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. _ . '■ «•„ T7ord8 and Mudc by Chauneey Ololt. 

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Wo ifnml trtpefher, yon and I, where we etood yenrg ncf), < 

Beiifotli the siinie liiiie irisii »ky. our hearts uith Jny aglow, ' 
Toil prntntaei], tnen, you would l>e minu, in ai| \oiir dmrms tmytd. 
I'm bare lo cluiiu yuu for my own, my pretty Irish maid. 

Oh, vny love, how I've waited nnd longed for yon. dear; 

Time linn i.ot chaiiKe<l you, your beuuty will never fttde; 
I*in liere to claim, lovf, yonr promise of Iodl', lont; ago; 
You ure to me, my owii, my bt-autlful Irish luuiil. 

I know the love yoii jrave me tlien is Jast as fond and tme, 
Tliose ey<'B or voiirs si>eaU hope iigniii, B»eet <'y<-s or Irlali bine. 
I know you'll k<i-p your promise, love, tho' stars at>ove may fade; 
Tlir>* stor"! iii'd Bhiiie I've come to yon, my pretty Irish maid. — Chorus. 

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. ■';- .- CH)iWright. MDCXX:XCV. byHenryJ. WehmaiL • ' "-^ : - 

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Wordii and Music l>7 Barry S. Miller. 
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■".. Cataban Isanelirhhor of mine, he lives next door to me; 
Not 11 cent he pnys for rent, while I piiy twenty-three: 
, A Duiclimaii, wlio owns me house, of coursi-, ounsCalahaD's as wtll; •' 
■'is How lie vets out of payinz tlie rent is more timn I CJin tell; 
' Ivo Just (jot I'lformntion from mc coupin Dnn Maeee, 

Who snys tliat Caiuhnn, vome day, the Duiclimnn'x heir will be; 
'■,'■ I think he's liypiiotized him. if tliere''8 uny such u thiiifr. 
When Culahan wants a dollar or two, lie's only got to dng: 

Chorks. ' . 

Oh! yon cnn fool the Scotch man, nnil cim fool the French, 
And yon can all fool the EiiKlieh, if you know how to commcnoe; 
The Cliinee and the DiiK", "ell, they <lon'tnmonnf to much— . • 

Yon might fool the Irisli, but yon can't fool the Dutch. 

Now, the poor Dutchman some time npo was tnken sick, poor man, 
■ Thought he'd die, BO bv and by he sent for Cainhan. 

• Bftvs he, "My old friend, I have no heirs: I'll deed nil I have to yon." ': 
... "iVs I lie wlscKt tliiiip," says Culahan, " I tliink, that yon could do." 
• ■; The Dutchman soon pot better, then, l>edi«I, he had no home; 
, The property that once "as his. now Calahan did own; . \ " ■ ; 

And he pays rent (the same a» I) to Culahan, yon see; 
And It's every month he calls for it, and ibis to me does Bing: 

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/ .d von cnn all fool the Ent'lioh, if you Unow how to commenooi 
The Chinee and the Diu;o, well, they don't amount to mucll — . ,, ..■ '.' 
Yon can't fool the Irish, but you might fool the Dulcli. '" ' 


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"■•!>_-•;:•• Words by Battle Anderson. Music by Oeo. E, AppcL :' . ■ 

;...:•' Nell and I had quarreled, as young couples do; 

' '■. . .■-■.' I was madly JeaioiiM, and thoneht ehe "as iiiitmei ■ --l 

■". " She received a letier rrom an old Bweetlieart, •.■■■■••■.' 

,:. And 1 said. " We'd l>etter henceforth live aparti " V 

■_%".■-'.... ■;•. I was rasiilv violent, in my jeidoue pain: .•,-.■. ,': 

i... .,?•'.'■ 8he WEB proudly sHent, aiid would not txplaln; 

"; .'.r V. "j. ' •", In bltier anger, we each went away, 

.':■., '':;^- Tbvugh onr heart* were hreuuing, neither one would Mf ' 
;"."':.■■; ■ -ivv.,.- Cbobcb. .V'-. :■.-■■■ ■:.•.••'.".'. 

"/.'V' ,''■ Dear, I am sorry I gave you pnin : 

/'■ ". " Come, kiss me, ilarling, and •>« friends again; 

"i' ■.';•''•':■' ' I *"'" 'o^*' >0" only, dear, while life shull laat; 

Darling, forgive nie, und forget the past* •■•■.,."> 

After yeans of silence, my Nell passed away— " "'.X^ .'rv;, . ••■■:: 

Neftllng on her bomm, two tear-si^dned letters lay| .■;]." 

Ou'-, the fatal missive ihiit had xtroniclit such woe^ -'.■".■;."•. .:•'.'.•; 

And for me the other, written lonij ago— '; -.; ■'■•'.i: 

"Husband, I will tell yon, now we are apart, 

AH about that letter from an old sweetlieart— 

It was from a eister, who had gone aetray. 

Bit yen were so biner, tkat I wo«ld net u^h^Wktmt. 


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Word* and Sluslc by Chauncey Olcott 
In that little brnwn cottaee that stands over thers, 

Dwells my eweet Kitty Mnhone; 
Wt\\ her l>eautiful luiiiiVe mid soul full of love, 

Oh, she hax my lienrt nione. 
If ever yon met her, oli. then you'd not blame me 

For lovliiK lier a« I do. 
For who. In tide world, has ever been known 

To resist love that's tender and true. 


Oh, Katy Mahone, Tni yours alooe. 
Why keep me tvuliiiit; for youf 
'.■: Give me yonr heart, as well as yonr liand. 
And I'll keep it safe for yon, Eaiy. 

Now, time may chnnge all things, bot never my b•v^ 

It will remnin tlie same. 
And be not like tlie lM>autirul raow when it falls, « ' 

To CO vlth the very first ruin. 
But more .nee the lieiiutifni ivy that creeps, 

As aronnd the (dd ruin it tiprmL'S: 
Time cannot efface it, or iccseii iu love, 

For the older, the closer it clings.— i?«/Vai A. 


Copyright, HDCCCXCV, by Hemy J. Web man. 

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Words and Music hy Fiank A<idis Kent 
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One dav In Spring I called upon my sweetheart, yonng and fair; 
I found her III tlie garden then, her fiiiher. loo, wan there; 
Her Pu was spading up tiie k!roiiiid, asked me to luke a hand— 
I worked uutil I aliuosc dropped — my love said, "Ain't iie grand!" 


Spnde« weretrumpsl Spades were tiuiii|i»il f was solid wlih my lovej 
SpitdeB were immp«l Spades were tnnnpsl Oh. che snid I was a dove; 
Uer fiitlier said 1 was tne stu£F: I cured u<>t if the u<nk »hs rouuh 
If of her love i got enough— spades were trumpsi cpudes were trnmpsi 

A month had pa9!<ed, I culled again upon my sweetheart fair; 

' I found her in the garden then, another man was there; 
A rival for rav diirllng's hand, a man of wealth "IIS he. 
For on his hands and iu his sliiri, the diamonds sparkled free. 


Diamonds were trumps! Diamonds were trumps' lie wasi>olid with my Iws; 

Diamonds were trumps! Di>iinon<is were trunipel Oh, she said he waSadoT*; 

Her father sidd lie was the siuff : I tlionght on me Hwns pretty rough. 

For of tier love he got enoiigti— diamonds were trumps! diamonds wers tramps. 

1 stood it for a little while, nnd then my blood was up; 

I went oulslde and eot a cluh— said I, '• I'll warm the pup! " 

I clubbed him tili he iiowled witii pain— her father plopped the row. 

My aarling said she'd take me buck - ehe Buid she loved me now. 

Ciubs were trumps! Clubs were trumpsi I was polid with my love; 
Clubs were triiinp»! Cliilts were trunipx! Oh. slie paid 1 wut> a dove; 
Her father said 1 was Hie 8tnff: i cared not if llie fl-jht waa rough, 
Ir of her love i got enough— clubs were trum|Ni! ciuiis were truuipsi 

It was not long, I called again upon mv sweetheart fair; 

I found her in the parlor then— her family were nil tiiere; " " 

A mliiisier was there to tie the knot tlmt made ns one. 

