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FLYING CLOUD
And One Hundred and Fifty other Old Time Songs
and Ballads of Outdoor Men, Sailors, Lumber
Jacks, Soldiers, Men of the Great Lakes,
Railroadmen, Miners, etc.
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Compiled by
M. C. DEAN
THE QUICKPR1NT
VIRGINIA. MINNESOTA
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faithfully
"iid. tli.
il with him on a shi
To 11
I anything
3 tin- dr, I on tlivm t !
sailed
a main topsail 1-
alliint 1 ahaft
.tin.
ml spin saik sel takin
liu-ii 1 n;.
our jil.ink a;
sea.
In tli" hroo \vt-
jld them to the planters there, to be slave* 1 :aore;
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Tlie rice ami COJ \\ the burn
To lead a hard and wretched life until their
And now our money is all spent and we are off
"When Captain Moore he came on board and said to us his
''There is gold and silver to be had if with me you'll remain,
"We'll hoist aloft a pirate flag and scour the Spanish Main.''
"We all agreed but five young; lads who told us them to land.
Two of those were Boston boys, two more from Newfoundland:
And the other was an Irish lad belonging to Trimore.
I wish to God I had joined those boys and went with them
on shore.
We sank and plundered many a ship down on the Spanish Main,
Left many a widow and orphan child in sorrow to remain:
"We made them walk out on our plank, gave to them a wi
grave,
For a saying of our captain was that a dead man tells no tales.
Pursued we were by many ships, both frigates and liners, too,
But for to catch the Flying Cloud was a thing they
could do:
It was all in vain astern of us their cannons roared so loud,
It was all in vain to ever try for to catch the Flying Cloud.
Till a Spanish ship, a man-of-war, the Dungeon, hove in view,
And fired a shot across our boys as a signal to heave to ;
"We gave to her no answer, but sailed before the wind.
Until a chain shot broke our mizzen mast and then w
behind.
"We cleared our deck for action as she came up 'longside,
Ajnd soon from off our quarter decks there ran a crimson tide ;
"We fought till Captain Moore was killed, and eighty of his men,
"When a bomb shell set our ship on fire, we were forced to sur-
render then.
Now fare you well, you shady groves and the girl that I do adore,
Your voice like music soft and sweet will never cheer me more ;
No more will I kiss those ruby lips or clasp that silk-soft hand,
For here I must die a shameful death out in some foreign land.
It was next to New Gate I was brought, bound down in iron
chains,
For the plundering of ships at sea down on the Spanish Main - r
It was drinking and bad company that made a wretch of me,
So youths beware of my sad fate and my curse on Piracy.
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'h.' huii!
luaniia.
'ill as the hold Sns<|iiehanna :
1 of tin- earth. .
my heart is Liiluaima.
>nld swim hy hr si
; In- hold Snsipiehanna :
ihl divam of her by ni^lit. I'd thin!,
Till I won llit> In-art of Ijilnanna
I'ATKIUv SFIKKIIAX.
i 'at riek Sheehan. in. are thir:
n iii Tipp.-rary. not far from (ialtim
j-,a!-(Mits. Itut now they arc lyiiiir low.
And it's many the happy days I spent in the
alher died. I .-lose,] his , ^ide our cabin d<-
'i'lic landlord and the sheriff, too, were ther-- the d;iy 1>
as then my pool- old mother and sisters, t\v
With hi-oken hearts were foived to l.-avt> the <_dens of A):
Then for three months in search of work I ramhled far and
n 1 went nnto the poor lion- my mother dear:
The news I heard niirh broke my heart, imt yet in all my woe,
I hlest the friends that made their praxes in th<
;' home, of kith and kin, and plenty all aron;
I within my eahin and slept upon the urroimd :
my lot it was, 1 ne'er did hardships kn<
I'ntil I joined the Kn.u'lish army far away from Ahe 1
up, yon la/y Irish do-j. " tlie eorporal he ame aroniul.
;/on hear the IniLrle, the called to arms.
i, I had heen di-eajiiinu' of <i,
not in Aher
my musket, how dark I thought tie
(Hi, t ;d dayli 1 .'
A-lien 1 found that T was blind, lh i flow-
Arid 1 longed for even a panp -^rloe.
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Xow a poor, forlorn mendicant, I wander th-
My nine months' pension being: out, I beg from all I ni'
But since I joined my country's tyrants my fare I ;
show
To the kimUand loving neighbors in the glens of Aherloe.
Oh, Blessed 'Virgin Mary, mine is a mournful tale,
A poor blind prisoner here I lie in Dublin's dreary jail;
Struck blind within the trenches where I never feared the foe,
But now I never more will see my own sweet Aherloe.
youths and fellow countrymen, take heed to what I
Don't ever join the English ranks or you'll surely rue the clay,
And if ever you are tempted a-soldieriiig to go,
Remember poor blind Sheehan and the glens of Aherloe.
MORRISY AND THE RUSSIAN SAILOR.
Come, all you sons of Erin, attention now I era
While I relate the praises of an Irish hero br
ming a great fight, me boys, all" on the other d
Between a Russian sailor and bold Jack Moi"
It was in Tierra Del Fueiro, in South Ame,
The Rus ^llenged and unto him did s
"I hear you are ng man and wear a bolt, I
What do you say, will you consent to have a round with me?' r
Then up spoke bold Jack Morrisr. with a h iout and true,.
Saying, "I am a gallant Irishman that i as subdued; .
Oh, I can whale a Yankt .-in bull or 1
And- in honor of old Paddy's land I'll still these laurels wear.
These words enraged the Russian upon that foreign land,
To think that he would be put down by any Irishman ;
He says, "You are too light for me, on that make no mistake,
I would have you to resign the belt, or else your life I'.ll take. "
To fight upon the tenth of June those heroes did agree,
^nd thousands came from every part the battle for to see;
The English and the Russians, their hearts were filled with glee,
They swore the Russian sailor boy would kill bold Morrisy.
They both stripped off, stepped in the ring, most glorious to
be seen,
And Morrisy put on the belt, bound 'round with shamrocks,
green,
Full twenty thousand dollars, as you may plainly see,
That was to be the champion's prize that gained the rictory.
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Tliis b
: 'ly did 5
DIER.
Wl
On 11
AY!
lay,
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My mother o'- ^a,
So that when upon it she may look.
She'll kindly think' of me;
And tell her though mid India's sands,
My mouldering dust may lay,
My heart is still in Erin,
Old Erin, far away.
"TV11 my sister, though long years have passed
Since I saw her smiling face,
That her form's still present to my mind,
Each feature I can trace:
And at this, my last and dying hour,
-My wandering thoughts they stray
To those : lades where oft we phi
In old Erin far away.
"Tell my brothers that 1 nobly fought,
And as our father died,
"With my bayonet charging on the i
And sabre by my si
It nerved my heart to conquer,
And the Sepoy foe to slay,
visions bright cam; 1 o'er my sight
Of old Erin far away.
"Tell the friends with whom in childhood
I played 'round the old oak tree,
That my last breath blest them dying,
In a land far o'er the sea;
And tell them that I bled and fought,
On this eventful day.
For Britania's honor, Britania's Queen,
And old Erin far away.''
His voice grew low and weaker,
And slowly sank his head,
His comrade stooped to raise him,
But the spark of life had fled;
A .grave was made in which he was laid,
Ere closed the waning day,
Far from those haunts he loved so well,
In old Erin far away.
AXD THEY CALLED IT IRELAND.
Did you ever hear the story of how Ireland got its name?
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I'll tell \
'd mother loilhl
t tie drop of I [eaven Pel
! on the or. 'an in
when f
And ' d d.-w upon it .1
he only place you'll fmd th
they sprinkled it with star dn-t. .i
ad,
I it fini.-
the Shillalah and ti
a little d r. >1
PATRICK li'II.KY.
.My name is Patrick Kiley. ihe truth I will u\.
1 was horn near Clonis, in ; ; iy of T
ae tenderly, they had no child Inn :
And with them I lived content. ul till I
k a notion to cross the
oinotion un.1t) Amer
"mployment in thai land, a forl in,
when 1 had ain.
1 had a sweetheart, -lane Wilson was lu*r n;
And when she heard I W8 1 rai-hl\
:i II it he '
away and h hroken-h
,id I. ! n.. i afraid : il
My daily ihoii-hl^ \\ill be of yon while on Coliui
And wlien 1 do return airain, if < rod
ay hand in ; 'hat I Ml
AVith thi- ; -i 11 '"' 1
nt.
And down to Justice Ilarr'n.
And she swore I had ill-used her, had treated h< 'fully,
I had robbed her of her virgin bloom which proved he
I soon was apprehended, as you may understand,
And they marched me off to Liffy jail at the Magistrate's
command ;
It's there I lay in irons until my trial day.
Oh, little did I ever think she'd swear my life away.
On the twenty-first day of July my trial it came on,
This maid, being void of Scripture, before the judge did stand,
And she swore I had waylaid her and robbed her of five pound,
And tried to force her in a pool where she soon would 1
drowned.
The judge then charged the jury with words that were s-
Saying, "This maid must now be rightified for all slip's had
to bear."
The jury gave their verdict, aloud the judge did
"For your cruelty unto this maid, young Riley, you must
When I received my sentence my eyes with tears did fl
The thoughts of leaving my mother in sorrow, grief and woe;
She being so far advanced in years and had no child but me,
How could she bear to see me hang upon the gallows ti
And now as I'm about to meet my God, all on this very day,
I never injured that fair false one that swore my life away;
The time is fast approaching, I have no more to
May the Lord receive my soul with joy, .good people, for me
pray.
THE ARK A XS AW NAVVY.
listen to my story and I'll tell you in my chant
It's the lamentation of an Irish emi.u'rant,
Who lately crossed the ocean and misfortune never s
'Till he worked upon the railroad in the State of Ark; 1
When I landed in St. Louis I'd ten dollars and no more,
I read the daily papers until both me eyes w y ere sore;
I was looking for advertisements until at length I saw
Five hundred men were wanted in the State of Arkansaw.
Oh, how me heart it bounded when I read the joyful ne
light way then I started for the raging Billie Hugh*
Says he, "Hand me five dollars and a ticket you will draw
That will take von to the railroad in the State of Arkansaw.
ill ;ill that hind
his ;
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r hill IS iiot'ol. h '
And d I'm- ii in tho State <>)' A r
1 u]> my turkoy. In;
! iiint leads i" the < >zarl
ild moll vein- hi-iirl with jit;.
minors with tln-ir 1
dirty lui >w
llio rail
;ind tired of railroading and 1 think 1'i
1 Ml !: .-Hid shd and I Ml rai
1 I Ml in;
1 Ml hid ! railroading ;ind
^VBN, VOU MY M
..MF. FKO.M THERE.
e like li
ired in \.
in 1lio
THE GIRL I LEFT BE HIM).
My parents reared me tenderly, they had no child hut i.
My mind being bent on rambling, with them could not a
80 soon became a rover, which grieved their hearts full s
I left my aged parents, I ne'er will see them more.
There lived a wealthy farmer in the country close by,
He had a lovely daughter and on her I'd cast my e;
She was noble-minded, tall, beautiful and fair,
With -Columbia 's loveliest daughters she truly could compare.
I told her 1 my intentions was soon to cross the main.
And asked if she would be true to me until I returned again;
Great drops of tears stood in her eyes, her bosom heaved a sigh,
"Dear youth/' says she, "fear not for me, my love will no
die/'
But somewhere I have heard or read that which I cannot be-
lieve,
That distance breaks the links of love and leaves the maid to
grieve :
I fondly clasped her to my breast and kissed away her tears,
And I swore by Him above the skies that I would be sin-
According to agreement, then. I went on board the ship
And to the town of Glasgow 1 had a pleasant trip:
I found that gold was plenty there, and girls were free and kind,
And my thoughts began to cool a bit for the girl I left behind.
For Dumfries town I next set out, that hospitable land.
Where handsome Jennie Ferguson she took me by the hand;
She says, "I've gold in plenty and love for you I find,''
And the thoughts of gold destroyed my love for the maid I'
left behind.
She says, "If you will marry me and say no more you'll rove,
The .gold that I've got is yours, and I will faithful pro
But friends or relations that you have left behind,
Ton never, if you marry me. again must bear in mind.
To this I soon consented, I own it to my shame,
For what man can be happy when he knows he is to blame?
It's true I've gold in plenty, my wife is somewhat kind.
But my pillow still is haunted by the friends I left behind.
My father in his winding sheet, my mother, too. appears,
The girl I loved seems by their sides, a-kissing away their tears;
Of broken hearts they all have died and now too 'late I find
That God has seen my cruelty to the girl I left behind.
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Tl! -K T1IK l.n
in Jin
Through th-
Tii,. rks warM'-d mel
rrily tin- whipporwill M
:M'_T.
whistling for rain,
the partrid-r all around n d rummiiiL',
On the l.anks of ill.- LinI" Auplai
Tin- sun lo the \\
Had shaded the tree tops with red,
My wanderii --d me onward,
N>t carinir wherever 1 stra;
Till f>y clmnce 1 ln-h.-M ,-i fai
Who mjOSl bitterly did .omplain,
It \\as all for ]! :' IHT lover
inks of th- Little Aiipli:
1 holdiy sti-pjHMl up to this fair
And this unto h<-r 1 did say,
"Why an- you 80 sad and so mournful,
When all nature is smiling and gfl
li "s all for a jolly yonn-' raftsman,
l->ut I fear I will' see him no mo
onsin I\'
A-pnllin-' a fifteen-foot OET."
i jolly you: iau
litM-r in such awful despair,
Pray tell m-.* the name of your true !
'And what kind of .-lothes did li-
"His pants' wej-e made of two m.-al s;u-ks,
\Vith a ]>at-li a foot wide on eaeh I-:
And hi* jacket and shirt ill-.-; !yed
With the bai-k of the butternut r
"H ;iclincd :'ly.
re,l ;is the sllll.
II.- wav i;i!l ami luii!
II is hei'j-ln was
iinnie Murphy,
And ITN equal
Hut he is down on the Wisconsin R
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.mie Murphy was t he u; love,
H. man I knew very well.
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But sad is the tale I must tell you,
Your Johnnie was drowned in the Dalles.
We buried him 'neath a scrub Norv
And his face you will ne'er see again;
No stone marks the grave of your lover,
And he is far from the Little Auplaine."
When she heard me say this she fainted,
And fell at my feet like one dead;
I scooped up a hat full of water
And threw it all over her head.
She opened her eyes and looked wildly,
She acted like one that's insane,
I thought to myself she had gone crazy .
On the banks of the Little Auplaine.
"My* curse "be upon you, Ross Campbell,
For taking my Johnnie aw,
May the eagles take hold of your body,
And sink it 'way down in the clay.
May your lumber -all go to the bottom,
Never ri>v to the surface no more:
May all of yoin ind your sandbars
Go as dry a^ the log schoolhouse floor.
"And now I will leave this location,
I'll tea oh district school no mo;
I will go whore never, 110 never,
I will hear the screech of a fifteen-foot oar.
I will go to some far distant count!
To England, to France or to Spain,
But I will never forget Johnnie Murphy
Or the banks of the Little Auplaine.
RED IRON ORE.
Come, all you bold sailors that follow the lakes
On an iron ore vessel, your living to make :
I shipped in Chicago, bid adieu to the shore,
Bound away to Escanaba for red iron ore.
Derry Down, Down, Down, Derry Down.
In the month of September, the seventeenth day,
Two dollars and a quarter is all they would pay.
And on Monday morning from Bridgeport did take
The E. C. Roberts out in the lake.
Derry Down, Down. Down, Derry Down.
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And
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But Captain Harvey Shannon had ought to .stand tr-
siting into Cleveland ahead of the fleet.
Derry Down, Down, Down, Deny Down.
Now my song- it is ended, I hope you won't laugh,
Our dunnage is packed and all hands are paid off;
Here is health to the Roberts, she's staunch, strong and true,
Not forgotten the bold boys that comprise her er
Derry Down, Down, Down, Derry Down.
THE CHARGE AT FREDRICKSBl'RG.
It was just before the last fierce charge,
Two soldiers drew their rein,
With a parting word and touch of the hand.
They might never meet again-.
One had blue eyes and sunny curls.
Nineteen but a month ago,
Red on his cheek, down on his chin,
He was only a boy, you know.
The other was dark and tall and stern,
His fate in the world was dim,
He trusted more in those he loved,
They were all the world to him.
They had ridden together in many a raid,
They had marched for many a mile,
But never before had they met the foe
With a calm and hopeful smile.
Now they looked into each other's eye
With an awful, ghastly gloom,
The tall, dark man was first to speak.
Saying, "Charlie, my hour has come,
Together we'll ride up the hill,
But you '11 ride back alone :
But it is little trouble for me take
When I am dead and gone.
''You will find a fond' face on my breast,
I'll wear it in the fight,
With soft blue eyes and sunny curls
That shine like morning light:
Like morning light was her love for me,
She gladdened my weary life, r
And it's little I cared for the frowns of fate
When she promised to be my wife.
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\\
! will \vjiit
hi lli.- border land between ;
ill is Heaven until
'Hilled ill.' lil
ain,
I'll d<> your l'i'l< ! '
I rid<- i in*;
lint if you rid,- l>a-k and 1 ;iui <!
i will dr> tin 1 same for n
My M..I her al home mlisl hear tin- n
'y.
another <)f 111 DSf Si'
buried both husband a
I w;i> the Ias1 my counli-y Jillcr.
;iiid scut in' on.
lioni.- lik<> ;. wairin.ir saint.
