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F.H. WAGNER,

KERNVILLE, FA.

2 There is Beauty Euery-where,

There is beauty in the skies at evening, There is beauty in the noonday bright, There is beauty in the radiant morning, There is beauty in the silent night.

Beauty, beauty ev'ry where, Beauty, beauty ev'ry where.

There is beauty in the rolling river, j There is beauty in the sparkling rill. There is beauty in the lofty mountain There is beauty in the verdant hill.

There is beauty in the joyous spring time, There is beauty when the bright leaves fall There is beauty in the storms of winter There is summer beauty more than all.

Happiness for him who will-

Merrily the sunbeams Shimmer o'er the meadow

Fitfully the water Sparkles in the rill;

Cherrily the bee hums 'Mid the summer flowers,

Happiness is ev'rywhere for him who will.

When the falling snow flakes Cover up the flowers,

When the water ripples In the ice are still,

Then the little snowbird Whistles ou the fence railb,

Happiness is ev'rywhere for him Avho will.

Hear the merry children Laughing in the snowdrift See the hardy coasters sliding down the hill, Ev'ry one is joyful, All the worid are sayiug, Happiness is ev'rywhere for him who will .

SMALL WE MEET. i

Shall we meet beyond the river, Where, the surges cease to roll ? Where in all the bright forever, Sorrow ne'er shall press the soul?

Cho, Shall we meet, shall we meet, Shall we meet beyond the river ? Shall we meet beyond the river, Where the surges cease to roll?

Shall we meet in that blest harbor, When oar stormy voyage is o'er Shall we meet and cast the anchor By the fair celestial shore.

Shall we meet in yonder city, Where the, tow'rs of crystal shine ? Where the walls are all of" jasper, Built by workmanship divine ?

Shall we meet with Christ our Savior , When he comes to claim his own? Shall we know His blessed favor, And sit down upon His throne?

DO XO LOGY-

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow.

Praise him, all creatures here below ; Praise him above, ye heavenly host,

Praise Faiher, Son and Holy Ghost-

4 SPARKLING AND BRIGHT-

Sparkling and bright, in its liquid light,

Is the water in our glasses ; 'Twill give you health, 'Twill give you wealth,

Ye lads and rosy lasses!

Cho. Oh, then resign your ruby wine

Each smiling son and daughter, There's nothing so good for the youthful blood

Or sweet as the sparkling water.

Better than gold is the water cold,

From the crystal fountain flowing ; A calm delight, both day and night,

To happy homes bestowing.

Sorrow has fled from hearts that bled,

Of the weeping wife and mother. They have given up the poison'd cup,

Sou, husband, daughter, brother,

THE LORD'S PRAYER.

Our Father in heaven, we hallow Thy name.

May Thy Kingdom all holy on earth be the same O give to us daily our portion of bread ;

It is from Thy bounty that all must be fed .

Forgive our transgressions, and teach us to kuow That humble compassion that pardons each foe.

Saye us from temptation, from weakness and sin, And Thine be the glory forever ^-men.

Soft Music is Stealing'

Soft, Soft music is stealing, Sweet, sweet lingers the strain ; Loud, loud now it is pealing, Waking the echoes again. Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Join, join, children of sadness, Send, send sorrow away : Now, now changing to gladness., Warble a beautiful lay.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Sweet, sweet , melody's numbers, Hark! Hark! gently they swell, Deep, deep, waking from slumber, Thonghtsin the bosom that dwell.

Yes, yes, yes, yes,

OVER THE SNOW-

Over an ocean of beautiful snow,

Merrily 0! merrily O! Swift as a bird in its flight we go .

Merrily merrily O'

Cho. Merrily merrily O!

M errily merrily O! Over the snow swiftly we go,

Merrily merrily 0! Under a canopy gemmed with light,

Merrily O! Merrily 01 Speed we away on our pathway bright,

Merrily merrily O!

Q Mingling our singing with jingling of bells, Merrily O! Merrily 0! Over the valley our music swells, Merrily, Merrily O.

LIFE LET US CHERISH-

Life let us cherish,

While yet the taber glows,

And the fresh flow'ret Pluck ere it close.

Why are we fond of toil and care,

Why choose the rankling thorn to wear,

And heedless by the lily stray, Which blossoms on our way?

When clouds obscure the atmosphere, And forked lightnings rend the air

The sun resumes his silver crest, And smiles adorn the west.

The genial seasons soon are o'er, Then let us, ere we quit this shore.

Contentment seek it is life's zest, The sunshine of the breast.

Away with every toil and care,

And cease the rankling thorn to wear,

With manful hearts life's conflict meet, Till death sounds the retreat.

Nearer, my God, to Thee*

Nearer my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee, E'en though a cross it be

That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be,

Nearer^ my God, to Thee , Nearer^ my God, to Thee,

Nearer to Thee.

Though like a wanderer

Daylight all gone ; Darkness be over me,

My rest a stone, Yet in my dreams I'd be

Nearer, my God, to Thee Nearer to Thee.

There let my way appear

Steps unto heaven ; All that Thou sendest me

In mercy given ; Angels to beckon me

Nearer, my God, to Thee Nearer to Thee,

Then, with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise,

Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise.

So by my woes to be

Nearer, my God, to Thee Nearer to Thee.

8 OCOME, COME AWAY-

O come, come away,

From labor now reposing, Let busy care a while forbear,

O come, come away. Come, come, our social joys reuew,

And there with trust aud friendship, too Let true hearts welcome you,

O come, come away .

From toil and from care,

On which the day is closing, The hour of eve brings sweet reprieve,

O come, come away. O come where love will smile on thee.

And round the heart will gladness be, And time fly merrily.