And ''hearts were trumps," and trumps till last, till tisvMlngdajrsAts 

Hearts are tmmi>et Hearts are trumps! 1 am married to my love; - 
Hearts are tramps! Hearts are trumps! Oh, Bhe says I am a dove; 
Her father says I am the stuff- 1 fought for her, the fight was rough, - ' 
But of her love I get enough— hearts are trnmpsi hearts are tmmpsi 



Hurry Home March, 


Happy Life March. 

By W. D. SMITH. 

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Words by Thoa. Le Mack. Music by Andrew Mock. 

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Tell me what yon does with all your money, eaye Phoebe; 
Tell me how you gtta riil of all yoOr mouey, says Phoebe. 
I tiikea out the dice and rolls <lem, po: Is dat you seveuT Mm, Mm? No, no; 
Oil, dat's de wuy my money does go, Phoebe. 

Oh, oh, oh, please lerame know, Phoebe, If yon love me, tell me so; 
OU, oh, oil, please lemme know, Phoebe, if you love me, tell me so. 

Stars are shining, the moon am climbinp. meet me, Phoebe Jane; 
Come, uiy honey, I'se got money, and we'll take tiie tram. 

When the wint'ry winds bocrin to blow, says Plio«!bc, 

Kothini; ihfn in sisht for tu eat but snow, says Phoebe. 

I eaihfis the money layiu' 'round, you saves yours up and I saves mine down; 

Oil, hold your job, we'll own this town, Phoebe.— i/?/'?'ain <fc Chorui. 



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Down on Dinny Casey's old brown, wooden stoop, 

The bovs, when on a jaff, at nl^ht were sure to coop; 

LvliiK there topeiher. none of them could walk. 

While the *' Guinea" slobbed the chestnuts on the sidewalks of New TorlL 


This (iide, that oide, staEcerini; 'round the town. 

We won't go home 'till morning. London bridge is falling down. • 

Out (in a bum together. m« and Rummy Rorke, 

Slipped and spoiled our face* on the sidewalks of New York. 

That's whero .Johnny Casey won Oppie Dildock's cow. 

With Jiikev Krouse, the hegtrar, who's alwiiys out for dongh; 

Pretty Nellie Shannon, with a head as liuht as rork. 

Tripped aud fell fantastically, on the sidewalks of New York.— C%ort<«. 

Things havo changed since that time, some are np the spout, 

Otliei's tlicy are up in jail, with no one to bail them out; 

They woiifd part with all they've got, and with envy they wonld gawk. 

To see a hum, chock full of rum, on the eidewalks of New York.— C'Aorui. 


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We left New York one summer's day, my old pal Jack and I. 
For we were on the hog, you know, and thought the road we'd try; 
We just blew In a million, which wo both had in our minds— 
We lO!"! our minds in search of work, now oar money we can't find. 
Our firnt slop it was Hoboken, a nice town, I don't think: 
If a fellow stops there over iiiglit, next day he'll lake to drink. 
My panl and 1 we found a j-lace b«'neath an old woodshed: 
Says Jack to me, "Come, let's bunk in aud reel oar weary bead.** 


Only a kick from a Dutch copper's boot. 

Only a good sivinging punch in the snoot — 

The cop had his girl making love in tlie shed; 

Be tbongbt we migbt queer bim, so he left us for dead. 

Kow we have wandered many miles, we've traveled on onr front; 

We've had our share of trouble, boys, while for the grub we'd hunt. 

At "slamming gates" you bet we're good, we're always out for "graft;'* 

When farr.iers tell ns to »iw wood we always have a laugh. 

'TIS many moons since we have worked, the word gives us a chill — 

If someone offered us a job I know we'd both net ill. 

When we were boys it was not so, for we were light and gay, 

Biat cigarettes aud lager beer have put us here to-day. 

Only two tramps that are out for a meal. 
Only two l)nm*, always ready to sieal; 

Of all the towns that we have worked. New York Is the best; 
'■':' yVtr " free graft " and "hang-outs," wky she beats all thereat, ' .,^. 

Dan McGinty went into the opera show. 

With his old wife Mary Ann, 
And he took a front seat, near the middle aisle, : 

Amongst the bald-headed clan; 
But he wasn't prepared for the sights he saw. 

And he laughed with might and main. 
When the living pictures came to view, 

Why he nearly went insane. 

When he saw the Sleeping Beauty, why he got snch a shock 
Ton could hear his heart a-ticking like an eight-day clock. 
Then he danced and he pranced, and says be, " I've t>een to France, 

But that's the finest fight I ever saw;" 
Then his eyes buli;ed out. he began for to shont; 
The gallery boys they hollered, " Put that Zulu ont." 
Then his wife grabbed his feet, pniltd him under the seat, 

So he couldn't gaze upon the living pictures. 


When the girl who posed ae Venus, with her form so grand. 
You could hear McGinty holler 'way above the band. 
Then says he, "Mary Ann, yon will lose your old man 

If you don't l)c quick and take me out entirely;" 
When he saw the lady bathers, he jumped like a hare, 
It took nine ushers for to hold him in Ids chair; 
Then he whispered, with a grin. "Mary Ann, go take a swim 

With the lady bathers in the living pictures. , 

When he saw the other picture we thought sure he would die, 
It was Adam and Eve k:azing up to the sky. 
Then he hollered, "Mary, dear, oh, why did you bring me here, 

I can never love you now the way I used to;" 
Then he looked at Mother Eve, and loudly he bawled, 
•'Be golly, you'll ne chilly -vhen the snow does fall;" 
Then the ushers grabl)eil him nice, stuck his head in ai>ftU of iOO, 

Just to kcep.him cool while at the living pictures. 


Then he leaped arid he creeped, and he took another peep, 
And the woy he carried on made the audience weep. 
Then his wife says, *' Dan, do come home like a man. 

If you must have living pictures, I »vill do them;" 
But he didn't hear her sjieak, be was off in a trance, 
Standing on a chair, doing ilie "Hoochy Coochy " dance; 
When tlie last girl posed, why they had to turn the hose 

Ou McOiuty, when he saw the living pictures. 


Wiiii II le Rill! 

IN DE sky' 

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1 went'np to heaver, Peter wouldn't let me in. 

Walking on de rainbow in de sky. 
Be said, " No, nigger, you're loaded down with ain,'* 

Walking on de rainbow in de sky. 
It's a crooked road, you have to stand in line, 
JJo pushing or no shoving, you must take your time: 
When Peter shakes his head, 'tis then de bells will ring', 
Aud you hear de augels sing: 

Come all yon children, come all yon children, 

Come all yon children, we will reach there by and by; 
Oht como along yon chilaren, come along all yon children. 
And yon had better not slip, or you will cut your upper lip^ 
When you're walking ou de rainbow in de sky. 

A big fat nigger, and his name was Samuel Right. 

Walking on (le rainbow In de sky: 
As black as coal, and always full of fight. 

Walking on de rainbow In de sky. 
Peter said to Right, it's chickens you did steal. 
And urahlied 'em by de neck, so they couldn't squeal. 
Then Peier slammed the gate, and all de bells did ring. 
Then we heard de angels sing: — Choru$. 

When It rains np In heaven all de niggers have to work. 

Walking on de rainbow in de sky; 
A hose in your hand, yon wear a big red shirt. 

Walking on de rainbow ill de sky. V^.. 

To wash lie clouds, and make the stars to shine, 
prom seven in lie niominK until after nine, ..V. f / ^ 

And when de sun am out, and all de bells do Tio^ " '.., .;' 

Then you hear de angels sing: — Chonu. . j^i 




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Words by Charles EJwimls. 

MukIc by Geo. C. Edwards. 

Y(^^S^X acroBS tlic Brooklyn Briilu'"-, mi iliu enst ei>le of the town, • 
Litlle Joe, liH will inet'l'iiin lie^iu, n>'<l he tiiUee her l>y ihe nrm. 
On iliflr way they meet Nell iind M.-i>, Hlmur uiili Julie Wortli, 
And every ui);bt youM flud tbeiii in McXuliy's oid back yurd. ^ 

Swept, little Annie O'Connor, aloni; « ill) Tommie McCae, 
Makliiu' love loeellnr. ns Hie lM)yt< ami tirlR all do, 
And heniitifiil Nnncy cliincy. die is the lu-lie of the wnrd, 
Aud every ni»;lit you'll find'tlieiii ail tn McNiillj's uld buck yard. 