With Mitt- with w
h-;irt will lio hroko whou T am rov
I will se on, 1
ihtMi the order <-aino to dia
t hand touched hand,
! aye ami on they went.
i hand:
lit to ii ; of the hill,
Wl -Is with shot and shell
Mov h in our toiling rju: :
: them as they fell.
They turned with an awful, dyin-- yell
Ml the he-i'J'hts they could HI
at^ death ;nnl doom h:id
-lowly 1 in :
Til the I; -d tliey liavc h-l'l In-hind
The hoy with the curly hair.
i the tall, dark man tha
Lay dead ith him the
that lovely
hat her lover >aid.
And th" uiotluM- that waits for hi
AVill on! 'He's d
And never will know the last fond though
That sought to soften her pain,
Until she crosses the border land
And stands by his side again.
O'SHAUGHAXKSEY.
Oh, me name it is O'Shaughanesey, the trnth I now will tell
to ye.
I work upon the section and I am an, Irishman;
But some brakemen came the other day and unto myself
words did s
"O'Shaughanesey, you must away to go braking on the train.''
They took me out into the yard, they put in me hand
time card,
They told me braking wasn't hard, if I was only game.
They put on me head a railroad cap, they said it belong
Oliver Spratt,
Another dacent Irish chap that was braking on the train.
They sent me out on Number Tin, 'twas then me troubles did
bej.
And where in the divil they all came in it nearly racked me
brain;
For one would send me for a pin, the other would fire me
again,
And they kept me running from end to end when I was brak-
ing on the train.
They sent me after some red "He," with the boys I had a
ble trial,
The boss sair he was out of it, but told me to call again :
I axed him for a flat car key, 'twas then his eye lie winked atfme,
.Saying. 4 'I think "Shaugli s braking
; the train.
"We had a dale of switching to do in a yard, "on meself it came
most mighty hard,
And how in the divii -i'e I never can I
For they sent me to make a flying switch, meself and th<
car went in the ditch.
The conductor called >n of a b when I was braking
on the train.
They sent me out 011 the upper deck, I thought I'd surely break
me neck,
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I hunt'.'d nil around
And
! th,. \vi
lid vou
' with n ^vlh-n 1
id,
in will stay will
J said. "My fair lady, that n
For I have a true sweetheart in my own country."
And I would not forsake her for her poverty,
Her face is more fair than the lass of Mbhe.
And now I am home in my own native land,
And friends and relations around me do stand.
But of all that come near me or of all that I see.
There is none can compare with the lass of Mohe.
For this Indian lass she was modest and kind.
She acted her part *o beautiful and fine.
When T was a stran- .ok me to her home,
And I'll think on the Mohe as I wander alone.
THE APPRENTICE BOY.
ir Linster I was born, not of a high deur
My parents they adored me. they had no child but me;
I roved around for pleasure where'er my fancy lay,
Until I was bound apprentice, then all joys passed away.
My master and my mistress they did not use me well,
I formed a resolution not long with them to dwell;
So, unknown to friends and kindred, I slyly stole away,
And steered my course to Dublin, to me a woeful day.
I had not been in Dublin a day but only three
"When an estated lady proposed to hire me:
She offered great inducements her waiting man to be,
If I would go with her to London, which proved my destiny.
Her offer I accepted, my fortune being low.
In hopes of grand promotion if along with her I'd go;
And as we sailed over-bound for that British shore.
It is little I thought I ne'er would see my native country more.
"When we arrived in London to view that fine city.
My evil-minded mistress grew very fond of me:
She offered me ten thousand pounds to be paid down in hand,
If I'd agree to marry her it would be at my command.
"Oh. mistress, honored mistress, you must excuse me now,
For I am already promised upon a solemn vow-.
i am already promised, and a solemn vow I've made,
To wed with none but Jennie, your handsome waiting maid."
In wrath and indignation my evil mi- id,
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:o lintli'm_' that's contrary to my oath;
ith, madam, luit supp
1 would imi part \\ith my je\\e] for ten tin-
:iiii'_r in tin- ";arden. a lakinir in the air,
followed after me. phu-kinir the fh>-
',-itiiir watch she took at tl
>'d it In my pocket, for which I now HUM d
nt,
AYhere 1 in bondage, my sorrows to lament :
AYher left in hondanv until my trial .
My mistress thought it was no harm
: now I am on the Callows and I mi:-
iiltl not l>r:-ak the vows 1 made unto m;
Thonjrli fa:- fnuu home and kindreil. 1 hi, I the \v
]\I\- charminj-. live]\- Jennie, I die for love O f von.
TIIK BIGLBKS CREW.
all my hoy.s and listen. ; t soiiu' I'll g >n,
all ahont the liiLi'ler and of her jolly crow;
In Milwaukee last ( > i'_rht
In t : 'iier calh'd the RiL.de)' helonjitu- to 1
her, jump up on her jnber
her the .'id let h"r slide, the hoys will pits
through.
M ns howling, the winds were M
llo i'rom Milwaukee.
It w, morning ahont the hour of ten.
The lue i into Lake Midii-an :
in the middle of the I'l-
And the \\-jj. .
wind chopped 'round I
hot i
.led on.
"With it oh of
But the wind it came ah
Mars and a half a day just suited the Bi
there unto ;vd her full
-And we k- -nd, my boy- ,] He.
Skillagelee and YVabbL . the
But wo drove them on before ns the nicest ever
Out into Lake Huron from the Straits of Mackinaw.
,iade Pr 'ulit and then Wi
The wind it '> >f Thunder Bay.
But when tlie wind it shifted, we hauled her starboard
"With a good lookout ahead for the Light of the Point AuBai
We made 'it and k<>pt in siuht of M fth Shore,
A -booming for the river
>t Port Hui-M LI anchor
ud took
The Sweepstakes look id all oi and aft,
owed us and stuck us on the flats,
arted the Hunter's tow line in trying to irive relief,
And irn weni 'iapl?
Leaf.
then she lowed us outside ; jht,
:i and the bi I winds i
iig from the southar ddled our own canoe,
"With her nose pointed for the 'Dummy, site's hell bent for
Buffalo.
We made the OH and passed lorn*. Point, the wind was blowing
free,
\Ve howled alonir the Canada shore, Port Col borne on our lea;
"\Yhat is it that looms up ahead, so well known
For like a Waxing star shone the light on Buffalo Pier.
And now we are safely landed in Buffalo Creek at last,
And under Rdggs' elevator the Bigler she's made fast.
And in some Lager beer saloon we'll let the bottle ]
For we are jolly shipmates and we'll drink a social gl;
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in P.ritjmia !<> old (.'ran
'I'd renew >
' I hope Voll Will l:
' da
read lli-
oli had ii to Kilda:
lid,
ition hold l)omi'l\- did ;
.tin Kelh'v in ii
Tli- !>et ten ID uic
ts this ne'er coul
n.
hurl\- ehaim
h fully lined c;irh Q
to nine they parriel. jivlj.-n Donnely k- aim
nild. and old ( Jraniia sinilrd.
id pom;
g art ive. he knocked down Dom
in ir of true Mood, he ro illy :
!y down arain.
!-:nrlNh
hattle is all in vain/'
was that day 11;
the pl.t
boldly into the rin.Lr, sayii iiat do
mane?
You are as true an in the flenfry all may 8
e had a
1 let him know lu-fore ! .vill pay for all."
Cooper stood on his G\VI. B, exertion failed to show,
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Until Donnely gave , inple blow that proved
throw.
Oh, you sons of proud Britainia, your boasting now recall,
Since Cooper lie by Donnely has met his sad downfall;
Out of eleven rounds he got nine knockdowns, besides broke
his jawbone;
Well done, my child, and ould Granua smiled, e ''The
dav is all our own."
SKIBBEREEN.
father, dear, I often hear you speak of Erin's Isle,
It seems so bright and beautiful, so ri.-h and rare the soil;
You say it is a bounteous land wherein a prince might dwell,
Then why did you abandon it, the reason to me tell.
yiy son, I loved my native land with favor and with pride,
Her peaceful groves, her mountains rude, her valleys
and wide:
It was there I lived in manhood's prime and sported when a boy,
The Shamrock and Shillalah was my constant boast and joy.
But lo! a blight came o'er my crops, my sheep and cattle died,
The rent ran due, the taxes, too, I ne'er could have supplied;
The landlord turned me from the cot where born had I been,
And that, my boy. is the reason why I left old Skibbereen.
It is well do I remember that dark November day,
"When the landlord and the sheriff came to drive us all away;
They set the roof a-blazing with a demon yell of Spleen,
And when it fell the crash was heard all over Skibbereen.
Your mother, too, God rest her soul, fell 011 the snowy ground,
And fainted in her anguish at the desolation around-
She ne'er recovered, but passed away from life to Malchasene,
And found a grave of quiet rest in poor old Skibbereen.
Then sadly I recall the days of gloomy Ninety-eight,
I rose in vengeance with the boys to battle again' fate;
"We were hunted through the mountains as traitors to the queen,
And that, my boy, is the reason why I left old Skibbereen.
You then, my son, was scare three years old and feeble was
your frame,
I would not leave you with my friends, you bore my Father's
name;
I wrapped you in my kosamane, at dead of night unseen,
I hoye a sigh and bade good-bye to poor old Skibbereen.
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ill
1 wii;
i hi'jh we will raisi- t he cry, " I i
.I.KKA IJAWX.
In ill.- golden :
( 'In.xe by til-' Shannon xtiv;MH,
There lives a maid that holds my h.
id haunts it like a div;i
With shining show -Men hi
All.
Her clir.'ks would make the - j>aN\
.My dai'lin.Lr <'<>lhvu I5a\vu.
II. T hands arc whiter than the snow,
1*1)011 the mountain side.
ter than the creamy foam.
That floats upon th.- tide;
:eelh lik" dr<
That spai-kles on the lawn.
Oh, the sunshine of my life she
My darliiiLT Colleen Bawn.
Althnujrh she seldom speaks to p
I think on her with pride,
3 I courted her.
And asked her to he my hride;
But dreary spells of cold ne_ r h-rt
Is all from her I have drawn,
For I'm but a pool- lahoriii'_r hoy.
And she's the ( 'olleen Bawn.
And to h-ave old Ireland far behind
Is oft times in my mind,
To o roaming for some other bride,
And country for to find :
But I ha vome low spalpeens,
1'pon her f< vaiiirhn.
Which keeps me near to Lruar.l my dear,
My darliiiLT Co: wn.
The ladies ..f \. iiii. -rick have that ^ ;
Throughout old Erin's Isle.
walls,
- they did in days o:
They liave kept away the enemy.
All night until the dawn.
And most worthy of the title
Is mv darling Colleen Bawn.
HEEXAN AND SAYERS.
It was in merry England, the home of Johnnie Bull,
"Where Britons fill their ;hey fill them brimming full,
And of the toast they drank it was to Briton's brave,
And it is long may our champion bring victories o'er the wave.
Then up jumps ! -inny. and lie looks across the main,
Sayii Jiat your English bully I hear bellowing again?
Oh, has he not forgotten the giant o'er the pond,
"Who used to j unon balls when his day's work was done?
member. Johnnie, the giant stronger grows,
He is always on his muscle and ready for his fo
"When but a boj r - at Yorktown I caused you for to sigh, -
So when e'er you boast of fighting, Johnnie Bull, mind your
It was in merry England, all "In the blooming spring,
"When this burly English champion he stripped off in the ring,
10 fight young Heenan, our gallant son of Troy,
And to try his l-ji-lish muscle on our bold Benicia boy.
There were two brilliant flags, my boys, a-floating o'er the ring,
The British were a lion all ready for a spri
The Yankee was an eagle, and an awful bird she was,
For she carried a bunch of thunderbolts well fastened in her
elaws.
The coppers they wen . me boys, the fighting did <
It was two to one on rolling in;
They fought like loyal heroes, until one received a blow,
And the red crimson torrent from our Yankee's nose did flow.
''First blood, first blood, my Tommy boy," the English cried
with joy,
The English cheer their hero while the bold Benicia boy,
The tiger rose within him, like lightning flared his eye,
Saying, "Mark away, old England, but Tommie, mind your
eye."
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lie \\liilc li.- held Iiiiii in
!i. whicl
fie ami
' I'liion hist forever and our I-' I "Hd d-
nnie Hull, i.
OUNQ MIUNBOE,
I In-: iOD and listen li!
Manfully ami bra
he in-'t with a WJ
ill quickly !,
Our lo.u's wen in hijrli. v,-c could DI
8, with hear
To ln-ak Hi.' jam pry's mcks and
iluMii were williim-. wh -s ihc\ Ininjr hack,
-lit.
08 they j-0,
And hrcak th \itli their forem.
.
'
they did st-
their li! ud to tl:
woe,
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All cut and ma:
Munroe.
They took him from his watery gra\ -.1 down
black hair,
There was one fair form amon^ them wh> did rend the
air :
There was one fair form among: them, a girl from Saginaw town,
Her tears and cries would rend the skies for her lover f hat
was drowned.
( lara was a nohle girl, likewise a raftsman's friend,
HVr mother was a widow living by the river's hend.
The wages of her own true love the boss to her did pay,
And a liberal subscription she received from the shanty boys
next day.
They took and buried him decently, heinir on the tenth of -May,
And the rest of you young shanty boys, it's for your comrade
pray !
It is engraved on a little hemlock tree, close by his head it does
grow.
The day and date of the drowning of this hero, young Munroe.
Clara did not survive long to her sad grief and w
It was less than two weeks after she, too. was called to go,
Jt was less than two keeks after she, too. was called to
And her last request was granted her. to be laid by young
Munroe.
Now, any of you shanty boys that would like to go and see,
On a little mound by the river side there grows a hemlock tree;
The shanty boy cuts the woods all round, two lovers here lie low,
Here lies Miss Clara Dennison and her lover, young Munroe.
JERRY, GO OIL THE CAR.
Come, all you railroad section hands, I hope you will draw near,
And likewise pay attention to these few lines you'll hear,
Concerning one Larry Sullivan, alas, he is no more,
He sailed some forty years ago from the .green old Irish shore.
For four and thirty weary years he worked upon the track,
And the truth to say from the very first day he never had a
wreck,
For he made it a point to keep up the lower joints with the
force of the tamping bar;
'Joint ahead and center back and Jerry go oil the car.
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wit I
like ;in Ki:
shimmin
. ili.lT thr
\Yhrn Sum;
;ill know tlial my v. Mass tod
'y man for t> pump all hr ran. for :<
il is very far,
i I 'd hi in ahrad of numh.
thr
"Ami now whrn my frit-mix aiv gather*
Wlirii ! .,'1 and
m\
ke maul ivst ii[)on my hrraxt \vilh ihc
thr old r];iwl);ir.
And wliilr thr lioys arc lowering nit- down, larr -l*Tr
oilinu- tlu car."
to llif r
r thr liandrai- b die."
hr ronld hardly sj>akr. in a inomrnt I
Miit ah'-ad and center hark. ihr very last \\
id.
irk* b. 1 / Mrs. Sullivan.
Lan-y Sullivan. kind and jrood,
For mr you'd make ihr section liands <_n> out and rut tl
thr wr'd also for watrr they would irn, and chop thr kin-
(Hinir t'inr.
And if any of thnn would 'rowl. upon my soul, hr'd dam B
t his rii:
And now that hr is drad I want it to hr said that t
nrvr jar:
.[.; ater hark and Jrriy LTO oil thr car.
TIIK OIJ) FJ.M T
I am here, I V
;inr hou
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leu willows are i low
On .v :
And the wild birds are si the sain.
That charms me in dreams of the dear old d
AVhen Laura, my beautiful, sat by me,
On the moss covered seat 'neath. the old elm t
It was there with the bright blue sky above,
I told her the tale of my heart's true love.
And it was there ere the blossoms of summer died,
She gave me her promise to be my bride.
Little I thought ere I would return from the dark blue sea,
They wcmkl make her a grave 'neath the old elm tree.
Oli. cruel and false were the tales they told.
How my heart was untrue to my own love cold.
How my present heart had another dear,
tting the promise I made her 1;
Until her eh \v pale with her heart-broken pain,
And those beautiful lips never smiled again,
But -itly wept where none could see,
wept for the past. : neath the old elm tree.
died and they parted her sunny hair,
On her marble brow death left so fair,
And they made ], ve where the fair young flowers
Could bloom by her side in the long summer hours;
Oh, Laura, dear Laura, my heart's best love,
"We will meet in the angels' home above;
Earth holds no treasure so ,dear to me
As the moss covered grave 'neath the old elm tree.
THE U. S. A.
"Tell me, daddy, tell me, why the men in yonder erf-
Can you tell me why they are marching, why each one looks so
proud?"
"Listen, lad," he answered, " 'tis the tune the brass band plays,
'Tis the song 1 'My Country 'Tis of Thee,' and you know well
what it says.
"Heroes bold in battle both our grandpas^ fought and fell,
'Mid the cannon 's roar and rattle so freedom here might dwell -,
Washington and Jackson, Lincoln, Grant and Lee,
They're the men that made us what we are on the land and on
the gea.
1 ' No matter where you ramble, no matter where yoif roam,
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N
I
.
.
in '.
Maud thr
.-till in death yoi
s I. did not know, excepting one or two,
D in Hie deep they all did go, tin
the myslery o'er,
Or to lie adrift by 11 '-ommand in lifeless form ashore.
mournful
notes ai
In chnni 5 1!-- to the sad requiem, the mournful funeral song:
They .sic MM a 1 ,:nd then aloft they soar.
O'er the bodies of th- -Tew that lie along the E
JIM FISK.
If you will listen awhile I will sing you a -song
Aboi\t this 3 land of the f ;
And ! '11 sliuv n the rich and the poor,
In a trial by jir
If you h- you pan hold up your head,
Ik out from your own prison door.
