o A Toa~t To Canada Words by WJLL~I F. WIGGINS
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cAcknowledgment K Page P P"lI Kathleen Mavourneen...... 31 Peanut Song...... J The War Services Committee of the National Council of the Polly Wolly Doodle...... 4 ~i'r~e~ ~.~.i.I.~ ~~ ::::..:.:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ~~ Praise God From Whom All Blessi ngs Flow 4 Y.M.C.A.'sof Canada gratefully acknowledges the co-operation L R La Marseillaise...... 8 Red River Valley ...... _...... 3 of publishers in permitting the use of valuable copyright lyrics Land Of Glad To-morrows...... 7 Red, Vihite And Blue, The...... in "C' Mon and Sing" book of songs. Land We Love...... 14 ~o~~-8fA g~S: ·..:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ~ tf·n~~n1!~e~i~.~t: ::: ::::::::::::::: : : ::: : :: : : : : :::::::::: : i~ RoIl Up Your Old Umbrel la...... 2 Listen To The Mocking Bird...... 40 Rose Of Tralee...... 2 Little Bit Of Shrapnel...... 9 Row. Row, Row Your Boat...... 4 Little Brown Jug...... 23 Rule Britannia...... Contents Little Sir Echo...... 41 S Loch Lomond...... 30 Sailor With The Navy Blue Eyes. The...... 2 Long. Long Agol ...... 37 SCatterbra.in...... 4 Patriotic and War Sonp. PIllet! 2 to 10: also Long. Long Nail...... 24 pages 12~13.)5. 17. 18. 19. 49.50 F Scotland's Burning...... 1 Look For The Rainbow...... 19 Sentry's Lament. The...... 1 Novelty Songs and t'VOOies. pages 11 to 24 Faith Of Our Fathertl...... Lovely Evening...... 36 Ballads and Old Southern Sonp. PIlle. 25 to 43 Fi&ht The Good Fillht...... She'lI Be Comin' Round The Mounta in Hymns and Sacred Sonas. palel...... « to 49 Flow Gently. Sweet Afton ...... Love's Old Sweet Song...... 26 (When She Comes)...... J A Page For King And Country...... M Silver Threads Among The Gold...... 3 Abdul The Bulbul Ameer· 16 Mademoiselle From Armentieres...... 28 S-m·i-I-e...... l '" ...... G Smile. A...... 2 Abide With Me...... 45 Man On The Flying Trapeze, Thp ...... 41 Maple Leaf For Ever. The...... 2 Smile Awhile...... I g~~ g':;ry: · H~~i'....jah:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Marching Song...... 8 Soldiers' Chorus...... !~iee.r.t~~.:::: :: ::: : : :: ::: : : ::: : .:.:.:.: :Z ...:::::::.:':::::::::::::::: 1~ Solomon Levi ...... After The Ball...... ,...... 35 God Bless The Kibll...... Marching Together...... 15 All Pals Together...... 15 God Save The King...... Marseillaise, La...... 8 Sons Of The Sea...... 1 All We Do Is Sign The Pay-Roll...... 16 Good Luck To The Boys Of Tile AlIJes...... Massa's In De Cold. Cold Ground...... 36 Soup Song...... 2 All You Et-a...... 22 Memories...... 27 Spanish Cavalier . T he...... J H Stack Up Your Dishes...... 2 Aloha Oel...... 39 Hand Me Down My Walldn' Cane...... Men of Harlech...... 11 Alouette...... 24 More We Are Together, The...... 17 Stand UP. Stand Up For Jesus...... 4 Heart. Of Oak...... Steal Away...... 4 Annie Laurie...... 30 HeI&h Hoi Heigh Hol...... Mother Machree...... 26 Are You Sleeping...... 37 My Grandfather's Clock...... 28 Sweet Genev.ieve...... 3 ae Kissed The Sergeant-Major On Parade Sweetly Sings The Donkey...... 1 Auld Lana Syne...... 31 He Passed The Buck To Me...... My Heart's In Canada...... 2 B Holy. Holy. Holy!...... My Old Canadian Home...... 25 T Beautiful Dreamer...... 2S Home On The Range...... My Old Kentucky Home...... 35 There Is A Tavern In The Town...... 4 1 Believe. Me. 1£ All Those Endearin& Youq Home. Sweet Home:...... My Own Pal Polly...... 23 There'll Always Be An England ...... Charms...... 30 How D'Ye Do?...... My Swiss Moonlight Lullaby...... 43 Three Blind Mice...... 4 My Wild Irish Rose...... 24 Three Crows, The...... _...... 1 ~r~ttr~~~~eT~~~ .?f . ~~~~~.~ :: ::::::::::::::: ::: J 1 N Three Cheers For The Lads Of T he Navy. I · Blue Bells Of Scotland, The...... I.~ 11 I'll Come Back to you...... Navy's Herel. The...... 13 Toast To Canada, A...... 5' Bohunkus...... 16 I Don't Want To March With The Infantry Nearer. My God. To Thee...... 46 T o The Stars...... Briq Back My Bonnie To Me...... 31 1 1 Dream Of Jeanie With The Lillht Brown 'Neath The Crust Of The Old Apple Pie.... 22 Trade Your Frown For A Smile British Grenadiers...... 9 Hair...... NellY Was A Lady...... 37 Twilight On The Prairie...... 4 . C a U Campbells Are Comin·. The...... 17 { ~~: ~~: ¥~~~:::: : :: : : : : ::::::: : :::::::::::::::::::: : o Canada...... 5 Uncle Ned...... 2! Camptown Races...... ·...... 29 0, Charlie Is My Darling...... 39 Under The Spreading Chestnut Tree...... 4 : Carry Me Back To Old ViI·ginny...... 34 I'm ~':,cI~~0~o~~~rn:16~.~~.. ~~~.. !.~ o God Our Help In Ages Past...... 44 V CarryOn!...... 3 I Must See Annie...... Ohl Johnny. Oh l...... 40 Colonel BOj[ey (Parody)...... 9 In Style All The\While ...... Oh Bury Me Not On The Lone Prairie ...... 38 Viva La Compagnie...... ~ t Come. All Ye Faithful...... 47 In The Eveninll By The Moonllllht...... Ohl Dem Golden Slippers...... 42 W I Passed By Your Window...... Oh! It's A Lovely War...... 22 We'll Never Let The Old Flag Fall...... 1: g~:::: ~~~ ~odlJ~.....:::::::::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::::: ~~ It's A Short. Short Life...... Oh, My Darling Clementine...... 33 We've Been Working In The Trenches...... 2( Comin' Thro' The R)/'e...... 31 I've Been Wukkin' On De Railroad ...... Oh. Susanna...... 42 We' re On Our Way...... II Cookhouse Lament. The...... 27 Old Black Joe...... 39 What Shall We Do With A D runken D •. J Old Folks At Home...... 38 Sailor?...... 2 iesus Shall Reign...... Old MacDonald Had A Fa rm...... 24 When I Get Back To Tipperary...... J j .. ..:.:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::.:::::::: Old Oaken Bucket. The ...... :...... 42 When Irish Eyes Are Smiling...... 2 ~ g:~nfu~ee~~.~ ~.~:.: II Old Rugged Cross. The...... 47 When the Boys' Come Home...... 3; ~~I1.."b~t t~n&::i{'i::O:::::....:::::::..::::::::::::::::::::: i~ Old Soldiers Never Di...... 27 When The Work's All Done This Fall...... 2S Drink To Me Only With Thine Eye...... 34 J~!~C:.;~;:~~t: ~:: ~~::::~:: : : : ~:: : :::: ~ ::::::: ~ : : : :::: : One Man Went To Mow...... 25 When This Blinkin' War Is Over...... 2( Our Canada. From Sea To Sea...... 10 When You And I Were Young, M a ~ g je .... 3t Contents Continued Next Page Over Again ...... 6 World Is Waiting For The Sunrise. The.... 3 2 GOD SAVE THE KING RULE, BRITANNIA! When Britain first, at Heaven's com God save our gracious King, mand, Long live our noble King, Arose from out the azure main, God save the King. Arose, arose from out the azure main Send him victorious, This was the Charter, the Charter 0 Ha ppy and glorious, the land, Lo ng to reign over us. And guardian angels sang this strain God save the King. Chorus: Rule, Britannia, Britannia rule til Thy choicest gifts in store waves, On him be pleased to pour: Britons never shall be slaves. Long may he reign; May he defend our laws, And ever give us cause, THERE'LL ALWAYS BE T o sing with heart and voice, AN ENGLAND God save the King. There'll always be an England -Henry Carey While there's a countrv lane; Wherever there's a cottage small Beside a field of grain. THE MAPLE LEAF There'll always be an England While there's a busy street; FOR EVER \Vhercver there's a turning wheel In days of yore, from Britain's shore A million marching feet. Wolfe, the dauntless hero came, Red, white and blue, And planted firm Britannia's flag, vVhat does it mean to you? On Canada's fair domain. Surely you're proud, shout it Here may it wave, our boast, our pride. Britons awake, And joined in love together, Copyright C;\o~da. MCMXXVIlI by Leo. Ft!Lst. Ltd. , TOronto The Empire too, we can depend on yo ("nf'1'" ,ltht \I C ~IXL bl G()IJOI I V Tlu.HlII1<.()n. LmmrJ IQ3 YOIlJ,:C' S(_ T
