No. 6 - Nugent's Favourite Songster~ '
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C O NTENTS: Break it Gently to My I've a Pound for to Mother Lend The Light of Other Old Ireland's Hearts Days and Hands Mother Machree Shades of Evening Oft in the Stilly Night SweetDreamland Faces Bantry Bay Good-bye, Old . Home My Dear, My Native Say a Kind Word Home When You Can Silver Bells of Memory We Have Liv'd and We Meet Again Lov' d Together Thinking of Home AFlower from Mother's Roses Underneath the Grave Snow Sweet Chimi ng Bells
Oublin : Il N u g~nt & Co., 45 Mid. Abbey St. Il ~: ~: =====~=OO=--= 00 ~£i Printed in Ireland Price 2d. FAVOURITE SENTIMENTAL SONGS . • • • MOTHER MACHREE. (By permission of Messrs. Feldman & Co.). There's a spot in my heart which no colleen may own,' There's a depth in my soul never sounded nor known, There's a place in my mem'ry, my life, that you fill, No other can take it, no one 'ever will. Chorus. Sure I love the dear silver that shines in your hair, And the brow that's all furrowed and wrinkled with care; . I kiss the dear fingers so toil-worn for me; Oh, God bless you and keep you, Mother Machree. Ev"ry sorrow and care in the dear days gone by Was made bright by the light of the smile in your eye; Like a candle that's set in a window at night, Your fond love has cheered me and guarded me right.
THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS. The light of other days is faded, And all their glories past; For grief with heavy wing ha, h shaded The hopes too bright to last. The world with morning's mantle clouded, Shines forth with purer rays; But the heart ne'er feels in sorrow shrouded The light of other days. The leaf which autumn tempests wither, The birds which then take wing, When winter's . ds are past come hither, To welcome ack the spring. The very ivy on the ruin, In gloom full life displays; .... But the heart alone sees no renewing The light of other days. 2 FAVOURITE SENTIMENTAL SONGS. THINKING OF HOME. Many a night from the silent deck Have -I gazed on the stars above, And I've look'd abroad o'er the tranquil sea Till my heart was filled with love Thinking of home and the dear ones there, Till I felt the tear-drop flow; Breathing in silence 'a fervent prayer For the friends of long ago. . (Chorus) Many a night, many a night Thinkin~ of home Many a roght, yes, many a night, Thinking, thinking of home.
Father and mother and sister dear, Come to me in my walking dreams, And I hear a voice, and I see a face, . That to me like an angel seems. Did I not give her my parting vow? While she owned her love for me: Spirit of beauty, hear me now Thus I sigh upon the sea. (ChQl'us)
GOOD-BY.E! OLD HOME. Good-bye, old home, sad is my heart, To think that for ever to-night we must pal'.t ; Weeping I leave thee, my heart is in pain, I feel that I never shall see thee again ; Scenes of my boyhood, for ever adieu, Oft will· my memory wander to you, And to the loved ones, wherever I roam, But oh! I must leave thee, good-bye, old 11ome. . (Chorus) Home of my heart, home sweet home ! Oh, how I love thee, wherever I roam ! We must part, for the hour is nigh, When weeping I'll murmur, old home, good-bye I FAVOURITE SEN TIMENTAL SON GS 3 Good-bye, old home, out on life's sea, Mine eyes will grow dim with tears shed for thee ; I think of the joys of childhood now o'er, And weep when I think they will come never more; I'll miss the sweet sound of the murmuring breeze, As it plays with the leaf of the towering tr2eS, Far I will be wandering over life's foam, Far from the scenes of my once happy home. (Chorus)
Good-bye, old home I tears fill mine eyes, Soon will be severed aifectismate ties, Bound by the love of the frIends I love t rue, Who sleep in their graves, who in childhood I !mew. . I've no one to love me, I've no one to cheer, For all that I love in this world I leave here, Hoping, whenever life's journey is o'er, I'll find me a home on the echoless shore. (Chorus.)
ROSES UNDERNEATH THE SNOW. Summer' groves may lose their glarl ness, Winter winds may wander by, Cares come on, and weary sadness, Must we then for ever sigh? Brave the storm with firm endeavour, Let your vain repinings go, Hopeful heart will find for ever Roses underneath the snow.