O come, come away.

While sweet Philomel,

The weary trav ler cheering, With evening song her notes prolong,

O come, come away In answ'ring song of sympathy.

We'll sing in tuneful harmony, Of hope, joy, liberty,

O come, come away.

The bright day is gone.

The moon and stars appearing With silv'ry light illume the night,

O come, come away.

We'll join in grateful songs of praise, $

To him who crowns our peaceful days,

With health, hope, happiness, Oh come, come away.

Jesus lover of my soul.

Jesus! "lover of my soul. Let me to thy bosom fly, While the raging billows roll, While the tempest still is high, Hide me 0! my savior hide. Till the storm of life is past Safe into the haven guide, O, receive my soul at last.

Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on Thee, Leave, ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me . All my trust on Thee is stay'd All my help from Thee I bring, Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.

Plenteous grace with Thee is found. Grace to pardon all my sins: Let the healing streams abound, Make aud keep me pure within Thou of life a fountain art, Freely let me take of Thee: Spring thou up within my heart Rise to all eternity-.

10 Christmas all year long-

"Auld Lang Syne."

Old Christmas came with ancient fame,

And all were joyful then ; But must we mope, or wait in hope,.

Till Christmas comes again?

Cho. The seasons call, both one and all,

For glad and happy song ; And they who bring their hearts to siug,

Keep Christmas all year long. When winter reigns o'er hills and plains^

And wields his sceptre cold, His royal hand bestrews the land

With blessings never told.

When spring succeeds with brilliant deeds

In robes of verdure cladf With queenly voice she bids rejoice,

And all the world is glad.

In length of days bright Summer sways^ With youth and beauty crown'd,

At his be-hest the earth is blest, And hope and joy abound.

And autumn brings rich golden things.

To meet the want of men, His bounty pour'd, enough is stored

Till harvest) comes a^ain.

King Christmas too, will come anew, 11

And all his blessings pour; But feasting glee must thankful be For seasons gone before.

There is a joy without alloy

That comes at Christmas tide : Divinely giv'n, it comes from heav'n

At any time beside.

HOME, SWEET HOME-

'Mid pleasure and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place, like home ; A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which seek thro' the world,is ne'er met with elsewhere.

Home, home, sweet, sweet, home,

There's no place like home,

Oh! there's no place like home.

I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild, And feel that my mother now thinks of her child, As she looks on the moon from her own cottage door, Thro' the wood-bine whose fragrance shall cheer me

[no more.] An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain, Oh, give me my lowly thath'd cottage again, The birds singing gaily, that came at my call, Give me them, and that peace of mind dearer than all.

12 COLUMBIA.

Oh, Columbia, the gem of the ocean; The home of the brave and the free, The shrine of each patriot's devotion, A world offers homage to thee, Thy mandates make heroes assemble T When Liberty's form stands in view; Thy banners make tyranny tremble, When borne by the red, white, and bltte. .

When war wing'd its wide desolation, And threaten'd the laiad to deform, The ark, then of freedom's foundation, . Columbia, rode safe thro' the storm ; With her garlands of vict'ry around ker,~ When proudly she bore her brave crew, With her flag proudly floating before her, . The boast of the red, white, and blue.

The star spangled banner bring hither,

O'er Columbia's true sons let it wave;

May the wreaths they have won never wither^.

Nor its stars cease to shine on the brave.

May the service united ne'er seyer

But they still to their colors prove true,

The army and navy forever,

Three cheers for the red, white, and blue.

The Golden Rule 18-

The golden rule, the golden rule, Oh that's the law for me ; Were this the law for all the world. How happy we should be.

The golden rule, the golden rule, Oh that's the law for me, To do to others as I would That they should do to me.

Were this the rule in harmony Our lives would pass away And none would suffer, none be poor, And none their trust betray .

The Farmer*

Shall I show you how the farmer, Shall I show you how the farmer, Shall I show you how the farmer, Sows his* barley and wheat?

Look 'tis so, so that the farmer. Look 'tis so, so that the farmer, Look 'tis so, so that the farmer, Sows his* barley and wheat. [* For 2d verse sing "mows his'* 3d, "brings in'^ 4th "threshes"— thus making four verses.]

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IJf National Hymn

My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty,

Of thee I sing ; Land where my fathers died, Laud of the pilgrim's pride, From every mountain side

Let Freedom ring! My native country thee, Land of the ooble free,

Thy name I love. I love thy rocks aud rills. Thy woods and templed hills My heart with rapture thrills.

Like that above. Let music swell the breeze And ring from all the trees,

Sweet freedom's song , Let mortal tongues awi\ke; Let all that breathes partake : Let rocks their silence break,

The sound prolong. Our father's God to thee. Author of liberty,

To thee we sing ; Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light ; Protect us by thy might,

Great God our Kina!

The Little Easy Bee 15

O the little busy bee,

In the garden you may see

Gath'ring honey thro' the golden Summer hours,

He is cheery and he's gay,

And intent he works away,

Storing treasures from the sweetest blooming flow'rs

Cho. Working, working in the sunbeams

Gath'ering honey all the day

O the little busy bee

Is the type for you and me

For the Winter he provides in sunuy May.

When the lark springs from the corn

In the early Summer mom,

And ascends on wiugs of gladness to the sky.

O the little busy bee

To his labor goeth he,

You may hear his merry song as he goes by

In the sultry glare of noon,

Still lie sings his merry tune,

As he ranges thro* the depth of some bright dell,

If you try to shut him in,

i ou will hear a pretty din.

And may chance to jzet an angry blow as well.

When the slowly sinking sun.