_ ni _ ted 1L'e stand One Em. piro grand 'Neatb tbe Ilag of the red, white aDd "'T ~song,- So we're yes we're all gO tn" Sure we'rfi all gOtn~ .11 go,"', 112. f ' AgEl, J'. h; J I J'.)i I 11 *' J J Il blue; As we fIght for our Kwg and COUD • try For the I'" ov . er gain. Ov • er a gain.____ "W' J JI Jl r r I r iL-J I r G r §4Q • 2. Oh this d rmy must b ~ fine ~ ham and eggs at breakfas t time. cause that is right and true ; Though the foe as - sail Brj. tain 3. And If what we hea r IS t rue, Sergeants can't speak roug h to you. 4. Soo n the gir1s tn Arment ie rcs will be serving up our beers. p. 11 t:'I ~' rall" ~ ' 5. There's no bully b ~ e f or stew, they serve chicken up to you. [L>' r r r J'. Jl I, V D F ~ I}dr :9 6. If you'"e got an aching head, they will let you lie in b.d. must pre _ vail N~ath tbe flag of the red, white and blue. Copyright U.5.A •.MCMXXXIX by ...., ... rdoo V. Th -or ..;;;;...,---- wi¢' ] --fJd ;p- )11 U r J! ~JjI~J U J. itl ~ gain) ___ - q~ ~ Ov - tr ov . er a galn_ We're all "Tis the land of glad to - mor-rows. Our own Can - a· dian hom<, ._ So to- " Ctst La to' • rt: dt I'a - ve - nir. Po. vs du sou - tie - "t"rl Cha" - tOfU oJ _,----,,0. go ing ov-er a - galn_ Back to see dear r.la -dem-ois - elle frolD Hi t; J J- Jq J r r I ~ p )I Ji J ric F J¥22fj1J day for - get your sor. rows And sing of her where t'er you roamlIn the fl Les Js.nt·re-ta len· cU-mains. 0'4 - Hi ·Q"S lJitn. t81 " OJ c.ha · grins! La. p."~ tT Ar • men. tiers; Why, we have _ n't sten tho dar • ling girl for years and years, an bjt d U J. J! IU r Jl nUl I; r nt4::g===: r r fJ .---. sky there shires a rain-bow That the Lord Him-sell hath planne CQPy,ix.hI . ( ;uruun \ . Thumpson. Limitt"fl . T oruntu C ...l1l J..,ja j~ - DIAN t, 18 BRITISH GRENADI ERS I'M SENDING yOU THE Some talk of Alexa nder, SIEGFRIED LINE TO THE RED, WHITE The boast of the red, white a nd bl And some of Hercules, HANG YOU R WASH ING ON AND BLUE The boast of the red. white and blu f H ector a nd Lvsan(\er , The boast of the red, white a nd bl And s uch g rea l- na mes as these; Dear ~ J a, [' m baving lots of fun, Oh, Britannia, the gem of the ocean, With her flag proudly floating bef ll t of a ll the world'" hrave heroes, I'm sending yO ll the Siegfrieu Line to The home of the brave and the free, her, T here',; none lhat can compare, hang your washlnl< on The boast of the red, white a nu bl lO\V Tell Pa that I liller's on the run, T he shrrne of each patriot's devotion, '\~ ith a jl row, row, row, row. row , A world offers homage to thee, To the Brit ish G renadiers. I'm sending r ou l he Siegfried Line, T hy ma ndates make heroes assemble, 'one of those ancient heroes To hang his night-shirt on , W hen Liberty's form stands in view; E 'er sa\\' a ca nnon ball . l've got a li ttle souvenir fOl- sonny Ifs one of Goering's mcuals, Thy ba nners ma ke tyra nny tremble, LA MARSEI LLAISE r knew t he force of powuer When borne by the red, white and To slav their foes lI'it hal ; T hat t hey're using here (or money blue. Soldiers of France, the morn is bre. ut Ollr h ra ve l>ovs do know it Love fro m your ever loving son . 'When borne by the red, white and blue, ing, And banish a ll -t heir fears, I ' m sending you the Siegfried Li ne, to W hen borne by the red wh ite and The day of glory dawns at last! inging to\\", row, row, row, ro w, row, hang your washing on . blue, See the tyrant's banner shaking, T o the Bri tish Grenad iers. Copyrighl, J,-utin Dash Mllsic Co ., Ltd.• Thy ba nners make t yranny tremble, As it basel y streams in the blast. 'hen let us jill a bumper, London England . Canada, Gordo n V. W hen borne by the red, white and blue. As it basel y streams in the blast And d rin k a hea lt h to t hose Thornpsor. Ltd., T oroltw. The field of battle li es before you, ho carry caps a nd pouches, When war wing'd its wide desolation, Fierce foemen advance in their prid e, And wear the IO(Jped clothes ; COLONEL BOGEY And threatened the land to deform, Confusion spreading far and wide. ay the), a nd their commanders, PARODY The ark then of freedom's foundation, While for aid your children Impl Li ve ha ppy all their years, Bri ta nnia rode safe through the you. Chorus I tV ith a toW, rovv', row, row, ro\v. row, H itler-we're goillg to see it through storm: To the British Grenadiers. Wit h the garlands of vict'ry around her. To arms and hence away! H itler- this means t he end of you Goering-the lion is roari ng When so proudly she bore her brave To arms this glorious da y ! A LITTLE BIT OF crew, March on, march on, Brave sons And Ribhelltrop'l\ soon topple in too With her flag proudly floating before France SHRAPNEL (Like the other ;-'; uslies.) her, T o fame and victory! (Tune "A L ittle bit of Heaven" ) Hitler-remember Kaiser (jill, ure a little bit of shl'apnel fe ll from Hitler-I'Oll 'r1 better make vour will, out the skv olle ua v Hitler-·\v ith T(Jll1 and Jack Cl ut, nd it nestled i-n mv shoulder in a kind This is your bla ck-ollt an d loving way, So, H itl~r , you're through. nu wh en the :\i.O. saw it, Chorus I I MARCHING SONG ure it looked so sweet and fair, H itler- we're marchillg on your tail, H itler-no wone]..;r you turn pale, For Highland Regiments With our bonnets at a tilt e said " You' re off to Blighty. hey' ll fi x you up back there." Look out- best get your book out, "And the waggle 0' the kilt (Tutle: " Tramp, Tramp, Tramp. ") he spriJlklcd it with iodine to keep For vou lI' ill need it We're the sma rtest laddies in the Sco\ To read it in ja il (just before they hang Brigade. the genns awa v, We a re marching o ff to war you) . We've been over t here before t 's the only lI'ay' to stop them no Tune: Glory Hallelujah matter what they say, H iLl e r~d.lth o u g h it may sound harsh, So it isn't going to ta ke us very long : Britain will pull you r darned mous We are ha ppy, we a re gay We are onl y on a route march ut when I left the c. C.S. he'd changed We are only on a route ma rch his fIc kle mind, tache. Singing all a long the way Listen-poor Adolf H itler, T he chorus of a military song We are only on a route march nd he marked me down for duty and As we go swinging along. he sent me up t he line. You'll feel much littler, B efo r~ we are through. T ramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are (if wearing battle dress, substitute /J (By Permission) ma rching a.' follows: ) We are going on parade "Though we haven't got a kilt. ADIAN 10 U~ ~ THE BLUE BELLS OF Chorus: 1 SCOTLAND Hea rts of Oa k a re our ships, Our Canada, From Sea To Sea ~ Hearts of Oak are our men; {When Maple Leaves Turn Red} "O h where and om where 15 your We always are ready ; .'l.RTHUR STRINGER GENA BR,,-NSCQ)JII Highla nd laddie gone? Steady, boys, steady; Oh where a nd oh where is your "Ve'll fi ght a nd we'll conquer again an fl M.estoso con anima mf Hig hland laddie gone? again. gone to fight the foe for King ~ ~~I~~~~~~~§~~~~~~~~§~~~~~fE~~~~ He'5 Ge.;> rge upon the throne, They s wear tl\ey'll jnvade us, thes e) 1. Our Ca. na. d a, from And it's oh! in my heart I wish him terrible foes, 2. But as our nor - la nd safe at home. They frighten our women, our childrer S. And tllO ' t he, '''~n ,. dered a nd be JJI - By 12 I LOVE YOU CANADA KENNETH MCINNIS MORRlS&MANJ:EY SONS OF THE SEA SMILE AWHILE 1 I J J I Jj ). JdJ J'. JI IJ J , .. Sons of the sea! All B~it i s h born! (Tune: "Tilt We !J,[eel Again." ) _I:r .aIllng every ocean, laughtng foes to Smile awhile and give your face a rest 1 love lOll. Can .•• da.__ for YOII. ",ean so scorn. (Everybody smile.) ~. ~ ~ ~ " [hey may build their ships, my lads, Stand up straight and elevate you J J Ir r r I F OJ liJ J 1rd J', I and thin~ they know the game, chest. ut they can t bUIld boys of tlte bull- UIIIdI to me, !me your hals aDd val - 1eyo __ ~d ~..... dog breed, (Every one erect and expand chest. Reach your hands up to the sky, ~. ~ ' j ,Vho made old England's name! (Hands high over head. ) ay,/rigizl, Herman Darewski Music Publis/,ing J J IJ J Ir~r r 1J 2 1.1 J I, J While you yOU1' head so freely, . <::: 0., London, PTOPrt~tOTS . iJy ptrmJsswn Car dOU wa~ 1IIo.I~ - IJ Ma· pie tree. love 011 your d... pto - pia • Thompson. LId., publishers for Canada. (Sha ke head from side Lo side.) Limber up and stamp your feet a bit (Stamp feet on floor.) J I; Ir ids,,; .. J I; J 1 THE NAVY'S HERE! As you were, and nolV , before you sit, ~ e r leCDe Reach right out to some One near, tho' far e· W33 I , roam, WhmJ b..... \bern speak of trHE NAVY'S HERE! Shake his hand and smile. ~S ~ Ii. "2. Iere come the boys in blue, (Everybody shake hands and smile.] I J IJ J II LI I ~orn to t.he seven seas, pHH r J .J GDJ t23J F'['om CIUlla to Peru. ean-. ,c!a lOll!': for flameSweel }lome, 110m.. 'HE NAVY'S HERE! Cop.'·,igill Conlon \. Thompson. Limited, Toronto. canada 'ngland expects they say. JOHN BROWN'S BABY . . .' Word d" M r 'rue to the Nelson touch , (Tune: " Battle HOY t/ill oj Ihe Republic. ") <;ome Back Old Pal by M·'::: Piu ~k e~t f:I!s watchword li ves today. John Brown's baby has a cold upon its ______Who dares to threaten freedom shall chest, ~~ ~ ~ ~ j. ~ ' learn it's wrong and why, J ohn Brown's baby has a cold upon its *" 1ii Jl . lilt ) or on of Freedom here's the i 'p] , J 'j J,J ' J) b~ha lf chest, · Navy s stern reply. Oome bac,k oome back, Old Pal or MlDe, Come b~k, corue ba.ck _ 10 rHE NAVY'S HERE! John Brown's baby has a cold upon its chest, ~"il I ~ ~ j ~ i--- H-ere come the bovs in blue And he ru bbed it with camphorated I ~ CZ1 ! V- I r I, Ir r I ail on to victory: ' oil. I me I seem ~to hear yO\11 dear vgice sa,.,.. "Let's f·ind the 'The Navv'".. . Here' S t 0 y ou . opyright by Irwin Dash Music Co Lid For the second verse, repeat the first, " -. - f':'\...