^
firF
The
n^ ^FF
F
Spring* Dr.
1
S -
P
\
Hayes
\ 1
The Spring"
is
come, I hear the birds that sing from bush to bush. Hark!
hark!
3
s
* I
hear them
sing-.
The
lin
-
net and the
lit -
tie
wren,the black bird and the thrush.
107
Those Evening* Bells
Thomas Moore Moderately
Fine.
-9 1.
2. 3.
Those evening" bells! those eve-ning* bells! How man -y a tale their mu-sic tells, Those joy - ous hours have passed a-way; And man - y a heart that then was gay, And 'twill be when am g*one, That tune-ful peal will stil rinfi"
1
i
m
-9
DC
Of youth and home, and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing* chime. With - in the tomb now dark- ly dwells, And hears no more those evening- bells.
While oth- er bards
shall walk these dells,And sing-your praise^sweet evening* bells.
When The Swallows Homeward
Fly
^^^^^^
Carl Herlossohn
Franz Abt
When the swallows homeward fly, When the ro '- ses scatter'd lie, When from 2. When the white swan southward roves,To seek at noon the orang-eg-roveSjWhen the 1.
3.
Hush,my heart! why thus complain?Thoumust^too,__thy woes contain,
Tho' on
nei - ther hill fior dale Chants the sil - v'ry nig-hting-ale In these words my bleeding* red tints of the west Prove the .un has g-one to rest; In these words my bleedingearth no morewe rove,Loud-ly breathing* words of love ;Thou,my heart, must find re;
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thus thy im heart Would to thee itsg*rief im-part,Wben I ' heart Would to thee its g-rief im-part,When I thus thy im lief, Yield-ing* to these wordd belief shall see thy form I
a
;
Can I Can I, Though
ah can ah can to da
e'er e'er
f
know re-pose, Can know re-pose, Can
we part
g^^-g-ain,
Z2_
I I
Thoug*hto
ah
can
ah, can
day
I I
lose, lose,
ag-e ag'e -
g'ain.
know repose? know repose? part a-g*ain.
e'er e'er
we
42-
108
Go To
Lena Darling*
Sleep,
(Emmet's Lullaby) J.K.E
J.K.
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1
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Emmet
H
MM
J
J
Close your eyes, Le - na, my darling- ,While I sing- your lul-la - by; Fear thou no bethe morn-ing*, my darling-^henyou ope your eyes Sunbeams g-iow all
2. Brig'ht
m
-^m:
mm
iff^f
z
t
^
n
[;iiiJ.iii
round you^Le- na, Peace be with thee,love,mydarling*, Blue and cloudless be the
^^^^^^ nig-h you, Lena dear. Ang-els g-uide thee,
Le-na dear, my darling*,
«
Noth-ing: e-vil
sky for Lena dear. Birds sing'theirbrig'ht song's for thee,my darling-jPull of sweetest
m can come near; Brig-htest flowers blow for thee. DarlingAn-g'els ev- er mel - o - dyj hov-er near, Darling-
ba-by dear to me. ba-by dear to me.
s
Go
to
P
sleep,
p
g-
r
0
r—m
to
'
sleep, my bai_-
i
by,
my
ba
-
by,
my
ba
-
by.
—
I Go to sleep,my ba-by,
ba
-
by,
oh, bye,
Go
r to
sleep,
Le-na
—
f»
sleep.
109
The Loreley Friedrich Silcher
Heinrich Heine With a moderately quick motion
1
3
know
I
.
The most
2.
It
.
not what
beau
-
seiz
-
ti
-
maid
ful
es with
it
pre
is
re
wild
sa
. -
-
clin
yearn
est
fees,
ing*
-
ing",
That
On
th«
The
m i am
so sad to so won - drous boat-man, entr an c'd in his I
cliff,
a
-
break
ing*^
Will She is
ers,
He
g-es
-
shin
-
day;
A
fair,-
Her He
skiff:
p^.j;
j.
my
tho'ts
her
g"old
not from
comb
-
ing*
g'az
-
es
a
-
leg"
-
end of for ri-ous jew-
mer
-
are sees not the treach-er - ous g*lo
I
-
^^^^ a en
-
lone on
els
the
-
way. haircliff.