Summer's nicht. when (lie moon sliiiirg bi i>jlit. the man in the moon sees all; 

Johnnie Deiin plavs the cimct-i line. Nellie Grady sings a soni:, 

>Ioillr McOiiire, ulio einos in ihe choir, nloiii: \\iili Annie Hurt, 

Aud every ulgUt you'll find tlieni in McN'illy'a old buck yard.— CAoriM. 

Ihe Fate upos the Emi Floor 

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The snmmer eve was balmy and a goodly crowd was there, 
Which well nigh flili-d the barroom on the comer of llie sqoaro; 
And as the songs and stories cuiiit- upon tlie twiliglit nir, 
A vagabond crept slowly In hikI pored with wistful nir. 
*• A drink!" he cried, •• llint'w what 1 want— lin but an artist pOOT— 
Once I was rattd clever and my fortune seemed secure. 
But never mind the happy past, the da\ 8 11 1 see no more- 
Just let me draw a face i knew upon iliis barroom floorl ** 

The face npon the barroom floor, shf wlioni I did adore. 
On her fell no blame till a faiac fru-iid came and entered onr cottage door. 
Look down at sweet Madeline, foiever mv heart's liriglit queen; 
That face from my heart ucveriiioreeliull depart, the face upon i be barroom floor. 

"Fill up again, ndne host," he said; "put life into my frame; 
I'll tell you how it came about, my ruin and mv ohame; 
* The picture of a l>of>oni rriei.<t. with skdi. I painted well: 
8be, gazint; on the dreamy eyes, iiskd iiie Iiis nauie to tell. 
I brongiii him to onr cottage door and lie lured iiur from my side, 
And with his prey lie sufeiy nped acro-s ihe ocean wide. 
Yon ask me why I drink, and wiiy I'm ragged, ronj^ii and poor? 
Just look npon that woman's face upon t!ie barroom floor! " — (}hOl%U% 

"Good friend, another drink, I priiy— one more before we part; 
I'll draw another picture of the face tliat'i" in my heart. 
Perhapi* it ceems nnliliely that the v>ii.o'.iiond you see 
' Could ever love a woman or expect her to love me." 

He drained his glass, and, ci.ulk in band, began again to trace "^ 
The Bbapelv lines of bemity of that im forgotten face; 
Then, turning 'maiid with wild eyes they woui.l wish to see no more^ 
' With dying shriek be fell ficrosa the face upon the floor." — Chomtm 

When We're Married 

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There's a little maiden that I love, and she's all the world to me, 

Ev'ry Sunday evenin.', at her home, my love I call to see. 

As we stroll out together, with love's light in our eye, 

For Blie loves me, and how happy we will be, when we're married, by-and-bjr, 

When we're married, by-and-by, yes, my sweetheart, you and I. 

When we're married, by-and-by, yes, my sweetheart, you and I, 
For you love ine and I love you, and we'll be happy, by-and-by. 

The days seem long in cominfr r. neii we'll wed, and the time rocs slowly by. 
When we'll wilk on roses to t:.e church, and the jiareon the knot will ti«. 
And the belis will chime in tune for my darling, you and I, 
And wlien it's done, tv\o hearts in one, when we're married, by-and-by. 
When we're married, by-and-by, yes. my ewceibeart, you and 1. 

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When we're married, by-and-by, yes, my sweetheart, yon and I, 

l«r jon love ma uud I lov« jrou, and we'll be happy by-and-by. 

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A maiden fair with millions there, a yonnR man gav and bright. 

Thought that he would propose to her one lovely summer's night: 

He asked her hand in a manner grand: she said, "Olve me time to think." 

And when he called agaiu ou her be got the "Riukey Dink." , - . 

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Oh, he got the "RInUey Dink," yes. qiilcker than a wink; 

He was bnlliling castles In the air. and all day long in a glass wnnld start. 

Oh, be got the "Rinkey Dink," and he didn't have time to ihink; 

It's a good thing, Paul, so pusli It along, or you'll get the "Rinkey Dinlc** 

A young man who was homewnrd honnd one lovely day in May, j 

Anil chanced to look, a pocket l)ook, how nicely it did lay, - I 

So large and fat, he looked at that, to pick it up did think: 
Ob, he felt glad, he heaved a sigh, bnt got the "Rinkey Dink."— CAoru«. 

For a fine wife that was advertised an old man called one dayi, .' ■, i - . 

And young, so fair with golden hair, to ask for Lilly Fay: •- 

He knocked at the door on the top floor, and to himself did wink: 
Instead of young she was forty-one— he got the "Rinkey Dink."— <7A0r«<. 

I met a man with ring in hand, and to me he did say: ■ \ 

"I found this ring, it's a grand thing: buy It. and you'll look gay.** 

I bought the ring like a silly thing, and didn't even think: 

Ob, what a crash, the ring was brass— I got the " Rinkey Dink."— CAortlt. 



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Within onr flat there dwells a maid, jhe's all the world to me, ^ 
And In my sleep I speak of her, and her sweet face I always see; 
With a smile so sweet, she'll always greet, site's my little Irish queen; 
When by her side, I'm filled with pride, for I luve my sweet Kathleen. 

Oh I how 1 love sweet Kathleen, and i«he'« all the world to me; i 

She is my only guiding st4ir, and married soon we'll be: \ 

Her eves like diamonds shine, and her heart is love's retreat: 

I wish it were lime when I could call her mine, for she s all the world to 

Together, sparking, every night you'll see ns at the door: 

111 a little wliile you'll miss her snnle, for we will r^tand there no more;. 

A little cot will lie onr lot, fur she's my little queen: 

There's not a girl in all tlie world can equal my Kathleen —C Aorta. 


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Words by Charles Edwards. Moaio by Oeorga C. Edwardai 


Oh! Riley was an alderman, and soon was to be wed; 
The boys they played a joke on him, which nearly killed him dead; 
So In the morning papers, Riley read the news next day, > 

His would-be bride, his joy aud pride, from him bud run away. 

Oh, he married Riley's bride, and at Riley the gang all cried: 
Sweet Kate O'Fiynn, so tail and tliin, away from him did slide;' 
And all the live-long day. at him the gang thev all wonid say, . 
That Liuipey Dan O'Hoolehan had married Riley's bride. 

Now Kate O'Fiynn, who promised him, jnst heard the news that night; 
She heard the gang, they loudly sang, and mad enough to fight, j . ' .' 

So lie ran to tell the alderman tliat there "as something wrong, ••] ■ ' 
And as she ran along the street, the kids did loudly call :— CA^fs. ^ 

When Kate went in, her arms she flung arrmnd poor Riley's neck; 
She said the cries, they all were lies, their lone lives tried to wreck, 
8o there and then, like noble Ben, we'll have a Itltle cot; 
S«ad for the man, aud as we stand, be married on the spot— ffA^riM. 


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3. "While Dad's asleep, the girl you meet some oth - er night 

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'Round her waist your arm is placed, and sil - ly words are tried. 

Down the lane you go a - gain, and love to her de - ciare... 

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There's No Place Like the Old Home After All 

Copyright, MDCCCXCIV, by Henry J. Wehinan. Words and Music by Walter P. Keen. 


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When I Icrt school long years ago I was a wayward child, 

I took deiiulit in any aport wliicli happened to l>e wild; 

Kind purt-ats never could control the niiscliicf strong in me, 

Till, het'dless of their good advice, I rau awuy to sea. 

I thought of all tlie happiuess that now would surely come. 

When I should be away from those who ruled me when at home; 

But after all the weary years that since have passed away 

My thoughts return to those ut home, uud tearfully I say: 

It may not be a mansion with roses 'round the door. 
It may not have a parlor witli carpet on tlie floor; 
But when you're far away in sorrow you will say; 
There's no place like the old liome after all. 

In many foreign lands I've been since I began to roam. 

Yet I have met no friends who could compare with those at liome; 

There naught but loving wonls prevail, iu vickness or in health, 

And anxious parents welcome you in poverty or wealth. 

Then wayward cons and daughters tiavc a tliou|;lit for parents dear, 

To-night at home your vacant chairs will cause them many a tear; 

So nourish and protect tlicm wliile this earth they are upon, 

You'll miss the dear old folks at home when they are dead and gone. 