- ...... ondon . . Canada: Gordon V. TllO mpso;;, Lli: but instead of saying " baby," swing ~ 'Y permlssJon. the arms back and forth as though rocking a baby. For lite tlli rd verse, repea t the ____ 1":\ ----..... I ADI EU second, b ut instead of saying "cold," cough lightly. ~i~~~~§~§~~~~§~~~~~~~~~~l (Tune: "Till We Meet Again.") For the fourth verse, repeat the :: - I mile the while we bid you fond adieu; • YO -on vn 110 ODg Ie have had a happy time with you. third, but instead of saying "chest," slap chest with hand. ill theanother vision time we'll unites be true, us. For the fifth verse, repeat the fourth, ~~~~~~§ifj~""""'~~~~~§~~"~f§~~§~'~'~' ~~~~~~~' ~~~'~~i1~§j~IO but instead of saying " rubbed," rub ? 'hen we'll meet again so merrily, you, ""'D"youcome back, won'tyoucomebaok 10 mo7___ Come me. --- or we'll have a pleasant memory; hand across chest. Oowript;c.-t.. IIIClIUillb,L.oFe;"Li", 'Ied.To""to C"J'1f'gb~U. aA .. MCMXXDlb,t.eol'.I.. Llmlte4, here's lots of fun for you and me For the sixth verse, repeat the fiftb, J'M.n..JionGJ C~¥rllA.1 GOrdOD v Thompilioo . LlmLIt'd. Torunl o. SUCC~hO" hen we meet again. but instead of saying" camphorated," sniff as though smelling campho.r. ,,;I --- If I 4 Land We Love ~ I MUST SEE ANN I E MARCHING Words and MusIc I must see Annie tonight, .A Song Of Empire by TOGETHER BEHNARO 1iM 1 8 1.E.~ 11 see Annie tonight, (Tune: "Beer Barret Polka_") at the cutest little grin tr------1 . e' Ht ~ r ty dimple in her chin, Marching together ., c." I and call 'til I find her in, Along the highwa y we go LOVE, DEAJ\ - EST l.A.ND, FIRM 1'IIY SONS WID lIE D - l'!I - 'lED STAND. ause All pals together 11 t see Annie tonight. In rain or' sunshine or ~now . ~.J . - 1-0 II Central, give me a line, Fond wives and sweethearts tR~I=r-~b.J Ll CT Bryant seven, 0, nine, Are cheering us a ll along LOI - AI. STILL WI!ERE E' Ell mo ~All-D!:I!, ALI. T!!X IIDE laiLD O'EliI ~l who's thts, vou're Mister Lee, E verybody swing the chorus e an who sells 'us all our tea? Of this grand old song. Ii ou've got t ea and love's got me, • . I must see Annie tonight. ~Ii _ -4Il:f?==1 J: ~ . l ~·' -Jl _J.. .-..ij . ~~ H SCOTLAND'S BURNING .-' e' at two eyes that shine, (Round) SHOBE '1'0 SIiOREo SEA TO SI::A~ ONE AND A!.I. lIE 11011 - OUR THEIl. ps made for kissin', ~c Scotland's burning, Scotland's burning, , r. ! hat I'm missin', so please don't .. lay. Look out, look: out! Fire! firel fire! tct1'L--t;=1)~=J=t~ 1-1-- _. :~~ Central give me a line, fire! 11 Pour on water, Pour on wated - ., OOD!'IIl)-re::T OUR KING AND Ell - P IRE NOlI AND f)1 Ell MORE. Ll g Bryant, seven, 0, nine, - \I who's this, you're Mister Bell, C)OPYT1ftbt, 0 S A., MCMXXXII by QUl'dOD V. Tbompeon LLWltc-d,TOCODtQ THE SENTRY'S LAMENT ILJtl:rodlvtitll Co.tlyrlgbt U e got some wedding rings to sell ? e umber's wrong, but the idea's Arowld the corner and under the tree, 'ell, Oh! T he Sergeant -1Vl ajor's forgotten rue_ Three Cheers for the Lads of the Navy 11 see Annie tonight. He is so grand, best in t he IU1ld, ght, Bregman, Vacca &: Com. Inc. He put me out on se ntrY-Ir0 Dy GORDON Y.1lI0MPSON IP. 1 J L C< y permission. And there he lets me stano Around the corner a nd under t he tree, ;"COI"C" T hr~e cbter~ 101 t h ... I'Hh of til " ;\-" .y' Ht'rtS to lb. boy'S i. tIlt IJI 'LL NEVER LET THE I hope tha t someone remembers me, tll~ lad, flu DoV·~ .., , a,d, Jl'7tl/~ .,,4 a..,tat.J Tllrw C'A~c"lI /Dr 6/ "'II .. OLD FLAG FALL T his job 's a treat, life is so sweet, " , I wish they'd come and call me in ~ I Ji Irl never let the old flag fall, Before I fall asleep. If f I I H j' I;JEOqUtr Ir I#¥=¥I r e love it the best of all, bE For tbe hearts of .hll!' I.. d~ of tho N. ., Bed ( O( • on't want to fight to show our 1JIw/ tA~ hCDr'" 0/ ( I, ~ l/fils of '10< "'11 /kltl (0,. ALL PALS TOGETHER '.r ", . ight, t 'hen we start we fight! fight ! All pals togeth er, I~ g ~ ~ ~j Mr ]~tt!444t@ II' I 1~·- i#iI ght! Stand up and cheer, ca.,. I . , know is truC'! ___ Fur Hit old l'a ~ i OIl JliIa they are lip t ittg, TrJa l Because it's a lways fair weather, ...u lIt~V kilO" U Ir.;'___ i.'fl r II,e old " .. - ,n" J.,rJ,: IIlrV ,,~ /l~" I.~ S. ce or war you'll hear us sing, ~ , save the flag, God save the Wilen the grand old gang is here. Il ing." All pals t o~cthe r, I n rain or 10 shine sln r; ____ e end of the world the flag's ... ~ Dn .. t O D.~ 101 .... fr may That lh (' )' rul e lb. ""~\b ,,~ nfurled, Oh! here's to fun, Jft~ IHII¥ II,,;,. 1"-;." a ..., "."g,---- 11,. '11 K I-; '~ t//tllt I"n~ eltu~._ thr u ~ ' never let the old flag fall. Here's to Qv'ry one, 1\ ( I I t. -Albert E. MacNutl. And the days of Auld Lang Syne. , 'd by permission of The A nglo Copyright by Shapil'o- Bernstei1J l'ne" .... D n' .. ct sball sJ a"(' s -Tlle sail - or 'S 0 1 .ur King __ T lm:t Killg ___ be 11 ,.••• 'NL Brit. ,.,It rMrrs-TI,r ~ol _ J/("I 0/ OWY }li Pt_ __ r ll, .. (' Kiro(- ___ ian il1usic Co ., Toronto (Owners N. Y. Used by permis$sQn. Canada: ~! Copyright) . Gordon V . T hompson Ltd. Coprript, )(CltX\11 by Tb ompsoD P"blishil:lg Co=p.tDT. Toroato .J ....~ ------... 16IT'S A SHORT, SHORT There are heroes in plenty and HE KISSED THE ADVERT ISE 1 known to fame, LIFE [n the ranks that are led by the C SERGEANT.MAJOR (Tune: .. A /lId Lang Syne.") (T1me: " There's a Long, Long T rail.") But among the most reckless of n ON PARADE The fis h it never cackles 'bout It's a short, short life we live here, or of fa me ki ssed the Sergeant-Major on It's million eggs or so, So let us laugh wh il e we may, Was [va n Petr us ki Skivah. parade, boys, The hen is q uite a dilferen t bird, With a song fo r every moment He kissed the Sergeant-Major on One egg-and hear her crow, Of the wh ole bright day. He could Timi t hie Irving', play euc parade. The fish we spurn. but crown the hE What's the use of being gloomy, or pool, e's the regiment's joy and pride Which leads me to surmise. Or what's t he usc of our tears, And perform on t he Spanish Gui For the Sergeant-Major died Don 't hide your light, but blow yOl When we know a mummy's had no fun [n fact, quite the cream of t he M W hen P ri vate Atkins kissed him on horn , For the last three thousand years? covite, too (t pays to advertise. Was Ivan Petruski Skivah. parade -R. Ron. Na pier Copyright. G. V. T. Ltd HE PASSED THE BUCK ALL WE DO IS SIGN THE BOHUNKUS PEANUT SONG TO ME (Tune: Here we go Gathering Nuts PAY·ROLL (Tune: "A uld Lang Syne.") in May) The Colonel blamed the Adjutar. (Tune: Joh1l Brown's Body) There was a man who had two son he man who has plenty of good 'cause he didn't know what to d And these two SOliS were brother The Ad jutan t blamed the subalter~ All we do is sign the pay-roll, pea nuts. Bohunkus was the name c,f one, !ld giveth his neighbor none, and cussed till al l was blue. All we do is sign t he pay-roll, Josephus was the other's. So they bla med the Sergeant-l\fa jor i All we do is sign the pay-roll , e shan't have any of my pean uts hen his peanuts are gone la nguage frank and free. And we never get a gosh-darned cent! Now these two boys had suits And what do you think? th~ son-of-a clothes , Nhen his peanuts are gone, gun, he passed the buck to me. First they make us make allotments, f\nd t hey were made for Sunday Nhen his peanuts are gone, -R. Ross Napiel Then they ma ke us take ins ura nce, Bohunkus wore his every day, :Ie shan't have any of my pea nuts, Copyright , G, V T . LtG Then they fine us tn court-martial, J osephus his o n Monday. hen his pean uts are gone. So we never get a gol-dern cen t ! THE CAMPBELLS ARE Now these t wo boys to concerts w he man who has plenty of good Whenever t hey saw fit; oranges. etc. COMIN' Boh unkus in t he gall ery sat, The Campbells a re comin', 0 hoI 0 hc ABDUL, THE BULBUL Joseph us in the pit. he man who has plent y of soft, sweet The Campbells a re millin', 0 ho I 0 he soda crackers, etc. AMEER Now these two boys they were The Campbells are comin', co bonni sons, he man who has plenty of ripe, red Loch-leven, T he sons of t he prophet are hardy and And each son was a t wm, strawberry short-cake. etc. The Campbellsarecomin'. 0 hoI 0 he bold Bohunkus had his father's smile, And q uite unaccustomed to fear, Josephus had his grin. TH E MORE WE ARE But of a ll the most rec kless of life or IN STYLE ALL THE WHILI of limb, Now t hese two boys to coll ege wen TOGETHER They say tha t our ·chairman, he ain ' Was Abdul the Bulbul Ameer. For reasons quite specific ; he more we get together. together. got no style, Bohunkus academic was, together, He ain't got no style, When they wanted a man to encourage Josephus sc ienotific. he more we get together, the happier He ain't got no style, the van we'll be. They say that our chairman, he ain' Or to shout hulla-Ioo in the rear, Now these two boys are dead and g' or your friends are my friends, got no style , Or to storm a redoubt, they straight Long may t heir ashes rest; od my frie nds are your friends; He's got style a ll the while, all th way sen t out Bohunkus of the cholera died, he more we get together. the happier while, all the while. F0r Abdul the Bulbul Ameer. Josephus by request. we'll be. ·Use name as occasion demands - - We're On Our Way 18 Words and Music by C APT. MERT PLUNKETT 1 (~ j It J¥L ~ iiUI II:JC2J) ~ ijJ p IJeD) ~ @u P1J. J. 9 ~fI Wo're on ourl way! ___ We're on our way!