The "With
HH
p.-
^^^^^^^ air
on, cool and it dar-kles, The Rhine flows calm-ly song* there-by, comb she combs it. And sing's a the waves en.gulf them, Both boat and boat-man strong*, is
g-oid
-
soon will
/7,
en
tPimjnn
ji
peak thrills
thus
a
An^d
^
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N
/"^
of the moun-tain sparkleJS n the g"l ow of th e eve-ning* siin. with its mys - tic mean -ing", And pow-er-ful mel - o - dy. in her toils hath she bound them The Lore - ley with her song*. .
The That
For
110
The
Little
Brown Church
In
The Vale
W.S.P.
1.
2.
William
There's a church in the valley by the wild-wood, No How sweet on a brig-ht Sabbath morning* To f*'*^
1
lov list
-
s.
Pitts
li - er place in the dale; to the clear ring'ing' bell;
•
•
H No Its
spot is so dear to my childJill hood As the lit- tie brown church in the vale. tones so sweet -ly are call - ing", O come to the church in the vale.
Come
to the church inthe wildwood,0
come to the church in the
O come, come,come, come,come,come,come,come,come,come,come,come,come,come,come,come,
After 2nd verse,repeat Cho.jpp
dale-
come,come,i,come,No spot is so dear to
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Come, With Thy Lute Come, with thy lute,tothe fotintain; Sing- me a song of the mountain; Sing- of the hap-pyand Come, where the zephyrs are straying,Where,mid the flowerouds play-ing*, Rambles the blithe summer 3 Why should we droop in our sadness? Nature, her promise of gladness Sheds o-ver land and o'er 1.
2.
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beesea;
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There,while the ray is de - clin - ing, While its last ro-ses are shining, Sweet shall our He who de-spairs of the morrow. Far to his Let the lone churl, in his sorrow, Come,bring thy lute to the fountain, Sing, love, a song of the mountain; Sweet shall our
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sol-i-tude mel-o-dies
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tree,
Under the broad
cy- press tree, Under the dark lin . den tree, Under the broad
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Ancient Melody
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school-days now are past and g^one, And yet we 2, Long* will our hearts re-call each joy That bound us ir
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lin-dentree.
Under the lin-den
Graduation Song* f
lin-dentree. cy.press tree
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Un-der the lin- den tree
i:
fond in
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here; ere; here;
infill
irjiijitJl'J
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Un-der the broad Un-der the dark Un-der. the broad
George Cooper Moderately quick
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Lute — Continued
Come With Thy
F6r sweet each joy F6r "T is sad to 3 V that we have known: 'Tis For time can nev - er-more de-stroy The lig'ht of
-
ly
lin-g-er
sweet friendship
comrades part from fromco:
mem-'ry
burn-ing*
dear. The world before us brig-ht-ly lies, Yet here fond mem ry loves to dwell; With clear. Of oth-er scenesand oth,- ercaresOur lips mustnow their story tell; Each
cresc.
,
w,/*
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saddened hearts and dew- y eyes We bid to all a sweet fare-well! heart your ten- der mem-'ry shares, Teach-ers and comrades, now fare-well!
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H Fare -well! Fare-well!'
o
Fare Fare
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well well
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We bid to all a sweet fare -well! Teach-ers and com-rades, now fare-well!
112
Ye Olde
Folkes^ Concertte''-
The songs "Revolutionary Tea'' "Cousin Jedediah" and "Sound the Loud Timbrel" are examples of those which may be used to advantage in an Old Folks Concert. Programs of this type, made up of songs and recitations selected from among those popular in the days of the old time"Singing School',' with the performers appropriately costumed, can be given in any community and are great fun. The more elderly people enjoy them because they bring back memories of an institution which, like the spelling match and husking bee, was important from a social standpoint. The younger people and children will be entertained by taking part in a program similar to one in which their grandparents often participated.