Tells that day is nearly done,

Then the little bee no more iucliu'ed to roam

With his laden bag and thighs,

Like an earnest worker hies,

To the lowly straw-built cot where is his homet

16 Lightly Row-

Lightly row! Lightly row!

O'er the glassy waves we go ; Smoothly glide! Smoothly glide!

On the silent tide. Let the winds and waters be

Mingled with our melody Sing and float! Sing and float!

In our little boat.

Far away! Far away!

Echo in the rock at play^ Calleth not! Calleth not!

To this lonely spot, Only with the sea-bird's note, Shall our dying music float Lightly row! Lightly row! Echo's voice is low.

Lightly row! Lightly row'

O'er the glassy waves we go, Smoothly glide! Smoothly glide!

On the silent tide. Let the winds and waters be

Mingled with our "melody ; Sing and float! Sing and float!

In our little boat.

WEEP FOE THE FALLEN. 17

Weep for the fallen! hang your heads in sorrow, And mournfully sing the requiem sad and slow, Thousands have perished by the fell destroyer,

Oh, weep for youth and beauty

Oh, weep for youth'and beauty, Oh weep for youth and beauty in the grave laid low!

Voices of wailing tell of hopeless anguish, While sorrowing mothers bid us onward go Hark! to their accents, they the broken hearted, Who weep for youth and beauty, Who weep for youth and beauty, Who weep for youth and beauty in the grave laid low!

Hear how they bid us sound the timely warning, While yet there is hope to shun the cup of woe, For is it nothing, ye who see no danger,

To weep for youth and beauty,

To weep for youth and beauty, To weep for youth and beauty in the grave laid low!

Weep for the fallen! but amid your sorrow,

Forget not the Cross that freedom can bestow.

Rescue the nation from the fell destroyer,, For why should youth and beauty, For why should youth and beauty,

For why should youth and beauty in the grave lie low!

18 Never say fail,

Keep working, 'tis wiser than sitting aside,

Never, oh, never say fail! And dreaming, and sighing, and waiting the tide ;

Never, oh, never say fail! In life's earnest battle they only prevail, Who daily march oaward and never say fail!

Never say fail! Never say fail!

Never, oh, never say faill

In life's rosy morning, in manhood's fair pride>

Never, oh, never say fail I Let this be your motto; your footsteps to guide.,

Never, oh, never say fail' In storm and in sunshine whatever assail, Push onward and conpuer, and never say fail!

Never say fail' Never say fail!

Never, oh, never say fail!

Beulah Land,

I've reached the land of corn and wine,

And all its riches freely mine ; Here shines undimm'd one blissful day,

For all my night has pass'd away.

Cho. O Beulah land sweet Beulah land, As on thy highest mount I stand,

\ look away across the sea,

Where mansions and prepared for me,

And veiw the shining glory shore ; My heav'n, my home forevermore.

Tbe Saviour comes and walks with me, ]_Q

And sweet communion here have we ;

He gently leads me by the hand, For this is Heaven's border land.

The zephyrs seem to float to me , Sweet sounds of heaven's melody

As angels with the white-robed throng Join in the sweet redemption song.

If a body Uriels a Lesson*

If a body finds a lesson

Rather hard and dry, If no body comes to iShowy him,

Need a body cry ? If he's little time to study

Should he stop and sigh ? Ere he says'I can not get it,'

Ought he not to try.

If a body scans his lesson

With a steady eye, All its hardness he will conquer,

Conquer by and by. Then how neatly he'll recite it^

Face not all awry! Ne'er again he'll say ll can notl

But will go and try!

20 The King and Miller-

There dwelt a miller, hale and bold,

Beside the river Dee ; He work'd and sang from morn till night ,

No lark more blithe then he ; And this the burden of his song

Forever used to bej ^'I envy no one no, not I!

And no one envies me!

"Thou'rt wrong, my friend," said old king Hal ,

As wrong as wrong can be ; Jb'or could my heart be light as thine,

I'd gladly change with thee, And tell me now. what makes thee sing

With voice so loud and free, While I am sad ; though I'm a King,

Beside the river Dee'/'

The miller smiled and doffed his cap- -

'I earn my bread" quoth he, k'I love my wife I love my frieud,

UI love my children three. I owe no one I cannot pay,

I thank the river Dee, That turns the mill that grinds the corn

To feed my babes and me.

"Good friend,'' said Hal, and sighed the while

VFarewell and happy be: But say no more, if thou' dst be true

That no one envies thee, Thy mealy cap iswoith my crown,

Thy mill my kingdom fee, Such men as thou are England's boast,

Oh miller of the Dee!

A ROSY CROWN.

A rosy crown we twine for thee, Of Flora's richest treasure,

We lead thee forth to dance and glee, To mirth and youthful pleasure.

Take, O take the rosy, the rosy crown Take, 0 take the rosy, the rosy crown,

The myrtle, thyme, and eglantine, One blended wreath discloses ;

And bid their fragrant breath combine With those emblushing roses.

We bade the fairest flowers that grow,

Their varied tribute render, To shine above that brow of snow

In all their sunny splendor. Then deign to wear the wreath we twine

Thy beauteous ringlets shading ; And be its charms a type of thine

Iu all except their fading.

f TEE MO WEK'8 SONG

When early morning's ruddy light Bids man to labor go: We haste with scythes all sharp and bright The meadow grass to mow, We mowers, dal de ral day, We cut the lilies and ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! Hey, dey, dey, yes, hey, dey, day, We cut the lilies and hay. The cheerful lark sings sweet and clear The blackbird chirps away, And all is lively, sprightly here Like merry, merry May, We mowers, dal de ral d&yj We roll the swath of green ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! Hey, dey, dey, yes, hey, dey, day, We roll the swath of green hay. The maidens come in gladsome train And skip along their way, Rejoiced to tread the grassy plain, And toss the newmown hay. The maidens, dal de ral day, They rake the lilies and— ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! Hay, dey, dey. yes, hty, dey, dey, They rake the lilies and hay.

ill Hail the Power of Jesus' name- %3

All hail the power of Jesus' name:

Let angels prostrate fall, Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown him Lord of all. Siuners, whose love can ne'er forget

The wormwood and the gall, Go, spread your trophies at His feet

And crown Him Lord of all. Let ev'ry kindred ev'ry tribe,

On this terrestrial ball , To Him all majesty ascribe,

And crown Him Lord of all.