__WtJ 'ro on our way to , OJ' day by day When th e band plays th, t lune called Tip-pf. ~ . w, j.'€ I) p r DI,] · , j D r tJ B.:~~r ;h .tsO: or d iin~ ; de n; And cv· ry day and ev· 'ry II*, J I J, " r r ' ~J J 1.1 t@. 1 I ? J. .1 J. J. I.J. j 1F' FB . ra ry, T hm 'sjoy righl III Ihm eY'5 day Is ono day near • or !lorch · tes • N save our gr;tc ious Kint(, Good luck (0 the " d II - 11 2 ~ ga • den! when::::... w. get there you ____ can bet There'll b. a lies. lies. Cul'Jr it'tt /, ('/J 1t"J". 11I15!1 }lj" r;s "'n,,',., ~ C:l.!l"di1n Copyright <1slIigo.:d to GordoD. V. Tbomploo, Limtled , Torooto hi do how de hcy!.____ And there's one thing you can Look 'For The Rainbow Wo rds and M u si~ by .' " . ,tRV ) N C.OOPER .f'l ' 5 " H y' He ' J--- . - , . - . .. " bet cha J~ . r ~: hoy we 'cl" guin' to get cha: lng ~ 109 e . ¥. J'L Look For Th e R3.i n - bow _ a I- t ho' It 5 t eem- ing _ J ust take t hat took of wor· r y It J I,~ . r D J ~ IhZJC2J J jl II ~ 'Ib"~2~'t ~~~~~~~[J j t .,~ II111~~~~~~~~~~ ': from you r eye ~~~~~L~~~o k Por ~The~~~ Rain· b~~~ow ~ you'll~ find~ ~~it H o ytWe~re on our ".. ay. We're on our .way ---- 11~~~~~~~§~~~~E~~~~3~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CopYright U. S. A. 1939 by Gordon V Thompson . L lmifed . 193 Yo ng e St.. Toroc.to. Ca ~3da ~ \', ' l.otern.l tiooa.l Copyright : g l ea m.ing If you will li ft your chi n and scan the sk y Good Luck to the Boys- of the Allies 'Or -.,;- , , . , .' Words and Music by MOR RIS MANLEY ~ - and dont fo r - get, dear _ _ The da rk· est hour of ev · ry . night bllngs to lA ,i ~ Ii: S r )i, J J JI I tJ jJ [4" .. 611 + iI II g nt an Otn • c r d a y And 'when the s t orm blows _ Good luck 10 \he boy's of Ih. AI It ~ 1 s ir . leJ J !.t _ ,Js, J ~ vcr you and wi ll be In d o - ve, at Ihe r ~ l n ~ • • P: F ~ ~ ~ 11 Ii 2. lies, Ju st cheer them 011 Ihe ir w' y Tho I~~~~~~~~~'~~~~~~!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ B§ ~ J, i' IJ J I .J Ij, = Ir F ] bows end Look For The e nd . Copyright U. S. A . li3 li1 by Gordoa V. Th o mp ~o a , Limil td. 19J YODge S t •• ToroDt o, Caoa4a, ... ion jack Ihey're proud of, W htle r'Sh! - iolt Intt roational Co pyrlChl !I .-01 20WHEN THIS BLiNKIN' STACK UP YOUR DISH I DON'T WANT TO SOLOMON LEVI WAR IS OVER (Tune: "Pack Up Your Troubles.") MARCH WITH THE (Tune: John Brown's Body) Pack all your dishes in your old me 'Iy name is Solomon Levi, INFANTRY VVhen this hlinkin' war is over At mv store on Chatham Street, kit, here's \yhere you'll find your coats and Oh, how happy I will be. And smile, smil e smile. (Tune "The Old Grav Mare") When I leave this gosh-darned outfit, vests While we are eating we enjoy ourselv, And everything that's neat; d on't want to march wi th t For my home acros~ the sea. Smile, folks, that's the style. 've second-handed ulsterettes, Infantry, ~i hat's the use of w3sh in' em, And even·thing that's fi ne , l\'Iarch with the Infantry, march wit No more dress parades on Sunday, It never was worth while, SO the Infa ntry; We'll be t hrough for evermore or all the boys they trade wi t h me, Pack all your dishes in your old At a Hundred and Forty-nine. don't wa nt to march with We will tell the bloomin' Brass Hats kit Infantry , T hey can have t heir blinkin' war. 'horus: And smile, smile. smile. , Solomon Levi! Levi, tra, la, la, lao I'm in the Kjng'~ ; Navee. Sergeant says my gun is rusty, 'oor Solomon Levi, Tra, la , la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. (Repeat first verse.) And I guess t hat he is right, I'm in the Ki ng's Navee You should see my little shovel, I'm in the King's Navee; It is surely shining bright. RIG-A-JIG ut when a bummer comes inside My store on Chatham Street, I don't want to ma.rch with t Good-bye, Captain, I must leave you, As I was walking down the street, Infantry, Heigh-a! heigh-a! heigh-a ! heigh-a ! nd tries to hang me up for coat Though it breaks my heart to go, And pa nts and vest complete, I'm in the King's Navee. But I didn't sign to soldier, A pretty girl I chanced to meet, Heigh-a! heigh-a! heigh-o ! kicks that bummer out of my store, With a shovel, pic k and hoe. And on him sets my pup, I don't want to ride with th~ ~ Caval Rig-a-jig-jig, and away we go, or I won't sell clothes to any man, Ride with the Cavalry, ride with til S-M-I-L-E Away we go, away we go, Who tries to hang me up. Cavalry ; (Tune: " Bmtt Ze Hymn of the Rig-a-jig-jig, and away we go, I don't want to ride with tilt! Cavalry Republic.") Heigh-o! heigh-a! hei gh-o l SOUP SONG I'm in t he King's Kavee. It isn 't any trouble just to s-m-i-I-e, Heigh-o ! heigh-a! heigh-o l heigh-o! Heigh-o! heigh-o! heigh-o! heigh-<:> ! T oday is Monday, Today is It isn't any trouble just to s-m-i-l-e, I don't want to shoot: with the Ba.tter So smile when you're in trouble, Rig-a-jig-jig, and away we go, Monday, Heigh-a! heigh-a! heigh-o! onday bread and butter, Shoot with the Baltery, shoot with tli II will vanish li ke a bubble Battery ; If you'll only ta ke the trouble verybody happy? ell J should smile. I don't want to shoot wi th the Batter Just to s-m-i-l-e. I'm in the King's Navee. Second verse: G-r-i-n, Grin. WE'VE BEEN WORKING I Today is Tuesday, T oday is Third verse: L-a-u-g-h. TU(l6da y, Fourth verse: Ha, ha, ha , ha, ha. THE TRENCHES uesda y string beans, j\londay bread I don't want to fly over Germ any, and butter, Fly over Germany, fl y over German (Tune: " I've been wlikkin' on de I don't want to fl y over Germany, Railroad. ") verybody happy? HOW D'YE DO? Nell I should smile. I'm in the King's Navee. How d'ye do, Mister Johnson? How ~l e've been working in the trenches, dJ''e do? the livelong day, Wednesday SOUP, How 'ye do, :Mister Johnson? How We've been working in t he trench Thursday roastbeef, don't want to march with th d'ye do? Just to pass the time away. I nfantr)" ~!e are wi th you to a man, Now we're sl eeping on the feath Friday fi sh, Ride with the Cavalry, shoot with t h We' ll do ev'rything we can. fresh milk from the cow; Saturday pay day, Battery; How d'ye do, Mister Johnson? How It's a long, long way to T ipperary, b I don't want to fly over Germany d'ye do? we've got good billets now. Sunday Church. I'm in the T<:ing's Navee. 1\ .. t il DIAN 2 THE SAILOR WITH THE LITILE BROWN 4 22 'NEATH THE CRUST All you et-a, think of all YOll et-a, All you et-a, think oC a ll you et. THE NAVY BLUE JUG OF THE OLD APPLE PIE (Tune: " I n /he Shade of the Old Apple Think of a ll t he corn '"ou et, EVES M y wife and I lived all alone. Tree." ) T hi nk of a ll the corn };ou ct, In a litt le log hu t we cailed our OW! Corn you et , Corn you et, ho's got girls ill every port She loved gin and I loved rum, 'N.eath the crust of t he old a pple pie Soup you et, Soup you et, Hangin ' around like fl ies ? I tell you what, we 'd lots of [Ull. There is somelhing for you a nd for I, Yo ho ho bo ho Oh l It may be a pin that t he cook just 3. Potatoes you et. he sailor with the na vY bl·ue eyes. Chorus: dropped in, 4. Salad you et. l bo's the guy t hey love to buy Or il may be a dea r little fly. ozens oi socks a nd tics? Ha ! ha l hal vou and me. It may be a n old rusty na il, Yo ho ho ho ho Oh ! " Li ttle Bro\\'n J ug," don't 10'· Or a piece of a pussy cat's tail, OH! IT'S A LOVELY WA he sa ilor with the navy blue eyes. thee! But , whalever it be, it's for you a nd for Oh! Oh! Oh! It's a lovely war, 'hen the boat comes hOinc after Ha! ha! ha I you and me, me, Who wouldn't be a soldier, eh? crossing the foam "Little Brown jug," don 't 101/ 'Neath the crust of an old a pple pie. Oh! it's a shame to ta ke the pay; e's still at sca-Thinking, Wondering, thee! As soon as "Reveille " has gone, 'ho's he gonna take rowing on the LI'L LIZA JANE We feel just a s heav y as Ie.'ld, lake. 