University of Pittsburgh Edition Songs of Stephen Foster

Home , Angelina Baker, Down in Tennessee, Old Black Joe, Old Folks at Home, Spend My Time

UNIVERSITY OF PITTSBURGH EDITION SONGS OF STEPHEN FOSTER

There are two editions of this book, both published by the University of Pittsburgh Press for presentation to the armed forces. The standard edition consists of both words and music, arranged by Will Earhart and Edward B. Birge. It is available in limited numbers for the pianists and other instrumentalists of musical organizations in the services. This second edition, consisting of the words only, is intended for use by the singers of musical organizations in the services. It is available in greater numbers than the standard edition. Both editions may be obtained without charge for use by the Army, Navy, Marine Corps and United Service Organizations. Commanding officers should address their requests to: The Curator, Foster Hall Collection, University of Pittsburgh, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER

The songs of Stephen Foster have become the heri- tage, not only of his native America, but of the world. Who has not heard and loved Old Folks at Home, My Old Kentucky Home, Massa's in de Cold Ground and Old Black Joe? Who can not sing them? These "old favorites" were intended to portray one race of people, one section of our country, one period in our history, yet through his genius Foster succeeded in creating songs which have leaped the boundaries of space and time and express universal thoughts and emotions. He was born near Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, on July 4, 1826, the fiftieth anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence. Most of his life was spent in Pittsburgh. From an early age, he was intensely interested in music. Two of his early works, Old Uncle Ned and Oh! Susanna, were published in 1848 while he was working as a bookkeeper in Cincinnati. Oh! Susanna became the marching song of the Forty- Niners on their way to the gold fields of California. The great success of these two melodies caused him to abandon his business career and return home to Pittsburgh, to become a professional composer. He enjoyed a period of remarkable success, in which such songs as Old Folks at Home and My Old Kentucky Home were composed. Then followed a decline in his genius, his removal to New York City, and poverty. He died tragically in New York, from injuries re- ceived in a fall, on January 13, 1864, at the age of thirty-seven. In his brief lifetime, he wrote more than two hundred original songs and compositions. The best of these works, forty-one in number, are printed in this book. y STEPHEN PO STER

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' SONGS OF STEPHEN FOSTER

MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME, GOOD NIGHT! (Music and words on Page 12 in standard edition) The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home, 'Tie summer, the darkies are gay, The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom, While the birds make music all the day. The young folks roll on the little cabin floor, All merry, all happy and bright: By'n by Hard Times comes a-knocking at the door, Then my old Kentucky Home, Good night! CHORUS Weep no more my lady, Oh! weep no more today! We will sing one song For the old Kentucky Home, For the old Kentucky Home, far away. They hunt no more for the possum and the coon, On the meadow, the hill and the shore, They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon, On the bench by the old cabin door. The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart, With sorrow where all was delight: The time has come when the darkies have to part, Then my old Kentucky Home, Good night! The head must bow and the back will have to bend, Wherever the darkey may go: A few more days and the trouble all will end, In the field where the sugar canes grow. A few more days for to tote the weary load, No matter, 'twill never be light, A few more days till we totter on the road, Then my old Kentucky Home, Good night!

OLD FOLKS AT HOME {Music and words on Page 43 in standard edition) 'Way down upon de Swanee ribber, Far, far away, Dere's wha my heart is turning ebber, Dere's wha de old folks stay. All up and down de whole creation, Sadly I roam, Still longing for de old plantation, And for de old folks at home. CHORUS All de world am sad and dreary, Ebrywhere I roam, Oh! darkeys how my heart grows weary, Far from de old folks at home. All round de little farm I wandered When I was young, Den many happy days I squandered, Many de songs I sung. When I was playing wid my brudder Happy was I, Oh! take me to my kind old mudder, Dere let me live and die. One little hut among de bushes, One dat I love, Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes, No matter where I rove. When will I see de bees a-humming All round de comb? When will I hear de banjo tumming Down in my good old home? SONGS OF STEPHEN FOSTER

OLD BLACK JOE (Music and words on Page 61 in standard edition) Gone are the days When my heart was young and gay, Gone are my friends From the cotton fields away, Gone from the earth To a better land I know, I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe." CHORUS I'm coming, I'm coming, For my head is bending low: I hear those gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe." Why do I weep When my heart should feel no pain, Why do I sigh That my friends come not again, Grieving for forms Now departed long ago? I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe." Where are the hearts Once so happy and so free? The children so dear That I held upon my knee, Gone to the shore Where my soul has longed to go. I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe."

MASSA'S IN DE COLD GROUND (Music and words on Page 72 in standard edition) Round de meadows am a-ringing De darkeys' mournful song, While de mocking bird am singing, Happy as de day am long. Where de ivy am a-creeping O'er de grassy mound, Dare old massa am a-sleeping, Sleeping in de cold, cold ground. CHORUS Down in de cornfield Hear dat mournful sound: All de darkeys am a-weeping, Massa's in de cold, cold ground. When de autumn leaves were falling, When de days were cold, 'Twas hard to hear old massa calling, Cayse he was so weak and old. Now de orange tree am blooming On de sandy shore, Now de summer days am coming, Massa nebber calls no more. Massa made de darkeys love him, Cayse he was so kind, Now dey sadly weep above him, Mourning cayse he leave dem behind. I cannot work before tomorrow, Cayse de tear drop flow. I try to drive away my sorrow Pickin' on de old banjo. Page 4 SONGS OF STEPHEN FOSTER