But they'll hang- you up hi^h if yoi. friends or gold,
Let the rich go, but hang up the poor.
In trial by jury we have nowadays,
The rich men .get off~~swift and sure,
While they've thousands to pay both the jury and judge,
Yon ."0 back on the poor.
k of a man who is now in his grave,
A better man never was born;
Jim Fisk he was called and his money he gave
To the outcast, the poor -and forlorn.
We all know hf loved both women and wine,
But his heart it was right, I am sure,
Though he lived like a ; : his palace so fine,
He never went back on the poor.
If a man was in trouble he would help him along,
To drive the grim wolf from the door,
He strove to do right, though he may have done wrong,
But he never went back on the poor.
Jim Fisk was a man with his heart in his hand,
Xo matter what people might say.
And he did all his deeds, both the good and the bad,
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! IHT In:
: i ,-nid nii<> for t!
If 11
! oor,
T.
iiair was so In-own,
smile,
An.; .1 with
:rd in li
In ; and a;<
:iiii.
'a mill.
Mlill-w!:
Til- in.
And
And ml the Aval I.-
I the olden din.
And <olt,
AVith tlie i; ' kind and so true,
And the shaded nook by the running brook,
"Where the fairest Avild flcnvers
- on the master's grave, Ben Bolt,
The rook is dry,
And of all the boys that Avere school-mates then,
There are only yon and I;
And of all the boys thai iiool-mates 1:
There are only you and I.
There is change in the things I loved, Ben Bolt,
' from the old to the n
But I feel in the dt my spirit the truth,
There never was a change in you.
Twelve months tAventy times have past, Ben Bolt,
Sinn' firs! e friends, yet I hai!
ihy friendship a truth,
i Bolt of the sa! Tie; *
Thy ndship a truth,
Bolt of the salt sea irale.
TO MORROW.
I started on a jonrm-y just about a
To the little town of Morrow, in the State of Ohio:
a traveler and really did not know,
That MOITOAV had been ridiculed a century or E
I went down to the depot for my ticket and applied
For : ) be guyed.
I, "Aly friend, I want to go to Morrow and return
Xot Inter than tomorrow, for I haven't time to burn
Said he to me, * : Xow, let me see if I have heard you right,
You wan; io Morrow and come back to-morroAV night;
To go from here to Morrow and return is quite a v
You should have gone to Morrow yesterday and back today;
For if you start . to Morrow, don't you see,
You could ha- and returned to-day at i
The train th id me right,
Tod io Morrow and returns to-morrow night/*
Said T, "My friend, it ^eems to me you're talking through your
hat,
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j
'it if ih"
i'lciin In
<rr<>\v ;i!
'itMiui.' ;
. mile ;i;
.v iiii-1 !
in t<'llin ( .r
' rliili; " ! '11 (>() i (
\I)V !.
.
Ihl
nd,
'iy.
When her old father heard this, in grief and despair,
Straightway to his Captain he soon did repair,
Saying, "Pursue and overtake them and his life destroy,
For he ne'er will enjoy the fair Lady Leroy."
Then proud of his message this bold Captain goes,
As if for to conquer some bold, daring foes;
He spies a large vessel, her colors let fly,
He hails her and finds she's the Lady Leroy.
"Now turn back to Erin, to Erin's green shore,
Or a broadside of grapeshot into you I'll pour."
But Sally's true lover made him this reply.
''We'll never surrender, we'll conquer or die! 7 '
Then broadside like hail on each other did pour.
Until many brave seamen were wounded full
But Sally's true lover gained the victory,
like all true lovers, they will always be free.
turn back to Erin and there let them k;
That we ne'er will be conquered by friend or
health to young Sally, she's the Lady
o source of my comfort and mv or.lv
NAME THE BOY DENNIS OR NO NAME AT ALL.
I'm bothered, yes, I'm bothered, completely perplexed
ither of a little boy, I'm not happy but I'm vexed
nine relations and they nearly drive me wild,
- I " ot}l all? both great and small, thev want to name'
child
is him Michael, her sister wants him Mai,
"other wants hi m Charlie, while her auntie wants him Pat-
ami my father wants
don't know what I'll name the boy at all. '
re tliis morninj? my brother came from Troy
''ore by that, that he would name the boy;
7 *? e *&y he'd be han-ed if that would do
the ? i the floor and had a bold set-to.
y and 111 tell you, by the way,
their conniving, I'm bound to have my
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.
Uy Mim
Uut ''
of UK-.
n.joy in Sally Mnm
and never did
;!iai 1 o
Till < down i ly row,
ily Mill: 1 -
ir ai'.ld ; i 's man
ions ah'ii- with you jo
And irriril 1<
AViU'nuns' Point all pea -ail,
;i five lunidi id,
li)vrn our p;
And ilii'iv 1 did tMii; ark with Sally I
and pi
I left oni- old parents behiu .ml wail.
AVUilc many w-.-iv tl:r - d down ilu-ir checks did flow,
y \villi yoiinjr Sally ?!iu.
Our ship she struck ?i o the ho
YTith five
And
It v lier old parents that I -
And that will siv
t for to injure h
ill niv davs i
JOHN MITCHELL.
a true bred Irishman, Jolin Mitchell is mv n;
"When first to join my country's cause fro,; ,\ vn I
came ;
I^strnp'O'led hard both night and day to fi
,-hieh I was transported, as you
joined n L en it wa
And then what followed after j '11 .
I raised the Standard of Repeal and
I I swore that I would never rast until
}y hile here in Prison close confined, waiting my trial day
darling wife came to me and those words to me did
ip, cheer up, my dearest John, and daunted do IK
setter to die for Erin's rights than to live in slav*
When I received my sentence 'twas on a foreign ground
*ew hundreds of my countrymen assembled all arou;
liberty was offered me if I would for
at Id rather die ten thousand deaths th,
*.
I, my true born Irishmen, farewell, 'L- O o
I cando- 1117 ^'^ ^ babes behllld it>S ^ m "'
[ ask of n your liberty v.
THE CT\MBERLAXD\S CREW,
. all Duller and list to my ditty,
ihat happened of' late,
1 mo" tar shed a tear of pity
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illi-d il:
ill,
ill :
flajr !'!
\vitli si
id us j.
il.
country
he I'liion, 01
i and .<_
.'il Oil tli;
< niild never sui
SW,
1 them,
;i liad ii
Tho
'
^' : iip tlin^
k roll in <_r w,-:
Tli of 1liis w<> i-ld tlivy M'ill i
,-ind d;ni
ore;
in li.-.ttli- ;:
iii'ir old li.Miip.'-i'. tin 1 Rrd. \Vhii.- and I>i
For beneath its hroad folds we'll in nts to tremble,
Or our jrims like tin- ( 'umhrrland's crow.
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DORAN
One Paddy Doyle lived in Killarney,
Courted a girl named Biddie Toole,
Her tongue was tipped with a> bit of the Blarney,
The same to Pat was the Golden Rule;
Both night and day she. was his co:
And to himself I've heard him si
"What need I care, for she's me d
And I know shell meet me on the way."
Chorus
Whack fol do lol de lural i
Whack fol de lol de liiral
Whack fol de lol de lur
I know shell meet me on the way.
One heavenly bright in last November,
Paddy went his love,
What night it was I don't remember,
But the moon shoi; iy from above;
It's true -the bo; inng liquor,
His spirits they were light and \
Saying, ''What's the use of walking faster,
For I know she 11 meet me on the way. ' '
He lit his pipe, commenced to smoki
merrily o'er the road did .;
But fatigue and whiskey overcame him.
So Paddy lay down upon the sod ;
He was not long without a comrade.
And a one that too-kicked up the hay,
For the big jackass he smelt out Paddy, ^
And lay down beside him 'on the v
As Paddy lay 'in peaceful slumber,
Thinking of his Biddie dear,
He had sweet dreams without number,
To be fulfilled in the coming year.
He threw his arms out on the grass,
His spirits they were light and gay.
But instead of Biddie he grabbed the ass,
And bawled out, "I've met her on the way."
He 1 nigged and smugged this woolly divil,
While to himself did curse and swear,
Saying. "You've come at last, me Biddie darling,
But. by me sowl, you're like a bear.,"
He laid his hand on the donkey's nose,
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! ,-it mi!
As !
: his kl:
lie <l;irl ; '
! tlif JHvil on th<> \
old his story mi.^hiy civil,
Whi)
It il hut !
Kiddie dm-'.'
But ! the ouhl straw hat,
Thai tli-
iu>id) DANIEL.
of Jin;
AYr
Id Dtinit'l is my uaim\
d c'nvay .from LauMiire,
Just out of the Spanish Main.
ire,
! so.
"V j;o,
Our led all hands ri.uiit aft,
to us did say,
for you ny lads,
101TOW \
It was oarly the next in
As daylight did draw iiiu'h.
The man from at the masth-
A straniro sail did espy;
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With a black flag' under her mizzen peak,
'.lig cl()W i ;
"I'll be bound she is some pi>
I Daniel he did
In the course of three or four hours,
Tliis pirate ranged alongside,
! with a speaking trumpet,
"Where are you from-''' he cries.
"The Roving Lizzie we are called,
Bold Daniel is my name.
And we sailed away from Laguire,
Just out of the Spanish M;,
me, hack your topsails to your mast,
And have your ship under my lee.'
"Oh. no! oh, no!" cried Daniel.
I'd rather sink at sea/'
They hoisted up their bloody fl:
*0ur hearts to terrify.
With their big guns to our small arms,
At us they. did let fly.
We mounted four six-pounders
To fight a hundred men.
And when the action did begin,
It was just about half-past ten;
We mounted four six-pounders,
Our crew being twenty-two;
In the course of an hour and a quarter,
Those pirates we did subdue.
And now our prize we've taken
ITnto Columbia's shore,
To that dear old place in America,
They call sweet Baltimore;
We'll drink success to Daniel,
Likewise his gallant crew.
That fought and beat that Pirate
With his noble twenty-two.
THE HEIGHTS OF ALMA.
It was in September, the eighteenth day
In spite of the salt sea's dashing spray,
Wo landed safe on tke Crimea,
>on our route to Alma.
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Alma.
HIP Chieftain <!
Alma."
'I \vhtMi 'iits they hove in vi-
Tit' 'ts they
To see ill. i erew
a the 1, : Alma.
!y Forl'ifi-d.
With batteri 5S on ea<-h mountain si
id <-ried.
We'll ha\v InULrh \vo>-k in Alma."
ihe first tli,
And turn.'d their fire in like rain,
But many a 1 1 iirliland lass will mauirn.
: that (1, k at Alma.
The Twenty-serond
They -ained the heights and ,L:ave three cheers,
AVith j(\v eaeli Briton's heart did eh-
Iliheri Alma.
1'
Tht-y left their dyiii'j- and their dead.
The rivers that day did run ;
With th" blood th: 1 at Alma.
ORA\<iK AX!)
ninht was falling dreaiy in im-rry I'andon Town,
\Vlien in his c weary an Orangeman lay d<t\vn;
The summer sun in splendor had set upon the vale,
And shoi irrenderl-" arose upon the g
le the waters lavinir thr
Th> haniKM* wavinir i'h'W holdly in the !
In mighty ehoi'us greeting a thousand >in,
And fife and drums , : DL: tin 1 battle H!' yne.
lla! Toward his cottage hieiiiL 1 -, \\liat form ng now,
Prom yonder thicket flying with blood upon his brow?
"Hide' hide me, worthy stranger, though green my color be,
I in the day of danger may Heaven remember thee.
"In yonder vale contending alone against that crew,
My life and limbs defending, an Orangeman I slew ;
Hark! Hear that fearful warning, there is death in every tone,
Oh, save my life till morning, and Heaven prolong your own."
The Orange heart was melted in pity to the Green,
' the tale and felt it in his very soul within;
"Dread not that angry warning, though death be in its tone,
I'll save your life till morning or I will lose my own."
Now 'round his lowly dwelling the angry torrent pressed,
A. hundred voices swelling, the Orangeman addressed,
"Arise, arise and follow the chase along the plain,
iider stony hollow your only son is slain."
With rising shouts they gather upon the track amain,
.And leave the childless father aghast with sudden pain;
the righted stranger in covert where he lay,
" Arise.^' ' he said, "all danger is gone and passed aw
"I had a son, one, only one, loved as my life,
Thy hand has left me lonely in that accursed strife.
I pledged my word to save thee until the storm should cease,
I kept the pledge I gave thee, arise and go in peace."
The stranger soon departed from that unhappy vale,
The father, broken hearted, lay brooding o'er the tale;
Full twenty summers after to silver turned his beard,
And yet the sound of laughter from him was never heard.
'it was falling dreary in merry Wexford Town,
When" in his cabin weary a peasant laid him down,
( many a voice was singing along the summer vale,
1 Wexford Town was ringing with cries of Granua.
ie the waters laving the feet of aged trees,
The ure'n flag gaily waving was spread against the breeze,
'irhty chorus meeting loud voices filled the town,
And fife and drum were beating down Orangeman, lie down!
Hark! Mid the stirring clangor that woke the echoes there,
Loud voices high in anger rise on the evening air,
billows of the ocean he sees them hurry on,
And 'mid the wild commotion an Orangeman alone.
"My hair," he said, "is hoary, and feeble is my hand,
But I could tell a story would shame your cruel band;
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Full
; * 1 "in
,ld man '
id ;
.
lim,
led, the Or.
Ml
man. l)i-.
. saving, "(-Jili'
i cinnaiuun.
And ti:
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Sure it would build up a fine stomach ache,
It would kill a man twice after eating
of Mrs. Fogarty \s cake.
illigan wanted to taste it, but really there wasn't i.
Th> ! for over an hour, but couldn't get none of it loo>
Till nt for a hatchet and Kelly he came with
That cake was enough, be the powers, to paralyze any one'
ty, proud as a peacock, kept smiling and blink;-
aw,
Till she 1 ripped over Flannagan's brogans and spilt a whole
of tay ;
Oh. Gilhooly," she cries, "you're not ating, try a little
more of my cake."
"No, Mrs. Fogarty, thank you, but I'd like the
that cake.''
Maloi look with colic, McXulty complained of his head,
McFadden laid down oh the sofa and soon he wished bin
.id;
Miss Daly fell down in by :id there she did wriugle and
shake,
man swore he was poisoned through ating Mrs.
;ake.
BALLENTOWN BRAE.
il you young folks, I pray lend an ear,
bear the sad fate of two lovers so dear;
'ruing young Jessie of Ballentown Brae,
1 the Lord of Morelands that led her estray.
One night as this young lord he lay down to sleep,
Jessie came to him and o'er him did weep,
k My once blooming cheeks they now moulder away
the cold sods in Ballentown Brae."
It was then that this young lord did instantly rise,
the voice of my Jessie," he franticly cries;
And ii: she is dead as the .vision does say,
'own by her side in Ballentown Brae."
lied for a servant to saddle his steed,
high hills and mountains he rode at great speed
he arrived at the noon hour of day,
At the cot of young Jessie on Ballentown Brae.
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"I had I
,
air,
j
lit 1 diil
. I'tWll I'-
irly, t'jufly a
And '
Ml,
all,
:-d Cornwall.
n iv 111 1 .' a\va\
and v.'itli coiir;:
non I \'
hiii'.r tlin)iiL r h A\'
(I to i-
ther's door.
My - \Viiliaiii stood on the t'l<
And my motlicr her >re.
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My sister M;; eat disti
rushed down stairs in her mourning civ
Five thousand guineas she would lay d<
For to sec me liberated in Wexford t<
And when we were marching up "Wexford hill,
Who would blame me were I to cry my fill;
With* a guard behind and a guard IK-;'
But my tender mother I'll see no more.
And when I was standing on the gallows hk
aged father w^as standing ni
My aged father did me deny,
And the name he gave me was the Croppy T
I chose the dark and I chose the blue,
I chose the pink and the orange, too;
I forsook them all and did them deny,
I wore the green, and for it I'll die.
It was in Dungannon this young man died.
And in Dungannoii his body lies;
And all good people that this way pass by,
"May the Lord have mercy on the Croppy Bi
McSORLEY'S TWINS.
*
Mrs. McSorley had fine {Jouncing twins.
Two fat little devils they were,
With squalling and bawling from morning till night,
They would deafen you, I do declare.
Be me sowl 'twas a caution the way they^would scream,
Like the blast of a fisherman 's horn f
Says McSorley, "Not one blessed hour have a slept,
Since them. two little devils was born."
Chorus
With the beer and the whiskey the whole blessed night,
Sure, they couldn't stand up on their pins;
Such an elegant time at the christening we had,
Of McSorley 's two beautiful twins,
Says^Mrs. McSorley, "A christening we'll have,
For to give the two darlings a name. ' '
"We will," says McSorley, "sure one they must get,
Something grand,. to be sure, for that same."
For Godmothers Kate and Mag Murphy stood up/
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.,11,
She Ml in tin- eradlr
Ai Ip a linn
And
tiny .Mulliii. ;uan
Thai
The
; iic
TB
"While 1:
'
I wand' 1
A win Ir
I raised up on m; ew her,
And th'
" \V1.. :L my !'
How far through i
1 will tell ;
And the truth u
.My dwell ii is down in Duinnorc.
6 1 did love a bold seaman,
i he. too my fond heart had
No mortal on earth eould love dear
But now he is crossing the main,
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With Nelson, that hero of battle,
In the English navy so bra
Where cannons and guns loud do ra 1
For to fight the proud French on the wave."
"Then perhaps that your true love is drowned,
And he ne'er will return home again,
For many a man has fallen a vietin?
With Nelson while crossing J;he main :
[ the. same thing might happen to your love,
As it's happened to others before,
So it's come with me now. I pray, darlinjr.
And leave the dark shades of Dunmore."