'T is you who makes my friend!; an But we never get up till t he serge ho's the ta r who's travelled far wa vin' the most good-byes? foes, lse got a gal and you got none, Li'l brings 'Tis you who ma kes me wear 01 Liza Jane. Our breakfast up to bed, Yo ho ho ho ho Oh! The sa ilor with the navy blue eyes. clothes; Oh! Oh! Oh! It's a lovely war, H ere you are so near my nose, Ohe, Liza, Li'l Liza jane; \iV ha t do we want with eggs and ha Olte, L iza, Li'l Liza jane. Qpyri f'.ht M CM: X L by Harr y Tenney, So tip her up and down she goes. \Vhen we've got plum and apple ja nc., N. Y. By permission, Gordon V Come, my love, and marry me, Li'l Form fours ! Right turn! H ow s 'hompson Ltd., Canadian publishers \·Vh en I .go toiling to my farm, Liza j ane, we spend the money we earn? I ta ke "Little Brown j ug, " under m I will take good care of thee, Li'l Liza Oh! Oh! Oh! It's a lovely war. arm, jane. -Co{ryri A SM ILE Place hi m under a shady tree, By Permission, Canadian publish "Little Brown jug," 'tis you and m Liza j ane done come to me, Li'l Liza Gordon V. Thompson Ltd. (Tune: "Auld Lang Syne.") jane, smile is quite a funn y t hin g, Both as happy as can be, Li'l Liza jane. DOUGHNUT SONG It wrinkles up your face, H ouse and lot in Baltimo', Li'l Liza (Tune: " Turkey in Ihe Straw.") Id when it's gone you'lI never fin d MY OWN PAL POLLV j a ne, Its secret hiding place. Lots of chilluns roun' de do' , Li'l Liza Oh, I went to>---- ut far more wor.td erful it is I'll have Polly, My own pal, Polly, And I walked a round the block, J ane. To see what smilcs can do. Poll y of the dark gray eye Copyright, Sherman, Clay & Co., San And I walked right into a baker sh ou smile at one, he smiles at you. She can' t knit a sock, Fra ncisco. I p icked three doughnuts out of And so one smile makes two Her pies are like a rock, grease, But I don't care a bil, C smiles at someone. since you smiled. ALL YOU ET-A And I handed the lady a five-c For me she's "IT," piece. And then that one smiles back, I'll have Polly, I shall ha ve Polly, (ALOUETTE) She looked at the nickel and she 100 nd that one smiles until, in tr uth. You fail in keepi ng track. You think I'm a iming too high, All you et-a, think of all you et-a, at me; But I must have PoU y, All you et-a, think of all you et. Sa id she, "This nickel's no good t o nd since a smile ca n do great good By cheering hearts of ca re. o yes, by Golly, There's a hole in the middl e and it's [ must have Polly or die! T h ink of all the soup you et, the way through." ,,~ t' s smile and smile and not forget T hin k of all the soup you et, Said I, "There's a hole in your dou That smiles go everyw here Copyrighi--1 \ , ~ ~4 ALOUETTE OLD MacDONALD HAD :., BEAUT IFUL DREAMER One cold, frosty morning, 2 Fre nch Cana d ian Folk Song A FARM Beautiful Dreamer, wake unto me old Ned died, Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I- E-I a rlight and dewdrops are wa iting for Massa's tears thev fell like the rain Alouetle, gentille Alouette, Alouette. And on this farm he had some chic thee, For he knew when r\Ted was laid in th je te plumerai, E-I-£-I-O ! unds of the rude world heard in the ground J e te plumerai la tete, je te plumerai la He'd never sec his like again, Witl! a chick, chick here, and a chj day, . tete, chick, there. I1 'd by the moonlIght have all passed (Leader) Et la l~te , (EverY'body) Et la Here a chick, there a chick. a\\'ay ; tetl',O, Everywhere a ch ick, chick. a utiful Dreamer, q ucel1 of my song, MY OLD CANADIAN AlouelLC, gentille Alouette, Alouette, je st' while I woo thee with soft melody, HOME tit plumerai. 2. Duck (quack, quack) ne are the ca res of life's busy throng, , El Ie beG (nose) 3. Turkey (gobble. g.obble) ·a utiful Dreamer awake unto me. Oh ! the grass grows greener, the wine blows cl eaner 3 £1 les yeux (eyes) 4. Pig (hoink, IlOin k) In myoid Ca nadian Home, 4 EI Ie dos (back) 5. Ford (rattle, rattle). a utiful Dreamer, out on the sea, erma ids are chanting the wild lore- And the snow snows whiter, t he m~ 5 El les palles, (feet) SWEETLY SINGS lei , glows brighter 6 El Ie COil (neck) er the streamlet, vapors are born, In mv old Ca nadian Home. THE DONKEY In the foothills of the Rockies, (Round) aiting to fade at the bright coming nlorn; There we'll build a nest all our own, MY WILD IRISH ROSE Sweetly sings the donkey Where your cares are fewer, 'causl! At the break of day; a utiful Dreamer, beam of my heart, ;"'J y wild I rish rose, n as the morn on the streamlet and h ea r~s are truer The sweetest flow' r tha t grows, If you do not feed him. sea, In my old Canad ian Home. This is what he'll say You may search ev'rywhere, but £l one en ~\:ill all clouds of sorrow depart, Hee-haw! H ee-haw! Hee-haw! By kind permission Bob l11iUer , Inc., can compare a utllul Dreamer, awake unto me. N. Y. Canada, Gordon V. Thompson, With my wild I r-i sh rose. haw ! hee- haw! Limited. My wild Irish rose, THE LONG, LONG NAI The dearest fl ow'r tha t grows And some day fo r my sake. ,he may (Tune: ., LOllg, Long Trail.") UNCLE N ED ONE MAN WENT TO 1«[ me ta ke There's a long, long nail a -grind ing re was a n old dar key and his name MOW The bloom from my wild lrioh rose. Up through the sole of my shoe, was Uncle Ned. An d it 's ground its way into my foo Copyright 1898 by M. Witmark & Sons nd he died long ago, long ago, One man went to mow, sed fyy permission. For a whOle mi le or two. had no wool Oil t he top of his head. Went to mow a meadow. There's a IOll g, long hike before me, n the place wh ere the wool ought to One m::llI a nd his dog And what 1'111 drea ming about \Iv'em to mow a meadow. W HEN IRISH EYES ARE Is the time when I ca n sit me down And pull that long nail out. Two men went to mow, n lay down the shovel and the hoe, \'Vent to mow a meadow. SMILING ang up the fiddle and the bow; "''hen Irish eyes are smilinj:' GINGER UP there's no more work for poor old Two men, one man, and his d og Sure it's like a morn in Spring. (Tune: "hngle Bells." ) Ned, \"icnt to mow a meadow. In the lilt of Irish la ughter, Gi nger up, ginger up, Ie's gone where the good darkies go. Three men went to mow, You can hear the angels sing. t\cvcr pull a frown, \"'eat to mow a mcadow, When I,.ish hearts arc happy , T rot }'our mile and wear a smile fingers were long as the cane in the Three men, two moo , one man All the world seems b r i~h t a nd gay. An d hel p the c ha p that's down. brake. and his dog And when Irish eyes are smiling. Ginger up, ginger up. nd he had no eyes for to see; \Nent to mow a meadow. Sure they steal your heart away. Always face lhe foe. he had no teeth fo r to eat a hoe ca ke, (Sing up to "Ten men wenl til mow" Copyright 191, by M. lVitmark & Sons Never fear, but raise the cheer. and then repea t backwards to " one Used by permission Wherever you rna,. go. <0 he had to let the hoe-cake be. man a nd h is dog" .) 26 LOVE'S OLD SWEET THE ROSE OF TRALE I PASSED BY Y OU R Old soldiers never die, 2 SONG T he pale moon was rising above green mountain, WINDOW Never die, Just a song at t wilight, Never die. When t he lights are low, T he sun was declining beneat h [ passed by you r window blue sea, Old soldiers never di e, And the fl ick'ring shadows \'\fhen the morning was red, Young ones w.ish they wo uld. Softl y come and go, When [ stray'd with my love to rhe dew on the rose-hud, T ho' the heart be weary, sad t he day pure crystal fountain The lark over-head, Tha t sLands in t he beautiful va l T his rai n will never stop, and long, And oh ! I sang soft ly, Never stop, Still to us at twilight, comes Love 's old T ra lee ; Though no onc could hear, She was lovely and fair as t he fa: Never stop, song, To bid you good morning, This rain will never stop, Comes Love's old sweet song. the su mmer. Good morn in g, my dea r. Yet 'twas not her beaut y alone No, oh ! no, no, no. By special permission of the copyright W a ll me, I passed by your window owller-Boosey & Com pany. Co urtes y of Oh, no ! 