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SONG BOOK Mrs. Mulligan, the Pride of the Coombe THE AG~ICULTIJ~AL I~ISH GI~L A Bucket of the Mountain Dew THE OLD BOG ROAD The Stone outside Dan Murphy's Door. In My Wild Mountain Valley WHENE'ER I SEE THOSE SMILING EYES THE MARSEILLAISE HYMN . Farewell to the Cot on the Mountain THE OLD BOREEN Come in and Shut the Door MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA GOOD-BYE, OLD HOME 'fHE CAVALIER HER PARTINC WORDS TO ME - The Cabin with the Roses at the Door A Man's Best Friend is hi~ Pocket OH, BR'EATHE NOT HIS NAME BRIAN OGE AN.D MOLLY BAWN I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK Send Back my Barney to me The Sweet Silver Light of the Moon KATIE MULDOON MY BONNIE At Glendalough Lived a Young Saint "Are Ye ~ight Th.ere, Michael?h Savourneen Deelish THE PRIDE OF .PIMLICO I Traced her Little Footsteps in the Snow My Dear, my Native Home PHIL THE FLUTE~'S BALL Nothing Mope I Know my Love by his Way of Walking There's a Letter in the Candle Poop Old Joe , Departed Love MASTER McGRATH I'll not Beguile thee from thy Home The Best Friend of all is your Mother CLEMENTINE Over the Mountain Does your .Heart Beat True to Me ? When I Saw Sweet Nellie Home Lot tie Lane KEVIN BARRY ~~ U GENT &, dO., Publ.ishers, 45 Middl.e Abbey St., Dublin = , ODDS AND ENDS SONG BOOK.
THE PRIDE OF -PIMLICO. WHEN I SAW SWEET NELLY THE BEST FRIEND OF ALL IS YOUR By " S~ll~, lIg allagh." HOME. MOTHER. In the sky the hright stars glittered, While plodding on our way the toilsome road of Air-" Irish Mo.lly 0." On the grass the lIl oon lig ht fell, life, Come all ye broken-hearted on~s and listen to my HUHl, 'd the sonn d of d,~y l ig ht ' s Imstle, How few Lhe friends that daily there we meet, lay Clogecl the pink-eyed pill1pel'llel. Not many will stH-nd by in trouble or in strife A bout a lovely damsel as fair as ~I lis bI 0., t r-fltY, All along the nl oss-grOWl! woodplLtch, ' With con nsel and affection ever sweet. Who's caused much tears alld sorrow all ,l g-rief fLnd Where Lhe cattle love to roam, But there is one whose smile will ever on us beam, heartfe It woe, From Aunt Patty's quilJbling party, 'W hose love is dearer fal' than any other, It·s Kitty Quinn I'm speaking of, the Pride of I was seeing Nelly home'. Allll wh erever we may turn, this lesson we lllay Pimlico. learn, Jetty ringlets softly Buttered The best friend of all is your mother. It's just about a month ago unto this place she O'er a brow as white as snow, ' calne, And her cheek-the crim~on sunset Chorus. ' And set our hearts all blazing up in love's undying Rcarcely had a wanner glow. Then cherish her with care, and smooth her sil vel' flame: . 'Mill her parted lips vermillion, hair, Al\d made of. eveI,), other lass ahout the place a With teeth Bashed like ocean foam, When gone you will never get another; foe, _ All I marked, with pulses throhbing, A frienu in need is a friend indeed, Because she took their sweethearts, did the Pride While I saw sweet Nelly home. But the best friend of all is your mother. (jf Pii'n Iico ... , When the autumn tinged the greenwood, Though all the world may frown and every frienll Poor Paddy Burke, the tailor, now can't do a Turning all its leaves to golll, depart, stl'Oke of work, On the lawn, by alders shaded, She will never forsake us in our need; Nor Billy Shee"the handyman, nor steady Jack I my love to Nellis tolLL Our refnge evermore is still within her heart, 1\1'Gurk· • As we stood together gazing , Fur us her loving symr.atlIY will plead. And if you' ax the reason, all they'll answer you On the star's bespanglecl dome, H er pnre and gentle smIle for ever cheers our way, is." Oh, How I blest the A.ngust evening 'Tis sweeter and 'tis purer than all other; It's all