Twilight is falling,

Twilight is stealing over the sea^ Shadows are falling dark on the lea, Borne on the night winds voices of yore Come from the far-oft shore. Cho . Far away beyond the star-lit skies, Where the love- light never^ neverdies, Gleameth a mansion fill'd with delight, Sweet, happy home so bright. Voices of lov'd ones! songs of the past! Still linger round me, while life shall last, Lonely I wander, sadly I roam, Seeking that far-off home. Come in the twilight, come, come to me! Bringing some message over the sea, Cheering my pathway, while here I roam Seeking that far-off home.

<&l A WA Y TO aCRO OL-

Our youthful hearts for learning burn,

Away, away to school: To science now our steps we turn ;

Away, away to school, We turn from home and all its charms, And leave our parents' loving arms ;

Away to school, away to school

Away, away to school.

Behold a happy band appears :

Away, away to school, The shout of joy now fills our ears :

Away, away to school, Our voices ring in music sweet, When with our friends in school we meet;

Away to school, away to school,

Away, away to school.

No more we roam in idle play,

Away, away to school. In study now we spend the day!

Away, away to school^ United in a peaceful band We're join'd in heart we're joiu'din hand

Away to school, away to school

Away, away to school.

IS E MILLERS DA UGS TEE . %&

|j : Down the stream so cheerily

Beside the mill we row, Where the echoes merrily

Their playful chorus throw ; : ||

CHO-Tra la la la, la la la la la la la

la la la la Tra la la la la la la la la la la la To the pretty Natalie

A passing draught we fill, Sweetly singing there,

Where tic-tac, tic-ta<3 goes the mill, Tic-tac, tic-tac goes the mill,

Tic-tac goes the mill.

When we call, oh, readily

She answers us again, And stops the wheel right steadly,

To hear our homeward strain.

Parting then, regretfully, We turn the dark'ning hill,

With "Pretty maid, adieu,"

AiM tic-tac, tic-tac goes the mill.

26 Come, Cheerful Companions

Come, cheerful companions, unite in our song,

Here's to the friends we love! May bountiful Heaven their sweet lives prolong!

Here's to the friends we love .

Cho. Oh, sympathy deepens whenever we sing ; Friendship's the mystical word in our ring;

Here's to our friends!

Here's to our friends! Here's to the friends we love!

And first, the dear parents who watch o'er our They are the friends we love! [youth

And next are the teachers who tell us of truth, They are the friends we love!

Next, think of the absent to all us dear,

They are the friends we love! Oh, would they were with us^ we would they were

They are the friends we love! (here!

And here's to the good, and the wise, ana the true,

They are the friends we love! Their beautiful lives are for me and for you.

They are the friends we love!

Rose of Allandale- 27

The morn was fair, the skies were clear,

No breath came o'er the sea,

When Mary left her highland cot,

And wander'd forth with me

The flowers deck'd the mountain side,

And fragrance fill'd the vale,

By far the sweetest flower there,

The rose of Allandale.

CHo.-Was the rose of Allandale,

Was the rose of Allandale.

Where'er I wander'd, east or west,

Tho' fate began to lower,

A solace still was she to me,

In sorrow's lonely hour :

When tempests lash'd our gallant bark^

And rent her shivering sail,

One maiden form with-stood the storm,

'Twas the rose of Allandale.

And when myfever'd lips were parch'd On burning Afric's sand^ She whisper'd notes of happiness, And tales of distant land : My life had been a wilderness, Unblest by fortune's gale, Had fate not link'd my lot to hers, The rose of Allandale.

38 Wake wake, the morning.

Wake, wake the morning^ bright the golden ray! All our hearts rejoicing hail the newborn day^ Come, O Lord, our Saviour, bless our youthful band Grant us heavenly favor ; guard us with thy hand.

Wake, wake the morning ; happy ^ happy day: A.11 our hearts and voices grateful homage pay, May the King of Glory from his throne above, Shed his gentle spirit, fill our hearts with love.

Wake, wake the morning, joyful tidings bear : Children's hearts and voices blend in greatful pray'r Come O Lord our Saviour, make us all thine own. Like the pure, sweet angels dwelling round thy throne

The silently falling snow-

In Hakes of a feathery white,

'Tis falling so gently and slow ; Oh! pleasant to me is the sight, When silently falling the snow;

Snow, snow, snow, When silently falling the snow,

Snow, snow, snow, When silently falling the snow.

The earth is all covered to day <£<)

With mantle of radiant show, *

It sparkles and shiDes in the ray In crystals of glittering snow ;

|| Snow, snow, snow, In crystals of glittering snow-

Oh, happy the snow birds I see, While hopping and flitting they go!

They tell of a lesson to me,

While feeding in beautiful snow,

| Snow, snow, snow. While feeding in beautiful snow.

How spotless it seems and how pure, I would that my spirit were so!

Then, long as my soul shall endure, More brightly Pd shine than the snow :

||Snow, snow, snow, More brightly I'd shine than the snow.