'twas the truth in her eye the Agellt-Boosey H awkes Belwin I nc In t he cool of the night, daw ning. The lilies were \I'a tching THE COOKHOUSE That made me love Mary, 50 st ill a nd so white, HEIGH-HO! HEIGH-HO! The Rose of T ralee. And oh! I sang softly, LAMENT H eigh-Ho, Heigh-Ho, To make your Though no one was ncar, DOWN BY THE O-HI Good night and God bless you, T hey say we get milk in our coffee, troubles go, T hey say we get mil k in our tea J ust keep on singing a ll day long, Down by t he O-Hi-O ! God bless you, m y dear! Heigh-Ho, Heigh-Ho, H eigh-Ho, I've got the cutest little 0, my a I They say we get milk in our porridge special permission of tlte copyright But it looks more like whitewash to me. H eigh-Ho, Heigh-H o ! T here ain't nobody half as pretty as r-Enoch & Sons. Cou rtes y of tlte As sweet as can be, For if you 're feelin¥ low, 'II-Boosey Hawkes Belwin, Inc. Whitewash-IV h itewash- You positively ca n t go wrong And J umpin' Jeepers Creepers! She's crazy for me! It looks more like whitewash to me. With a Heigh, Heigh-Ho, to me Copyright J9JIib.)' I,.ing Berlin Inc.. by perm;,. And what an 0, my a! M EMORIES "ion of eoP}7 ighl owner, Ir ving B erlin Inc, The only one I've met who ever thr \\ 'bitewash-whitcwash- i\iemorics, memories, It looks more like whitewash to me. me so. Dreams of love so true. VIVE LA COMPAGNIE She is the cutest thing that I've ever 0'er the sea of Mcmory Vive la, viv e la, Vive I' Amour, All milk and honey, if you kllOw I'm drift ing back to you. Vive la , vive la, Vive l'Amour I mean! Chil d hood days, "ROLL UP YOUR OLD Vive l'Amour, vive l'Amour With lots of 0, my a ! \Vil dwood days. Vive la compagnie. J ust wait t ill [ get back to O-hi-Ot Among th e birds and bees UMBRELLA" Copyright 1940 by Forsier Mus ic; P ub. You left me a lone Key Bb KEEP ON SMILING U sed b'y permission. . But still you're my own! So t hen roll up your old umbrell a, In my bea utiful memories . Keep on smiling all through the day MOTHER MACHREE And the ra in clouds wi ll sOOn roll away, And you'll fin d your troubles will Sure I love the dear si·lver tha t sl 'right 1915 by Jerome H. Remick 'Near a smile and park your frown ompallY. Used by permission. Don't let grey skies get you down, vanish away in yo ur hair, But make thi s a happy day. Keep on smiling all t hroug h the year And the brow that's all furrowed , Can't yo u see there's a rainbow And yo u'll fin d t hey'll all disappear. wri nkl ed with care. LD SOLDI ERS NEVER a-comi n'? T ry to keep smiling though thi ngs do kiss the dear fin gers so toi l war Can't vou hear what the b lue-birds go wrong me, DI E sa \;? Try to keep cheerful and singing a song Oh, God bless you and keep you, oldiers never die, Mother Machree! r die, Go on and ro ll up your old umbrella, JUSl keep on smiling and you will see And you'll roll your cares away. How happy this old wo rld can be. Copyright 1910 by M. Witmark & "r die. Capt. S. K . Neil Used by permission. old iers never die, - T. Reg. Sloa1l simply fad e away. By permission. Gordon V. Thom pson Limited, Toron/o. 8 MADEMOISELLE Chorus: CAMPTOWN RACES W HEN THE WORK'S FROM ARMENTIERES Ninety years without slumberinz. tick, tack, tick, tock, Camptown ladies sing dis song ALL DONE TH IS FAL Mademoiselle from Armentieres, His life seconds numbering. Doodah! Doodah! A group of jolly cowboys discussin oj Parley voo," tick, tack, tick, tack, am ptown racetrack five miles loll£' plans a tease; Mademoiselle from Armentiercs, It stopped short, never to go ago Doodah! doodah day! "Parl ey vao," When the old man died. me down dah wid my hat caved in, Says one I'll tell you somelhing, boys, Mademoiselle from Armentieres, Doodah! Doodah! if you will listen pl ease. She hasn't been kissed for twenty years, back horne wid a pocketful of t in, I am a n old cow puncher, and here I'm Inky, Pinky, "Parley voo." Doodah! dooclah day! cI ressed in rags, 1 used to be a tough one, yes, a nd go on great big jags Father, have you any good wine ? I DREAM OF JEANIE W Chorus: But I have got a home boys; a good one " Parlev vaG," THE LIGHT BROWN H ne to run all night! you all know, Father, have you any good wine? Gwine to run all day ! Although I haven't seen it since long, " Padey voo," I dream of Jeanie with the light et my money on de bobtail nag, long ago. FaLher, have you any good wine, hair, Someuod v uet all de bay. I'm going back to Dixie once more to Fit for a soldier of the line? Borne, like a vapor, on the summ see them all , Inky, Pinky, "Parley voo." I see her tripping where the I'm goin' to see my mother, when the streams play, ongtail fill y and de big bla ck hoss, works all clone this fa ll. Daughter. I have very good wine, Happy as the daisies that da nce Doodah! Doodah! "Parley voo," fly de track and c1ey both cut wa v across, Da ugh ter, I ha.ve very good wine, iVlanv ~'~re the wild notes her "Parl ey voo," voice would pour, Doodah! doodah da v! Daughter, I have very good wine, blind hoss stickin' in a' big mud Many were the blithe birds hole, Fit for a soldier of the line, waruled them o'er; Inky, Pinky, "Parley voo." Doodah! Doodah! 1dream of J eani e with the light t touch de bottom wid a ten-foot WHAT SHALL WE DO hair, pole, WITH A DRUNKEN Floa ting like a vapor on the Doodah! doodah day! summer air. SAILOR? muley cow came on de track, MY GRANDFATHER'S sigh for Jeanie, but her light Doodah! Dooclah! What shall we do with a drunken S 30 ANNIE LAURIE It is not while beauty and youth are :;;z BRING BACK MY COM IN' THRO' THE thine own, BONNIE TO ME RYE Maxwelton's braes are bonnie, And thy cheek's unprofaned by a --v- Where early fa's the dew, tear, My Bonnie lies over the ocean, Gin a body meet a body, And 'twas there that Annie Laurie That the fervor and faith of a soul can My Bonnie lies over the sea; through the rye, Gied me her promise true. be known, My Bonnie lies over the ocean, Gin a body kiss a body, Need Gied me her promise true, To which time will but make thee Oh! bring back my Bonnie to me. cry? Which ne'er forgot will be, more dear, Chorus: Oh, the heart that has truly loved, Chorus: And for bonnie Annie Laurie, ~ring back, bring back, bring back my I'd lay me down and dee. never forgets, Bonnie to me, to me; Every lassie has her laddie, Na But as truly loves on to the close : Bring back, bring back, Oh! bring back say hae I; Her brow is like a snowdrift, As the sunflower turns on her god when my Bonnie to me. Yet a' the lads they smile at m Her throat is like the swan; he sets, comin' through the rye. Her face it is the fairest The same look that she gave when he Last night as I lay on my pillow, That e'er the sun shone on. rose. Last night as I lay on my bed; Amang the train there is a s T hat e'er the sun shone on, -DavenanJ.. Last night as I lay on my pillow, dearly lo'e mysel', And dark blue is her e'e; I dreamt that my Bonnie was dead. But whaur his hame, or w Ano for bonnie Annie Laurie name, I dinna care to tell. I'd lay me down and dee. Oh! blow, ye winds, over the ocean, And blow, ye winds, over the sea; Gin a body meet a body, Com Oh! blow, ye winds, over the ocean, Like dew on the gowan lying, LOCH LOMOND the town, Is the fa' 0' her fairy feet, And bring back my Bonnie to me. Gin a body greet a body, Need And like winds in summer sighing, By yon bonnie banks and by yon The winds have blown over the ocean, frown? Her voice is low and sweet. bonnie braes, The winds have blown over the sea; Her voice is low and sweet, Where the sun shines bright in Loch The winds have blown over the ocean, Gin a body meet a body, Con And she's a' the world to me, Lomond, And brought back my Bonnie to me. the well, And for bonnie Annie Laurie Where I and my true love were ever Gin a body kiss a body, Need I'd lay me down and dee. wont to gae, tell? On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch FLOW GENTLY, SWEET Lomond. AFTON AULD LANG SYN , BELIEVE ME, IF ALL Chorus: Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy Should auld acquaintance be f THOSE ENDEARING O! ye'll take the high road ann I'll green braes, And never brought to mind? take the low road, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in Should auld acquaintance be f( YOUNG CHARMS And I'll be in Scotland afore ye, thy praise; And days of auld lang syne? Believe me, if all those endearing young But I and my true love will never meet My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring cbarms, again, stream, Chorus: Which I gaze on so fondly today, On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not For auld lang syne, my dear, Where to change by tomorrow and Lomond. her dream. lang syne, fleet from my arms, Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds We'll tak' a cup 0' kindness ye Like fa iry gifts fading away, 'Twas there that we parted in yon from the hill, For auld lang syne. Thou wo uldst still be adored, as this shady glen, Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon moment thou art : On the steep. steep side 0' Ben Lomond, thorny dell , And there's a hand, my trusty Let thy loveliness fade as it will, Where in purple hue the Hieland hills Thou green-crested lapwing, thy And gi'es a hand 0' thine, And around the dear ruin, each wish of we view, screaming forbear, And we'll tak' a richt gude my heart, And the moon coming out in the I charge you, disturb nol: my slumber waught, Would entwine itself verdantly still. gloamin'. ing fair. For auld lang syne. 32 .)H, MY DARLING SWEET GENEVIEVE COME BACK TO ERIN KATHLEEN MAVOURNEEN 3 CLEMENTINE Oh, Genevieve, I'd give the world Kathlee n !