because of Kitty Quinn, the Pri,le of Pim- Wheul saw sweet Nelly home. When she goes from earth away we find out while lico. . we stay White hair mingles with my tresses, That the best friend of all is your mother. There's Murphy the teetotaller, he's gone upon Furrows steal npon my brow, Chorus. the spree, Bnt my love's smile clleers and blesses And Keogh the whiskey drillker now is taking Life's declining momellts now. Hei fond and gentle face not long may greet us milk and tea. Matron, in the snowy kerchief, here, He's given up John Jallleson, and likewise Power Closer to my bosom come, Then cheer her with our kindness and our love; and Roe, TeU me, dost thou still remember Remember at her knee in childhood bright and Because his heart's distracted by the Pride of Pi m When I saw sweet Nelly home, dear, lico. We heard her voice like angels from above. Though after years liIay bring their gladness or Old Jimmy}~ane _tlll! miser that no one cou,ld get their woe, around ' ..• OLEMENTINE, Her love is sweeler far than any other; And youn~ Tom Ray who owns a forge and near a fA a cavern, in a canyon, And our longing ,hearts will learn wherever we hundred pound; Excavating for a Inine, may go Aud Mat M'Cann, whose, father keeps the Irish Dwelt a minet:, forty-niner, That the best friend we have is our mother. Waxwork Show, Chorus. Are ravlIlg night and day about the Pride of Pim- And his daughter Clementine. lioo. ' Chorus. Oh, my darling, oh, my darling, DOES YOUR HEART BEAT TRUE TO It's time the polis saw to it, it soon will be too Oh, my darling Clementine! late, Thou art lost and gone for ever, ME? An' divil a man in all the Coomhe will have a solid Dreadful sorry, Clementiue! Does your heart beat true to me, my love P pate ;b d' R'dl' . I t f I' I I said when last we met; Or soon eyon III I ey s, a SIg 1 0 aw 'u woe, Light she was, and lil . \ MRS. MULLIGAN, THE PRIDE OF THE AT GLENDALOUGH LIVED A .. ARE YE RIGHT THERE, MICHAEL?" COOMBE. YOUNG SAINT, By W. Pel'CY French, 1'111 a thlllllpillg fille widow, I live in a si)ot, At Glcnclalongll lived a yOllng Saint, III odour of sanctity dwelling, Music and words froln :Messrs. Pi(l'ott & Co., Ltd. III Dublill, they cal\ it the Cooulbe ; Grafton :::it., Dublin, pnce 28. My shop and lily stall are both onL ill tIle stree!., All old .fashiolled oelour which now And lily palILce consists of one 1'00111, We seldoln or never are slllellillg. Yo'lI may Lalk of Colllmbus's saili.nno At PaLrick's l':itreet COl'ller, for I'orty.six years, A book or a hook were to hilll Acro,S the A tlantical sea, 0 I've stood there, 1'111 telling 110 lie; The ntnlost extent of bis wishes, Blit he llever tried to 0'0 railing And while I stood there nobody wOllld dare Now-a sllatch at the lives of the saillts, , From Enuis as far ;,~ Kilkee, '1'0 say black was tile while of my eye, Then-a catch at the lives of the fbhes. You 1'1111 for the traill iu the llIorniu', Ri 'fol di 101 101, etc. 'I'he excursion train starting at eight, Chorus, You'n there whell the clock gives the waruin', Yon Inay travel from Clare to the County There was a young woman one day A llJ there for au hour you'll wait. Kildare, S tm vaging alone by the lake, sir; l!'rolll l)rog-heda right up to Macroom, She looked hard at Saillt Kevin, they say, (Spoken) : And where would you see a fine widow like But Saint Keviu did no notice take, sir. Whell she found lool I DON'T WANT TO QO BACK. KATIE MULDOON. I KNOW MY LOVE BY HIS WAY 0'1' Words by Edwd.M'Nulty. MII~ic hy'l'om ~fn , dden. W rittcn al1d cOlllposed by Tom Malldell, CO III· WALKING. Published by Madden & Son, 54 ~l iddle A IJbey poser of "Becaustl I Love You So," etc. 1 Im o~v lily love by his way of walking, Street, Dnblin. Mu~ic from Mad,lell & Son, 54 Mid. Abbey Alld I know my I(we by his way of talking, Street, Dnblin. Alld 1 know my love dressed in his jersey blue, You've noticed it's all tIle rage to get away And if Iny love leaves me what will I do P To a differellt place to w'here you are to.day. I've got a sweetheart so cltarlning, If the songs sny true, alld I suppose they do, I'm going to malTY Iler 80011, Ohorus. Then everyhody lI'ant.