But soon with the breath of the spring, Down streamlets and rivers 'twill flow

The seasons of summer will bring, Bright flowers of silvery snow,

| |Snow, snoWj snow, Bright flowers of silvery snow .

30 BOJVJVIH DOON.

Ye banks and breas of bonnie Doon,

How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair, How can ye sing, ye little birds,

And I sae weary full of care? You'll break my heart, ye little birds,

That wanton through the flow'ring thorn, Ye mind me of departed joys,

Departed, never to return.

Oft have I strayed by bonnie Doon,

To see the rose and woodbine twine ; Where ilka bird sang of his love,

And fondly sae did I o'niine, With lightsome heart I pulled a rose,

Full sweet upon its thorny .tree. But my false lover stole the rose,

And left the thorn behind to me.

AMERICA.

God bless our native land!

Firm may she ever stand} Through storm and night ;

When the wild tempests rave, liuler of wind and wave,

Do Thou our country save By Thy great might!

For her our pray'rs shall rise , $ 2 To God above the skies,

On Him we wait,

Thou who art ever nigh^

Guarding with watchful eye, To Thee aloud we cry, God save the State! .

Little Things

Little drops of water,

Little grains of sand, Make the mighty Ocean And the beauteous land.

And the little moments, Humble though they be,

Make the mighty ages, Of eternity

So our little errors,

Lead the soul away. From the paths of virtue,

Oft in sin to stray.

Little deeds of kindness,

Little words ot love. Make our earth an Eden

Like the Heaven above.

Little seeds of mercy*

Sown by youthful hands, Grow to bless the nations Far in heathen lands.

32 Follow me full of glee

Children go, to and fro,

In a merry, pretty row, Footsteps light, faces bright,

'Tis a happy, happy sight. Swiftly turning round and round,

Do not look upon the ground: Follow me, full of glee?

Singing merrily.

Cho. Singing merrily, merrily, merrily, JSiug merrily , merrily, merrily, Follow me, full of glee, Singing merrily.

Birds are free, so are we,

And we live as happily ; Work we do, study too,

Learning daily something new, Than we laugh, and dance and sing,

Gay as birds or anything, Follow me, full of glee

Singing merrily.

Work is done, play's begun,

Now we have our laugh and fun: Happy days, pretty plays,

And no naughty, naughty ways. Holding fast each other's hand,

We're a happy, cheerful baud, Follow me, full of glee,

Singing merrily,

A ULD LAJV G S IJYE- 38

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to miud?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days of auld lang syne ?

Cho. For auld lang syne, my dear,

For auld lang syne ; We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet

For auld lang syne.

We twa ha'e run aboot the braes,

And puM the gowans fine ; But we've wander'd many a weary foot

Sin' auld lang syne.

We twa ha'e sporten i' the burn

Frae moruiu' sun till dine, But seas between us braid ha'e roared

Sin' auld lang syne.

And here's a hand, my trusty frien,' And gie's a hand o'thine,

We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne,

34 Twinkle* twinkle little star-

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are.

Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky!

Cho. Twinkle, twinkle little star, How I wonder what you are.

When the blazing sun is gone, When He nothiug shines upon,

Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle all the night.

Then the trav'ller in the dark Thanks you for your tiuy spark ;

He could Dot see which way to go, If you did not twinkle so.

In the dark blue sky you keep,

While you through my window peep

And you never shut your eye^ Till the sun is in the sky.

Rome, can I forget thee-

Home, home, can I forget thee,

Dear, dear, dearly loved home, No, no, still I regret thee,

Tho' I may far from thee roam. Home, home, home, home Dearest and happiest home.

Home, home, why did I leave thee? 35

Dear, dear friends, do not mourn,

Home home once more receive me, Quick to thee I'll return .

Happy Land*

There is a happy land^

Far, far away, Where saints in glory stand.

Bright, bright as day ; Oh, how they sweetly sing. Worthy is our Saviour King, Loud let his praises ring,

Praise, praise, for aye!

Bright in that happy land^

Beams ev'ry eye ; Kept by a Father's hand,

Love cannot die. Oh, then to glory run ; Be a crown and kingdom won, And bright above the sun,

We'll reign for aye'

Come to that happy laud

Come, come away, Why will ye doubting stand,

Why still delay Oh, we shall happy be, When from sin and sorrow free, Lord, we shall live with Thee, Blest, blest for aye!

36 DECK THE HALL

Deck the hall with boughs of holly, Fa la la la la la la la la.

'Tis the season to be jolly, Fa la la la la la la la la,

Don we now our gay apparel,

Troll the ancient Christmas carol, Fa la la la la la la la la.

See the blazing yule before us, Fa la la la la la la la la,

Strike the harp and joiu the chorus, Fa la la la la la la la la

Follow me in merry measure,

While I tell of Christmas treasure^ Fa la la la la la la la la.

Fast away the old year passes, Fa la la la la la la la la.

Hail the Dew, ye lads and lasses! Fa la la la la la la la la.

Sing we joyous all together,

Heedless of the wind and weather, Fa la la la la la la la la .

Mountain Maid's Invitation 37

Come, come, come,

O'er the hills free from care, In my home true pleasures share,

Blossoms sweety flowers most rare, Come where joys are found.

Here the sparkling dews of morn, Tree and shrub with gems adorn

Jewels bright, gaily worn, Beauty all around.

Tra la la la la la la, Tra la la la la la la

Jewels bright, gaily worn, Beauty all arouud.

Come, come, come,

Not a sigh, not a tear, E'er is found in sadness here

Music soft breathing near^ Charms away each care,

Birds in joyous hours among Hill and dale, with gratetul song,

Dearest strains here prolong, Vocal all the air,

Tra la la la la la la Tra la la la la la la,

Dearest strains here prolong^ Vocal all the air ?

gg Come, come, come;

When the day's gently gone, Evening shadows coming on,

Then, by love kindly won, Truest bliss be thine.