Revolutionary Tea js
i 1. There
2.
3. 4.
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was an
old la - dy lived o - ver the sea, And she was an Is - land mother, dear mother," the daug-hter replied, sha'n't do the thing* you And so, the old la-dy her servant called up, And packed off a budg-et of The tea was conveyed to the daug-hter's door, All down by the o - cean's
"Now
s tea; side;
Her daug-hter lived off in a new countrie,Withan o - cean I'm will - ing* to pay a fair price for the tea, But nev- er e - noug"h for And ea-g'er for threepence a pound, She put in And the bouncing* g-irl pour'd out ev - 'ry pound In the dark
wa- ter
be
The
three penny larg-e fam-i
"You
Queen, ax,
—
*
boil
-
ing*
She
And
tide;
nev- er con - tent you're
ir—
-
ed
a and
—
wr old la- dy's pockets were full of g-old, But shall/'quoth the mother, and redden'd with rag-ef For order'd her ser-vants to bring* home the tax, Dethen she called out to the Is-land Queen, "O,
was
my own daug-hter, you
of the
So she called see bey,
Glaring* her child should o mother, dear moth- er," quoth she,
And Or "Your
pay her a tax, Of threepence a pound on her tea, daughter should pay Her mother a tax on her tea, most woman grown, She'd half whip her life away, st^ep'de-noxigh, But nev~er a tax from me,
sure,
old
tea
on her daughter to quite pro - per the as she was, and alyou may have when 'tis 'tis
Of three pence a pound on her tea. Her moth - er a tax on her tea." She'd half whip her life a - way. But nev - er a tax from me."
113:
Cousin Jedediah H.
S.
Thompson
to Oh! Jacob, gcet the cows homeandputthemin the pen,Forthe cousins are a-coming' Now, 0-bed,washyourface,boy,andtallowupyourshoes,WhileIg*otosee Aunt Betty, and 3. And, Job,you peel the onions,and wash and fix the'taters,We'll have them on the table inthose 4. Tell Josh to put the colt in the double seated chaise,Lethimjust card down the cattlejg-ive 1.
2.
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tur-key's on the fire, us all a-g-ain; dowdy's in the tell her all the news,- And, Kit - ty, sli ck your hair,and put on your Sunday g-own, shin -y painted waiters Put on your bran new boots ,and those trousers with the straps, U - ri - ah. I'll wear my nice new bell-crown I boug-ht of old them a lit -tie hay;
see
;
Aii3^e For Aunt So And I
-
Cous - in Jed - e - di - ah all must g-et read-y for Cousin Jed - e - di - ah comes rig-ht from Bos-ton town. phia'U take a shine to you, if you look real slick, per - haps. g-uess we'll as-ton-ish our Cous - in Jed - e - di-ah
Chorus
i And
Cousin Jed-e
-
di
-
'ah , There's
Az-a-riah. And Aunt Sophia
And
Hezekiah
H com-ing-here
m H
All
m
WO]a'^t
w e have a
to
tea;
Oh!
won't
Jed-e -di
j'
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we have a
WTi
jol
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f ah
J
ly time.
Oh!
F F F
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jol
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ly time! J e
-
ru-sha,put the ket-tl e
0 n, We'll all
tak a
tea.
114
Sound The Loud Timbrel With spirit
Charles Avison
I.Sound the loud tim-brel
e - ho - vah has tri-umphd His His word was our ar-row, His
E-g^pt's dark- sea
o'er
2. Praise to the con-quer- or,
Praise to
1
Lor d:—
the
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peo-ple are free,breath was our sword
Sing,
ho Who
for
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the pride
shall re -turn
pi
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of
the
ty
to
tell
E
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rant
is
gypt the
bro-ken,- His - ry Of
sto
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chari-ots. His horse-men all splen-did and brave,- How vain was th?ir boast-ing, the those she sent forth in the hour of her pride? The Lord hath look'd out from His
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Sound The Loud Timbrel-c ontinued
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Lord hath but spoken, And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave pU- lar of glo-ry. And all her brave thousands are dashd in the tide
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Sound the loud tim-brel o'er E- gypt's 'dark sea; Praise to the Con-quer-or; Praise to the Lord
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Je - ho - vah has tri-umphd,His His word was OUT ar- row His
—
peo-ple are free, peo-ple are free, His peo - pie are free, His peo-ple are free, breathkWas our sword, breathwas our sword, His breath was our sword His breath was our sword
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Ganndt .Sing The Old
Soflg-s *
Mrs. C.B.