\'Iavourneen! the grey dawn ~ To live again the lovely past! Come back to Erin. Mavourneen. In a cavern, in a canyon, Mavourneen, is breaking, Excavating for a mi ne, The rose of youth was dew impearled, Come back, Aroon, to the land of The horn of the hunter is heard on Dwel t a miner, forty-ni ner, But how it withers in the blast, thy birth, the hill; An d his daughter, Clementine. I see thy face in ev'ry dream, Come with the shamrocks and spring· The lark ' from her light wing the My waking thoughts are full of the~ time, Mavourneen, bright dew is shaking, Oh my darling, Oh my darling, Thy glance is in the starry bea m And it's Killarney shall ring with our Kathleen Mavourneen, what! slum Oh my darling Cleolentine, That falls along th" summer sea. mirl h. b'ring still. You are lost and gone for ever, Sure, when we sent ye to beautiful Oh! hast thou forgotten, how soon we Dreadful sorry, Clementine. Oh, Genevieve, Sweet Genevieve, England, must sever? The days may come, the days rna ' Little we thought of the lone winter Oh! hast thou forgotten, this day Ligh t she was, and like a fairy, go, days, we must part! And her shoes were number nine; But still the hands of mem'ry weave Little we thought of the hush of the It may be for years, and it may be for Herring boxes, without topses, The blissful dreams of long ago. starling, ever, Sandals were for Clementine. Over the mountain. the bluffs and Oh! why art thou silent, t·hou voice the bays l of my heart? Drove she ducklings to the water, Re(Jea / fir st four lines It may be for years, and it may be Ev'ry morning just at nine, I'VE BEEN WUKKIN' ON 01 for ever. Hit her foot against a splinter, RAILROAD Then whv art thou silent? Kathleen Fell into the foaming brine. KILLARNEY Mavourneen I've been wukkin' on de railroad, By Killarn ey's lakes and fells, Ruby lips above the water, All de live-long day; Emerald isles and winding bays, Blowing bubbles soft and fine, I've been wukkin' on de railroad, Mountain paths and woodland dells. WHEN I GET BACK TO Alas for me ! I was no swimmer, To pass de time away. Mem'ry ever fondly strays, So I lost my Clementine. Doan' yo' hyar de whistle blowin', Bounteous nature loves all lands. TIPPERARY Rise up so ea rly in the mawn ; Beauty wa nders ev'rywhere, Doan yo' hyar de cap'n shoutin' Foot prin ts leaves on many strands. But when I ~et back to Tipperary, DARLING NELLY GRAY " Dinah, blow yo' hawn !" But her home is surely there! There'll be Irish eyes to greet me, An gels fold their wi ngs and rest. And a colleen there to meet me. just There's a low green valley on the old In that Eden of the West, a wild Irish rose. Ken tucky shore, I LOVE YOU TRUL Y Beau ~ y ' s home. Killarney, ever fair Shure when I get back to Tipperary. There I've whiled many happy hours Killarney. I'll be charmed wid all the blarnev. a way, I love you truly, truly, dear, And the angels from Killarney \\:ill be A-si tting and a-singing by the little Life with its sorrbw, life with its tear Music there for echo dwells, everywhere I go. cottage door, Fades into dreams when I feel you ar M·a kes each sound a harmony; What a how-dy do an' a hul-Ia-ba-Ioo Where lived my darling Nelly Gray near, Many voiced the chorus swells. when I meet them one an' all . For I love you truly, truly, dear. Till it fa ints in ecstasy. In among the mountains 0' Mourne! Chorus: With the charmful tints below, There'll be praty diggin' an' iligint Oh! my poor Nelly Gray, they have Ah! love, 'tis something to feel you Seems the heaven above to vie. jiggin' at .\Iick l\ lcGi nty's Ball. taken you away, kind hand, All rich colors that we know, Oh! ye're sure av a welcome there in And I'll never see my darling any Ah! yes, 'tis something by your side t, Tinge the cloud-wreaths in that sky the fand where I was born! more, sta nd; Wings o[ angels so might shine, When I get back to Tipperary I'm sitting by the river, and I'm Gone is the sorrow, gone doubt an. Glancing back soft light divine, I'll be welcome as the spring time weeping all the day, fear, Beauty's home, Killarney. ever fair For when I get back to Tipperary. For you've gone from the old For you love me truly, truly, dear. Killarney. I'll be home. Kentucky shore. -Carrie Jacobs Bond -Balfe. -Copyrighl. CANADIAN 34 JOHN PEEL SILVER THREADS ~ MY OLD KENTUCKY SHE'LL BE COM IN' 3 'ROUND THE MOUNTAIN D' ye ken John Peel with his coat so AMONG TH E GOLD -V- HOME gay, Darling I am growing old, The sun shines bright in the old (When she comes) D' ye ken John Peel at the break of Silver threads among the gold Kentucky home, 1. She'll be comin' 'round the moun t.he day, Shine upon my brow today, 'Tis summer, the darkies are gay; tain when she comes, D' ye ken John Peel when he's far, far Life is fading fast away . The corn top's ripe and the meadow's She'll be comin' 'round the mountain away, But, my darling you will be, wiII be. in t he bloom, when she comes, With h is hounds and his horn in the Always young and fair to me, Whil e t he birds make music all the She'll be steamin' and a puffin', morning. Yes! my darling you will be, day. Oh, Lawd, she won't stop for nothin', Chorus Always young and fair to me. The young folks roll on the little cabin She'll be comin' 'round the mountain floor, when she comes. 'Twas the sound of his horn brought me When your hair is silver white All merry, all happy and bright, from my bed, And your cheeks no longer bright 2. She'll be drivin' six white horses By' m by, hard times come a-knocking when she comes, And the cry of his hounds which he With the roses of the May, at t he door, oft-times led, I will kiss your lips and say Then my oid Kentucky home, good 3. Oh, we' ll all go out to meet her Peel's " view-halloo" would waken the "Oh, my darling, mine alone, alone, night ! when she comes, dead, You have never older grown; 4. We will kill the old red rooster, Or the fox from his lair in the morning. Yes, my darling, mine aL 38OLD FOLKS AT HOME HOME ON THE RANGE ~ 0, CHARLIE IS MY Chorus: 3 -~ DARLING Way down upon de Swanee Ribber, a give me a home where the buffalo I'm coming, I'm coming. F or my head Far, far, away. roam, When fi rst bis standa rd caught the er e, is bending low ; Dere's wha my heart is turning ebber, Whe re the deer and the, antelope His pi broch met the ear, I bear those gentle voices calling, Dere's wha de old fol ks stay. play, Our hearts were light, our hopes were "Old Black Joe." All up and down de wh ole creation, Where sel'dom is heard a discouraging high Sadly 1 roam, word, For the young Chevalier! Why do I weep, when my heart should Still longing for de old pla ntation, And the skies are not cloudy all day. fee! no pain? And for de old folks at home. Choms : Why do I sigh that my friends come not again, Choru s: Home, home on the range; 0 , Charlie is my darling, my darling, Grieving for friends now departed long All de worl d am sad and dreary, Where the deer and the antelope my darling, ago? Ebrywhere 1 roa m, play., 0 , Charlie is my darling, the young I hear their gentle voices calling, " Old Ohl darkeys, how my heart grows Where seldom is hea~d a discouraging Chevalier. Black Joe," weary, word, -Step hen C. Foster. Far from de old folks at home. And the skies are not cloudy a ll day. Then pl aidie chiefs cam' frae afa r, Girt in their fighting geir, I'LL COME BACK TO YOU a give me a land wh ere the bright They nobly drew their swords for war And'the young Chevalier! I'll come back to you when it's over, diamond sand ALOHA OEI When it's over over there; Flows leisurely down t he stream; Where the graceful, white swan goes But they who trust in fortune's smile Proudly sweeps the rainbow o'er the Sing a cheerful song when the day gliding along Hae meikle cause to fear, cliff, seems long Like a maid in a heavenly dream. She bl inket blithe, but to beguile Borne swiftly by the western gale. And the skies are dark and drear. Their young Chevalier! While the song of lover's p arting grief, I'll be true to you till it's over, Sadly echoes amid the flow 'ring va le. Oh, aIr IS 60 pure, the zeph}rrs so free Till it's over over there; \Vae on Culloden's bloody field, Whistle all the while, wear a cheerful The breezes so balmy and brigh t , Chorus: That I would not excha nge my home DaTk source 0' mony a tear. smile, There Albyn lost her sword and shield, Fa rewell to thee, farewell to thee! I'll come back to you my dear. on the range, For all of the cities so bright. /\nd her young Chevalier! T he winds will carry back my sad Write me lots of letters, refrain ; Send one every day; Now Scotland flow'rs are wede away, One fond embrace before good-bye Tell me that you love me, Her mountain pines are sere, Farewell until we meet again. That you want me home to stay! HAND ME DOWN MY T he Royal Oak is gone for aye I'll come back to you when it's over, Our young Chevalier! j have fondly watched thy lovely face. So I'll wait and hope and pray. WALKIN' CANE -Charles Gray. Bright rose of Mannawili's bow'r, Cross your finger tips, Hand me down my walkin' cane, Where the hirds sip honey from thy Keep a smile upon your lips, lips, I'll come back to you some day. Hand me down my walkin' cane, Oh! Hand me down my walkin cane, Sweeter far than the dewy op 'ni ng OLD BLACK JOE flow'r. OH BURY ME NOT ON THE Gonna leave on that midnight train, 'Cause all my sins are taken away. LONE PRAIRIE Gone are the days when my heart was Sweet the thoughts I fear away with young and gay, me, Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie, Hand me down my bottle 0 ' corn, Gone are my friends from the cotton Dear mem'ries of the happy past. Where the wild kiyotes will howl o'er Hand me down my bottle 0' corn, fiel ds away. And though now we whisper, fare me, Oh! Hand me down my bottle o'corn , Gone from the earth to a better land, thee well, Where the rattlesnakes hiss and the Gonna get drunk just sure's you're [ know. Yet we know we shall meet aga in at wind blows free, born, hear their gentle voices calling, "Old last. Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie. 'Cause all my sins are taken away. Black Joe." -Queen Lilliuokalani, CANADIAN 7l~(JTHERE IS A TAVERN LISTEN TO THE MOCKING BIRD SWEET HOME MAN ON THE FLYING IN THE TOWN I'm dreaming now 01 Hally, sweet ~OME. There is a tavern in the lO\l'n, in the Ha ll y, sweet Hally, Mid pleasures and palaces though we TRAPEZE town, I'm dreaming now of Hall y, may roam, Once I was happy, but now I'm forlorn · And there my dear love sits him down, For the thought of her is one that Be it ever 50 humble, there's no place Like an old coat that is tatter'd an ~ sits him dowlI, never dies; like home! torn; And rlrinks his wine 'mid la ughter free, She's sleeping ill the valley, t he valley, A charm from the skies seems to hallow I'm left in this wide world to fret an And "ever, never t hinks of me. the valley, us there, to mourn, She's sleeping in the valley, Which , seek through the world, is Betray'd by a maid in her teens. Chorus: And the mocking bird is singi ng ne'er met with elsewhere. Now this girl that I lov'd she wa Fare thee we ll, fo r I must leave thee, where she lies. Home! home! sweet, sweet home, handsome, . Do not let the parti p. g grieve t hee, Ch orus: There's no place like home, there's no And I tried all I knew her to please, And remember that the best of friends Listen to the mocking bird, place like home But I never could please her a quarter:i must part, must part ; Listen to the mocking bird, as well Adieu, adieu, kind friends adieu, T he mocking bird still si nging o'er An exile from home, splendor dazzles As the man on the flying trapeze. adieu, adieu. her grave ; in vain; -Whoa! I can no longer stay with you, stay Listen to the mocking bird, Oh! give me my lowly thatch'd He flies through the air with th•. with you, Listen to t he mocking bird, cottage again; greatest of ease, I ' ll hang my harp 011 a weeping will ow Still ~ill g ing wh ere the weeping The birds singing gaily, that come ar This daring young man on the flyingi tree, willows wave. my call; trapeze. And may the world go well with thee. Ah! well I yet remember, remember, Give me them, with tho t peace of mind. His movements are graceful, all girlS! remember, dearer than all. he does pl ease, He left me for a damsel dark, damsel Ah! well I yet remember, Home! home, sweet, sweet home, And my love he has purloined away dark, When we gatber'd in the cotton There's no place like home. there's no Each Friday night they used to spark, THREE BLIND MICE side by side; place like home. used to spark, 'Twas in the mild September, Septem -Payne (Round) Three blind mice, Three blind mice, And nO W my love, once true to me, ber, September, Takes that dark damsel on his knee. 'Twas in tbe mild September, See how they run, See how they run ! And the mocking bird was singing They all ran after the farmer's wife, There dig my grave both wide and SCATTERBRAIN She cut off their tails with a carving fa r and wide. deep, wide and deep. You're as pleasant as the morning and knife, Put tombstones at my head and feet, OH JOHNNY,OH JOHNNY I refreshing as the rain, Did ever you see such a sight in your head and feet, Oh, Johnnyl Oh, Johnny, how you Isn't it a pity that you're such a life And on my brest carve a turLie dove, can love! scatterbrain? As three blind mice? To signify I died of love. Oh, J ohnny ! Oh, Johnny! Heavens When you smile it's so delightful, when LITTLE SI R ECHO above ! you talk it's so insane, Little Sir Echo how do you do, IN THE EVENING BY THE You make my sad heart jump with joy, Still it's charming chatter, Scatterbrain Hello (hello), Hello (hello). And when you're near I just can't sit MOONLIGHT I know I'll end up apoplectic but there's Little Sir Echo I'm very blue. still a minute, I' m so, nothing I can do, Hello (hello), Hello (hello), In the ev'ning by the moonlight, Oh, Joh nny l Oh, Johnny ! Please tell It's just the same as bein6 in a Helin (hello), Hello (hello), You could hear those darkies singing, me dear hurricane. Won't you come over and play (and In the ev' ning by the moonlight What makes me love you so? And though my life will be too hectic play)? You could hear those banjos ri ngin g, You're not handsome, it's true, I'm so much in love with you You're a nice little fellow . How t he old folks would enjoy it, But wh en I look at you, Nothing else can matter you're my I know by your voice, They would sit all night and li$ten, I just, Oh, Johnny! Oh, Johnny ! Oh ' darling Scatterbrain. But you're always so far away (away ). As we S(1.ng in the ev'ning by the CC>/> y,ighl ",. Fo,$ler Mus., Pub. Inc., Chi'ORO U sed by permission. Cupyrighl by Bregman, Vocco & Copyright, BTeg1ll4n, Vocco, & Con,. moonlight. Conn , Inc. Inc. ______TWILIGHT ON THE MY SWISS MOON.. ~ PRAIRIE LIGHT LULLABY ~2 JUANITA When it's twilight on the prairie THE OLD OAKEN When the pale blue vi'lets hide, Rolling along in the moonlight, BUCKET Soft o'~r the fountain, Ling'ring falls I sit a nd long for you, dear, By a mountain stream, the southern moon; Just to have you by my side. Oh! High upon a mountain How dear to this heart are the scenes Far o'er the mountain. Breaks the day Lies my golden dream. of my childhood, In dreams I see you smiling too soon! Through eYes of heav'nly blue, When fond recollection presents In thy dark eyes' splendor, Where the them to view; \Vhen it's twilight on the prairie (Yodel after each verse.) warm light loves to dwell. I am thinking, dear, of you. The. orchard, the meadow, the deep Weary looks, yet tender, Speak their tangled wildwood, There lives my sweetheart, fond farewell. Clwrus: Waiting day by day, And every loved spot which my Nita! Juanita! ask thy soul, if we infancy knew. T wilight on the prairie, V'latching from the doorstep should part! Cattle cease to roam. Of her moonlight Swiss chalet. The wide spreading stream, the mill Nita, Juanita! Lean thou on my heart. that stood near it, I'm swinging in my saddle Down the trail to home sweet home. The bridge and the rock where the When in thy dreaming, Moons like Roll along Oh, silvery moon, cataract fell; these shall shine again, Roll along on your way, The cot of my father, the dairy house As I'm riding in the twilight While I sing my yodeling And daylight beaming, Prove thy On the rolling" prairie wide, by it, dreams are vain, To my moonlight Swiss chalet. And e'en the rude bucket that hung I'm swaying in my saddle. Wilt thou not, relenting, For thine My guitar hangs by my side, in the well. absen t lover sigh, Copyright, Gordon V. Thompson Ltd. The air is filled with fragrance Used by permission. Chorus: In thy heart consenting, To a prayer From flowers in full bloom. T he old oaken bucket, the iron-bound gone by? W hen it's twilight on the prairie bucket, Nita! Juanita! Let me linger by thy On a golden night in June. T he moss-covered bucket, that hung in side! POLLY WOLLY DOODLE the well. -Kailmark. Nita! Juanita! Be my own fair bride! I a m thinking as I linger -C. Norton· W here once we used to stray. Oh, I went down South for to see m y OHI SUSANNA Of songs we sang together, Sal, OH! OEM GOLDEN Long before our parting day. Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day; I came from Alabama wid my banjo My lonely heart is aching My Sally am a spunky gal, on my knee, SLIPPERS For da;rs that once we knew, Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day. ('m g'wan to Louisiana my true love Oh! dem golden slippers! When It's twilight on the prairie Fare thee well, fare thee well, (or to see. I am dreaming, dear, of you. Fare thee well, my fairy fay, It rained all night the day I left, Ot;! dem golden slippers! Golden slippers I'm gonna wear because For I'm going to Louisiana T he weather it was dry, dey look so neat. Copyright, Gordon V. Thompson Ltd.. For to see my Susyanna, T he sun so hot I froze to death; Used by permission. Sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day. SUS