Ne'er was found a bliss so pure, Never joys so long endure ;

Who would not love secure ? Who would joys decline?

Tra la la la la la la Tra la la la la la la,

Who would not love secure? Who would joys decline?

HOBBY-HORSE

Hop, hop, hop! nimble as a top^ Where -'tis smooth and where 'tis stony,

Trudge along my little pony, Hop, hop, hop; hop, hop! nimble as a top.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! How like fun you go!

Very well, my little pony,

Safe's our jaunt tho' rough and stony,

Spare, spare, spare, spare, spare! Sure enough we're there.

Here, here here! yes, my pony dear;

Now with oats and hay I'll treat you! And with smiles will ever greet you,

Pony, pony dear! yes, my pony dear.

Flow gently: sweet Jlfton. 39

Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braes,

Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise^ My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,

Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. iThou stock-dove, whose echo resounds from the hill,

Ye wild whistling black-birds in yon thorny den, Thou green crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,

1 charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair.

How lofty, sweet Aftoa, thy ueigboring hills,

Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills There daily I wander as morn rises high,

My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,

Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow: There oft, as mild evening creeps over the lea,

The sweet scented birk shades my Mary and me.

Thy crystal stream, Afron, how lovely it glides.

Aud winds by the cot where my Mary resides! How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, (wave

As gathering sweet fluwerets, she stems thy clear Flow gently, sweet Aflon, amang thy green braes,

Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays: My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream.

Flow gently, sweet Afton. disturb not his dream.

40 UPIDEE-

The shades of night were falling fast,

Tra la la, Tra la la, As through a mountain village passed,

Tra la la la la A youth who bore, 'mid snow and ice,

A banner with the strange device.

Cho. Upideei, deei, da^ Upidee, Upida, Upideei, deei, da Upideeida!

His brow was sad ; his eye beneath,

Tra la la, fra la *a? Flashed like a falchion from its sheath,

Tra la la la la, And like a silver clarion rung,

The accents of that uuknown tongue.

4*0 stay," the maiden said, "and rest,

Tra la la, Tra la la. Thy weary head upou my breast!"

Tra la la la la, A tear stood in his bright blue eyei

But still he answers with a sigh. .

At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard,

Uttered the oft-repeated prayer. A voice cried through the startled air,

A traveler, by the faithful hound,

Half buried in the snow was found ; Still grasping in his hand of ice

That banner with the strange device.

MILL MAY 41

The strawberries grow in the mowing, Mill May,

And the bobolink sings on the tree; On the knolls the red clover is growing Mill May,

Then come to the meadow with me.

Cho— Yesi come; the ripe clusters among the thick grass,

We'll pick in the mowing. Mill May, Mill May ; And the long afternoon together we'll pass,

When the clover is growing, Mill May, May May, When the clover is growing, Mill May,

Come,, come, ere the season is over. Mill May, To the fields where the strawberries grow :

While the thick growing stems and the clover Mill May Shall meet us wherever we go.

The sun slanting under your bonnet, Mill May, Will soon bring a soft glow to your face,

And your lip the strawberries leave on it Mill May A tint that the sea shell would grace.

Paddle Jour own Canoe-

I've traveled about a 1bit in my time,

And of troubles I've seen a few ; But found it better in ev'ry clime,

To paddle my own canoe My wants they are small I care not at all,

If my debts are paid when due. I drive away strife in the ocean of life,

While I paddle my own canoe.

J^c£ Cho. Then love your neighbor as yourself, As the world you go traveling through ;

And never sit down with a tear or a frown, But paddle your own canoe.

It's all very well to depend on a friend,

That is, if you've proved him true, But you'll find it better by far in the end,

To paddle your own canoe. To borrow is dearer by far than to buy,

A maxim, though old, still true, You never will sigh if you only will try,

To paddle your own canoe.

If a hurricane rise in the midday skies,

And the sun be lost to view . Move steadily by with a steadfast eye,

And paddle your own canoe. The daisies that grow in the bright, green fields

Are blooming full sweet for you^ So never sit down with a tear or a frown.

But paddle your own canoe.

Tramp, Tramp, Tramp.

In the prison cell I sit?

Thinking mother, dear of you, And our bright and happy home so far away,

And the tears they fill my eyes

Spite of all that I can do^ J,g

Tho' I try to cheer my comrades and be gay.

Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are marching,

Cheer up comrades they will come, And beneath the starry flag

We will breathe the air again, Of the freeland in our own beloved home.

Cho. Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are marching,

Cheer up comrades, they will come, And beneath the starry flag,

We shall breathe the air again, Of the freeland in our own beloved home.

In the battle front we stood

Wheu their fiercest charge they made And they swept us off a hundred men or more.

But before we reached their lines, They were beaten back dismay' d

And we heard the cry of victory o'er and o'er.

So within the prison cell,

We are waiting for the day That shall come to open wide the iron door,

And the hollow eye grows bright, And the poor heart almost gay,

As we think of seeing home and friends once more.

4Ji When the green leaves-

When the green leaves come again, my love, When the green leaves come again,

Why put on a dark and cloudy face,

When the green leaves, When the green leaves, When the green leaves come again ?

Ah! the spring will still be like the last,

Of its promise false and vain. And the summer die in winter's arms,

Ere the green leaves come again.

So the seasons pass, and so our lives,

Yet I never will complain ; But 1 sigh, while yet I know not why

When the greeji leaves come airuiu.

Nay, lift up your thankful eyes, my love!