~ to go RIle's jnst tlt e sweetest colleen, A_nd still she cried, .. 1 love him the best, '1'0 sOlll ew here uy the Tennessee or Ohio. My litt le Kate Muldoon. I jllst can't tell wlty I love Il er so, And a tiring mind can know no rest." And long ror her nigllt alld day, And still site cried, .. Bonny boys are few, Ohorus. And if lily love leaves me what will I do P" But I don't want to go back to any kind or old But 1'111 goillg home to lily c()lleen alone, shack j<'or I'm longing, yes longing to say: 'I'here is a dance·llouse down in Mardyke, Where the black.eyed Susans grow; Ohorus. And ther.e my trne love goes every night, Or where the darkies roam round an old Ken. Kate, Kate, Katie Muldoon, with your coax· And ta.kes a strange one upon his knee, tncky hOllle ing way, And don't you think now that vexes me P Way dowlI Tennessee 01' Ohio. H ow you've set lily head awhirl, Chorus. And I don't want to be rigllt 011 the Mississipi, Yon are just the sweetest girl; Dixie land or Texas way. Some day you'll marry me, let it be soon; If my love knew I could wash and wring, It may seem absurd, but you take my word, SIll'e l've bought the ring and everytlung is 1£ my love Imew I conkl weavu and spin, Ireland's goo~ enollgh for me. ready, I'd lIIake for him a suit of tlte finest kind, Katie Muldoon. But the want of money leaves me behind. I am happy Just where I am here el'ery day: Ohoruf\. There's always sonlething doillg bright alld gay. I know a boy who fills my heart with joy, Kate had a host of admirers, I know lily love is an ardent rover, Each of them wanting her ha.ud, And I know my love rOMIlS the wide world ol'er; You bet he wouldn't let me go Bnt they were all outsiders, To anywhere Ileal' Tennessee or Ohio. In some foreign t BRIAN OGE AND MOLLY BA WN. KEVIN BARRY. THE OLD BOG ROAD. O ! come listen to lily story, Molly Ba wn ! Died for lreland, N ovember 1st, 1920. 1'111 bound ror ueath or gl ory, Moll y Ba wn! By Teresa llrayton. Sllng by Gerard Crofts. Air-" R oll ing Home." F or I've listed in the army, My feet are here on Broadway this blessed llarvest _ \Vh ere no more those eyes can harm Ill e, In l\lountjoy one Monday morning, 111 0 1' 11, Fail: they kill me while they cllarm me, Molly High UpOII t.he g-allows-tree, But oh, lhe ache that's in thim for tile sod wher" Dawn. Kevin II :Hry gave his young'life 1 was born; .I!'or the Cllll se of liberty. My lV eary hands are blisthered from toil in cold ]\[u, lra, Brian, you've been drinkin' now, you roO'ne ! But a lad of eig hteen 8l1mlnars, Rnd Il eat, I know it by your willkiu', Briall Oge ! ., Ye t no one can deny And 'tis oh, to swing a ~cythe to-day throll ,<11 Blit YOII ll e'er wOllld be the vill'iu A s he walked to death t1lat nloming, fielus of Irish wheat. ., For to tal< e the Saxo n slrilliu', H e proudly held lli ~ llead on high. Had I lily choice to journey back or own a. king's A nd do their dirty killin', Brian Oge! abode, Chorus. 