It may not be a mansion with roses 'round the door. 
It may not he a parlor with carpet on the floor; 
But when you're far away in sorrow you will say: 
There's no pluce like the old home after all. 



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When the moon has lit the glooui and stars hecia to shine. 
Whip-poor-will, from o'er the liill, his evening song does chime. 
Then you start, with happy heart, your darling girl to see; 
Perhaps she'll wait for you at the gate— how nice that all must be. 

You take her arm within your own, down tlie lane together roam 
To love's retreat, and there, aloue, beneath some favorite tree. 
You tell her she's your turtle-dove, swear to her, by all above. 
That shea the ouly girl you love— how nice that all must be. 

'Neath the trees you sit at ease, your darling by your side, 
'Round her waist your arm is placed and silly words are tried. 
On your breast her head does rest, of course there's none like she, 
' 'i'ou can't resist to steal a kiss— how nice that all must be. 

With happy heart your stops retrace— as you gaze into her face 
A smile of love you may there trace, a smile that is meant for thee. 
But still the stars shine briglit al)ove, liomewant going with your love. 
The old man's waiting with a club— bow nice that all must be. 

- While dad's asleep, the girl you meet some other night as fair, 
Down the lane you go again, and love to her declare. 
You caress, she answers, '* Yes," to questions asked by thee; 
At last 'tis aaid aud you're happy made— how nice that all must be. 


Then soon the happy day docs come, then, of course, you're both made oue. 
And really glad the thing is done, to that you will both agree. 
You start to take lier to her home, you know you can't gel in your own. 
And by her dad the door you're shown— how nice that all must be. 

Soon a home get of your own, where yoa and little wife 
Live quite gay us months pass 'way, enjoy the best of life. _ . 

, Aunts aud cousins then come by dozens, stop for dinner and tea; 
Don't mind at first, but when it gets worse— how nice that all must be. 

Then bills they come in by the score, doctors, bakers' many more; 
Instead of rich, you're getting poor, and that you daily do see; 
A dozen children, eay, you've uot. And us you come from your stiop. 
Your wife has skipped, left you the lot— how nice that all must be. 


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Music by Andrew Mack. 

This world is hut the stage of life, the mighty Master said. 
On which most men and women play, to earn their daily bread; 
With lawyers, doctors, diplomats and preucliers in the cast, 
Who fill the parts made vacant by Iheir brothers who have passed. 
The hypocrite he wears a mask, 'tis hut for outward show. 
And crime goes by unpunished, for blind justice oft ia slow; 
The millionaire uud workmonian play most iinportuiit purts. 
They form the two great factors in tlie pluy of "Broken Ilearts." 


The first scene is a cottage, where the roof lets in the rain; 

There's a father almost fumislied, tiiere's a mother ill with pain, 

There's'the money king who orders their eviction, tlien departs. 

Tliat's the first scene that I witnessed iu the play of "Broken Hearts." 

The next scene was a mansion in a land across the sea, 

By acres wide surrounded, and the home of royalty; 

Its owner is of nohle birth and lord of liis domains, 

Aud )>oasted of the ancient blooti that flow'd wiiliiii his veins. 

Now comes another character, a girl quite young in years, 

Iler face it wears a troubled look, lier cheeks are plained with tears} 

Slie meets the young lord face to face, be turns pale, tlieii lie starts. 

He met her iu the first act of the play called "Broken Hearts." 

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He promised he would marry her, she trustingly believed, I 

But wheu the day appointed came she found she'd been deceived: 
Now tlie servants drive her from the door, iu sliame the girl departs. ' 
That's another scene I witnessed iu the play of "Broken Hearts." 

Amid tlie sound of inarriai.'e bells a couple went their way, 

A youth and maiden, smiling sweet, for 'tis their wedding day. 

They vow to love each other true along life's roiiKli career; 

A bahy blessed Iheir union ere they had lieen wed a year. ■ -. 

But sad. alas! One ilny to her the evil tempter came: 

He told her he could lead her to the very k:ates of fame. 

She left her hiisliand and her child and fled to forcitrn parta. 

In silence he forgives her, iu the play of "Broken Hearts." 

There's a husband sadly waitint;, for bis love will never die; 
lie tells Ills little daughter, mother's coming bye-and-bye. 
He hows his head to hide the tears that to his eye-lids start. 
That's the saddest scene I wituepsed iu the play of "Broken Hearts. '* 

Now comes the grand finale upon which the curtain falls, 
The scene it is a haitle-fieid, nptorn by cannon balls; 
It is a field of curiiugi: dire, with bloody corpses strewn; 
The battle rages fierce and wild, but 'twill be ended soon. 
The enemy have fled, and wounded soldiers shout with joy, 
Aud there aiiioni! their number lay a dying drummer hoy: ' . 

A comrade lifts him tenderly, tlie lad these words imparts: 
" Tell mother 1 died fighting in life's play of * Broken Hearts.' " 

There's a poor, old, gray-haired mother waiting for her hoy to come; - 
She is thinicing of the morning when she buckled ou his drum. . 

The news arrives her boy is dead— from tliis life she departs. r 

That's the lust scene that I witnessed iu tlie play of "Broken Hearts." 


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Once there lived, side by side, two little maids; 

Used to dress just alike — hair down iu braids, .. . 

Blue ging'am pinafores, stockings of red, 

Little sun-bonnets tied on each pretty head. 

Wlicn school was over secrets tiiey'd tell. 

Whispering arm iu arm down by the well; 

One duy a quarrel came, hot tears were shed — 

" You can't play iu our yard," but the other said: , 

♦•I don't want to play in your yard, 1 don't like you any more; 
You'll be sorry when you see me sliding down our cellar door. 
You can't holler down our rain-lmrrel, you can't climb our apple tree; 
X don't want to play iu your yard, if yuu won't be good to me." 

Next day two little maids each other miss. 

Quarrels are soon made up, sealed with a kiss; 

Then hand in hand again happy they go. 

Friends all thro' life lo be, they love each other so. 

Soon school days pabs away. Borrows and bliss. 

But love remembers yet quarrels and kiss. 

In sweet dreams of cliildhood we hear the cry: 

" You can't play iu our yard," and th« old replyt ■'-.. 


"I don't want lo p!«y in your yard, I don't like yon any more; 
You'll be sorry when you see me sliding down our cellar door. 
You can't holler down our rain-harrel, you can't climb our apple tree; 
I don't want to play iu your yard, if you won't be good to me." 


Oh ! How i Love Sweet Kathleen. 


Words by CHAS. EDWARDS. 

Music by GEO. C. EDWARDS. 







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In a lit - tie while you'll miss her smile, For we will stand 

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There It a-elrl thiit I luiore. e)io lives across tnrwsy; 
Btandio:; Ity her coitaK« -uM I see tier every dny. 
4t uii^iit my tlioiii.'ht« oft wander to the tluy ■turi ib«v«, 
I Msm to SAM la «vary oue the K'rl I lov«. ^ 


Tlie girl I Jots, the clrl I l<>ve, 

8h« s««iH* to be Id eveiy liny s'sr aboTS: 

Every floaer, switc and rare, every bird that nlnp tlie atr 

lUmiuUs me of the t^irl I love. 

Tho' when yon wander 'ronnil tlie ^arlh, or sail the deep blue sea, 

Wlnt">»e niiitdens yon muy miet, but none so fuir as she. 

liy heatt Isjiisi a pi-acefui nest to iiold my eemlu dove, 

And aooQ I'li wed, with juy cutupiete, the girl I love.— Chorus. 


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Jim Brown had Jast been nmrrlcd. be e<>t a lovely spool 
She auld eiie'd do the cooking when they went kt-eplng boose; 
She Cooked a lovely dinner, with vegeiahles and uieui; 
lie tried It, then he told her It whs imt fit ti> eat. 

Olrl wanted, girl wunted, next day this eitin appearrd npon tba door; 

Olrl wanted, |!irl wanted, and wifey is not cooking any more; 

She said it wns like iiioiher used to iniike it — 

Be told hfr if It wan she (>ui>bl to shake it, 

G>o at the bi'<-nk of day tlioeu thut ciiuuced to go that way 
8aw the eiKO " Girl Wiiuted." 

The first girl was a pretty ptrl, with handsome form and face; 
Brown fell in love, and so. of coiiret^, Ihe fitri recnred the place; 
Brown's wife was jeuloiis of her ciiurnis, ehe itioiikihi something amlM; 
Sue wniche<l and iMtw her bnshand ^'Ive tlmt pretty i;irl a kiss. 