Thinking less of grief and paiu^ For as long as hill and vale shall last,

Will the green leaves come again.

Sure as earth lives under winter's snow, Sure as love lives under paiu.

It is good to sjing with every tiling^ When the green leaves come a<rain.

Old Folks At Some' Jfd

Way down upon the Swanee river,

Far, far away There's where my heart is turning ever,

There's where the old folks stay. All up and down the whole creation,

!Sadly I roam, Still longing for the old plantation,

And the old folks at home.

Cho. All the world is sad and dreary

Ev'ry where I roam, Oh darkies how my heart grows weary, Far from the old folks at home.

One little hut among the bushes,

One that I love. Still sadly o'er my mein'ry rushes,

No matter where I rove ; When will I see the bees a humming,

All around the comb ? When shall I hear the banjo tuning,

Down in my good old home?

All round the little farm I wandered*

When I was young, Then many happy days I squandered,

Many the songs I sung. When I was playing with my brother,

Happy was I Oh, take me back to my kind mother,

There let me live and die .

46 Battle Hymn of the Republic

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the

Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of

wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword,

His truth is marching on,

Cho. Glory! glory hallelujah!

His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred

circling camps. They have builded Him an altar in the evening

dews and damps, I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps,

His day is marching on.

I have read a fiery gospel writ iu burnished rows of

steely As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my

grace shall deal. Let the Hero born of woman crush the serpent with

his heel,

Since God is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat ^

He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judg- ment seat ;

Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilaut my feet!

Our God is marching on.

Stveet Hour of Prayer. Jf7

Sweet hour of prayer! Sweet hour of prayer.

That calls me from a world of care, And bids me at my Father's throne

Make all my wants and wishes known. In seasons of distress and grief

My soul has often found relief^ And oft escaped the tempter's snare

By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.

Sweet hour of prayer! Sweet hour of prayer!

Thy wings shall my petition bear To him, whose truth and faithfulness.

Engage the wailing soul to bless. And since he bids me seek his face^

Believe his word, and trust his grace, I'll cast on him my ev'ry care.

And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.

Sweet hour of prayer! Sweet hour of prayer.

May I thy consolation share: Till from Mount Pisgah's lofty height^

I view my home and take my flight, This robe of flesh I'll drop and rise

To seize the everlasting prize ; And shout, while passing though the air,

Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer,

48 SWINGING-

Oh the sports of childhood!

Roaming thro' the wild wood, Running o'er the meadows happy and free,

But my heart's a beating, For the old time greeting.

Swinging 'neath the old apple-tree.

Cho. Swinging, swinging, swinging, swinging, Lulling care to rest 'neath the old apple tree,

Swinging, swinging, swinging, swinging, Swinging 'neath the old apple tree.

Swaying in the sunbeams,

Bloating in the shadow, Sailing on the breezes, happy and free ;

Chasing all our sadness, Shouting in our gladness.

Swinging 'neath the old apple tree.

Oh, the sports of childhood!

Roaming thro' the wild wood, Swinging o'er the meadows, happy aud free,

How my heart's a beating, Thinking of the greeting,

Swinging 'neath the old apple tree .

Just Before the Battle Mother 49

Just before the battle Mother,

I am thinking most of you, While upon the field we're watching,

With the enemy in view Comrades brave around me lying,

Filled with thot's of home and God. For well we know that on the morrow,

Some will sleep beneath the sod.

Cho. Farewell, Mother, you may never

Press me to your heart again, But Oh, you'll not, forget me, Mother,

It' I'm numbered with the slain.

Oh, I long to see you, Mother,

And the loving ones at home, But I'll never leave our banner,

Till in honor I can come, Tell the traitors all around you,

That their cruel words we know, In ev'ry battle kill our soldiers,

By the help they give the foe.

Hark! I hear the bugles sounding

"lis the signal for the fight, Now, may God protect us, Mother

As he ever does the right. Hear the "Battle-Cry of freedoi

How it swells upon the aii7 Oh, yes, we'll rally round the standard,

Or we'll perish nobly there.

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50 G0OD-B1E.

Farewell, farewell is a lonely sound

And always brings a sigh, But give to ine when loved ones part,

That sweet old word "good-bye/, That sweet old word "good-bye,"

But give to me, when loved ones part, That sweet old word "good-bye.4 •'

Farewell, farewell may do for gay, When pleasure's throng is nigh,

But give to me that better word

That comes from the heart "good-bye,"

That comes from the heart "good-bye,'' But give to me that better word,

That comes from the heart c 'good-bye"

Adieu, adieu we hear it oft

With a tear^ perhaps with a sigh But the heart feels most when the lips move not

And the eye speaks the gentle "good-bye.''

Farewell, farewell is never heard^ When the tear's in the mother's eye,

Adieu, adieu she speaks it not , But, My love, good-bye good-bye.

Work for the Night is Coming- 51

Work, for the night is, coming?

Work through the morning hours, Work while the dew is sparkling,

Work mid springing flowers ; Work when the day grows brighten

Work in the glowing sun, Work for the night is coming.

When man's work is done.

Work, for the night is. coming ,

Work through the sunny noon; Fill brightest hours with labor.

Rest comes sure and soon: Give every flying minute

Something to keep in store ; Work, for the night is coming,

When man works no more.

Work, for the night is coming,

Under the sunset skies : While their bright tints are glowing,

Work, for daylight flies ; Work till the last beamfadeth,

Fadeth to shine no more ; Work, while the night is darkening,

When man's work is over.

52 MARYLAND-

The despot's heel is on thy shore, Maryland! my Maryland!

His touch is at thy temple door, Maryland! my Maryland!

Avenge the patriotic gore

That flecked the streets of Baltimore.