Mrs. Charlijs
Barnard
Slowly
l.I^ 2. I 3. I
sing- the old song's, I sang- lon^ years a- g-o, For heart and voice would is sad and deep jTheir melodies \ so^^[1i|jrctf?irm cftar sing" tne old so^^Th(|ir i^m^ a^ g"ain Of g-old-en drdams des sing* the old sqpgi^^Qr^iiiribns hina'tn le*i,v«vnu n g-bing'to leave you now. 2 Fare-welljladies! Fare-well, ladies! Fare-well, ladies We're^oing- to leaveyounow. 3 Sweet dreams, ladies !Swjiet dreams.ladies! Sweet dreamsjadies! We're g-oing- to leaveyounow. .
.
!
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Mer-ri-ly we roll along',RoIl along-jroll along',Merr ily We roll along-, Ovei^j-he dark blue sea
117
The Bull- DogMale
1.
2 3
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4
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College Song Voices
Ohl the bull-dog* on the bank Oh! the bull-dog* stoop'd to catch him Says the monkey to the o Wl Pharaoh's daug-hter on the bank Solo, First
Oh! the bull-dog" on th«s Oh! the bull-dog" stoop'd to Says the monkey to the Pharaoh's daug-hter on the
Bass
And the
bull-frog" in the pool,
And the snapper caug"ht his paw, " Oh what'll you have to drink? '* !
Mo
Little
-
ses
in the
pool.
Chorus Lively (male Quartette)
Air
bank, catch him,
owl bank. Solo, Second C30ND
Bass
Oh! the bull-dog* on the bank, And the Oh! th« bull-dog* stoop'd to catch him, And the Says the monkey to the owl: "Oh! Pharaoh's daug'hter on the bank, Lit-tle
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And the bull-frog* in the pool, And the snapper caug-ht his paw, you have to drink? Little Mo-ses in the pool.
*'Oh! what'll
A
green old water-fool bull-frog* in the pool , The bull- dog" called the bull-frog", snapper caug"ht his paw, The pol- ly-wog"died a laug"hing', To see him wag" his jaw, what'll you have to drink?""Wliysinceyouare so very kind, I'lltake a bottle of ink.'* Mo-ses in the pool, She fish'dhimoutwitha telegTaphpole,Andsenthimoff toschool.
Sirig-ing* ng
tra la
la latla la Ueil-i
la, -
Sing-ing"
o
tra la
la la (la la Ueil-i
Sing"ing*
la, -
o
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Repeat^ J'''i
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tralala la la
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la,sing"ing*
tralalalala
la,
Trala lala,tralalala,tralala|la
la
la.
Ueil-i -o.
Sailing* Godfrey Marks
1.
2.
ho! my lads, sail-or^s life
Y heave The
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thewind blows free, A is bold and free, His
pleas- ant gale
m
home
is
on
is
on
the
roll
our
lee;
ing
sea,-
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And And
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3
a
w
a- cross the o-cean clear er heart more true or brave
Our gal
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ant bark shall brave - ly steer. the wave;
Than his who launches on
Biit
ere
we
A
far
h
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sail -ing-,
ing*.
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k
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m-
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ver the
t
ound-ing* main
For man-y
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a storm
t
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wi nd shall blow
1"
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home a
Jack comes3
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Sail- in^
g*ain!
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v«r the
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storm^ wi nd shall blow ere Ja ck oomes home
main, For man-y a
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sail
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De Bezem
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(Round) great fun, whether the singers can pronounce the words correctphonetic pronunciation, with translation is given below.