Oirl wanieil, eirl waiiii'd, next day this »ii:o iippearrd a|>on the doon 

Olrl wanted, tfirl wanted, tlmt p>etty tiiri uiu't v\orking any more. 
' Ton oijglit to see that piviiy girl skedaddle; 

He loet Ills hair and teeih dnriiiK the battle; 

Bo at the break of iluy tho#e ihut chanced to go that way 
Saw tlie Sign '* Girl Wanted." 

Tho next girl was a coantry cirl, her face wnnld give one frlghtst 
Bht lost her bre<ith In tryiiii; to hlow out elenrlc ilKhti. 
Biie went to build a fire, aU'l the wood was somewiiut green. 
And just to start it goiiii;, why, she poured on keronene. 

Girl wanted, girl wanted, next day thia f>ign ii|>|ieareil npon the door; 

Oiri wanted, girl wanted, ibat country girl uiu't working any mon; 

And now she's liviuK np a little higher — 

Vo more ehe'e got to ninnkey with the flre, 
i 8o at tlie break of day tho«e ihat chonced 10 go tbat way 
_=^ Saw tlie sign "Girl Wanted." 

The next one wns a colored girl, che was fo awfnl fat. 
And sported chicken fe^iher,> a|>on a gaudy hat- 
That day Bbe Cllnibed two fllL'I'tS of stnirs to get A piece of rop0. 

But when she reached the top, she stepped upon h piecn of soap. 

Girl wanted, girl wanteil, next day tliitt eitn appeared upon the dOOf{ 
Girl wanted, L'lrl wantt-d. that colored giri uiu't working uuy mor«; 
Ber funerHl occurred n< XI day nt s<'Ven — 
Annilier Colored angel's lip in heitven. 
So at the break of ilny those that Chanced to go that way 
Saw the sign "Girl Wanted." 

Gfover Cleveland was a nrielibor. he thonght he'd he In Una- 
One day tliey saw bjin fura around in tacklnt' np a sign; 
Of coiirM they all felt carious, they wondereil what it said— 
A crowd Soon giithcred 'round it, and thiM Is what ihcy read: 

Boy wanteil, bof wanted, next ilay Ibis sign api>«nreil n|>on the dOOr| 
Boy wanted, boy wanted, and Grover doesn't waul girls auy rnor*, 
A girl conld never hold bis pi nod position — 
Tu have a laiy has been bis great ainhitlon. 
So at the break of day ihose that chanced to go that way 
Saw the sign " Boy Wanted." 

Th« next girl was an actreaa, she'd been npon the stn|;e— 

Bbr posed in living pirtiireH when lliev were a>l the rage; 

One day she pa( her costumes on for Orowii's special delifrht, "^ 

Aud nlfey, who hnil been •lowii town, flew In and saw the rlghl 

Girl wanted, girl wanted, next day this sign apptsred upon the dOflCt 
Girl wanted, girl wanted, tiiat artieas Isn't working auy more. 
>.\ She nearly broke their home uml ail tbe fixtures, ^ 

Ftjf wifey drew the line at living pictures. 
So at tbe break of day iboee that cliaoced to so ttiat WM 


And Her Golden Hair 

Was Naii£iiiE[ Dm Her Back, 


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Tbera was once a simple maiden, came to New York ou a trip, 

And her golden hair was hani2iii>; down tier buck; 
Ber cheeks were like tbe roses, she'd a pout iiptin her Up, 

And ber golden hair was lianging down her back, 
^ben she landed at the station hero she took a litile stroll, 
^t everything bIih wondered, till slie lost her self-Coutrul; 
Saldsha, "New York ii quite a village, ain't itf Blesamy •oall'* 

And her golden hair was hanging down her back, 

fiat, oh Janet Doesn't look the same; 

Wlien cbe left the villugo she was Khy, 
But alasl and alackl She's gone buck 

With a nanghty little twiukle in lier eye. 

Bh« toddled down Broadway, a hnehrul ■mile upon her face, 

And her golden Imir uai* hitiigiiik; down her back; 
A bit of nice blue ribbon kept her rinkilets In their place, : 

For ber golden hair was bnnumg down her back. 
Of course, »he knew her manners, she'd k>een taiiubt to be polite; 
Bo when a gent said "Hem, good evening I " Slie said "Hem, good nlgbtl" 
Bald she, "1 am a 8trani;er liere, I hop«! you'll treat mo right." 

And her golden hair waa haugiug duwu her buck.— C/Aoi'u«. 

Bbe took bis arm in confidence, she llke<l his pleasant ways. 

And her golden hair was liungitig down her back; 
At all tbe (lamKeis pai<eing by ene stared In great amaze, .; 

And her golden hair wag han<{ing down her buck. 
She told hiiii sbo was thirsty: "Oli, all right," suid he, "good Ux.** 
Se took her to Delmonlco's and treated her to fizz; 
Said she, " I tliink it's nicer than a glass of milk, it Is." 

Aud her golden hair was haui;ing down her buck. — Choru*. 

IThey drank nnlll the artless man so very weary grew, 

And her golden hair waa haUL-im; down her back: 
Bbe took Ilia chain and ticker, and his diamond breastpin, too. 

And her golden hair was hanging down her back. 
Then silently she left hini ns lie S'liiubered in n cimir, 
Into the street she wanderetl wltn a very simple nir — 
She would have cnrrii d • fl the siovo if there hud been one thet*, 

Aud her golden huir wua hungiug do»n her buck.— CAo/tM. 


tie folks, I warn yon all to shnn the simple maid, 
er golden hair is hanuing down her buck; 

If any such you run across iiifet don't yoa b" afraid. 
When her golden liuir is iianging down her back. 
Just skip the glitter, cross tlm cireet, or t<ilce anotber laae, 
Or dod^a the corner, take a cub, or catch a ralhtay train: 
And aa you're fl.i ing np tliu street just smg lier tins refrain: 
"Ob, your golden huir la hoMgiiii; dowu your bacii.- CAortis. 


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DSic t» our ears, sweetert and Im-SC, 
Through all the long years stored In the breast. . ' 


Kind words when spoken wl.l ci.nsc ns no sigh; 

No homes have !><■• n bioUeii nnileriieath the sky; ' ''' 

No homes have been broken underneath tbe aky. 

Kind word*, oh, siriingerl mem'ry will bring 

Tou out of danger back 10 love's spring; 

Dwell now nnd ever in our dear home, 

Kiud words will never cause us to roam.— JT^/Valn. 

' Kind words will perish, not In the night, 
OhI how we cberliili lliem with delight; 
Brave miiiiiv token, not cruel and cold. 
Uv«oa UBbrulieii wImu we ar« ^UL—Mtfrntn. 



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Tb«ra !• »«ir1 Ihiit I adore, eliu lives ucrots inrway; - 
Standlnii l»y littrcoitauu <.iiCe I ku lierev«ry dny. 
At ui^rit my tliotiL'bts oft wander in the Uuy ttart ab«V«, 
I iMiu to Mm 1q Dvtry oue the girl I lov«. 


The girl I loT«, th« elrl I l<>v«, 

8h« Mxiiie to l>e Id eveiy liny liar abnva; 

Every floa«r, awrvt and rare, every bird that winft ttM fttr 

lUmiud* lue of th« girl I love. 

Thn* when yon wnnder 'ronnd tlie «arth, or Mil tha dacp blae sea, 

Wlllfniiia niiilduns you niuy meet, but none ao fair as die. 

liy heart is jiisi a piacttful nvst lo iiold my eemle dove, 

And auon I'll wed, with juy complete, the girl I love.— CAoru«. 


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Jim Brown had jnst been mnrried. lie got a lovely sponse — ^ 

She said she'd do the cooking when they went kt-eping house; 
She cooked a lovely dinner, with vt-geialiles and uieui; 
Ue tried it, Chen he told her It wns not fit to eat 

Olrl wanted, girl wanted, next dav this ek'n appeared apon thcdOOVt' 
Girl wanted, irirl wanted, and wifey is not cooking any more; 
She said It was like inoilier nsv<l lo make it — 
He told her If it was she ouu'ht to shake it. 
So at the break of day tlicieu that cliuuced to go that way 
Saw the sIkh "Girl Wanted." 