One by one the links that bind us May be severed here on earth, But the sun will surely find us Through the winter's gloomy dear th. Cheerful hearts for ever beating, Wearing ever summer's glow, Ah! we !mow you're always meeting Roses underneath the snow. .'
4 FAVOURITE SENTIMENTAL SONGS OFT IN THE STILLY NIGHT. Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond mePlory brings the light Of other days around me. The smiles, the tears of boyhood years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound mc, Sad memory brings the light Of other days around me. When I remember all The friends 8..0 link'd together, I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather; I feel like one who treads alone Some banquet hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, whose garlands dead, And all but he departed. Thus in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days 9.round me. --- , . I'VE A POUND FOR TO LEND. I've a pound to lend, and a pound for to spend And cead mile failte my word for a friend ; No mortal I envy, no master I own- Nor lord in the castle nor king on his throne. Come, fill up your glasses, the first cup we'll drain To the comrades we lost on the red battle plain! Oh, we'll cherish their fame, boys who died long ago- And what's that to any man whether or no? The spinning-wheel stops, and my girls grow pale While their mother is telling some sorrowful tale, FAVOURITE SENTIMENTAL SONGS. 5 , Of old cabins levelled, and coffinless graves And ships swallowed up in salt ocean waves. But, girls that's over-for each of you now I'll have twenty-five pounds and a three-year-old cow; And we'll have ]{m a mhala at your weddings I trow- And what's that to any man whether or no?
Come here, bean a' tighEt sit beside me a while, And tile pride of your heart let me read in your smile. Would you give your old home for the lordliest hall? Ha I-you glance at my rifle that hangs on the wall. . And your two gallant boys on parade-day are seen In the ranks of the, brave 'neath the banner of green; Oh! I've taught them to guard it 'gainst traitQr and foe- And what's that to any man whether or no?
But the youngest of all is the "whiteheaded boy" The pulse of your heart, and our pride and our joy ; From the dance and the hurling he'll steal off to pray, And will wander alone by the -river all day. He's as good as the priest at his Latin, I hear, And to college, please God, we will send him next year. Oh, he'll offer the Mass for Ollr souls when we gci And what's that to any man whether or no?
Your hands, then, old neighbours! one more glass we'll drain; And cead mile failte again and again ! May discord and treason keep far from our shore, And freedom and peace light our homes evermore. He's the king of good fellows, the poor, honest man; So we'll live and be merry as long as we can, And we'll cling to old Ireland through weal and through woe- And what's that to any man whether or no ? 6 FAVOURITE SEN TIMEN T AL SONGS WE MEET AGAIN .. When friend from friend is doom'd to stray, And glist'ning is each eye; When lips with trembling accents say The last fond word, " Good-bye "; One thought still cheers the drooping heart, And soothes the bosom's pain, That though in sorrow we depart, In joy we meet again.· We meet again. The wanderer, .far from those he loves, And all his heart holds dear, Oft ling'ring, as he onward roves To check the rising tear; When thoughts of home and bygone days Come crowding o'er his brain, How sweet the voice within that says "Hope on, we meet again!n We meet, &c. And when we near the bed of death Shall watch life's less'ning ray, While, as we gaze, the feeble breath Is fleeting fast away; In that dark hour of bitter woe, When tears are all in vain, Calm o'er the soul these words shall flow "-In Heaven we meet again!" , We meet, &c.
SWEET DREAMLAND FACES. The !3hadows lie across the dim old room, The firelight glows and fades into the gloom, While memory sails to childhood's distant shore, And dreams, and dreams of days that are no ~ore. (Chorus.) Sweet dreamland faces, passing to and fro, Bring back to memory days of long ago; Murmuring gently through a mist' of pain, "Hope on, dear loved one, we shall meet again." FAVOURITE SENTIMENTAL SONGS. 7 Once more I see across the distant years A face long fone with all its smiles and tears, Once more press a tender, loving hand, And with my darling, 'neath the old oak stand. (Chorus.) But all I loved are gone, and I alone in life, To wait, and wait, and wait till death shall end the strife; . Until once more I join the hearts, that loved me best, Where the wicked cease from troubling and the weary are at rest. (Chorus.)