This Dutch rbund
The
ly or not.
is
Prom The Netherlands
De
PRONUNCIATION:
Da bay-sum, da
bay -sum,
TRANSLATION:
The broom,the
broom, What
3
be-zem, de
M
Way
We
er mee,
air
4 p
p
r
ve- g*en er mee, Wij fay-gan air may, Way sweep with it, We
Wij
Wat doe je er mee? may, Wat doo ya air may? do you with it. What do you with 'it?
be-zem,Wat doeje Wat doo yS
Dutch WORDS:
'p
p
p
ve-g'en er fay-gan air
sweep with
r
p
mee, De vloer aan, de may, Da fluur on, da
The floor
it,
up, the
vloer
aan,
fluur
on. up.
floor
Three Blind Mice (.Round)
1 -s
^
Three blind
L_
J. #
See
how
ran af-ter the farmer's wife.
She
mice.
Three blind mice,
they run,
See how they
3
run!
They
all
carving" knife,- Did ev-er
you see such a
thing* in
your
cut
life,
off their tails
with
As three blind mice
?
Jing-le^ Bells J. p.
J.PlERPONT
Quickly
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1.
2
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the
o'er
•
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r snow
Dash-ing* thro' the day or two a - g"o Now the g-round is white,
—
3.
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I
fields
In
thoug-ht
—
I'd
Go
—
it
o - pen sleig-h, take a ride while youVe young",
And
—
,
i =t:
i
we
soon Miss
Fan-nie
Was
g-irls
And
Brigrht to-nig-ht,
y
/ ^ Laug-h-ing-
—
g-o,
Take
the
'
one horse
a
I
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r
seal
ed
-
all
the
way;
—p
by
my
side; song";
Just
i
this sleig-h-ing"
sing-
The
*
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—
•
—
B^Us
on bob -tail ri'ng'j horse was lean and lank,
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P
M^k
Mis
=
for for
-
Two
bob-tailed nag-,
a
g-et
•
JTT
-
ty
-
for
.
— —
-
—
'
fun
it
g-ot
in
-
hitch
him
?
r
L
1
!n
'
brig-ht, lot,
What
speed,
Then.
He
—
ji-
—
^
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A
is
to
ride
and
to to
a an
drift o -
ed bank, pen sleig-h.
sing"
^
f
?
r
sleig-h-ing" song- to
And And
——— —— ?
his
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its
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tune seem'd his
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spir
ing"
-
:
m
m
we
we,
nig-ht sot.
-
up
g"ot
-
crack! yo if 11 take the
lead.
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Chorus {Accompamed hy jingling glasses) J.
J Jin-g-le bells! jin-g-le. bells! Jin-g-le
aU
^ the
,
.')
Oh, what fun
way!
-fi
4-
it
is
7
y
?
p
7
Jl
I
I
to ride
L.
In
a
one-horse
o
-
pen
sleig-h! J2.
In
a
one-horse
o
-
pen
sleig-h!
My
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Bonnie
College Song
JljlMililJUjI;. o-verthe o-ce^, My Bon-nie is o-verthesea, MyBon-nie is Bon-nie is O blow,yewinds^ blow, ye windSjO-ver the o-cean Andblow,ye winds,over the sea Last nig'ht as I lay on my bed, Lastnig-ht as I 3. Last nig'ht as I lay. on my pil - low, 4 The winds have blown over the ocean ,The winds have blown over the sea,The winds have o^x-n 1.
My
2.
O
,
,
.
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ri
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M ilfinrnrM Chorus
i my Bonnie to me. my Bonnie to me.' I dream'd that my Bonnie was dead. ( And bro't back my Bonnie to me. O And
o-verthe o-cean, o-verthe o-cean. lay on my pil- low,
back
bring* back
.
Bring" back, bring" back.