The flrat girl was a pretty girl, witli handsome form and face; 
Brown fell ill love, ami BO. of coiiree, the ^'irl secured the plnce: 
Brown's wife was jealous of her cliurnis, she ihoiiwht something amiflit 
Sue wnicheil and saw her hnshand (.'ive that |>reiiy Kirl a kiss. 

Oirl wanleil, eirl wanted, next day Ihle si^n aiipeared D|>on tbedOOff 

Olrl wanted, girl wanted, that p<eiiy uiri uiu't working any more. 

Ton ouglil to see that pretty girl kkeduddle; 

Be lost his hair and teeih dnrliig the battle; 

Bo at the break or (tiiy those ihut cLauced to go that way 
Saw tlie sign " Girl Wanted." 

The next gir] wni a conntry cirl, her face wnnld give one frlgbtg; 
She lost her breath In iryini; to blow out electric lights. 
Siie went to build a fire, un'l the wood was soniewiiut green. 
And just to start It goliii;, why, she poured on kenmene. 

Giri wanted, girl wanted, next day this sign api>eure<1 npon the door; 

Olrl wanted, girl wanted, ihat country girl uiu't working auy more; 

And now she'o living up a little higher — 

Ho more she's got to ninnkey wttli the flre. 

Bo at the break of day tho«e thai chonCed 10 go that way 
Saw tlie sign " Girl Wanted." 

The next one wns a colored girl, (•he was so an fnl fat. 
And sported chicken fei>ther>< npon a gaudy hat- 
That day she Climbed two fliL'htB of stairs to get ft piece of rope. 
But when she reached the top, she stepped npon a iiiec of so»p. 

Girl wanted, girl wanted, next day this sign appeareil upon thedoOTJ 
Girl wanted, tilrl wanted, that colored girl uiu t working uny more; 
Ber funenil occurred n'Xi day at seven — 
Another Colored angers np ill heaven. 
So at the break of dny those that chuuccd to go that way 
Saw the sign " Girl Wanted." 

Grover Cloveland was a npiL'libor. he thonglit he'd be In lln*— 

One day they saw hiin fufs aroiiod in tacking np a sign; .!' 

Of coiirfe they all fell curious, they w(indere<l « bar it said— 

A erowil Soon gulhcred 'round it, and iIiIh is what they read: 

Boy warned, bof wanted, next day this Sign Hp|i«areil npon the dOOr; 

Boy wanted, boy w anted, and Orover doesn't want girls auy more, 

A girl conid never hold his pioud position — 

To have a lM>y has been his great ambition, 

So at the break of day ib<>se that chauced to go that way 

Saw the sign "Boy Wauled." ' • » : 

• The next girl was an actress, she'd been npon the stage — 
8 br posed In living pictilreM when they were a'l the rage; 
One day she pn; her costumes on for Brown's special delight, 
^ And wifey, who had been down town, flew In and saw the »lght. 

Qirl wanted, girl wuiite<l, next day this sign apptared up<in thedOOTI 
Girl Wanted, girl wanted, that actiess Isn't working auy more. 
She nearly broke tlieir home and all the fixtures, -', i^ -. 

F()r wlfey drew ilie line at living pictures, ■ '• • ■ 

Bo at the break of day those that cUoaced to go ttiat waf 
fl«wUieilsa"Qlil Wauted." .: 


And Her Golden Hair 

Was Hanng Down Her Back. 

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The Popular I.IZZIK BAYHOND, and others. 

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There was once a simple maiden, came to New York on a trip. 

And her golden hair was hanKiii>; down her buck; 
Her cheeks were like the roses, she'd u pout upon ber lip, 

And her golden hair was hanging down her back. 
When she landed at tiie station here she took a litiie stroll, ! 
At everylhing She wondered, till she lost her eelf-Coutrul; 
Said she, "New York la quite a village, ain't it? Bless my soolt* 

And hsr goldeu Lair was hanging down her buck. 

fint, oh Janel Doesn't look the same: 

When she left the vlllago she was Khy, 
But alasl and alackl She's gone baclt 

With a nanghiy little twiukle in her eye. 

She toddled down Broadway, a hnelifal smile ii|ion her face. 

And her golden Imir wax hangini; down hi r back; 
A bit of nice idue rIblMin kept her riiiL'lets In their place. 

For her golden hair was haiitiing down her back. 
Of course, she knew her manners, she'd been taught to be polite; 
Bo when a gent said " Hem, good I'Veniligt" Biie Said "Hem, good Blghtl'* 
Bold she, "I am a strau'.'er here, I hope you'll treat nie right." 

And her golden hair was huugiug duwu her buck.— C'/unut. 

She took his arm In confidence, she iiked his pleasaut ways. 

And ber golden hair was buDgitig <low'n her back; 
At all the damHeis paceing by sne stared in great amaze. 

And her golden liair was hanging down her buck. 
She told him she was thirsty: "Oh. all right," said he, "good big. 
He took her to Delmonico's and treated her to fizz; 
Said she. " I think it's nicer than it glass of milk, it Is." 

And ber golden hair was hau^iing down her iMick. — CAonu. 

They drank nntti the artless man BO very weary grew. 

And her golden huir waa hanu'lni; down her hack: 
She took his chain a<id ticker, and his diuniond breastpin, too. 

And her golden hair was hanging down her back. 
Then silently she left hini as he s>iiiui>ere<l ill H Chair, 
Into the street she wandered with a very simple air — 
She would have cnrriid • it the stove if there had been one ther% 

And her gulden huir w us Lungiug do\\ n her bucK.— C'/iOiua. 

Kow, gentle folks, I warn yon all to sbnn the simple maid. 

When Vier golden hair Is liangliig down her back; 
If any such yoa riiu across jukt dun't y<>a b<! afraid. 

When her golden liuir is hanging duwu ber liuck. 
Jnst skip the gutter, cross tiie ctreei, or take another lane. 
Or dodge the corner, take a call, or catch II railway train: 
And as you're flying np the street just sing her this refralnt 

"Oh, yoor golden huir Is hougin^; down jour bock.— CAortis. f 


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Wards by John Butler. Uuslc by J, F. IXahosV. 

Kind word* ar<! siwiUeti ntver in vain: 
Mp hearts ar<; broken from their refrain; 
ffosic to our ears, eweettct ami I>e8t, 
Through all the long years stored In the breast. 


Kind words when spoken wid cnnsc ns no sigh; 

No homes have bei n bioUeii nnilerneath the sky; ■? 

Vo homes have been brukuii underneath the sky. 

Kind word*, oh. stranger! memVy will bring 

Tou out of danger back to love's spring; 

Dwell now and ever in our dear home. 

Kind words will never cause us to roam.— jr</Valm : 

Kind words will perish, not in the night, 
OhI how we cheriHh Ihelii with delight; 
Brave manly token, not cruel and Cold, 
liva on unbroken whcu we are old.— J?4/V8ln. 




Song and Chorus. 


^. Words and Music by CHAS. GRAHAM. 



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I Lost Her at the Masquerade. 

Copyright, 1891, by W. J. Melbourne. 
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Words and Music by W. J. Melbourne. 

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The scene is one of child and fatlier, at the cloeiiip; of the day, 
Seated ill a rnslic arbor. " My only comfort," lie would say. 
At his feet hia litile daiiijliter, old enough to wonder why, 
BeL'Ked for him to tell the story how it wan her mamma died; 
'Tuus many years he'd kept the secret — fhieldln^ honor and her name. 
The wife he loved tiud broke her vows, he never wished lo see her again, 
And so he lolil his child thv siory — ••Mauunu was the season's rage; 
I trasted l>er cue winter's eve, and lost her at the luusquerade. 

Only at the mastjnerade, only promise me, my love, 
Only while my life remains, my comimnion be; 
Many have left u liappy home before tliey were of age; 
My little dear, dou't leave me here to join the masquerade. 

Your mamma was the villajie queen, and her beauty somethinB grand; 

The tempter came, she went away with him to u dit>taiit forelt;ii land. 

Jlo letter came — I waited home, my head in trief It was bowed down. 

Then my doom aiu<>n<; tlie mail, the fatal missive there I found; 

I don't reirrct. my dear little t>tt, at what I have told to you. 

Perhaps in life you'll he a wife — if so, always try and be true. 