WE HAVE LIV'D AND LOV'D TOGETHER. , We have liv'd and lov'd together, Through many changing years ; We have shared each other's gladness, And wept each other's tears. I have never known a sorrow That was long unsoothed by · thee; ( For thy smile can make a summer, Where darkness else would be. Like ·the leaves that fall around us, In Autumn's fading hours, Are the traitor smiles that darken, When the cloud of sorrow low'rs. And though many such we've known, love, Too prone, alas! to range ; We both can speak of one, love, Whom time could never change. We have liv'd and lov'd together, Through many changing years ; We have shared each other's gladness, And wept each other's tears: And let us hope the future, As the past hath been, 'twill be: I will share with thee thy sorrows, And thou thy joys with me. ~ FA VOURITE SEN TIMEN TAL SONGS. BANTRY BAY. As I'm sitting all alone in the gloaming, It might have been but yesterday, That we wateh'd the fisher sails all homing Till the little herring fleet at anchor lay; Then the flsher girls with baskets swinging, Came running down the old stoneway, Ev'ry lassie to her sailor lad was singing A welcome back to Bantry Bay.
Then we heard the piper's sweet note tuning, And all the lassies turn'd to hear, As they mingled with a soft voice crooning, Till the music floated down the wooden pier. " Save you kindly-;CoIleens all," said the piper; "Hands across and trip it while I play"; And a joyous sound of song and merry dancing, Stole softly over Bantry Bay. \ As I'm sitting all alone in the gloaming, The shadows of the past draw near, And I see the loving faces around me That used to glad the old brown pier. Some are gone upon their last lov'd homing, Some are left, but they are old and grey, And we're waiting for the tide in the gloaming To sail upon the Great Highway, To that land of rest unending, All peacefully from Bantry Bay.
MY DEAR, ·MY NATIVE HOME. Though I beneath a southern sky A kindly welcome meet, Or northern snow-clad mountains high, Support my weary feet. Dear native land, still thoughts of thee Pursue where'er I roam, And, ohl I long, I long to see My dear, my native home. My dear, my native home, &e. FAVOURITE SEN TIMENTAL SONGS. 9 Could 1 my roving steps retrace To thee, far-distant shore, And rest me in my native place, 1 ne'er would wander more. Not all the wealth this world can boast Should tempt me then to roam, For all this heart now values most Surrounds my native home. My dear, my native home, &c.
, SILVER BELLS OF MEMORY. In the hush of eventide, . Sitting by my cottage door, Fancy softly seems to glide Backward to the days of yore. I . And "I hear in changeful swells, Sweetest tones of melody, 'Tis the sound of silver bells, Silver bells of memory. Silver bells, &c.
Many faces have grown old, Many fonns been laid to rest Underneath the churchyard mould, Once 1 loved the most and best. Since I've heard the distant swells Floating on the winds to me, Low and sweet the silver bells, Silver bells of memory. Silver bells, &c. Now 1 seem to live once more All the dear delightful past, Ere the shadows long before Sunny skies had overcast; When we wandered in the dells, Lin~ered in the flowery lea, . List'nmg to the silver bells, Now the bells of memory. Silvet, bells, &c. 10 FAVOURITE SEN TIMEN TAL SONGS. SWEET CHIMING BELLS. Like a dream ye come to cheer me, Round me .echoed soft and low, Still your memories linger near ine, Chiming bells of long ago. Sweetly fell your silvery numbers, Down the still and fragrant air, Wake my soul from gentle slumbers, Listening to your echoes fair; Friends and hopes of early childhood Bless me in their purest glow, _ Softly rang over grove and wild wood, Chiming bells of long ago. (Chorus.) , Sweet chiming bells, sweet chiming bells, Ye murmur soft and low; Sweet chiming bells, sweet chiming bells, Sweet bells of long ago. Happy visions pass before me, Brightest that my heart can know; . Still your spell is lingering near me, Chiming bells of long ago. Sweetly now your notes are falling, O'er my heart so sad and lone; Memory from the past is calling, Dreams that once I c~ned my own; Visions of my dear ones only Bless me now· at evening's glow; Oh! ye cheer my heart, so lonely, Chiming beIls of long ago.