"Oh. how could I be so unfaithful
To a heart that is constant and true,
To leave my own father's dwell i;
And to venture my fortunes with you ?
Oh, the people would call me uneonstant,
For it's truly to him I am sw<>
And true lovers ne'er should be parted,
I'll wait for that lad in Dunmore."
Then says I, "M'y fair, tender blossom.
The spring time of life soon, will be o'er,
And the October leaves will be fallii
They will fade the fair Rose of Dunmore."
When I found that her heart was a-yieldi
Like I've found it with others before,
Oh, I packed up my all for Renfralen,
And I stole the fair Rose of Dunmore.
TEDDY McGRAW,
, all of you Hibernian sons, I'll tell you how the war begun,
It was caused by Mrs. McGraw and son, and that's the way the
war begun,
With me ran-tan-ah-toor-a-nah -my son was a Teddy McGraw.
Mrs. MoGraw to the Captain did say, my son Teddy is bold
and h rave,
Put on his head a golden cap blood and ounds, Teddy, what
do you think of that?
With me ran-taii-ah-toor-a-nah my son was a Teddy McGraw.
Teddy sailed across the say and he fought in the war for many
a day,
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With
id'-d u ;
With
Oh. v 'h'uiik or was you blind wh
With Teddy MH
- nalher drunk or was I blind whin I left i:iv h\
Hut when a miulity cannon Itall, WIIOO! it took in.-
:md all,
With nit' ran-tan-ah-toor-a-nah -my son \v:is a Tf.ldy 'M- (
A miuhty war 1 will proclaim aiiain' tin- kin.-; and
in.
And I will make them rm 1 the day \\licii they shot tl.<
liild away.
ran-tan-ah-toor-a-nah my son was a Teddy M<-<
AS 1 fMM)K DOWN TIlKOnill [BISHTOWN.
AJ3 1 rode down through Irishtown 01 ttg last -Inly.
The mother of a soldier in tears I did espy,
i he will) you. Johnnie dear, although yo
far away.
; oil my heart is breaking since you went to the- Cri'
"Oh. Johnnie, 1 .j-uve you sdioolir, ; a trade lik
Vou need not have joined the army if you had taken my ;,
Hid do !
Think n now ;
Hi 1 join-'d T; :im in, ,rp,
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They landed honorable mention upon the Russian sho
hi in foreign engagements with the loss of men
there is many a mother shedding tears for sons that are
far away.
"You fought at Kurksharosko where you did not succeed,
at the valley of Inkerman, where thousands there
did bleed,
You fought at Balaklava, too it was there you gained the day,
And my darling is a hero although he's far away.
<; It was when we attacked Sebastapool, it was tlr
ie play,
The very ground we stood upon it shook, the truth I s
The clouds were black with heavy smoke from bomb slielh firing
there,
And thousands weltering in their blood that went to fi ( .;ht the
ar.
"The* English said they would gain the seas whatever might
1 heir doom,
And thousands there a-f ailing,- cut down in their youthful bloom,
e Paddy's sons with English guns their valor did display,
And together with the sons of France, thank God, we gained
the day.
"Had your heart been made of iron for them you would shed
,
e those heroes falling, cut down in their youthful years,
hose heroes falling and weltering in their g<>
Far from their home and friends, my boys, upon that Russian
shore.
"So now to end and finish and to conclude my song,
I thank the God above me for having survived so long,
Likewise my poor old mother, 'twas her I did adore,
And I hope, dear mother, to meet you safe in Garryowne once
more.
JACK ROGERS.
, all you tender Christians, I hope you will lend ear,
likewise pay attention to those few lines you'll hear,
he murder of Mr. Swanton I am condemned to die,
On the twelfth day of November upon the gallows high.
My name it is Jac k Rogers, a name I'll ne'er deny,
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\\ 1 1 i
.
.
. ;i!l in : ':ful bio-.
. \vlio 1-; in<l to D
\vlio tli"
And
SHANTY BOY.
\v;i ;
I \YH11H
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Thi
;T farm*
iiie that loved her fanner's son those words I heard IK :
loved him, at home with her he'd s 1
home all winter, to the woods lie would i;
And when the spring- it did eome in his grounds heM pier.
to plow and sow your land.''-' the other girl did Si
If th -hould prove a failure your debts you couldn'i
If tl id prove a failure, or the "rain market lie low,
iff often sells you out to pay the debts you owe."
: !'f selling the lot, it does not me alarm,
's no need of going in debt if you are 011 a good f
nr bread from off the land, need not work th-
storms and rain,
While yonr shanty boy works hard each day his % family to
maintain.''
I only love my shanty boy wl out in the fall,
out and hardy,' well fit for every squall;
With re I'll receive him in the sj he comes
hon
And his money free, he will share with me when your farmer's
; has none.''
''Oh< wn . shanty boy, to the wild woods he
1 out before daylight to work through rain and
While happy and contented my farmer's son can lie,
i''.'ll to me some tales of love as the cold winds whistle by."
ii love a farmer," the other ; <rirl did say,
of them they are so green the cows would eat for hay;
1 may know them whenever they're in town,
nail boys run up to them saying, 'Rube, how are vou
what I have said of your shanty boy I hope you will
me,
norant mossback I hope to soon get free,
et rid of him for a shanty boy I will go,
leave him broken hearted his grounds to plow and sow."
f>2
.
Mill Oil
>wn."
;
.
.
i
i X.
the wind hill;
'he day star attracted hi
vn native Isle of the
W !;'(' re once in the flow of his youthful em of
the bold anthem of Erin Go Br.
. ' ; 01i, sad is my i
''The wild deer and roe to the moun- i flee,
But I have no refuge from famine or dan:
and a country rem,
Oh. jain in the preen shady bov,
y foref a tliers lived si
my harp with the wild woven flow-
And strike the sweet numbers of Erin Co Br;
Oil, Klin, my country, though sad and forsaken,
reams I revisit thy sea-beaten sh
But alas! in a far foreign land I awaken.
And sigh for the friends that can meet me no more:
And thou, cruel fate^-will thon never repl.
In a mansion of peace where no perils
Oh, never again shall my brothers emir
They died to defend me or live to. deplore,
!-nbin once fast by the wildv
and sire did weep for its fall,
Where is the mother that looked over my childl
And where is my bosom friend, dearer than .
Ah, my sad soul, long abandoned by pi.
AVhy did it dote on a fast fading hvasu:
Tears like the rain may fall without measure.
But rapture and beauty they cannot recall.
But yet all its fond recollections suppressing,
isli my fond bosom shall di
an exile bequeaths thee his bles
I
: ii stills its motion,
thy fields fairest Isle of the ocean.
And the harp striking bard sings aloud with devotion,
'Erin Mavo , \veet Erin Go Bragh."
DEAR LAND.
day all hearts to weigh if they he staunch or
I'l-ou 11 hriirath. my
h shall -
thin in
.1 thii ! {rue.
I rue,
Ml.
V
\\-iih voi
' >ie.
TI I !
Ami it 's all I'm- thi
! mi^lit have m;;;
Id,
And it wa all
I !' you could have nmrried a '
t
For I am married to a 1:
And I think he's a nice voting D
If you will leave your house carpeir-
And i2'o along- w ith me,
I will bring you where the g> /een.
On iht- hanks of the sweet Dundee.
Were I to leave iny house carpenter,
And go along with thee,
What have 3 T ou got to maintain me the:-
Or to keep me from slav-
I have five ships on the ocean wid<\
All sailing for dry land.
With a hundred and ten of their joli
To he at your command.
:ed up her darling babe,
And it three,
home, my sweet lii I
papa company. 7 '
They had not sailed two weeks, I beli
I am sure it was not three,
Until this pretty fair maid began to v.
And she wept most bitterly.
"Oh, do you \ i '"' said he,
Or do you weep for my store,
Or do you weep for your house carpenter,
That you left on yonder slior-
''I do not weep for your gold,'' said
"Or neither for your st
But I do weep for my sweet little
That I never will see more."
lied thr . I ]eli<
I am sure it was riot four,
Until* her jtrue tyve's ship it struck a rock,
And it sank QQ more.
maid cried,
1 1 ;
little
1 deprived me of nr.
i,l -mil' I),- !
I
!il and . hut IHT \\>
i}i<T cri
iow and you '11 catch v<
!old."
''Oh. 1 likii
1 up I never shall l
is warm ci'.'X.mli. y<^i know it is lined 1h:
hills
Until at length five other miles they quickly did p
At length said Charles,. "How fast the ice is gathering on my
brow,"
Young Charlotte said in a feeble voice, "I am growing warmer
now."
Still on they glide through the frosty air and in the cold star-
light,
Until at length the village inn and the ball-room were in sight.
lied the place and Charles jumped out and held his
ids for her,
"Why sit you there like a monument, have you no power to
stir?"
iced her once, he asked her twice, she answered not a word,
He asked her for her hand again, and yet she never stirred.
He took her hands within his own oh, God. they were co
stone,
.re the mantle from her 1 hone;
Then quickly to the lighted hall her lifeless form he b<
Young Charlotte was a frozen corpse and
at himself down by her side, and the bitter tears did flow,
,iid, "My dear intended bride, you no more will sorrow
know."
He threw his arms around her neck and kissed her marble
brow,
And his thoughts went back to the place where she said, "I
am growing warmer now."
He put the corpse into the sleigh and quickly hurried hoi
And when lie reached the cottage door, oh, how her pa
mourned!
mourned for the loss of their daughter dear, and y
Charge mourned for his bride,
ionrned until his heart did break and they slumber side
side.
THE CLIPPER SHIP "DREADNAUGHT."
nave a fhish packet, she's a packet of fame,
w York and the " Dreadnaught " is her name;
is bound for the ocean where the stormy winds blow,
d away on the "Dreadnaught" to the Westward we'll go.
Now we are laying at the Liverpool dock,
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*
THE DAY THAT 1 PLAYED BASEBALL.
ililian. i
1 ruin.
m<> mil in i ; u all :
\Y 1 1 ( ' 1 1 I put up 1 1
And they l;ii<l n
phm-d l>asrl>all.
tlif hall/
:il all,
howl,
tli--' all.
.
in cm the d
ball.
THE LAND V\ HAMROCKS 01:
Her
En
.man roam the worl
natter v he may
He never will foruvt dear old Ireland.
The Emerald Gem of the S
Ch oru's
For some love the land of the thistle,
Or England with her wild red rose.
But onr hearts are away in old Ireland.
The land where the Shamrock Arrows.
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Gn
And her bo} - i
Il;i\c man;
d<MM
His d
From hi
And qui
were i.
:
.May Ireland
d;i!-k <'loiid li;is
And mal
And b<
'\ Till-: LA
: man's
!it liy 1:
;lh> d;n\ '
9 R<
NumberiD
they Iocs, d fh<
ly ran.'
Ijittlo thej tho ight t-r' n
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ROSE O'GRADY.
Just down around the corner of a street wh"iv i
There lives the sweetest little girl thai I have ever
Her name is Rose O'Grady and I don't mind telling
That she's the sweetest little Riose that the gard-
Chorus
Sweet Rosie O'Grady, my dear little R<
She's my steady lady, most every one knows.
And when we are married,, how happy we'll
For T love Rosie O'Grady and Rosie O'Grady h>
I never shall forget the day she promised to be mine,
As we sat telling love tales in the good old summer time;
It was on her finger that I slipped a small engagement ring,
AYhile overhead the little birds this song they
' SINCE JAMES WENT ON THE STA<
My name is Patrick Hogan, in this city T reside,,
1 raised a son to manhood and he was my joy and pride,
But now play actors and such trash does all his time
Me carpet is tore and me house is in a roar.
Since James went on the stage.
Chorus?
He wears long shoes and striped socks.
And he says they're all the rage:
Me carpet is tore and me house is in a roar
Since James went on the stage.
He lias me hat and coat all spiled and everything is broke,
He druv his fut thru the flure when lie was tryii,' to dance the
lively moke.
Ho says lie '11 make a terrible hit and he tells me he's immense
And lie took the ould woman's petticoat to play the Nagur
Wench ;
ings. ' k Ta-ta and tra-la-la-le," just like a bird in a cage,
And he's set me nearly crazy since he went upon the stage.
THE SONG THAT REACHED MY HEART.
I sat 'midst a mighty throng within a palace grand,
In a city far beyond the sea, in a distant foreign land,
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I look
tin- old, old 1 lii-i.
Alld thru adr llh
Thai ni'ht 1 never shall forget, thai ni-ht \\i' ;
in.
1 thii i live
' :
In fan .-y ajain 1 iv-all t'n- -CMC \vith its splendor hri-jht,
The mighty throne, the palace grand- oh, ll:
ht !
fancy it may ha er had I heard
ng that thrilh-d me* o'er lik- this. ;
iit of bliss will i -MI HP- |
She san- '' ' ' 1 lome, Sweet I IOMM-. " \ \\ r
a n.
me, Su
ie.
The sonir that readied my heart.
BKUXAKM) R1LKV.
line is Owen liiley. I luivi- a son that sets me cra/y ;
II- ry niii'bt sin-in.ir blacku'iianl SOP
That he learnt at the t'nv and ;
IIV's -on.\ he's .u-onr. the Lord knows \vi
the divil entirely :
Jells me that he's looking i'or the lost ChaiT,
I help you. Mei-nanl !\il
me immt' tlie other nijht al)ont two o'clock in the morning,
He want.-d sti-a\\ ream for his supper,
"When they him cahha.u'c and corned in.
in the M-iii
auie home the other ni.uht with a pair pi
Struck his s 9 with a pok
lie had a o'.ild d< ards and he wanted im- to play
-up. with the joker.
He went out the other day and he pawned me Sui
For to go and lay a wager,
And he took me down in the old Third ward,
To fight again a big buck Naggur.
THE HAT ME FATHER WORE.
I am Paddy Miles, an Irish boy, from far across the
For or for dancing, oh, I think I can pic
tig and dance with any man as I did in cV
And on Patrick's day I long* to wear the hat me Fall.
Chorus
ould but it's beautiful, the best you ever seen,
It was worn for more than ninety years in that litt:
green ;
ii me Father's great ancestors it descended with
,! relic of ould daceney, it's the hat me Fatli
I bid you all good evening, good luck to you, I say,
And when I'm 011 the ocean I hope for me you'll pr
I am going to me happy home in a place called Ballymore,
1 coined back to Paddy's land with the hat we Father
wore.
And when I do return again, the boys and girls to s
I hope that with ould Erin's style you'll kindly welcome me,
And --ing me songs of Ireland to cheer me more and mo
And to make me Irish heart tVrl glad with the hat me Father
wore.
TIDY IRISH LAD.
I : 'm a tidy bit of an Irish lad, as you can plainly see,
And I like a drop of the creature when I go out upon a spree;
1 like a drop of the creature in a good old Irish style,
And a better drop cannot be had than is sold in the Emerald
Isle.
Chorus
Far away from our native country, me boys, we sometimes roam,
AYr won't forget we are Irishmen, although we're far from home.
Oli, they say no Irish need apply, it is a thing I don't under-
stand,
XM IKlsil WANTED 11FKK.
. both I 1 ( u1 jui!
ill and will of life
' 'in told >; work, " Xo Irish wair
think it a i
In- called an Irislm;
will foinr. oh.
aiul you'll \vi>l<-
\\'|], :\- short
You \ ai-tiriilar tlu'ii ulio would uo and i'iu'ht t!
: mi 11 \\ -inks to preserve
of the brave was our Irish vollU
lei your hearts i | l^iddy I'l-mn the v
- who kn
I in, y, it will roinc, oh.
ami you'll 1 > Irish
THK liKLLs OF SHANDON.
With ct 'ion.
I often think of ti> 'Is.
siuimls so wild would in days of childhood
Fling- o- their mi
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On this I [yonder when- Vr ] warn
And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork
While thy Bells of Shandon sound far more grand on
The pleasant waters of the River 1.
I've heard bells chiming full many a clime in,
Tolling sublime in cathedral shrine,
"While at glib rate brass tongues would vibrale.
But all their music spoke naught like thine ;
For memory dwelling on each proud swell! ;
Of the belfry knelling its bold notes fi
Made the Bells of Shandon sound far more grand 011
The pleasant waters of the River Lee.
I've heard bells tolling old Adrian Mole in,
Their thunders rolling from the Vatican,
With Cymbals glorious swinging uproarious,
In the gorgeous turrets of Notre Dame ;
But thy sounds are sweeter than the Dome of Peter,
Flings over the Tiber pealing solemnly.
Oh, the Bell of Shandon sound far mo-re grand on
The pleasant waters of the Raver L
There's a bell in Moscow while on Tower and Kiosko,
In St. Sophia the Turkman gets,
And loud in air calls men to prayer,
From the tapering summit of tall Minarets;
Such an empty phantom I freely grant them,
But there's an anthem more dear to me,
'Tis the Bells of Shandon that sound so grand on
The pleasant waters of the River Lee.
THAT TUMBLE-DOWN SHACK IN ATHOXE.
I'm a long way from home and my thoughts ever roam
To ould Erin far over the sea;
For my heart it is there where the skies are so fair,
And ould Ireland is calling for me:
Chorus
Oh, I ^ want to go back to that tumble-down shack,
AY 1 U- re the wild roses bloom 'round the door,
Just to pillow my head in that ould trundle bed,
Just to see my ould mother once more.
Theres' a bright gleaming light, guiding me home tonight,
Down the long road of white eobble stone;
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Theri
And
To ould h'<'l;i!l<l. and m
TI1K R.BOULAR Ah'.MY. OH.
Tlir- lli is very d;iy v
;i)on in trur mi!