My entile fortune you'll receive when I am dead and you're of age. 

But promise me before 1 die that you will shun the maequerade."— CAoruf. 


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V.'ords by V»m. Jerome. .Music by Andrew Mack. 


A jay came to the city once to see the funny sights. 

With a little bunch of whiskers on Ins chin; 
He'll heard about the calile earn nmi (rraiid electric lights. 

With hie ilitie buncli of wiiinkeis on his chin. 
Says he. '•I'll take in ev'rvthiiii;. have all the fun I can." 
As he irot oil the Cars the sharpers after liini they ran, 
Ancl (luickK tiien in tow they had this little country man, 
Witu his little bunch of whiskers on his chin, 

Reuben Glue thonpht he knew a thing or two. 

Said that he would sun-ly like the place. 
Whoa! Bui he went back to the town of llacliensack. 
With a very fum,y iooU upon his face. 

He went into a restaurant to get a bite to eat, 

Witli a little buncli of whiskers on his chin; 
Be was as welcome in there as he was out in the Street, 

Wi'h his little huiicii of wiiiskers on his chin. 
He ate a plate of pork iiiid lieans, and when he went to pay. 
The man ciiarned him live dollars. '• That's too much," old Rube did say. 
"1 know it is," the man said, " l>iit I need the cash to-day." 

And be (lulled the little whiskers on liis chin. 

Reuben Glue got the huckleberry doo. 

Said he knew he woii.dn'r like tlie place. 
W'lioa! And he went back to the town of Hackensacit, 

With a very funny look U)>ou his face. 

Into a Poker game he sat, to pass the time away. 

With a litt.e bunch of whiskers on his chin; 
A " jackpot " it wa!< opened and o:d Reiihen eayB, *' I'll Stay," 

With his little l>iinch of \vlii«>kers nii IiIm chin. 
' And uiieii It came to drawini: cards, old Reuben he took one; 
Says he, '• I'll snow these city sharps a little bit of fun." 
Old Reut)en held four aces, tint tlie sharper lield a gun 

At the little bunch of whiskers on his chin. 

Renhen Glne from the tai«le quickly flew. 

Said he knew he wnnMn't like the place. 
Whoa! And he went back to the town of Hackeneack, 

With a very funny look upon his face. 

tie went info a beer saloon to try and quench his thirst, 

Witli a litt'e bunch of whiskers on his chin; 
The gang inside got flgliting about which one saw him first. 

With his little hunch of whisker.-« on hix chin. 
They nailed his shoes down lo the floor, he couldn't gel away. 
For all the drinks they had that iiiubt old Reuben had to nay; 
They pulled his leg ho hard, he hud to buy a crutch next day, 

Also bad to cut the whiskers oil iiis chin. 


Renhen Glne didn't do a thins; to yon. 

Said he knew he wouldn't like ttie place. 
Whoa! Then he hop)>vd back to the town of Hackensack, 

But he hadn't any wiiiskers on his face. 


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Words and Music by James Thornton. 

On a moonlight night, when the stars shone bright, and ev'rything waa etill, 
Sat a little boy and a maiden coy on a liencii beside a mill. 
Now this little queen she was just sixteen, and the boy's age was the sane; 
Yuu would seldom meet a girl more sweet, and I'll tell yotl her name: 

She is pretty Maggie Mooney, slie's the girl for me; 
1 call on her each evening, just to keep her company. 
Tou all may have your sweethearts, and girls of high degree. 
But none can equal my own Mag(;ie Mooney. 

Ev'ry morning she goes to work with me, I meet her at her door: 
Then she'll wait for me at the mill, you see, when her daily task is o'er. 
Then it's home we'll trot to her little cot, in a quiet, shady lane; 
I have often eaid, when we get wed she'll never work again,— CAoruf. 


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Words and Musio by Jas. E. Sullivan. Arranged by Henry 8. Sawyer. 

There's a happy time a-comin' in de sweet by an' by. 
Tell all de niggers not to tarry; • - 

There'll be lots o' ginuer cake, wine an' punkin pie, 
As much as iley km carry, 

Por I'm gwine to marry Miss Trnscalina Brown. 

Slie's de envy ob de ladies; all de colored gals in town 

Am crazy on their faces, ev'ry one am got a frown, • 

For I'm a-gwiue to murry Missa Truscalina Brown. 

Den ring dat golden bell, ring dat golden bell; 
Tell de colored population, telide whole united DatioOt 
For to call de little chiUlren from de dell. 
Ring dat golden bell, ring dat golden bell; 
O, hallelujah, glory! put on my crown. 
For I'm gwine to marry Missa Ttuscalina Brown. 

There's a heap o' trouble waitin* for de big yaller coon 

Dat dates on his life to pull a razah; 
Ev'ry one's a gentiemiin, dat's on de invitation, 

For to bar out little Johnny Frazah. 
Den won't it be a great siu'ht at de church o' Zion? 
In my dandy suit oh weddin' close I'll he de social lion. 
De coons wid envy tnrnin' white an' all de wenches s gliin'. 
For ev'rybody at de bride to kiss her da'll be tryin'.— y,'</';ain. 


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Words by Wm. Jerome. Music by Andrew Mack. 

Of conrsc, ev'ry bey has a sweetheart, 

And some boys they have two or three; 
Of all the girls in this great city 

There is only one "ill ii" with me. 
She lives with her folks on the Bowery, " 

A few doors away frotn Canal, 
And helps to support her old mother. 

Does my little Bow'ry gal. 

My pearl is a Bow'ry girl, 

Slie's all the world to me; 
She's " in it " with any the girls 'round the town, 

And a ■* corking good-looKcr," flee? 
At Walhalla Hall, why, she kills them all, 

As waltzing together we twirl; 
She seta them all crazy, a " spieler," a "daiay," 

For my peail's a Bow'ry girl. 

In summer we go down to " Coney's," 

Together we stroll 'long the beach, 
And sometimes we go In the ocean. 

For at swimming, you l>et. she's a " peach.** 
The other bo\s of me are jealous, ', ' 

But with me, why, that •' cuts no ice." 
I'm going to lead )>earl to the altar 

As soon as I gets the price.— Chorui. 


Ethiopian Song and Chorus. 

Words by CHAS. EDWARDS. 

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Music by GEO. C. EDWARDS. 

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Words by Wm. B. Glenroy. Music by Hanty LMnb. 

Come, boys, and listen: don't turn nway, 

Willie I tell of a belle so iieat luid K^y— 

These words were Bpoken to his chums by Ned, 

Aud, witti a laugb, a pUotogruph be showed tbem and said: 

Tbat's tny darllne Carrie, the girl I mean to marry; 
Every evening, jast at eiglit, Btimding by the garden gat* 
With my darliug Carrie, so happily \»e turry; 
Oh, whut blisa m jast one lilse fruiu Carrie. 

Each lad prononncrd her handsome and fair; 

Some on«- guhl, when you're wed we'll all be Ihere. 

Now, l>oyi«, you linow her, softly marmured Ned, 

And poiutlug to the picture fair, he smiled ad he said: — Ch.oru$. 


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Words by Thos. I^eSIack. Uusio by Andrew Mack. 

As two fond lovers chanced to stray lieneath the son's bright ray. 

With fonilesr. love-light lieaming in their eyes. 
To a quiet shiide. It seemed tliut iiiiture made. 

For lilm to woo und win Ids pietty prize 
The flowen* all B>ei!ied to be c<>urtiiig i^id to lover's ways resortlD^, 

There within his mind a thought uroce. 
And the action of ilie flowers that grew in nature's bowen 

Had Imbued It with a courage to propose. 

Those were golden hours, cherished In love's memory; 
The flowers seemed contented, all iu peaceful harmony. 
Watching flot^ere mnkini! luvt-, quite conienied he says, 
"Love, I'll be true to thee."— [Z>an<;s ] 

The pretty morning-glory to the pink bad told the story. 

Bow Its heart was set to marry It some day; 
Lovely, blushing rose lucked coiira;;B to propose 

Till OHflodii had cheered it in its way. 
The prettv dandellou for some one to love was sfghlDg, 

While the violet seemed prone to ehnre it^ fuie: 
And the rose ami pink carnation held lover's consultation, 

Willie the Illy claimed the taUp for its mate.— CAoriM. 

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Words by W. B. Wludom. Music by Ousaie L. Davis. 