'Tis soon I'd see the hawthorn tree on the old bog ~nd wlra~ will all the boy s say, Brian Og~ P Another Inartyr for old Ireland, road. 1 hat you ve tnl'll ed a redcoat hay then, Bnan Oge! A nother murder for the Crown, Go 'list jll ~t il' it pl aze ye, Wllose brulal laws may kill the Irish, Whin I was young and innocent, my mind was ill Ye vill'in, do not taze I;,e, But can't keep their spirit down. at ease _ ~ hure you'd drive a collee ll crazy, Brian Oge! Lads like Barry are 11 0 co wards, Through dhramin' of America and "oold l)eyant Frolll the roe t hey will not fly, the seas ; - . ., "rwas yourself that drove me -to it, Molly Bawn! Lads like Ban y will free Ireland, Oell so n-a take their money, but 'tis llard to gel When you read Illy death you'll rue it, Molly F or her sake tlley'lI live antI die. that samtl - Ba wn! And wh at's ille wh ole world to a man whin no OilS When I die 'Illillst fOll men wres tlinif' Just before he faced t.ll e lrangma1l, spakes his name! Where the ball" lik e hail are whisthn' In his dreary pri,on ce ll, I've had my day, and here I am with buildin' And bloody bayonets bristliu', Molly Bawn! British soldiers to rture.] BaITY, bricks for load, Just because he would llOt tell A long three thousand miles away from the oh! And the la ~ t words I'll be spaldn', Molly Bawn! The name of all his hrave com panions, bog road. When me sowl its leave is iakin', Molly Bawu! And other t hin gs they wished to know, Are" Gradh mo cllroidhe, a stoirin, " 'l'urn inforUl er or we'll k ill you," My mother died last springtime, whin Ireland's Y our sweetheart, Briim O-ree n,' Kevin Bany answered" No." fields were green, __ : For you his blood is pouring, Molly Bawu! " The neighbours said her wakin' was the finest ever Air! sure I doue it all to prove you, Brian-Oge, EXTRA VERSE. seen; Calmly standing to "attention," There we.re snowdrops and primroses piled up I hate-och, no! I love YOll, Brian Oge! around hel' bed, But keep up your heart, a chara, While he bade his last farewell To his broken-hearted Ill other, And Ferns church was crowded when her funeral F or I'll blly you out lO-Ulono\\" Mass was said. Or I'll die of shame and sorrow, Blian Oge I Whose grief no oll e can tell. For the cause he prondly cherished, Arid here was Ion Broadway, with buildin' bricl ... ~ 'ODDS AND ENDS SONG BOOK. I TRACED HER LITTLE -FOOTSTEPS PHIL THE FLUTER'S BALL. THE OLD BOREEN (OR KATE MULDOON) . IN THE -SNOW. By Percy French. SIIH g- with gl'm\t succeSH IJY LaITY Stewart. SOllle fellows like the SUUlmer time when they can sb'oll about, Music and words frolll Messrs. Pig-ott & Co., Music froHI the Copyright owners- Pigott & C(\., Or roallling in the meadows, .it's gralld, without a Ltd., GraftoH St., DulJlin, price 2s. Ltd" 112 Grafton Street, Dublin. Price 2s. douut; But give to me the winter time and the girl that 1 Ha\'e you heard of Phil the Fluter, of the It was 'on a summer's evening in the merry mouth call mine, town of BallYlllnck? of May, That I captured when the snow was Oil the ground. The times were going hard with him, ill fact, I was coming from the fail' of Cappamore ; the man was bruk'; I was driving home a purty pair of heifers by the Chorus. So he just sent ont a notice to his neigh. way, I traced her little footsteps in the snow, bours, one and all, When by chance I stood outside a cottage doOI . I traced .her liLlle footsteps in the snow, As how he'd like their company that evening I just dropped in to light my pipe, as any lad I blessed the winter's day that N cIlie lost her at a ball. lllight-do, way And wllen writin' out he was careful to sng. When goillg to, or coming from a fair, When I traced her little footsteps in the snow. gest to them, When I spied a pretty colleen with two eyes of 'l'hat if they found a hat of his convay. melting blue, I called to see the girl I loved one winter's after. niant to the dure, Faith.'twas really then llly heart felt very queer! 