-'tin and bayonet with ,
il.
ip thr Hudson river with a .-op to ; ; 1 :
d with
Oli. \\ ; ill* 1 day we wen1 away wilh the Regular '
Chorus
ant John M :>tain Don;,;
would mak-' hi- mark in gallant
pany <
Oil. the drums would roll upon my soul, t!
on brans and hay in thr Kr.u'iilar Am:
:iulit thr Indians tl;
r briniz' bald-lu-adrd, but th< . onr hair;
AVr lay ; ir diirlirs in tln dirty y-llo\v mud,
And W ;.n onion, a turni; -iid;
On thr telegraphic w'n-r wr walked to Mrxi.
And we blessed the day we skipped a^
Army Oh.
iry as army herrin-j-
Thr boys alon_r tlu-.sln-ri cry VOllld you Wi
d ship into lln> navy to ];lo\v tin
But salt wnirr surr \vr could not endure, ii \
with i
Wr'll join the Toliticians and thru we'll br wrll
i sleep no iiioi'r ujton tbr u'round, but in a frathrr 1
And il' a war it should break out and thry'd rail on us to go,
\Vr M hi; :i sub^ti 1 K"L r ular .\!'m\
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KITTY, THE WICKLOW ',!!
God bless you all, I just came out to have a little c!
I am Irish" sure, but that's no sin, I'm a rollicking m.
The ladies' hearts I captivate, as for them my stick I i\\
But Grahmachree, the maid for me is Kitty, the Wicklow girl.
Chorus
For her 'step is light, her eyes are bright, her teetli are like
the pearl,
Arrah Grahmachree, the maid for me is Kitty, the Wicklow girL
Her fortune it is but small to him who gains her hand,
But her heart is pure and that's worth all the diamonds in
" the land ;
Oh, had I all the riches of any great Lord or Earl,
I am very sure I would still be poor without me Wicklow girl.
They may talk about their Fandangoes that the ladies hop in
France,
But let them come to Wicklow, they'll see a rale old country
dance-;
Both rich and poor they nettle the f lure while their Kipp eens ^
they do twirl,
Oh, my heart grows big when I dance a jig with Kitty, the
Wicklow girl.
THE TWEXTY : POUND DOG,
My name it is Dennis Muleahey and I live in this town of
renown,
I made a bet with one Terrence Mahaffey that my bulldog
could wallop the town;
He said he knew one Ted 'Murphy that lived way down below
in the bog,
Had an old black and tan Irish terrier that would murder me
twenty-pound dog.
Chorus
Then, gentlemen, he was a dandy until Murphy, the dirty old.
jilon.ir with his terrier called Dandy faith! he mur-
-.1 me twenty-pound dog.
Then I brought out my bold twenty pounder and he was gay
as a king,
'd Murphy's black and tan terrier and then they chassede
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And I svenl for ihc whole Murph
nf ihe '
And all tlif v
:rs oi;
Wh : .-lit.
While 1 sit am! I wonder if Shamiis
'id unhappy I am.
(.'hunts
(>li. simmus o'Urieii. \\l-.y don'1 you com
You (tin "i know how happy I M
1 ha\ 5ll and that is thai you'll c
And forever Itt- lmi)i)y will,
I'll sinii . I \\ ill wee
[ '11 {
And all 1 1 '
What i
Oh. why did 1 i as,
( )h. Shan 1 '\\\ lviu-
Oil. i
Ill then have a duty to do,
If you bring it to me Til mend it again,
And trust it, dear Shamus, with you.
MY DAD'S DINNER PAIL.
Preserve that old kettle so blackened a;ul worn,
It belonged to me Father before I was born :
It hang's in the corner beyant on a nail.
It is an emblem of labor, my dad's dinner pail.
For it "littered like silver so Darkling and bright,
I am fond of this treasure that held the wee bite;
Through summer and winter, through snow, rain and hail,
I've carried this treasure called dad's dinner pail.
When the bell rang for dinner me father would come clown,
And eat witli the workmen below on the ground;
He'd share with the laborer, on that I'll go bail,
You'd ne'er find the bottom of dad's dinner pail.
There is a place for the coffee and one for the bread,
Corn beef and potatoes and oft, it was said,
Go fill it with porter, with beer or with ale,
The sup would taste sweeter from dad's dinner pail.
TWO IRISH LABORERS.
AY.e are two Irish laborers, as you can plainly see,
From Donegal we came when small unto Ameri
We got work on the railroad, but sure it didn't pay,
So we struck a job to carry the hod for two and a half a day.
Chorus
Pat, be quick, bring up the brick, the mortar, too, likewise,
Then push along and sing a song 7 as up the ladder you rise;
I always thought it bully fun to he a mason's clerk,'
And have the man on top of the house for to do all the work.
AY lion we 1:0 back to Ireland, that dear old Emerald Isle,
AYhoiv tin T finds a welcome and is greeted with a smili,
if yon ever want a friend you needn't try too hard,
You'll always find one in the Irish boys that carried the hod.
"T1IK TRAMP'fl LAME
hl-okrll il'-U II m;ill \vitllOllt
Noi i in llii.s \vi-i world ;
Ami I \\ Mi I lunl :
In vain I li,'
it in ill--
I Ve been stared In
( Mi. pity the !';itr ap.
They ifll in
i not iiiroM'/M tlir country t<>
Hut wherever I
tramp.
"iiiinir <1\\ D on ilic !
A ; \ nihl t' ;
cmpt\ ik,
I!.- jumped in mid dosed up iln- door.
H. liad no1 :.! tlicro ln;t ihn-c mil
Wlicii <i I'riikcin.'iii i-;ini" 'Mj>.
in tlic box car ni'd killed l>v
\vns on: rap.
The rich man al home by IT
AVith id bountiful
And
1 1--M d
iks. if yt.ii '11 '( t I'll
I v ; ba1 .i' ! j -'. ' M. i
, tramp.
JE! .OWKK' OK KILDARE.
I know that shi
Kild
And my heart ever longs to be thfcr
To greet her, my darling my own.
eet. Jennie, the Flower of Kildare.
I am waiting her .sweet face to see, while parted I linger in pain,
But .soon will my heart beat with joy, o'er the sea I'll be sailing
again :
And once more her sweet kiss of love to receive, for her the
-forms I would dare,
To greet her, my darling, 1113- own. sweet Jennie, the Flower
of Kildare.
MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME.
The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky lion
Tis summer, the darkies are gay :
The corn-top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom,
While the birds make music all the day.
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor,
All merry, all happy and bright;
By'm-by hard times comes a-knocking at the door,
Then my old Kentucky home, good-night.
CJwnis
"Weep no more, my lady, Oh, weep no more today !
We will sing one song for the ^Jd Kentucky home.
For the old Kentucky home, far away.
They hunt no more for the 'possum and the coon,
On the meadow, the hill and the sh-
They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon,
On the bench by the old cabin door.
The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart,
With sorrow where all was delight;
The time has come when the darkies have to part,
Then my old Kentucky home, good-night.
The head must bow and the back will have to bend.
Wherever the darkey may go;
A few more days, and the trouble all will end,
In the field where the sugar canes grow;
w more days for to tote the weary load,
Xo matter, 'twill never be light;
;v more days till we totter on the road,
Then my old Kentucky home, good-night.
DARLI!
\V ! ded many happy !
\V 1 1
And I '!! i. my dari
jitting b] :d 1 'in \
!u> old !
tin- moon !i;id dim! ,-d ill:-
And it down the ri\vr in my little red C81
\Vliil.- my han.1 eetly I would play?
I\Iy eyes are Miml-d. and I cam.
1!," Tli. 'iehody knocking at ill-
liinjr, and I see my XHly ( .'.
Id KcnliK-ky
(Mi. . ray, uj) in heaven Iliov, tli-
That tlu\v'll never take you from me any mor
as t iie aiiii't'ls c!
to the old Kentucky shore.
T11K FAMJN ill-: 1MXK.
juare Timh.
.anting o '-nld undauii;
unto th.' sliant i outh's dee]''
ators they will ponder and ^a/.e on you will
I-'or your i. !linr of the ;
ion,
\V' h man has li: me for t
,vt' will bust at every knock*.
And the w< we'll shock at 'the fallii!
When tli- : fi-om our slin-
'all the stately ;
For it's to our work we go through the cold and storm.
And it's there we labor gayly till bright Phoebus do
shine ;
Then to the shanties we'll go in and songs of love we'll sine,
And we'll make the valleys ring at the falling of the pine.
When the weather it grows colder, like lions we're more bolder,
And while this forms grief for others it's but tl:
mine,
For the frost and snow so keen, it can never keep us in,
Tt can never keep us in from the falling of the pine.
When the snow is all diminished and our shanty work all fin-
ished,
Banished we are all for -a little time,
And then far apart weVe scattered until the booms are gal!:
Fntil the booms are gathered into handsome rafts of pine.
When we get to Quebec, oh, me boys, we'll not forget,
And our whistles we will wet with some brandy and
wine ;
With fair maidens we will boast till our money is all u
And. my boys, we'll ne'er refuse to go back and fall 1
TWO LITTLE GIRLS IX BLUE.
An old man gazed on a photograph that he'd worn in his I
for yeai-s,
His nephew asked him the reason why that picture it c.
him teat's;
"Come listen, my lad, and a story I'll tell, a story thai
but true.
Your father and I at school one day met two little girls in blue.
Chorus
Two little girls in blue, lad, two little girls in blue,
were sisters and we were brothers and learned to love
the two,
one of those girls in blue, lad. had gained your father's
heart,
Became your mother,' I married the other, but we have drifted
apart.
''Th; e is one of those girls," he said, "am! i;
a wife,
\ thou.L'ht her unfaithful, we quarreled and parted that night
for life;
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ALLAN. \I! is WAITING Kni: M
T am hearted and ide'worfd
have 1,
-II 1 eolddl!
til.' little til!
in \
It 's . r the mountain where th-> little tii
in i :
.en-d with ivy my 1'.
The day I hid uood-1* le,en, that day L will
S babbled up from their slumber. 1 t'aui-y I':
Tlh-y ike the pearls in
Sayii: iicy, my hoy, don't for^.-t me ur
here or ahovc."
j-h mountaii divide us and iViends Li',.
Still these th> E my Kile. MI will cl
wluM-evei- 1
of love and de\* thoughts
that are j :
AVill serve ;:s a oruide to '
I pla.-ed m\ iaid thai
She heiii-.:- \ iiiinii' and ten i.ler.
Kind, n, : ; are i: ; d
On tti
She seemed like fair Venus or some ol
Her eyes shone like diamonds or stars brightly beaming,
Her cheeks like two roses or blood upon snow.
It was her cruel parents that first caused my ruin,
Because they were rich and above my
But I will do my endeavor, my fair one, to gain her.
Although she belongs to a high family.
5, "Lovely Johnny, don't be melancholy.
If you Avill be loyal, I'll surely prove true,
There is no other inferior that will e'er gain my favor,
On the banks- of a river I'll wander with you."
Now since I have gained her I am contented fore
I'll put rings on her fingers and gold in her hair,
With diamonds and pearls I will deck niy Brown Girl,
And in all kinds of splendor I'll sty! i)ear.
YANKEE DOODLE DANDY.
I have a daughter and you'd think she was a lady,
Her Christian name is Sarah Jane, but for short 11 her
Sadie ;
She has a sweetheart come to see her nights, his moustache it is
sandy.
And the only tune he whistles right is "Yankee Doodle Dandy."
Chorus
Oh, he comes around 'most every night and brings her taffy
candy.
And the only tune he whistles right is "Yankee Doodle Dandy."
He brought her a concertina box and she began practicing,
The music would pierce you through and through, it was really
agonizing,
find him hero again, witli him no words I'll ban
I'll tak; the poker and I'll smash this Yankee Doodle Dandy.
MULCAHY'S SISTER KATE.
You have iu-nrd me sing of a hero bold, Muleahy was his name,
h. lie had a sister, too, that was noted for her fame;
She was chief cook in a boarding house and at making hash was
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i and thin with
the h-.-ad (.!' Mil!
S me in tin- parlor ami
; till it
I
MICHAEL JAMES,
Faith, there is m
And I '11 try and teli
ind I was the father of a son.
' hecii married this
And v had a chick or a child :
The thou
Take it, I think I'm Lroin;_r wild.
)I'US
For in 1 ii;is a puggy liille H<
dimples in his t
And we a party and a hull
And \v"'ll name him M ichael -I
J'nt his j)ic1in-e in a frame,
And we'll !; Crlor on the wall
AVheii a man 1
A president he'll he.
1 v Aldernr
Til ]ii\ d dray.
And we'll drivi
equal in the lai
'11 imt 1 for we'll send him
\Yheiv they'll tea-'li him how to row and p ;
And wi -.nine in..-
We'll have his ji.-i -11.
we'll han^ ii ii '-vail.
MULGAHY'S HOME AGAIN.
I come with news tonight, me boys, just listen for a while,
Me song will bring delight, me boys, for it makes UK- grin and
smile ;
You have heard about that famous man that left us all in pain.
Sure he is back at last all safe and sound, Mulcahy's home again.
Chorus
For he's big and stout and walks about in a dress both nate
and clane,
Says I with glee, "Oh, can this be, Mulcahy's home aga
I met him down on Chambers street a week ago today.
And when he shook me by the hand I thought I'd faint away;
He is big and stout and he walks about in a dr. nate
and clane.
Says I with glee, "Oh, can this be, Mulcahy's home a<rain?"
He talks no more of politics, he says he has had enough,
To stand their capers and their tricks one must be bold and
tough ;
He may have been in foreign climes, in Jersey or in Spain,
But what care I where'er he's roamed when he is safe at home
again.
LISTEN TO THE MOCKING BIRD.
*
I'm dreaming now of Hallie,
Sweet Hallie, sweet Hallie,
I'm dreaming now of Hallie,
For the thought of her is one that never dies;
She's sleeping in the valley,
The valley, the valley,
She's sleeping in the valley,
And the mocking bird s singing where she lies.
Chorus
Listen to the mocking bird.
Listen to the mocking bird,
The mocking bird still singing o.'er her grave
Listen to the mocking bird,
Listen to the mocking bird,
Still sin u ing where the weeping willows wave.
Ah, well I yet remember,
Remember, remember,
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\Vlm- iiered in- tli'
in tlu' mil-;
Ami the moekii!<_: hini far and
When the
A".
\VJifMi ill.- rhanns of sprin_r ,
And tin* mnrkiiii: bird is siiuinjr on tin 1 houirh,
L, torsai
I ir"l like on-.' forsaken.
Sim-r my Hallii 1 is no IOII.M-!- with me now.
ELLIE lhMK.
In the sky ihe l)i-ijlil stnrs ulillered,
ihe l)nik the pale m
And 'twas i'n-m Aunt Dinah's (juillinLr party,
J \-. u Xi-llic home.
'ruin
I \ < I'Hi,' ]l01:
I was seeing Xellie home,
Ami 'twas lV(.m Aunt Dinah's quilting
1 '11 io hoi.
(hi my arm a sofl hand rested.
.
And 'tw; Aunt Dinah's qmlting party,
[ N 1 i Nellie hoi:
On my lips a \\ hisper
iiil.l'.'d till ii
And 'twas i'rom Aunt I'J
( MI
And tli.
And Aunt \)
I \
(o.MK I'.ACK TO ERIN.
Mavoiiniecn. Mavoiii 1 :
Come back again to the land of thy birth.
Come with the shamrocks and spring- time, Mavour
And it's Killarney will ring with our mirth:
Sure, when we lent you to beautiful England.
Little we thought of the long winter da.
Little we thought of the hush of the star shine,
Over the mountains the brush and the braes.
Refrain
Come back to Erin, Mlavourneen, Mavourneen,
Come back again to the land of thy birth,
Come with the shamrocks and spring time, Mavouxneen,
And it's Killarney will ring with our mirth.
Over the green seas, Mavourneeu, Mavourneen,
Long shone the white sails that bore thee away,
Hiding the white waves that bright summer morning,
Just like a may flower afloat on the bay.
Oh, how my heart sank when clouds came between us,
Like a gray mist, the rain falling down,
Hid from my sad eye the path o'er the ocean,
Far, far away where my Coleen hath flown.
Oh, may the angels, awakhr or sleep in',
Watch o'er my bird in the land far away,
And it's my prayers will consign to their keepin',
Care o' my jewel by night and by day.
When by the fireside I watch the bright embers,
Then all my thoughts fly to England and thee,
"Wondering if my Coleen ever remembers.
Of if ever her thoughts* are returning: to me.
DENNIS JtcGONAGLE'S DAUGHTER MARY ANN.
I am a dacent Irishman, I've a daughter Mary Ann,
And I try to dress her in the finest style:
She has dresses silk and satin, she can paralyze French and
Latin,
And you bet she is so fresh she'll never spoil.
vVhen she goes out on the street every bummer that she meets,
Oh, she tries to make a mash on him if she can,
And everywhere she goes, you can tell by her turned-up nose,
That she is Dennis McGonagle's daughter, Mary Ann.
Chorus
She's a, darling, she's a daisy, and she nearly has me crazy,
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Th ni.
<>rd that sh. ill,
Thai x\, !ty all tin- bums in I 'iall.
Oil, 1 un in, ami. 1'ailh, ii
y woman ai man :
Th; Ann.
TIIK LAMENT OF Till-: llllsii BMIGRiA*
ihe slil. .
On a May morn'ii;
brii
on liiuli,
And 1 . .Marx-, and
\r 'y.
;>*down yonder lane, and the little dnir
!. Mary.
:<invh yai-d 1 . and MI;.
! am v< ry lom ly QOW,
r>ni. . tli' few our
'I I had, .Mary, my b
Q l)iddin
; all ami I 1
I '11 mil
And of t 1
A ml my 1 travel
Mary i
And I '11 think 1 see tin-
Am! ' hi .May morn wl
my I)!