, 0 STEE.R MY BARQUE. Oh, I have roamed in ' many lands, And many friends I've met ; Not one fair scene or kindly smile Can· this fond heart forget, But I'll confess that I'm content, No more I wish to roam, Oh, steer my barque to Erin's Isle, For Erin is my home. FAVOURITE SEN TIMENTAL SONGS. 11 If England were my place of birth, I'd love her tranquil shore; If bonnie Scotland was my home, Her mountains I'd adore, Though pleasant days in both I've spent, I dream of days to come ; Oh, steer my barque to Erin's Isle, For El'iJl is my home.
SAY A KIND WORD WHEN YOU CAN. What were life without some one to cheer us With a'word or a smile on our way- A friend who is faithful near us, And heeds not what others may say. The bravest of spirits have often Half-fail'd in the race that they ran, For a kind word life's hardships to soften, So say a kind word' when you can. (Chorus) So say a kind word, say a kind word, Say a kind word when you can. Each one of us owns to some failing, Though some may have more than the rest; But there's no good in heedlessly railing 'Gainst those who are striving their best, Remember a word spoke, complaining, May blight every effort and plan, Whilst a kind word would help in attaining, So say a kind word when you can. . (Chorus) Oh! say a kind word, then, whenever 'Twill make the heart cheerful and glad, But chiefly forget it, oh, never, To the one that is hopeless and sad. For there's no word so easy in saying, So begin if you have not began, And never in life be delaying To say a kind word when you can. . (Chorus) 12 FAV07)RITE SENTIMENTAL SONGs.... , OLD IRELAND'S HEARTS AND HANDS. 0, Erin, home of lovely scenes, o land of love and song, In joy onc~ more my fond heart leans On thee so true a:f}d strong ; For like a restless bird, I've stray'd, And oft in distant lands I dreamed of "Love-knots" years have maee' With Ireland's hearts and hands.
Chorus. o sweetheart, Erin, good old land! Tho' near or far I stray, I love them all, each heart and hand, I love thy shamrock spray. Old Ireland's hearts and hands I Old Ireland's hearts and hands! Oh sweetheart, Erin, good old land! I love thy hearts and hands.
Oh, welcome was the bright green shore That rose upon my sight; Like the dawn upon the waves once more, To chase the long, long night. ~ I • And though in many an hour of joy I wove the tendril bands Of friendships great there's none could cloy Old Ireland's heart and hands.
Oh, rimm'd with gold of mem'ry bright, Thine emerald beauty set Within my heart gave gleam of light That I could not forget. An thus I prayed with many a tear Alone in far-off lands, The starry hour that gives me here Old Ireland's hearts and hands. . (Chorus.) FAVOURITE SENTIMENTAL SONGS. 13 MY DEAR, MY NATIVE ,HOME. Though I beneath a southern sky A kindly welcome meet, Or northern snow-clad mountains high Support my weary. feet ; Dear native land, still thoughts of thee Pursue where'er I roam, And oh I I long, I long to see . My dear, my native home. Chorus. My dear, my native home, • My dear, my native home; And oh! I long, I long to see My dear, ·my native home. Could I my roving steps retrace To thee, far-distant shore, And rest me in my native place, I ne'er would wander more. Not all the wealth this world can boast Should tempt me then to roam, For all this heart now values most Surrounds my native home.