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fF f(;Tp,f f jj jjj j j pJ. i
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o-verthe o-cean.
f
bring"
i
i
Bring* back my Bonnie to me,to iS^
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l
,
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l
J
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l
Jj
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me; Bring back,bring back, O bring backmy Bonnie to
m
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f
iF
me
fFifff
Central Will Shine (The name of any school may be
MALE QUARTETTE
substituted for^CentraPOc^^-^^, ^G^OQl. o,,Tvr^ SONG
Cen-tral will shine to-night, Central will shine, Sh€?ll shine in beauty bright All
down the line,
yY^YVyY^Y\
Won't we look neat to night,
'
o.^ When the sun goes down And the moon goes Up u ^ uressQup soiinej L L L.
|||^^L|lMlll|lWl^^N^l^||^^'|?T^^T .Are
You
Sleeping*?
(Round)
French Air
2 r Are you sleep-
ing',
^
r
r
are you sleep-ing"? Broth-er John, Broth- er
4
r-A ^
f^'-
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s
John
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Morn-ing" bells are ring"-ing*, Morning" bells are ring"ing": Ding^,ding",dong",ding",ding",dong".
122
Solomon Levi College Song
My name
is
?j ii where
to
Sol-o-mon
j
-
And my
vi
on Sa-lem
store's
Street; That's
ii ii; j'j^^H^
j
i
Le
buy your coats and vests And
neat;
ev-'ry-thing" else that's
-A
ri
j'll
J'U
Sec-ond hand-ed
&i ii all
ul
j'j -
ster-ettes
the boyt that trade with
i
\
Poor Sol J-
,
Vr -lie
i^.
Le
1
i
me
Tra-ia
r-
.r
vi,
Tra -la
I
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ver-coats
-
For
fine,
so
-
i'U:
Hundred and for
Tra -
la
la
p -
iiiui
^
at
'
-
o
Fine.
H
j'lj
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l
i' And
la i)
-
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la -la
la
-
-
la
la
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ir^f -
la
-
la
-
la
-
-
la
la
ty
-
la
-
la
-
la
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-
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-
la,
nine.
la
DS.alFine.
tt j My la
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la.
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la,
My
123
The Spanish Cavalier W.D.H.
1.
2.
3.
Wm.D.Hendrickson
A Span Im off And when
-
ish
Cav
-
to
the
war
a - lier the war,
stood the
to to
o'er,
is
re -treat,
in
his
war
I
you
I'll
must gro, re-turn.
And To
A
^
on his g-ui-tar played a tune, dear fig-htfor my coun - try and you, dear g-ain to
my
coun
oft-times re -peat I would call,
vain seek
me
f
ff
in
vain,
-
try and you, dear
The The
Up
bless -ing* of bless- ing" of -
on the bat
-
The But
mu
sic
if
I
But
if
I
try and
field
you will
-
you, deai:.. you, dear,
and
try
J
h
...J
Oh, say, darling*, say, wl[len I'm
fai?
h
^—S-
may t [link of
mm
a -way, Soirle-times y ou
h-'
r
jdays will soon fade away.
Re-member what I
me, dear;
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1
-t-4 sunny
me.
find
r
.CHORE
Brig*ht
10
so sweet, Would should fall, In be slain. You may
my coun my coun tie
-
say,
and be true, dear.
PFTfiff^iiViiiru^Fir A
pi
Vocal Combat
"The Spanish
Cavalier'> and ''Solomon Levi" may be sung simultaneously by two groups of The groups should be of equal strength and each group rehearsed on its song until it can sing it well. Then, under some capable leader who will mark the rhythm with strongly accented beat, let the two groups sing the numbers together. There should be no attempt at piano accompaniment. Singers of all ages will enjoy the ''stunt".
singers.
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124
The
Soldier^s Farewell Johanna Kinkel
J.K.
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1.
Ah,love,howcanIleavethee'
2.
No more shall I behold thee, 3rt o my he.irtenfoLIthee; In war 's ar ray appe aring-jThe
3
I'll
.
e
sadtho tdeepdoluh grieve me;IJutloioWjWhate 'erbefallsme,!
(
think of thee with long-ing-^tVh