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I WAS BORN IX KILLARXKY.
I was born in Killarney when I was very youn.tr,
And that's the very reason why the blarney is on my
Oh, the night was dark and stormy and the rain came falling
down,
And the midwife, Judy Carney, lived a long ways out of
"When, me father took the donkey out and straddled on his back,
With old Judy on behind him he very soon came back;
That I was the pnrtiest baby all the neighbors did allow,
The girls would hug and kiss me then, why don't they do it no\v?
And then I was as fine a boy, me likes you ne'er could find.
My hair was black and glossy and hung down in !;ind,
It was then the girls would pick me up and toss me 1!
I wouldn't let them do it now for fear they'd let nu- fall.
And when the summer time would come and bathing did !
Oh, the girls would put on bathing suits and swimmi-
in;
They would swim with me upon their backs and bathe my ! if lie
brow,
I was their little darling then, why don't they do it now/
And when I came to cut my teeth loused to cuy all day.
^Twas then the girls would pity me, sure I often heard
<; 0h, bless his darling little gums, dear me, how they mv
I would look up in their face and laugh, 1>. -hln't
spake.
They would feed me qn the bottle, my poor mother died one day,
They would ram it down my throttle and I'd suck and
away.
They would rock me in the cradle and if I 'd kick up
They would take me in to sleep with them, but they neve
it now.
LONG SHOREMEN'S STR '
I am a dacent laboring man lhat ore,
To keep the hungry wolf away from the pooAon .nan's
door .
k all day in the broiling sun on ships that come from
- rom broad daylight till late at night for the poor man's fa
They t>ive us good pay for every day,
That is all we'll ask of ye.
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AJlll ||()l
i-aml ,n
tily.
:tli ;
man 's children th<
: down like n Win-in in I ;
Al,( LCAII :
my humble S0ll|
.
Hut when lie found in course of time the tricks his friends
diil pi;
io ft them all and no\v they ,-ry.
Ch
He 1 lie tOOl -illd
. Patrick's (i
. tllf c]'\
"Mulca! tway.^
polit iciciu that CVM- filh-d a
-ition and it drove him
k for him, he must lia d the
ihink of it. Mui ay.
i lie win .11 artful plan
in operation to rat<-h this darling man.
But now tin i ahme. pooi- \ i
wail and SJ
:, what will
Till-; MAID OF THK LOGAN r,or<
Come, nil you lad-> and
It's all about a nice young man I solemnly
all about a nice young man I solemnly do A
AVho would toil both late and early for tlu> maid
Bough.
s he, "My pretty fair maid, you are the only one,
]f I could gain your favor from your side I ne'er would roam."
-ays, "Young men they are so changeable, I am unpre-
pared just now,
So I'll tarry another season at the foot of the Logan Bough."
Says he, "My pretty fair maid, oh, how can you say so,
Look down in yonder valley where my crops do gently grow,
Look down in yonder valley at my horses and my plow.
And they are at their daily labor for the maid of the I-
Bou
"If they are at their daily labor I'm si; iot for me,
For I've heard of your behavior and I mean to tell to t!
There is an inn where you call in. I hear the people s
That you rap and call and pay for all and go home at the b
of day."
"'If I rap and call and pay for all. the money is my own.
For I spend none of your fortune, dear. I hear that you have
none :
You thought I'd be alarmed at the meeting of you now.
But I'll leave you where I found you at the foot of the Logan
Bough."
So fill your glasses to the brim and let fhe 1 'round,
AYe'll drink success to all the boys that plow and sow the ground,
"\YV11 drink success to all the boys, no matter what tl-
And we'll rap and call and pay for all and go home at.
of dav !
I LOVE MY SAILOR BOY.
morning 1 in May,
1 wandered down Liverpool's st*
I overheard a fair maid and this was all her i
"And let my friends say what they will, I love my sailor boy."
:istant and true hearted, he's proper, tall and trim,
nnitry clown or squire's son could ever equal him:
_' the wide oi-?an now where the tempests loud do
roar,
3 they attend him, he's the lad I do adore."
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to lllilli 1 In ii It
.)iir sailor li.-'ll
And \vli.-ii ii ;
ng tin-in (hi!
And \vln-u th< 1 tin 1 Itii
I'll vi iili th< i lad that here i
winds do
FA IK FANNY MOOR.
u-lorn,
"Wl" .--alks lli n-roinidi'd and b;
it in <1
air Fanny M
ny tlic\
I and adored IKT.
hi'jlnT
Uiit his WfjUtli and his ridu-s had no p.wi'f to al!
MII of ilii- fair Fanny M
nd a<l'i'Cil luT. In 1 :
:ip to the ,dtar. mad'- firm and
; tin- lovf of tin any M<^
'>'
a 1 Inl IP
j tin- fair Fanny M.-.r.
Incli
That 's th- lit'.- or thi
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"Oh,, spare me, Oh, spare me!." young- Fanny sli
"Oli, spare me, oh, spare me, I am not i
But he paid no heed to her dying- request.
And he buried his knife in the fair Fanny's bin:
Young Reynolds all blood stained was taken and tried,
Young- Fanny all blooming in beauty she d'n
Young- Reynolds was hung- on the tree by the door,
For taking the life of the fair Fanny Moor.
KATIE 'DONAHUE.
Oh, me name it is M'cGuire and I'll quickly tell to you,
A pretty girl I admire named Katie O 'Donahue;
She's rosy, fat and hearty, now mind me what I say,
And every night when I go to her house the ould woman will
joyfully say.
"Paddy, git up from the fire and give that man a s
Don't you see it's Mr. McGuire, that's court in' your sister Kate,
You know right well he has a farm a littl- ait of to
So git up out of that, you impudent brat, and let Mr. McGuire
sit down. 7 '
The first time that I met this girl she was dancing the Tra-la-le,
And though I was a stranger then she 'grew very fond of i
She "axed'* me if I would see her home and with her take
some "tay, "
And the very moment we got in the house the ould woman did
joyfully say,
"Paddy, git up from the fire and give that man a sate,
Don't you see it's Mr. McGuire, that's courtin' your sister Kate,
You know right well he has a farm a little ways out of town,
80 git up out of that, you impudent brat, and let Mr. McGuire
sit down."
THE GIRL I LOVED IX SUNNY TENNESSEE.
On a morning bright and clear,
To my old home I drew near,
Just a village down in sunny Tennessee ;
I was speeding on a train
That would take me back again,
To my sweetheart who was waiting there for me.
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Sine
And i
SI
Than th' n
ill' 1 dan
' to me.
Fin- is ir (<!
My old lioni
When the in-
i I told lit', tpry
To the Liirl I loved in sunny T"i
When ilii irjiin drew up at last,
Old famili.
And 1 kissed my mother at the station door.
And when old friends gathered 'round,
,rs on every eheek I i'oi.'
And 1 missed the one that I'd been lon-in<_r for.
Afl I whispered, "M'other. d
Where is Mary : " She's not h.
this world seenn-d IOM ;ind sadn- to m<
: nted to a spot
In the elmrehyard's little lot.
PC my sweeihe;n-t sleeps in sunii\
SIIAXTV MAN'S LIFE:
A shanty man's life i. s a wearisome one.
Although some say it's free from C
the swiiiLiiiiLL' of an axe from moniinj? till
In the furest wild and drear,
Or sleeping in the shanties dreary
When the winter winds do blow,
Mnt . ihe morning star does appear.
To the wild wi
At four o'clock in the morning our old creasy cook calls out.
" Hui-rah. boys, for it 's day."
And from broken slumber we nre aroused.
i- to p-iss {iw;iy the loupr winter's day.
Tnnisportod as \\ : om the maiden so t
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To the banks of some lonely stream,
Where the wolf, bear and owl with their tf
Disturb our nightly dreams.
Transported from the glass and the smiling- little i
Our life is long and drear:
No friend in sorrow nigh for to check the rising sk-ii,
Or to wipe away the briny tear.
Had we ale, wine or beer our spirits for to c]
While we're in those woods so wild.
Or a glass of whiskey shone while we are in the v.
For to pass away our long exile.
When spring it does come in double hardship then begins,
For the water is piercing cold-
Dripping wet will be our clothes and our limbs they are half
froze,
And our pike poles we scarce can hold.
O'er -hoals and sands give employment to old han-
And our well bended raft we do st
Oh, the rapids that we run. they seem to us but fun,
We're the boys of all slavish care.
Shantying I'll Give o'er when I'm landed safe on sli
And I'll lead a different life,
No longer will I roam, but contented stay at hoi
With a pretty little smiling wife.
THERE'S A GIRL IN THE HEART OF MARYLVND.
In a quaint, old-fashioned garden in a quaint, old-fashioned
town,
'Mid roses pink and white arid red there blooms the rose I
mean to wed;
Where the old Patomac's flowing, that is where I long to be,
And tomorrow I am going to the girl who waits for me.
Chorus
There's a girl in the heart of Maryland, with a* heart that
belongs to me,
As I told her of my love the oriole above sang from the old
apple tree.
Tken Maryland was fairyland, for she promised my bride
she'd be,
There's a girl in the heart of Maryland with a heart that
belongs to me.
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Thii
. (inn 'i be wear}
TV.
lay since
old man's dim
In- t unicd to her ;ni(l said :
r/<
I "with the hliie '
AYhiie 1 hilch old Ddliliin t(
Men \\vddiii.u' day."
Id sliay
Tlint In- drove her lip to H-
;tppy !>
The i ing and
rii)-.' *
the (piaint old church v.
>>i a rs ' .1 in in ' 1 !
a-dreamin y ,
iininu 1 of tl.'
WIIKX M-
\\intei- \va< a hard
il is that :
r old man Wi me thai
There was my old man McGuiness didn't get a jol.
The contractors they promised him work on tin.- boi
To handle the pick and shovel and throw dirt on 1 1
Six weeks ago they promised him that work he'd surely
But believe me, my .good woman, they're promising liim
Chorus
Then cheer up, Mrs. Riley, don't give way to the bin
You and I will cut a shine with bonnets and new sh.
And as for me I have done a-sighing. no moiv I '11 cr\
But I'll wait till times get better and McGnine-
The Italians, devil take them, why don't they stay at hoi
Sure, AVC have enough of our own sort to eat up all our own ;
They come like bees in summer and in winter they LM) a\
The contractors hire hundreds for sixty cents a day .
They work upon the railroad, they shovel dirt and slush,
But there is one thing in their favor, Italians m-ver lush;
They always bring their money home, they drink no beer or
wine.
And that's something I would like to say about your old man
and mine.
The spring time is coming and soon we'll all get work,
McGuiness will go back to his trade, sure he's a handsome clerk;
You should see him climb the ladder, as nimble as a fox,
Faith, he's the boy that can juggle the old three-cornered box;
The boss he's always bawling, "Hi there, don't you stop.
Keep your eyes upward, don't let no mortar drop."
My old man is very careful, nothing he e'er lets fall,
And damn the word vou'd hear him sav to mv old man at alL
FAREWELL TO CALEDONIA.
My name is AYillie Rayburn, in Glasgow I was born,
The place of my residence I was forced fo leave in scorn ;
From home and habitation was forced to gang awa',
So fare-you-well, you hills and dales of Caledonia.
The crime that I was taken for was robbery and fraud,
I lay the blame on nae one upon this earthly sodf"
1 lay the blame on nae one, but comrades I had twa,
So fare-you-well, the hills and dales of Caledonia.
It was early the next morning before the break of day,
Our turnkey came 'to us, those words to us did say,
"Rise up, you pitiful convicts, I warn you one and a',
This day you leave the hills and dales of Caledonia."
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They l,oini(l me Mown in in
v we will
;i '.
! In- hills and dal
:d UK. th. T. I ;im
1 h<> T will ! to her ill.
; will protect her when !
well, you hi]
BABIES (>\ on; BLOCK.
: or in need of
ilh me so -ially to Murphy'- MI.
in tin' rourth Y
AYlu'iv Ireland d by the bal
and the IMi;;'
\vitli their 1.,
All gossiping and talking with cliil-
" Little Sally V to the hal>i .
warm day in MimmT when the l>
hildren lie on the '
Murphy 's building and '
;nu- " 1/H tie Sally A\
Chorux
There's the Nolans and the Polar;
All sittiiiu' on Up' ihe tide.
All iHM.irhboriy and 1'i'iendly, with relations by tl
Sally V. io th- 1
d morniiiLi- to you. landi
As Pali i-k Murphy, Ks.piir .
AVilli his shininir silk and 1" ,
The envy of all the i:.Muhborin<_r i
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Chorus
There's the Shannons and the Branmms, Fardowns and Con-
naught men.
So aisy with the shovel and handy with the pen,
All royal blood and noble of the Dan ; Council stork,
Singing, "Little Sally Waters" to the babies on our bio
1 'Little Sally Waters sitting in the sun,
Sighing, crying for a young man;
Eise, Sally, rise wipe your eyes out with your frock, '
Is sung by all the babies a-living in our block.
O'BRIEN WITH HIS HIGH-WATER PANTS.
My name is O'Brien from Harlem,
I am an Irishman as you may see;
I can sing like a thrush or a starling,
Of the little bird up in a tree.
But the gang standing there on the corner,
They are trying the steps and the dance,
And they cry out whenever I'm passing,
"There is O'Brien with his high-water pants.'
Chorus
They tell me go over to England,
And pay a short visit to France,
And there to bring out me new fashion,
And call them the high-water pants.
Last night sure I went to the theater,
Along with my first cousin Dan;
We hired a sate in the parka,
Behind the big man in the band;
When a nager came out with a banjo,
^He played up a Highland clog dance,
And he gave out a gag and conundrum
About O'Brien and his high-water pants.
Last week I walked down on the bowery,
Along with me friend, Paddy Brock,
We just dropped into Geoghan's,
To git a drink of his rye and rock,
When the gang all cried, ' ' There ? s Dan 'Leary, '
The bartender shot me a glance,
"Howld your tongue then," says he to the loafers,
That's O'Brien with his high-water pants."
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(' iHH'tia
, Ulltil 111' rollltli,
\\llrll 1
1 "11 l>iV;] K 11
! tln-n t i
A- her tluMi \vhn is ih.- 1
out.
('I'm- '.<
I'll
WIIKX V-
tiio IP!
aiul ll'
Let us sing of the days that are gone, M
When you and I were yoni
A city so silent and lone, M>i'_
Where the young and the gay and the b
In polished white mansions of stone, Mag.
Have each found a place of rest:
It was built where the birds used to play. Ma
And joined in a song that we h;
But we sang as gay as they. Ma 1 .;
When you and I were young.
They say I am feeble and old, Mairne,
My step is less sprightly than then,
My face is a well written page, Maggie,
But time alone was the pen.
But now we are feeble and gray, Ma-.
Like spray from the wild breakers flu;
But to me you're as fair as the day.
When YOU and I were vouns:.
SWEET SILVER LIGHT OF THE MOON.
As I strayed from my cot at the close of the day.
To muse on the beauties of June,
Beneath the jessamine shade I espied a fair maid,
And she sadly complained to the moon.
Refrain
Roll on, silver moon, guide the traveler on his way.
While the nightingale's song is in tune,
But it's never,, never more with my true love I'll stray,
By the sweet silver light of the moon.
Like the hart on the mountain my lover he was brave,
He was handsome and manly to view.
He was kind and sincere and he loved me most dear.
Oh, Edward, no loA T e was more true.
But now he is dead and the youth once so gay,
Is cut down like a rose in full bloom.
And he silently sleeps while I am thus left to weep,
Bj the sweet silver light of the moon.
But his grave I'll seek out and till morning appears
1 will weep for my lover so brave:
I'll embrace the cold earth and bedew with my tears
The flowers that bloom o'er his grave.
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And
She gave us good usage going Land.
pul'l Wr \\.'M1 In
mdt'd us. full a
us up lii
hilclird us to tlir j
-
( ih. l
. Iri-ii Liiri ' ml.
\1*M) T1IK VICTORY,
ilg iiKin ulio
r>ut *
My father sent the press gang, they did niy lov<
And seven of those cowardly dogs he lay ]>
But he was overpowered, he fought right manful-!
But was forced to yield and quit the field, go on boar.
Victory.
The reason why they slight my love i poor,
And oft times they 1 rued him while
door:
But had he come of noble birth and I of low cleg;
They ne'er would send the lad I love on board the Victory.
Last night, as I lay sleeping, a-taking of my rest,
The thoughts of my true lover disturbed my wounded breast;
I thought that I was enjoying my true love's company,
That I was with him all alone on board the Victory.
Now since I cannot gain him, the lad that 1
It will be my occupation, now and foreverm<>
It is for his safe protection my daily pr uill be,
All joy attend my own true love 011 board the Victory.
ELLA REE.
There is Ella Ree, so dear to me,
She's gone forevennore,
Her home was down in Tennessee
Before the cruel war.
Chorus
Then carry me back to TCJ.
There let me live and die,
Among the fields of yellow corn,
In the land where Ella lies.
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Oh, why did I from day to day.
Keep sighing to be free,
And from my master run away.
And leave .poor Ella R
The summer moon will rise and fall.
The tune birds sing their lay.
And the 'possum and the coon will softly tread
O'er the grave of Ella Re?.
But now the cruel Vr,
And the colored folks are free,
And the good old times will come ao:ain,
Way down in Tennessee.
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WHEN I
\V!
\Yi
1 my lo\
lishla if
When I divam o'f Old Erin. I'm dr
WEARING OF Til EN.
Oil. Paddy. d.'ar. and did yuii
.innx-k is t'orhid by law
pick's ilay D
For
I met with Xapper Tandy and i :id.