THE GOOD-BYE AT THE DOOR. Of all the mem'ries of the past That come like summer beams, Whose rainbl)w hues still round me cast Their bright but fleeting beam's; The dearest, sweetest that can be, Of days long gone before, Are those that bring to mind, to me The good-bye at the door. But time and place have quite estranged Each early friend we knew; How few remain, how many changed, Of those we deem'd so true! Those happy hours again to me But mem'ry can restore, And life's last moments seem to be The good-bye at the door. 14 FAVOURITE SENTIMENTAL SONGS, A FLOWER FROM MOTHER'S GRAVE. I've a casket at home that is filled with precious gems, I have pictures of friends dear to me, And I've trinklets so rare, that came many years ago From my far distant home across the sea ; But there's one sweet little treasure that I'll ever dearly prize, Better far than all the wealth beneath the wave, Though a small faded flow'ret that I pluck'd in childhood's days, 'Tis a flo'y'r from my angel mother's grave. Chorus. Treasured in my mem'ry, like a happy dream, Are the loving words she gave ; And my heart fondly cleaves To the dry and 'wither'd leaves, 'Tis a flow'r from my angel mother's grave. In a 'quiet country churchyard they laid her down to sleep, ' Close beside the old home she's at rest, And the low sacred mound is enshl'in'd within my heart By the sweet ties of love for ever blest; In the still and silent night I often dream of home again, And the vision tells me ever to be brave, For the last link that binds me to that place I love so well Is the flow'r from my angel mother's grave, . SWEET EVENING BELLS. Sweet evening bells. sweet evening bells. How many a tale their music tells. Of youth and home. and that sweet time When last I heard your evening chime, Th'ose joyous hours have passed away. And many a heart that then was gay. Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hear no more those evening bells.
And 80 'twill be when I am gone--- That tuneful peal will still ring on; And other bards shall walk those dells, And sing thy praise, sweet evening bells. FAVOURITE SENTIMENTAL SONGS. lS BREAK IT GENTLY TO MY MOTHER. See, ere the sun sinks behind those hills, Ere darkness the earth doth cover, You will lay me low in the cold, damp ground, Break it gently to my mother. I see her sweet sad face on me now, And a smile doth o'er it hover; Oh, could I but spare the tears that will flow! Break it gently to my mother. (Chorus.) Good-bye, my· mother, ever dear; Sister, you lov'd your brother; Comrades, I take a . last farewell Break it gently tQ my mother. Oh, say that in battle I've nobly died, For right and our country's honour; Thickly around fell our enemy's shafts, Yet sav'd was our starry banner. My sister, 'playmate of boyhood's years, Will lament her fallen brother, She must try to soothe our parents' woe-· Break it gently to my mother. •
SHADES OF EVENING. Shades of evening, close not o'er us, Leave our lonely bark awhile; Moro, alas! will not restore us Yonder dim and distant isle. Still my fancy can discover Sunny spots where friends may dwell; Darker shadows round us hover- Isle of beauty, fare thee well! 'Tis the hour when happy faces Smile around the taper's light, Who 'will fill our vacant places, Who will sing our songs to-night? What would I not give to wander Where myoid companions dwell! Absence makes the heart grow fonder Isle of beauty, fare thee well! 16 FAVOURITE SENTIMENTAL SONGS. 'TIS BUT A LITTLE FADED FLOWER. 'Tis but a little faded flow'r, But, oh! how fondly dear! 'T~l bring me back one .golden hour, Thro' many, thro' many a weary year. I may not to the world impart The secret, the secret of its pow'r, But treasured in my inmost heart I keep my faded flow'r. 'Tis but, &c. Where is the heart that doth not keep Within its inmost core, Some fond remembrance hidden deep, Of days, of days that are no more. Who hath not saved some triflin~ thing, More prized, more prized than Jewels rare, A faded flower, a broken ring, A tress of golden hair. 'Tis but, &c.
LOVE THEE, DEAREST. Love thee, dearest, love thee! Yes, by yonder star I swear; Which thro' tears above thee Shines so sadly fair. Though, too, oft dim With tears like him, Like him my truth will shine; And love thee, dearest, love thee! Yes-till death I'm thine! Leave thee, dearest, leave thee! No-that star is not more true; When my vows deceive thee, He will wander .too. A cloud of night May veil his .light, And death shall darken mine; But leave thee, dearest, leaTe thee! No-till death I'm thine! Nugent' s Popular Publications ::::::::."'i::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: . NUGENT'S ,FAVOURITE SONGSTERS No. I - Favourite Minstrel Songs No. 2 - FavouritE~ Sea Songs . No. 3- Favourite Humorous Songs No. 4- Favourite Love Songs- No. 5- Favourit~ Operatic Songs No. 6- Favourite Sentimental Songs Sixteen Pages Price 2d. each
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