11 00n, The more they put in, whenever he requested But she had gone out strolling they infonned me them, Chorus. very SOOIl; "The better would the music be for bat therin' the flure'." r love to ram ble down the old uoreen She had gone out strolling, bnt they could not tell When the hawthorn and blos~011ls are in me where, bloolll, So I started off to find her in the SIlOW. Chorus. And sit by the gate, on the old mossy seat, Chorus. With the toot of the flute, Awhispering to Kate Mllldoon . .A,nd the twiddle of the fiddle, 0; I saw her little footsteps just outside the cottage Hopping in the middle, like a heniu' on a griddle, O. . I was coming from my farm, down a neighbouring door, boreen, I traced them through the meadow and I traced Up! down! hands arouu' ! Crossing to the wall. When I met sweet Kitty tripping like a fawn; them thl'ongn the moor; She gave me such a smile that 1 felt like in a There I foulld her standing, she not l MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA. WHENE'ER I SEE THOSE THE CABIN WITH THE ROSES AT Bring the good old bugle, boys, we'll sing another SMILING EYES: . THE DOOR. Hon o · Whene'er I see those ij\11iling eyes, The light is fading fast, and I'm thinking of the Sillg it<'\~ith a spirit that will start the world strong, All lilled with hope and joy and light, past, Sing- it as we used to sing it fifty thou~and strong, As if no cloud could ever rise As 1'\11 sitting with my darling by llly side, While we were H1arching throngh Georgia. To dim a heav'n so plll'ely bright, Sl,e's an old and wrinkled dame, but I love l,er just I sigh to think how soon that brow the sallle, Chol'UR. In grief may lose its CV'I)' ray, As the sunny day site came to be my bri,le. Hurrah! hurrah! we bring the jllbilee! And that light heart, so joyous \lOW, I thinl< I see her now, with the smile upon her Hllrrah! hurrah! the flag LilRt llIakes you free! Almos t forget it once was gay. brow, So we saug the chortls from Atlanta to the sea, As she vowed to be mine for evermore. "Vhile we were marching through Georgia! For time will come, witQ, all its blights, I'd no land or pastures wide, but I took her hOllle The 111illed hope, the friend unkind, with pride, How the darides shouted when they heard the joy The love that leaves wl, el'e'er it light.~ To the cabin with the roses at the door. ful sound! A chilled 01' burning heart behind How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary While youth, that now like snow n.ppears Ch0111S. found! Ere snl1ied by the dark'mil!l' rain, . Oh, the deal' old ca.bill, my own old cabin, How the sweet l)otatoes even started from il,e Wl,cn once 'tis touch'd by sorrow's tears, 'Tis my home on my native shore; grollnd! Willnevel' shine so bright again. While we were marching through Georgia! I would yield my latest sigh, I have lived and I . '. Chorus. would die, In the cabin with the roses at the door. 'Yes, and there were Union men who wept with' joyful tears MY BONNIE.· Light-heartedly did I toil, and I found tlle grateful When they saw the honour'd flag they had 1I0t My Bonnie is over the ocean, seen for years ; My Bonnie is over the sea; Gi~!lme back for my work a hund,:ed fold; \ Hardly could they be restrained from breal!ing My Bonnie is over the ocean, I'd enough and I collld spare for the poor a tiny forth in cheers o Bring back my Bonnie to me. share, While we were marching through Georgia! o bring back, bring back, etc. Ao I envied not the rich man his !fold. Chorus. Still we had to bear our grief-reSIgnation brings relief, . o blow ye winds over the ocean, But 'tis hard till the bitterness is o'er: "Sherlllan's dashing Yankee boys will never reac1) o blow ye winds over the sea; the coast!" And we both were sorely tried when our little o blow ye winds over the ocean, darling died, . So the saucy rebels said, and 'twas a handsome And bring back my Bonnie to me. boast, o bring back, bring back, etc. In the cabin with the roses at the door. Had they not forgot, alas! to reckon with the host, While we were marching through Georgia! Last night as 1 lay on my pillow, So we've' simply journeyed on; and the boys and Chorus. girls are gone . Last night as I lay on my bed; Tothe cities 'mid the bustle and the strife; Last night as I lay on my pillow, So we made a thoronghfare for Freedom and ller They have lef.t us here alone in the cabin that's our I dreamt that my.Bonnie was dead. own, . train, o bring back, bring back, etc. Sixty miles in latitude, three hundred to the main; Where patiently we wait the close of life. Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain, The winds have blown over the ocean, 1'0 each other all in all, some sweet stol)' we While we were marching through Georgia I recall The winds have blown over the sea.; Of the !lear little ones that are gOlle before: The winds have blown over the ocean, A.nd we're happy though we know that we Boon And brought back my Bounie to me. Hhall have to go GOOD-BYE, OLD HOME. o bring back, bring back, etc. From the cabin with the l'ose8 at the door. Good-bye, old home, sad is my heart, To think lhat for ever to-lIight we mnst part; Weeping I leave thee, lily heart is in pain, I feel that I never s hall ~ee thee a~ain. FAREWELL TO THE COT ON THE CAVALIER. Scenes of lily boyhood, for ever adIeu, THE MOUNTAIN. 'Twas a beautifnlllight- the stars shone bright, Oft will my memory wander to you, Farewell to the cot ou the mountain, And the moon o'cr the waters play'd- A nd to the loved ones, wherever I roam, And the cradle first lulled me to sleep; When a gay cavalier to a bowel' drew near, But oh! I must leave thee, good-bye, old home. Tears are falling from Nature's own fountain, A lady to serenade. As I breast on the waves of the deep_ To tendel'est words he swept the chords, Chorus. Land of the lovelies.t and fairest, Aud many a sigh breathed lIe; Home of my heart. home, swellt home! Unn,atched wheresoever we roam, While o'er and o'er he fondly swore, Oh, hOlv I love thee, wherever I roam! Evel)' night, as I rest on my pillow, .. Sweet maid! I love but thee; We must part, for the hour is nigh, I will pray for each Irislllnan's home. Sweet maid, sweet maid, sweet maid, 1 10Te but When weeping I'll murmur, old home, good thee. Sweet maid," etc. bye! We're going to the land wh ere there'sreroge FrOIll the oppression we're leaving behind; He raised his eye to her lattice Itigll, Good-bye, old home, out on life's sea, And Oll\' cots ne'er agaill will they level, While he softly breathed his hopes; . Mine eyes will grow dim with tears shed for 01' put us ont in the bleak winter wind. With amazement he sees Hwing about with tlle thee ; But we'l1 soon see the day we'll retll rn, breeze, 1 think of the joys of childhood now o'er, Like the heroes of great ancient Rome, A11 ready a ladder of ropes. A nd weep when I think they will come never When none shall possess tl,ee, deal' Erin, Up, up he has gone, tile bird it is flown, more, But the sons of each Irishman's home. .. What; iM this on the ground P" quoth he. I'll miss the sweet sonnd of the murmuring .. Oh, it's plain that she loves, here's some gentle breeze, The sod that our fathers lie under, man's gloves, As it plays with tl,e leaf of the towering trees, The hOllles that their cl,ildl'en lIIUSt shun, She's off; but it's not witl, me. For I will be wandering over life's foam, Where chiefLains have oft fought and con For·these gloves, these gloves, they never belonged Far from the scenes of my once happy honle. quer'd, to me. For these gloves," etc. Chorus. The swine-Iterd \IOW basks in the sun! But. dear Erin, we'll never forget thee, Of conrse you'd have thought he'd have followed Good-bye, old home I tears fill mine eyes, Thoug-h fate Illay <;o n'pel us to roam, and fOllght, Soon will be severed fdfectionate ties, Blit ever long to retnrn and mal