And
3 ill" most disl ' nnlry i!
and \voi:
;he color w<- must W(
Yon may tak- -i the
I* ut 'twill tak
the law cai
tliey umw.
.And when the leaves in summer time their veru
show,
Then I will change the color I wear in my caubeen,
But till that day. please God, I'll stick to wearing of the green.
But if at last our color should be torn from Ireland's heart,
Her sons in shame and sorrow from the dear old soil will part,
I've heard whisper of a country that lies far bey ant the say,
Where rich and poor stand equal in the light of freedom's day;
Oh, Erin, must we lave you, driven by a tyrant's hand,
Must we seek a mother's welcome from a strange but happy
land !
"Where the cruel cross of England's thralldom never shall be
seen,
.And where, in peace, we'll live and die, a-wearing of the green.
JOE BOWERS.
My name it is Joe Bowers and I've got a brother Ike,
I came from old Missouri, yes, all the way from Pike,
And why I left that pretty place I'll tell you- in my song,
And if you'll pay attention I'll not detain you long.
When I was there I courted a prettv fair maid, her name was
Sally Black,
1 asked her if she'd marry me, she said it was a whack;
Said she to me, "Joe Bowers, before we hitch for life,
You want to get a little home for to keep your little wife."
'I'll do it, dearest Sally, I'll do it for your sake,
I'll go to California and I'll try to raise a stake.''
Said she to me, 'Moe Bowers, you are just the man to win,
Here's a kiss to bind the bargain," and she hove a dozen in.
When I got to California I hadn't nary a red,
1 had such wolfish feelings, I wished myself most dead;
But the thoughts of my dear Sally soon made them feelings get,
And whispered hopes to Bowers, I wish I had them yet.
Then I commenced a-niiiiing, put in my biggest licks,
Came down upon the boulders just likelen thousand bricks;
I worked both late and early through rain and ice and snow,
I was working for. my Sally, but if was all the same to Joe.
One day I got a letter from my dear brother Ike,
It came from old Missouri and all the way from Pike ;
In that letter came the darndest news that ever you did he*
My heart is almost busting, so pray excuse the tears.
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OnK
!] T >\Y X ;
on a snnnn'T day ;
'; slip in to take a dipinir
thai
Or in
le,
Mud this pi;.
And
: \v-bui It
Oh, tlu- j
be air.
Oh, the beef and hisUif. the pori
yon frisky if ;
It's there the turf is and lots of Murphies; Dead Spratts and
Herring and Oyster Shells,
!0, hut
It's there you'd see Peg Murphy's dam: -ling p:
ninst th- duiv.
AVitli Hi' 1 aunt Delaney and l.ridjrt H.-n.
to Lord Donoughmo
hidiiiir trade is in \vliiski-y pin
an uo in to '
lunch :
Hut land or d
tha- in.
On an invitation to a jollification by a parish priest called
Father Tom.
Of ships there is one fixed for lodging convicts, a floating stone
jug of amazing bulk,
And the hake aiid salmon playing at back Ganion swim for di-
version all around her hulk;
There English peelers keep brave repalers who soon with sail-
ors must anchor weigh,
From the Emerald Island ne'er to see dry land until the}
land in Botany Bav.
BARNEY BRALLIGAN.
You have heard of Barney Bralligan, the purty Colleens' joy,
And if you want to know him, bedad, here stands the boy.
There is not a girl in Dublin Town but by me well is known,
And don't they seem to like me, though, for I've kissed the
blarney stone.
ChOnis
Who's for Donnybrook, I cry, sw-ate spot to view the fair,
Oh, jump upon my jaunting car and I'll quickly drive you there.
And there is the lady of my heart, you'd drive both near and far
To find as graceful a colleen to deck a jaunting car;
It's married we will shortly be, now, boys, won't that be grand?
So here's success to Nora dear, and the boys of Ireland.
OLD MUD CABIN ON THE HILL.
Go sell the pig and cow, Aggrah, to take you far away,
Your poor old parents you must leave behind;
Go seek your fortune, darling, in the land beyond the sea,
For in Paddy's land but poverty .you '11 find.
Those were the words my mother said when I left poor 'Paddy's
land,
And the sa<J farewell is in my memqry still,
And old Ireland engravened on my heart, the spot where I
was born,
In the little old mud cabin on the hill.
I think I see the turf fire, it attracts my father's gaze,
And my poor old mother's knitting' by his side,
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Or the Jill!.
hrl|> li
\\l\\\ li
M|, I '11 !'
Than the liltK' old mi. the hill.
TIIK BOUNTY JUMPER,
.11 ;ind I '11 5
.1 bounty jumper
hold, ir
M at Alexandri;;
Minped it in old I Ik;
"Where is Hiat money. Do"
I have taki
And i ^'ill - it yo
ned.''
Now,
art."
i in the valley whe
AVe du- it in Ih.e valley and
And - lieu dropped a ;
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NOTHING TOO GOOD FOR THE IRISH.
tell a story that was told to me,
id old story. Aura Machree,
: my mother was a-dying, alas, says she,
Nothing's too good for the Irish."
"When we came here, me and brother Dan,
I says to him. "We'll do the best we can/''
So they made him a "copper'' and me an Alderman,
Nothing is too good for the Irish.
When .my brother Michael came here that fall,
He was a ''dandy" between you and all,
Soon lie got to be the leader at Tammany Hall,
Nothing's too good for the Irish.
But Mike wouldn't work, oh, no, he wouldn't work,
Says he to me as he gave me a nudge,
'Just wait till election and you'll see me a judge,"
Nothing is too good for the Irish.
Soon I got to be the father of a twelve-pound lad,
He has whiskers already and that's not bad,
He is going- to be President some day, by dad,
Nothing's too good for the Irish.
He sailed away with his blackthorn stick,
To marry the queen and make the British sick,
And try to free old Ireland like a good old Mick,
Nothing's too good for the Irish.
Dutchmen were made for to carry coal in shovels,
Italians for organs and Englishmen to mash;
Chinese for washing, the Japs for a juggling show,
"Nagurs" for whitewashing, the Jews were made for cash.
Cubans for cigarettes, the Portuguese to sail the seas,
Scotchmen for bakers and Frenchmen for style,
Russians for mining, Americans for liberty.
But the men 'twas made for office was sons of Erin's
Isle,
THEN HIP, HIP HURRiAH ! ERIN GO BRAGH,
NOTHING'S TOO GOOD FOR THE IRISH.
MULDOON, THE SOLID MAN.
I am a man of great influence and educated to a high degree,
I came when small from Donegal, in the Daniel Webster I
crossed the sea;
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1 Jy |
man. H
So
1 'II drunk and 1 'il fill \
! walk tin- si
And as eonspicuo
uj)on my i
alleil upon to add
Ian.
institution with elocutioi
lid man.
IN 'nil] EVENING IJY Till-: MOONLIQ]
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in tlk 1 i>venin-.r hy tin* QlOOnlighl \vheii the dark,'
We would ^ratlu'i- 'round the i'ire till the
ne;
.Aftei- tliat we'd ''.'.I OUT suppi-r and then \
!ie only time w> in.
"iiKl take the fid . that huiijr "
While the silver
How the nld folks \\oiild enjoy it, they would sit all
list<
mlight.
Chorus
In tlie evening l>y the moonli
In the oveuiiiL' l>y tlie nionnli-jlit
ringing,
How the old folk.> would en.jny it. they wouhi
onlight.
In th vhen the watch i
ping,
In the eorner hy the firopl;
ion
"When Aunt Chloe used to sit and tell the pickaninni.
And the cabin would be filled with merry coons from r
and far.
Those happy days they all are gone, they'll never come again,
Everything was joyous, gay and bright;
But I never will forget it just as long as I rememter,
How we sang in the evening by the moonlight.
SWEET MARY JANE.
My true love's name was Mary Jane,
She fairly did my heart inflame,
I'm sure there was not so fair a dame,
And search this wide world over.
Mary Jane and I we did agree
That married we would surely be,
uoii as I returned from sea,
We would seal that solemn bargain.
But when I did return again,
They had my sweet companion slain,
The pride and glory of the plane
Lay in her grave all mouldering.
I wish I'd never come on shore,
But stayed where foaming billows roar,
And sailed the -seas all o'er and o'er,
Since parted from my jewel.
THE BANKS OF BOYNE.
I am a bonnie lassie and I love my laddie well,
My heart was always true to him for more than time- can tell;
It was in my father's castle where he gained this heart of mine,
But he has left me here to wander on the lovely banks of Boyne.
His coal black hair in ringlets hung, his cheeks were like the rose,
His teeth were like the ivory white, his eyes were black as Sloes,
His countenance it was sincere, his speech was bold but kind,
But he has left me here to wander on the lovely banks' of Boyne.
I understand my false young man to England sailed away,
I picked up all my jewels, all oil that very day,
I left my aged parents, they now in sorrow pine,
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\\ I
<AV,
in and
Tli-
Ifov.
AVI
'Hit tlH'1!
}1\ -I had i>
11 living \vl:- 'in shines i.>mor;
k to ould Krin ;
BANK;S OF TIM-: xn
di-inns are
Tin ir. 1 can i
To fiv '!i tn' banks of ;
Oh, Willi
tho day th; > lnrn.
For the parting from my sweetheart is like parting from my life,
So stay at home, dear Willie, and I will he your wife.
The Queen she calls for men, love, and I, for one, must go,
The Queen she calls for men, love, I dare not answer No;
We must away to face the foe -while cannons roar the while,
To fight with Briton's heroes on the hanks of the Nile.
Then I'll cut off my yellow hair and go along with you,
I will put on men's clothing and go see Egypt, too;
I will cherish. and protect you through hardship and through
toil,
And we'll comfort one another on the Banks of the Nile.
Your waist it is too slender, love, your fingers are too small,
I am afraid you would not answer when on you I would call,
Your delicate constitution would last hut a short while,
Among those sandy deserts on the Banks of the Nile.
Oh, cursed be the cruel war and the hour it first begun,
For it has robbed old Ireland of many a noble son;
It robs us of our sweethearts, protectors of the soil,
And their bodies feed the wild fowls on the Banks of the Nile.
But soon the war will be over and we'll all be coming home,
Unto our wives and sweethearts we left behind to mourn;
We will kiss them and embrace them with their little winning
smile,
And we never will return again to the Banks of the Nile.
JOHANNA SHAY.
In the Emerald Isle so far from here across the dark blue seaT"
There lives a maid that I love dear and I know that she loves me,
With roguish eyes of Irish blue her cheeks like dawn of day,
Oh, the sunshine of my life she is, my own Johanna Shay.
Oh, Johanna is tall and lovely and like a lily fair,
She is the prettiest girl that can be found in the County of
Kildare,
And if I have good luck, me boys, I'll make her Mrs. O'Day,
For my bundle I'll pack and I'll sail right back to my own
Johanna Shay.
There's a bird in yonder garden singing from a willow tree,
That makes me think of Johanna when she used to sing to me;
When side by side o 'er the mountains or by the lake we strolled,
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I
1 \VI LL TAK B Y01 BAG! 11 LK
an wild and v.
hearl h;.
1 liavc watehed tli-
A\\ ' ledim yd 1 1 1 1 IOY!
ill take you la
>ur heart will kn
And when the fields ;n
I \\ ill take you to your home au'ain.
F know you loYe iue. Kalhh
Your h- d and l
I always feel when you are :
That earth holds nothinir. dear. 1>:
\\" the smiles y(u . .10?
1 seldon: them :
And many, many time-
A dark'nin^ 1 shadow do r l>row.
To that dear land lieyond |
Meon will ;: rn.
And wli"n thy old i'riends wele<mi<
Yoiii' loving heai-t will <
gently flows that purlin-
Down l>y your mothn-'s hum 1
those hriu'litest rays of sunheams rloani.
Then all vour trials will be
IN SAVANNAH.
h the ^ontliern ski'-s then- stand- a lium
ath its roof sits a mother old an
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In the trees around the song: birds are sii
Their melody helps to while her liom
Though I've wandered far and wide, yet m*-
Have I forgotten her where'er I've roai
Don't weep, dear mother, for your boy is coming
Back to his home, sweet home.
Chorus
In Savannah, sweet Savannah,
There's where the mocking bird
Is singing night and day,
In Savannah, sweet Savannah,
Home of my boyhood days.
Soon I'll be back in old Savannah,
Soon I '11 be where sw r eet magnolias bloom.
Then my arms will soon .entwine my gray-haired sweetheart,
Soon I'll banish her sorrow and gloom;
I love her for she bears the name of Mother,
And in my dreams I see her falling tears,
The song birds seem to know that she is grieving,
And sing for her in her declining y
LONESOME HOURS OF WINTER.
Oh, the lonesome hours of winter provide both frost and snow,
Dark clouds around iis gather, the stormy winds do blow;
You are the girl I have chosen to be my only dear,
But your scornful heart is frozen and fast locked up I fear.
I went one night to see my love, she proved most scornfully,
I asked her if she'd marry me to which she paid no heed;
The night being nearly passed and gone and near the break of
day,
I am waiting for my answer, my love, what do you say?
Since you must have an answer, I choose a single life,
I never thought it fitting to ever become your wife;
You may take that for an answer, for myself I will provide, '
I have chosen another sweetheart and you I cast aside.
Since you are for a-changing the old one for the new. '
Then I will go a-roving, I'll rove the country through,
Until I find some pretty fair maid so pleasing to my will,
Oh, this world is wide and lonesome, if one don't, why another
will.
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She luis '
vln'iv my ln\
I'i:
And 3 in my
T wish i
ild roll
or
I.KAY!
main.
"\Yln-r '1 I '^ '"'
Machi
t. the -
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On Irish soil xny parents dwelt sii rime of i
They paid their rent and lived content, convenient to Killaloo
But the landlord cruel sent us ashule, my poor old mother
me,
He banished us from home far away to roam to ili<' wil
America.
No more at the churchyard, Asthore Maehree, on my fat
grave can I kneel,
The rich man knows but little of the woes that the i
has to feel;
When I look around on the little spot of ground wher-
cabin used to be,
I may curse the laws that have gave me cause to depart for
America.
Where are the neighbors kind and true that were once our
country's pride?
No more they are seen at the fair on the green or dance on
the green hillside;
It is the stranger's cow that is grazing now where the poor man
used to be,
With notices they were served and turned out to starve or ban-
ished to America.
Oh, Erin M'achree, must your children be exiled all over the
earth ?
Must they think no more of you, dear land, as the spot that
gave them birth ?
Must the Irish yield to the beast of the field, Arrah no, Cushla
Asthore Machree,
They're coming back in ships with vengeance on their lips from
the shores of America.
THE BCXY OF LOVE.
The boy of love without no fear like me some time ago,
Like a hero bold through frost and cold to see my love I'd go,
But the moon shone bright to give me light over the meadows
so gay,
Until I arrived at my true love's gate where all my fancy lay.
"When I arrive at my true love's gate, my step being soft
and low,
She wall arise and let me in, so softly I will go,
Saying, "Will you come to my father's house?" "No, dear,
but come to your own,
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I COTJ1 3TAT .\\v.\V.
:ia when- I s'M,
In tli sunny count ry win-re v,
moillf!
y birthpi
For I eouldn'1 ami T wmihln
tlb
cotddn'1
I the q\]
!y heart has l-.-cii wmi aii>'
>'"
. jind I
I have been both East and Westwa; faraway
i'l-oin lh" <>!! plantation 1 .-ould no
! all the happj
!,,uhly haipv ht.
DOWN" IX VON1)
n i,. yonder valley ih.
in yonder valley I'll
For meeting is a p] I -
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It's down in yonder valley I'll meet he.
I met my love as she was going: to church an-
passed me by,
I knew her mind was changing- by the rolling of he
I knew her mind was changing to a lad of high
And may he be hanged forever that parted my love and me.
I took a bottle from my pocket and I placed it in her hand,
Saying, "Mollie, drink of this, love, for our courtship is at
an end,"
Saying, "Drink from off the top, love, let the bottom remain
for me,
Five hundred pounds are wagered that married we'll never be."
'"So farewell, Tipperary, and farewell to you, Trimore,
And farewell, lovely Mollie, your face I'll see no more;
America lies far away, it's a land I'm going to see,
And may he be hanged forever that parted .Mollie and me."
WHERE THE RIVER SHANNON FLOWS,
There's a pretty spot in Ireland,
I always claim for my land,
Where the fairies and the blarney
Will never, never die.
It's the land of the shilalah,
My heart goes "back there daily, '
To the girl I left behind m.
When we kissed and said good-bye.
Chorus-
Where dear old Shannon's flowing,
Where the three-leafed shamrocks grow,
Where my heart is I am going
To my little Irish rose.
And the moment that I meet her,
With a hug and kiss I'll greet her,
For there's not a colleen sweeter,
Where the river Shannon flows.
Sure, no letter I'll be mailing,
For soon will I be sailing,
And I'll bless the ship that takes me
To my dear old Erin's shore;
There I'll settle down forever,
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I'll return, mother dar;
Soc
s r roiNBi
]\ly ;
And i
nan
lie AN
and a shir
My heart is !
rig.
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He comes Tolling home in the morning, boys,
Gives the "dure" the divil's own bang,
Me heart is broke, God knows it is,
Since Terrence joined the gang.
When he came home last Sunday evening I talked to him so
very nice,
And he said, "Quid man, you are getting too fresh, and well
have to lay you out upon the ice,"
He told the ould woman to go chase herself and to lave off
giving him her slang,
Her heart is broke, God knows it is, since Trrrenee joined the
gang.
He'll stand upon the corners from morning until night,
And if the police they say, "Move on," he'll spit at them with
spite ;
He went to the market only yesterday and there he stole a
big ham,
And he- got six months in the penitentiary, along with th.
of the gang.