And be the battle queen of yore, Marylaud! my Maryland!

Dear mother! burst the tyrant's chain, Maryland! my Maryland!

Virginia should not call in vain, Maryland! my Maryland!

She meets her sisters on the plain ;

"Sic semper" 'tis the fond refrain

That baffles millions back amain, Maryland! my Maryland"

I hear the distant thunder hum, Maryland ! my Maryland! The Old Line's bugle, fife, and drum.

Maryland! my Maryland ! She is not dead, nor deaf, nor dumb. Huzza! she spurns the Northern scum. She breathes, she burns, she'll come, she'll come!

Maryland! my Maryland.

m, b, a 53

The A, B , C, is pleasant to rue, I'm learning all the day, v Whene'er I look on the page of a book I can see but A, B, C-

Cho. A, B, C, D, E, E. G,

H, I, J,K, L, M, N, 0,P, And down to X; Y. Z.

If I can fix these marks twenty- six

In my careless Little head, I'll read ev'ry book as soon as I look, At the letters o'er it spread.

I now will learn them all in their turn,

The letters large and small : For how can I spell or pronounce them well,

Till I have learned them all.

The bees and flies have bright little eyes,,

But they cannot read like me : They crawl on the book and seem to look

But they don't know A, B, C.

ONW'AED

ktOnward, onward, ever onward,''

Is the nations cry; "Freedom's cause will never languish^'

One and all reply.

5^. Cho Shout aloud the joyful chorus To the land we love, For who loveth not his country Must unfaithful prove.

Onward^ onward, land we cherish,

Bound by union's tie, May the banner waving o'er us

Ever float on high .

^nward, let our noble country

Ever lead the van, Trusting in the God of nations

For the guiding hand.

TO SCHOOL.

To our school, happy school, we will go. To our books and slates, haste away ;

And in school all our time well employ ; Never leaving to idle or play.

Cho. To our school we will go,

Though the wind and the storm may be near,

To our school we will go, 'Tis the home of our childhood so dear .

To our school, pleasant school, we will go, And in youth every moment employ :

To improve mind and heart, we will try, And our life will be pleasure and joy.

To our school, pleasaut school, we will go, Where are friendships that never shall fade,

Where are hopes that are tender and pure, Bursting forth into life newly made.

GAI AJVI) HAPPY.

We're the school that's gay and happy, In our places always found ; When the bell rings out its welcome^ 'Tis to me a merry sound.

Chorus. So let our playmates roam as they will,

Here we will be happy still, Seading, spelling^ playing, singing,

We'll be gay and happy still ;

If we only do our duty,

Faithful follow every rule, Then we shall be glad and happy

In our ever pleasant school.

Let us ever, as true scholars,

Mind the lessons we are taught, None but idle^ disobedient^

In the dunces' seat are caught.

56 SHERMAN

Hail glorious chief the country's pride

For victory follows thee : Thy fame is spreading far and wide^

Great cheiftain of the free, The bravest army iu the world,

Is being led by you, While freedom's banner is unfurled,

By the bonnie boys in blue,

Clio, 0 General Sherman O, O General Sherman O. The boys iu blue will light with you, O General Sherman 0,

On Shiloh's bloody battle-field,

He met Old Beauregard : Who found that Sherman would not yield^

And he took it very hard, He'd water his horse in the Tennessee,

That's what he said he'd do, But Billy Sherman got in the way.

With the bonuie boys in blue.

And when the rebels on Vicksburg's heights

Were all Coralled by Grant, Joe Johnston thought heM give us fits,

But Sherman said you can't Joe Johnston found there were some things

That lie could never do, He has to run when Sherman brings

His bonnie boys iu Blue,

On Mission Ridge he met the foe, 57

With Thomas and with Grant, And on that glorious field you know,

Our banners they did plant. Old Bragg and All his army fled

What else could Braxton do, When Grant and Sherman nobly led

The bonnie boys in blue.

Atlanta next was Sherman's aim

Though Dalton blocked the way, But flanking was the kind of game

That Sherman knew would pay^ Joe Johnston found that to retreat

Was all the way to do, For it was dangerous to meet

The Bonnie Boys in blue.

From Dalton down to Tennessee

Joe Johnston did retreat From there he found he must withdraw

Or meet a sore defeat, B&v'a hood I'll try the flanking game,

But he did'^t make it pay While Thomas brought Old Hood to shame

Sherman went his way.

COLUMBIA.

AIR— ' A ULD LANG S YNE. "

Columbia, my native home,

If e'er my fate should be, In foreign lands to toil or roam,

My heart will cling to thee.

?)$ Columbia! O, how I prize

Thee, Dative laud of mine ; Italia's blue and sunny skies, Are not more bright than thine.

Columbia, no other land,

Is half so good, so free; Tho' diadems may them command,

Thy laurel wreaths for me.

ColumbL, nhere'er I go, My heart will ever be, Thro' joy or grief, thro' weal or wo, | My native land, with thee.

MARCHING ALONG-

The -hildren are gath'ring from near and from far, 'I he trumpet is sounding the call for the war,

The conflict is raging, 'twill be fearful aDd long, We'll gird on our armor, and be marching along.

Cho. Marchiiie along, we are marching along

Gird on the 4rmor and be marchiug along, The conflict is raging, 'twill be fearful and loug, Then ijrird on the armor and be marching ak .•• t m The foe is before us in battle array,

But let us not waver nor turn trom the way, The Lord is our strength be this ever our song. With courage and faith we are marching along.

Through conflicts and trials our crowns we must win

For here we contend 'gainst temptation and sin ; But one thing assure?: us, we can not go wrong, If trusting our Saviour, while marching along.