The wedding bells were ringing nn a mnonlicht winter's night, 

The clinrch was decrated, all within was gay and bright; 

A mother with her habv came and saw tlie Ik'hta aglow. 

She tiiought of how those same hells chimed for her tliree years ago! 

'* I'd like to be admittid, sir," she lold the sexton old, 

"Just for tiie hake of bnhy, lo protect him from the cold." 

He told iier that the wedding there wsa fnr the rich and grand, 

Aud with the eager, watching crowd, outside she'd have u> etand. 


While the wedding bells were rlnuing.whlle the bride and groom were there, 
Marcliing np tlie aisle tOL'eiher, SH the organ pealed an air; 
Telling tales of fund aflection, vowing never more to part, 
Just another fatal wedding, Just another broken heart 

She begged the sexton once again to let her pass inside — 

For hahy's sake you mav step in tlie gray-haired man replied. 

"If any one kn^ws reason why this couple should not wed. 

8|>eak now, or hold your p<'ac<i forevei," soon the preacher said. 

"I most object," the woman cried, with voice so meek and mild, 

"The bridegroom is my biist>and, sir, and this our little child." 

"What proof liave yon," the preacher asked. "My infant," she replied. 

She raised her babe, then knelt to pray, the little one had died.— A</'»'ain. 

The parents of the bride then took the outcast by the arm— 
We'll care for you through life, they said: you've sjived our child from barm; 
The outcast wife, tlie bride and parents, quickly drove away; 
The hiishand died by his own haiid before the break of day. 
No wedding feast was spread that night, two graves were made next day- 
One for tlie little baby, and in one the father lay. 
Thtt story has been often told, by firesides warm and bright. 
Of bride and groom, of outcast, aud the fatal wedding u\%ht..— Refrain. 


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I have im only Jennie, she is most wondrons ffdr. 
And ev'ry day I meet her on the corner of tlie square; 
Then arm iu arm together we are happy as we roam, 
Aud BO sweetly euds the eveuing iu seeing Jennie home. 


Seeing Jennie home, oh, what Joy it gives me; 

Heart so true, eyes so blue, golden hair has my JennlSk ' 

Seeing Jennie liome, oh, what joy it gives me; 

Ev'ry night 'gn my delight seeing Jennie home. 

Jnst seventeen is Jennie, she Is so shy and coy. 

With smiles she always greets me, and it fills mv heart with Joy; 

No wonder I am envied wiien with Jennie dear I roam, 

Aud alone have ail the pleaaure of seeiug Jennie borne.— Cfiorut. 

The time seems long In coming when marriage bells will ring. 
And birds, liie pleasure shurlng, in the trees will sweetly bing; 
When the wedding march resounding like the chorus of a poem. 
And on my arm so proudly I'll take luy Jennie home.— CAort<«. 

The Christening of Maggie's Baby. 

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Jnst Ihree years ago pretty Macgie Magnlre 

Was married to Michael McGee: 
They have a sweet baby the neighbors admire. 

As cute as the cutest could be; 
The nigbt that they christened the dear little lad. 

The parents with happiness suiiled; 
They welcomed their fiiends as thev eutered the cottage. 

And sang to the liealth of the Child. 


Baby, yon're yonr papa's Joy, and you are yonr mamma's darling. 
Sweet as a rose, with a nice little nose, we hug and caress you. 
With kir-ses we bless you, so rock-a-by baby mat's ou the tree-top. 
7'uril-luril la by, with loy and dellglit we were singing ail night. 
At the Chrisieuiug of Maggie's buoy. 

Before Maggie wed she was greatly admired 

By every young lad in the place: 
Her ways were so modest, her voice sweet and gentle^ 

The picture of health was her face; 
The bo\s who had many times asked for her hand 

Were present, and pleasantly smiled; 
They wished both the motlier and father good fortoae. 

And sang to the dear little child.— OAorut, 



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1 lingered by a cottage door, and a parrot said, ♦ "Come in, come in," 

And a parrot said, " Come in "; the dour was open, I walked lo, 

And I saw standing ihere a maiden with a dimpled chin, 

A-combing her hack hair, back hair, a-comhing her back hair; 

A irreat niirpriiie was in her eyes, but still slie did not frown. 

And as I smiled a( tliat dear child, the parrot said, *"8lt down, sit down," 

And the parrot said, " Sit down." 

I sat down In her father's chair, and the parrot said, • "Kiss her, kiss her," 

And the parrot said, "Kiss her"; and ns the maiden did not speak. 

Says I, hy Jove, I will; the blush which mantled to her clieek 

Made Iter more lovely still, still. Still, made her more lovely still. 

And as in husie I grasi>e<l lier waist, she cried nut. No, no, nol 

It was so nice, I kissed her twice, aud the parrot said, * "Let go, let go," 

Aud the parrot said, "Let go." 

ner father then came mshing In, and the pnrmt said, * " Bneak out, sneak out,' 

And tlie parrot stiid, " Sneak out." Her father's voice was like a rasp. 

And swearing he began: then I experienced the grasp. 

The grasp of an honest man, man, man, the grasp of an honest man; 

He liit two blows upon my nose— I feel tbem to this day: 

As out I flew, be kicke*] me too, and the parrot said, "Good-day, good-day," { 

And the parrot said, " Qood-dsj.**. . < . 

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CONTENTS J— A Ilnndfnl of Eirth from Mother's Grave— An Irish 
Fair D.iy— All Irislmian'B Toasf— A Lettrr from Ireland— A Plain Little 
Irieti Girl— A 8»veet lrii«h Girl Is the Darlirm— AveiiginR and Bright— 
Ballinamuclc Biigade — B'tnka of C.'auiiy— Bud of Armagh— Baruey, 
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Man- Dear Harpof My Country— Dear Irish Boy— Dear Liitle Colleen — 
Dear Old InOnnd— Death of Sarefli'ld- Donnelly and Cooper— Dough- 
erty's Boarding House— Drinking with Daniel Maloney— Dublin Bay — 
Emmet's Farewell to His True Love — Erin, Mavourneen — Erin's Green 
Shore— Erin's Lovely Home— Exile of Erin— Exile's Lament— Eilv Ma- 
vourneen— Faster You Pluck Them the Thicker They Grow— Father 
O'Flynn— Father Tom O'Noil— Fenian's Escape— Fine Old Irish Gentle- 
man— Garden Where the Praties Grow— Garryowen — Give an Honest 
Irish Lad a Chance — God, Save Ireland — Good-bye, Biddy Dear— Good- 
bye, Mike, Good-liye,— Grave of Wolfe Tone— Green Above the Red 
—Green Linnel—Green LittleShamrockof Ireland— Handy Andy— Harp 
that Once thro' Tiira'e Halls— Uat Mo Father Wore— How Oft Has the 
Bat shee Cried?— I'm a Man Yon Don't Mc' t Every Dny— I Left Ireland 
and Motiier becau-e We Were Poor— I Owe $10 lo O'Grady— Ireland- 
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Blame Not the Barl- Oh, Breathe Not His Name— Oh, Leave Not Your 
Kathleen— Oh, Molly Gr..,.»n— Old Ireland Forever— Once More in the 
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bi'Utinifiitul. Walter P. Kr.r.s 


Comic, Iri^li. 




Biiriti'iic Solo. 





Feux McUuennon 


Wultz Song. 

Geo. C. EnwAUDs 



Frakk Addis Kent 




ONLY TO SEE MY MOTHER Lincoln J. Pol'..\k 



SoTig niMl Dance. 


Song and Dance. 


. . . Paddt Mubpht 



. . Habky S. Miller 



Geo. J. SoiTiiwKK 



..Harry S. Miller 



Seiitiiiu-iitul. Geo. J. Southwick 


Negro Melody, 




Convivinl Song and ClioniB. 




Quartette Song. 

ROAMING IN THE CLOVER... Geoiioe Lester 

Waltz Song. 






Etiiiiipian Soni; and Dance. 





Walter P. Keen 


Waltz Song. 

Geo. C. Edwards 


J. P. Skeli r 


HAVE YOU SEEN IIERT Geo. C. Edwards i 

Waltz 8oii«. 





















Comic. Harry S. Miller 



.J. P. Skellt 


Negro Melotiy. 

. ...^OROB Lester 


J. P. Skellt 



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