TOSS THE .TURK.
One evening lately I dressed up nately.
With Sunday clothes, plug hat and all,
And I started proudly while whistling loudly,
To Neal Brogan's raffle at Hibernia Hall:
While on the corner a gang of loafers,
I know they're loafers for they never work,
Says, "Boys, let us give the old Tad a racket,
We'll have a picnic and we'll toss the Turk."
Chorus
Now, I'm not a fighter, nor yet a biter.
But when duty calls me I never shirk;
Understand me plainly, though I look ungainly,
They had no picnic when they tossed the Turk.
The big ring leader, a free lunch, raider,
Says to me, "O'Brien, go paint your tile,
Put crepe around it, take. an axe and pound it,"
And he thought it funny when the gang did smile ;
'Twas then my dander rose like a gander,
For I heard one fellow say he'd flash a dirk.
So. I tapped him lightly andVirprised him quietly,
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I'iirlit ;
.\U.M'I>
i'.ut
Ti:
But I could !
! of a !;
Chorus
the pr ; '
Our heart
Shr JS HIV r
The mold of li.-i- ankle i
Avjiist fills witli envy tin*
mouth and tli* 1 Mur
I' a kin. ithrall :
'k<-n of !
is my I
TIIK IKlsil JAUNTING
c
MIV nam<
nil \\ni\\ a
tin' pi-i. ;lliu Citj ; i jaunti:
Chorus
So if you want to hire me, step in 1
And inquire for Larry Doolin and his Irish jaun:
When the Queen she came to Ireland her health for to revive,
She axed her Lord Leiutenant to take her out to dr
She said unto his Lordship before they'd travel'
How delightful is the joulting of an Irish jaunting car."
I'm hired by drinking men, by teetotalers and by me friends,
A carman has so much to do that duty never ends,
From morn to night he ha*s to drive around both near and far,
And at night he counts his bunces on his Irish jaunting car.
NEVER GO BACK ON THE POOR.
In this world of sorrow, of toil and regret,
There are scenes I would gladly pass o'er,
But stern duty compels that each fact must be told,
So through life we may check them the more;
Is it right that a man who has well earned his j.
On the pipes by the sweat of his brow,
Should wait like a beggar on green day by day.
Or else home in hunger to go?
Don't show any favor to friend or to foe,
The beggar or prince at your door;
If you always do right you will get your reward,
But never go back on the poor.
From the wild waste of waters there came a death cry,
As dashed on an iron bound shore,
A noble ship struck in the darkness of night,
And sank midst the' tempest 's loud roar ;
The captain asleep and the men of their post,
With the coal and provision run short,
While the doomed ones they hoped for .that bright Western 'and,
Which in sweet joyous dreams they had sought.
Can it be such neglect shall by us be forgot,
Or that money will triumph once more?
A good, willing hand, a stout branch and a rope,
For those who^go back on the poor!
When the divers went down 'neath the wreck for to search
For the bodies that lay far below,
"It's nothing but a steerage," was oft the remark,
As a ghastly corpse came up to view;
As if only a steerage could shut out a soul,
Because poverty claimed him her own,
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Till
'
1 LEFT I 1
WE
To my brothers and sisters, and the little thatched c
To my poor widowed mother, 111 ne'er see her more,
'Twas a shame, but I left her be oor.
Shall I ever forget on that bright, rosy morn.
When leaving old Ireland my poor heart did mourn,
And my poor widowed mother bade me be of good cheer,
Sayin.u 1 , "Good-bye, Dannie darlni- mother a
And my brothers and sisters took me b;.
Faith, my "heart nearly broke when I left Iivlai:
Though the shadow of poverty darkened our d<>
I left Ireland and mother because we were poor.
Since leavin' old Ireland my poor mother d"*
"God bless and protect him." w^re the last words she said,
And the ring my father gave her she sent it to me,
A .jewel more precious than gold unto mo.
My brothers and sisters, I wish they were h>
I will send for them soon and they will come, never fear;
I have a neat little cot 011 Columbia's shore,
Where we all can live happy although we are poor.
THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO.
Come, all you sons of Britton, and Irish heroes, too.
And all that fought for freedom's pause that day at Waterloo,
Be of good courage, stout and bold, and I will promise you
That we'll plant victorious eagles on the planes of Waterloo.
About eight o'clock the earth did shock and this frightful fray
begun.
It lasted the whole day long till the setting of the sun ;
No pen can write, no tongue can tell the horrors of that day,
They fought like men at Waterloo until they were betrayed.
It would fill your heart with pity if you seen those French-
men's wives.
Likewise their little children, with melancholy cries.
Saying, "Mamma, dearest Mamma, oh, this day we sure will rue.
When we come to see our Da Das slain at the battle of Water-
loo."
To see "Bony'' like a bantam perched upon his car,
He appeared to be great Caesar or Mars, the god of war ;
from a high platform where he stood he flapped his wings
and crew.
Till he dropped his wings through being betrayed at the battle
of Waterloo.
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Chorus
Hurrah! Hurrah! Wi? bring the jubi:
Hurrah! Hurrah! The flag that ;
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the
While we were march in or thro' Geoi
How the darkies shouted when they heard the joyful :s-uml,
How the turkeys gobbled which our
How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground,
"While we were marching thro' <
and there were Union men who wept with 3
When they saw the honoi they had not seen for
Hardly could
While we w
rman'.s dashing Yankee boys will m >&st,"
So the saucy :-mie bo;.
Had they not f<
While we were marching thro' '
So we made a thoroughfare for freedom and her train,
Sixty miles in latitude, three liu the main;
Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain,
While we were marching thro' Georgia.
HOME, SWEET HOME.
'Mid pleasures and palaces, though we may Yoam,
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 that moon from our own cottage door,
Thro' the woodbine whose fragrance shall cheer me no more.
An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain;
Oh, give me my lowly thatch ? d cottage again,
The birds singing gaily that come at my call,
Give me them, and that peace of mind dearer than all.
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h
OVEK THE II'
Their fathi
Oli, God, in.-iy i-
Oh. I!ra\vn->.
This \\orltl it is lonely and
Mv
AIM! th
Xo\\
.
-at on that old doorstep yonder,
And held my dear babes on my knee;
No father was happier or fonder
Than I, of my little ones three;
The boys both so rosy and nigged,
And Lilly with prattle so sweet,
God knows how their father has loved them,
But they've driven him out in the street.
It is long years since my Mary was taken,
My dear old affectionate wife,
Since then I have hern forlorn and forsaken,
And the light has died out from my life;
The boys grew to manhood I gave them
A deed of the farm, aye, and more,
I gave them the house I was born in.
And now I'm turned out from its door.
NELLIE AY As A LADY.
Down on the Mississippi floating,
Long time I travel on the v
All night the cotton-wood a-toti
r my true love" all the day.
Chorus
Nellie was a lady, last niglu
Toll the bell for lovely N
My dark Yirginny bride.
Now I'm unhappy and I'm weepi
Can't tote the cotton-wood no in
Last night while Nellie was a-sleepi:
Death came a-knocking at the door.
Down in the meadow 'mong the clov
AYalk with my Nellie by my side :
Now all those happy days are over.
Farewell, mv dark Virginny bride.
LOCH LOMOND.
By yon bonnie banks, and by yon bonnie br;.
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
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SIM; MAY 11. \ ITKI; DAYS.
\v 1 1 ; ;
Id,
At something the} M.
what i!
ii,
i then 1 li-
\Yh' inn-.
may li;:
TJionrh by tin- ".
M inolli'
AYlio has S.MMI i
:iltl but 1<>11
Each man * tear in
For some had daughters at home.
JUST TELL THEM THAT YOU SAW ME.
While strolling down the street one eve, alone on pleasure b
It was after bus' of the day.
1 saw a girl who shrank from mo in whom I rec<
My schoolmate in a village far away.
"Is that you, Madge?'- I said to her; she quickly turned away,
"Don't turn away, Madge, I am still your friend;
Next week I'm g< the old folks and I thou
Perhaps some i you would like to send.
Chorus
Just tell them that you saw i\ :;id. they'll know the
Just tell them I was looking well, you know :
Just whisper if you get a chance to mother
I love her as I did long, lo:
Your cheeks are pale, your -hin, come tell me, were
you ill?
When last :ir and bright:
Come home with me wl: . Madge, the change will do
you good,
Your mother wonders where you are tonight.
"I long to see them all again, but not just yet," she said;
"L' alone that's keeping me av
Just tell them not to worry, for I 'm ;i '
Tell mother I am coming home sor.-
THE ROVIXG IRISHMAN.
1 am a roving Irishman that roves from town to town.
I lately took a notion to view some foreign ground,
So with my knapsack on my shoulder and shillala in my hand,
I sailed away t< a to view that happy land.
When I landed in Philadelphia the girls all laughed with joy,
Says one unto- another, "There comes a roving boy."
One treated to a bottle and another to a dram.
And the toast went 'round so merrily. ' to the Irish-
man.
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OLD Til KM THAT
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Dere's whar my heart is turning ever,
Dere's who' de old folks stay.
All up and down de whole creation
Sadly I roam,
Still longing for the old plantation,
And for de old folks at home.
Ii'< frain
All de world is sad and dreary,
Everywhere I roam;
Oh ? darkies, how my heart grows weary,
Far from de old folks at home.
All roun' de little farm I wandered,
When I was young;
Den many happy days I squandered,
Many de songs I sung.
When I was playing w ith my brother,
Happy was I,
Oh, take me back to my kind old mother,
There let me live and dj,e.
One little hut among de bushes,
One that I love,
Still sadly to my mem 'ry rushes,
No matter where I rove:
When will I see de bees a-humming
All roun' de com))?
When will I hear de banjo tumming
Down in my good old home ?
OLD BLACK JOE.
Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay,
Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away;
Gone from the earth to a better land, I know,
I hear their gentle voices calling, ''Old Black Joe."
Chorus
I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low;
I hear those gentle voices calling, ' ' Old Black Joe. ' '
Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain?
Why do I sigh that my friends come not again?
Grieving for forms now departed long ago,
I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe."
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Wher
The clnl.i
I hear their gentl
Tin-: SIIKKW wi!
ii'll listen si stni-y I 'II t.-ll.
line tha fell.
J married a jade and her name it is N'ell,
And .she's all the linn- scolding and hi,
Twenty pounds -i<n 1 dr;iw
Which caused h.-i KI drink both wli
Her voice Ilk.- a cannon would sound in my
Hefore the daylight in the IIP
To kindle the fire, that is in.- first job.
And if 1 don't do it. it's a slap in the jroh.
A kick or a cuff or a rap on the nol>,
I '111 sure for to iret from me dar!
ani I must lave the tay kettl<
And when I come in 1 must nurse a yoiiiiLr child.
I wish I'd been kilt on the hanks of the Nile
me darl'mir.
Without a si'j-n of ;i
Me hed it is left without blanket or sh.
I'm a show to the world when 1 <rn OB tin-
While she to the neighbors is -alivanti'
It is now my wi Mty 1 mean to disci'
She's dirty, site' I, with a dam Cl
She's a d to all women \\ I
With her tatters and ragfi a-hairji 1
lias hair on her lip like a wandcrh
Damn the tooth in h> 'hat is sound, only I
itch on her back, aither red. wi.
That ever was wet with a wa^i
1 have traveled thro ilirou-jh
All through the Kast 1: 1 back 1
At Waterloo bal lin -
Hut I never met with the 1
DUBLIN BAY.
There sailed away in a gallant bark Roy Neal and h
young bride.
They had ventured all in that bounding ark that sailed o'
the silvery tide;
But their hearts were young and their spirits light and they
dashed the tears away,
And the}* watched the shore recede from sight of their own
sweet Dublin Bay.
Three days they sailed when a storm arose and lightning flashed
the deep,
And the thmn" >h broke the short repose of the weary sea
boys asleep ;
Roy Xeal he clasped his weeping bride and kissed her tears
away,
''Oh, love, 'twas a fatal hour,'' she cried, ''when we left Dublin
Bay."
On the crowded deck of that doomed ship some stood in mute
despair,
And some more calm with a holy lip sought the God of the
storm in prayer ;
"She has struck on a rock,' 1 ' the sailors cried in a breath of their
wild dismay,
And the ship went down and the fair young bride that sailed
from Dublin Bay.
BILLIE JOHNSON OF LUNDY'S LANE.
An old and crippled veteran to the War Department came,
He sought the chief who led him o'er many a field of fame,
The chief who shouted "FORWARD" whene'er his banner rose,
And bore the flag in triumph behind his flying foes.
'Have you forgotten, General," the battered soldier cried,
"The days of Eighteen Hundred and Twelve when I fought by
your .si
Have you forgotten Johnson that fought at Lundy's Lc\
It's true I'm old and feeble, but I'd like to fight again."
"Have I forgotten?" says the chief, "my brave. old soldier, NO!
And here's the hand I gave you then and let it tell you
But you have done your share, my friend, you are crippled, old
and gray,
And we have need of stronger arms and fresher blood today."
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" I 'ill
T a bull*
MI! will
\Vheiv \\
And say in Putnam al 1
"There stands !<! I'.illie -
TI1K ClvA lfANl>.
> laid him a\vay on tin- hn>\\ ill,
Outa
And I'm 1 old boBS "1
Till tlic call on tli'' Final Day.
They had placed him \vli-
'When his time would come,
AVhciv he'd list 10 t!. - mourn-
To the foreman's "Joihl ah
For man;, he had paced that '
He had PUB
And now from his narrow, last
Herald!'" I th its roll by;_
i'roin his rest, 'ncath the will
His spirit would iruanl th" tra
Jle would know wh-n the engine *tn.
Hr would hear the tram
Ti . elatterin^' i
The voice of the Irish hoss he k:
And 1!
And lonely he'd b whru \\\-
Had faded away in the ni-lit.
him alone with
the distant r-d gwitch-li
And the old DOS : " lll;ll ' k
r r> the unused li;i! :
1. "Now, men, '
. with t 1
he hill i
\V- will "^ ; ^ ap th i
\V:
of our o!
THE MAGIC GLA
I wenf one night with a high-priced thirsl to loaf i;
bazaar,
And as I sampled the old red dope I leaned on the poli
My pockets were filled with .the good, Ion my raiments
were soft and new.
And I felt as fr. e flower that's kissed with a
nice wet dew;
Behind the bar a mirror stood as big as your parlor floor,
And I looked and looked in that glittering glass, then T
dered and looked some more.
My own reflection I did not sec. but there where it should have
be-
There stood the form of a cringing bum, all crumpled and
soaked with gin :
His nose was red, his eyes were bleared, unshorn W$s hi*
swollen fa
And I thought it queer that so seedy a bum would <
swell a place.
I turned around for a 'better look ai igy of despair.
And I nearly fell in a little heap, for the effigy wasn't there;
The bartender laughed, 4> It's the Ma. iid with a
careless yawn,
"It shows a man how he is apt to look years hence when his
roll is 2:011-
THE TWO (VDOXAHUKS.
We came from Tipperary a few short weeks ago,
With spirits light and airy, two emigrants, you know;
So now we ask your pardon, smil- on us if you pie;
For we come from Tipperary so far beyant the s
Digging turf was our occupation in the bogs of Allen then,
But we're told that in this nation we'll at least be aldermen;
We're sure of big positions in offices of note,
Well join the politicians, boys, and for us you'll have to vot<
When we go back to Ireland it's then it will be said,
We'll rise up in our sireland. the green above the red;
80 all the world may glory whenever they hear the news
Of Ireland and the story of the two 'Donahues.
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uid all
dirty old man Flynn."
llion tli-
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r in."
THE MORNING APT!
And - thinkii!
I tin:
lie,
k 1 1 j > i i
1 at all in i
nni/'
Tli-liv
nurv In'in dcrp whili
And that saintly man is forgotten soon, just tin-
or I.
Then I says to myself, '"Well, Jack, old boy, when
called to make the jump.
When you reach the place where the good and the had
bump the eternal bumps,
You can smile to yourself and chuckle, though the path be
exceedingly hoi.
When you were on earth you were going some" now is that
an unholy thought?
Then I arise and attach a cracked iceband to the crown of my
battered hat.
And I wander forth for a cold gin fizz she is a great old world
at that;
Then I go on my way rejoicing, what's the use to sob or si
Take the route, old scout, and be merry, for tomorrow
may die.
THE KLONDIKE MIXER.
A Klondike City mining man lay dying on the ice,
There was lack of women's nursing, for he didn't have the price,
But a comrade knelt beside him as the sun sank to repose,
To hear what he might have to say and watch him while he
froze.
The dying man he raised his head above the banks of snow.
And he said, "I've never seen it thaw when 'twas forty-five
below ;
Take a message and a token to some distant friends thereat,
For I was born at Gibbons, at Gibbons on the Platte.
"Tell my brothers and companions if ever you get back East,
That this blooming Klondike country is no place for man or
beast,
For the mountains are too rugged and the weather is too cold,
And the wheat fields of Nebraska yield a better grade of
Here an honest day of labor won't buy a pound of gre;
And the price of leather biscuits is sixty cents apiece;
Tell my father not to sorrow with a sorrow deep and dense,
For I would not thus have perished if I had a lick of sense,
But to keep the sorrel horses and the high-grade cattle fat
Upon the farm at Gibbons, at Gibbons on the Platte.
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THE LASS OF DUNMORE
As I went a- walking one morning,
Bright Phoebus so clearly did shine,
And the meadow larks warbled melodious,
While the roses in the valley did twine;
It was down by a grove where I wondered,
. A while to repose in the shade,
On my destkiy for to ponder,
It was there I beheld a fair maid.
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