NELLY BLY (Music and words on Page 48 in standard edition) Nelly Bly! Nelly Bly! Bring de broom along, We'll sweep de kitchen clean, my dear, and hab a little song. Poke de wood, my lady lub, and make de fire burn, And while I take de banjo down, just gib de mush a turn. CHORUS Heigh, Nelly! Ho, Nelly! listen, lub, to me, I'll sing for you, play for you, a dulcem melody. Heigh, Nelly! Ho, Nelly! listen, lub, to me, I'll sing for you, play for you, a dulcem melody. Nelly Bly hab a voice like de turtle dove, I hears it in de meadow and I hears it in de grove. Nelly Bly hab a heart warm as cup ob tea, And bigger dan de sweet potato down in Tennessee. Nelly Bly shuts her eye when she goes to sleep, When she wakens up again her eye-balls gin to peep. De way she walks she lifts her foot, and den she brings it down, And when it lights der's music dan in dat part ob de town. Nelly Bly! Nelly Bly! Nebber, nebber sigh, Nebber bring de tear drop to de corner ob your eye, For de pie is made ob punkins and de mush is made ob corn, And der's corn and punkins plenty, lub, a-lyin' in de barn.

OH! BOYS, CARRY ME 'LONG (Music and words on Page 55 in standard edition) Oh! carry me 'long; Der's no more trouble for me: I's guine to roam in a happy home Where all de darkeys am free. I've worked long in de fields; I've handled many a hoe: I'll turn my eye, before I die, And see de sugar cane grow. CHORUS Oh! boys, carry me 'long; Carry me till I die. Carry me down to de buryin' groun'. Massa, don't you cry. All ober de land I've wandered many a day, To blow de horn and mind de corn And keep de possum away. No use for me now, So darkeys, bury me low: My horn is dry, and I must lie Wha de possum nebber can go. Farewell to de boys Wid hearts so happy and light, Dey sing a song de whole day long, And dance de juba at night. Farewell to de fields Ob cotton, 'bacco, and all: I's guine to hoe in a bressed row Wha de corn grows mellow and tall. Farewell to de hills, De meadows covered wid green, Old brindle Boss and de old grey hoss, All beaten, broken, and lean. Farewell to de dog Dat always followed me round; Old Sancho'll wail and droop his tail When I am under de ground. Page 5 1 _ SONGS OF STEPHEN FOSTER

NELL AND I (Music and zvords on Page 33 in standard edition) We parted in the springtime of life, Nell and I, With all our gushing joys in their bloom, But now we've met the world's busy strife, Nell and I, And suffered from its dark chilling gloom. Yet my heart will sigh For those days gone by That flow in my mem'ry's sweet refrain. We parted in the springtime of life, Nell and I, And I'll never see her bright smiles again. We made our little huts on the shore, Nell and I, And covered them with bright colored shells, We gathered moss and fern from the moor, Nell and I, And pluck'd the dewy flow'rs from the dells. But the days roll'd round And the rude world frown'd As time with its bitter cares fled on. We left our little huts on the shore, Nell and I, And we left our brightest hopes in their dawn. We wandered by the bright running streams, Nell and I, And gamboled o'er the wide grassy lawn, We met again in light, sportive dreams, Nell and I, When the weary hours of twilight had flown. And our hearts proved true 'Till a coldness grew, 'Twas caused by some unrelenting foe. We'll roam upon the lawn nevermore, Nell and I, Nor wander where the bright rivers flow.

UNDER THE WILLOW SHE'S SLEEPING (Music and "words on Page 104 in standard edition) Under the willow she's laid with care, • (Sang a lone mother while weeping,) Under the willow with golden hair, My little one's quietly sleeping. CHORUS Fair, fair, and golden hair; (Sang a lone mother while weeping,) Fair, fair, and golden hair; Under the willow she's sleeping. Under the willow no songs are heard, Near where my darling lies dreaming; Nought but the voice of some far-off bird Where life and its pleasures are beaming. Under the willow by night and day, Sorrowing ever I ponder; Free from its shadowy, gloomy ray, Ah! never again can she wander. (Continued on next page) Page 6 SONGS OF STEPHEN FOSTER

UNDER THE WILLOW SHE'S SLEEPING (Gont'd) Under the willow I breathe a prayer, Longing to linger forever Near to my angel with golden hair, In lands where there's sorrowing never.

HARD TIMES, GOME AGAIN NO MORE (Music and words on Page 40 in standard edition) Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears While we all sup sorrow with the poor: There's a song that will linger forever in our ears; Oh! Hard Times, come again no more. CHORUS 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary; Hard Times, Hard Times, come again no more: Many days you have lingered around my cabin door; Oh! Hard Times, come again no more. While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay There are frail forms fainting at the door: Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say, Oh! Hard Times, come again no more. There's a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away With a worn heart whose better days are o'er: Though her voice would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day, Oh! Hard Times, come again no more. 'Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave, 'Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore, 'Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave, Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.

OH! SUSANNA (Music and words on Page 79 in standard edition) I come from Alabama With my banjo on my knee; I'se guine to Lou'siana My true lub for to see. It rain'd all night de day I left, De wedder it was dry; The sun so hot I froze to def, Susanna, don't you cry. CHORUS Oh! Susanna, Do not cry for me; I come from Alabama, Wid my banjo on my knee. I had a dream de udder night, When ebry ting was still; I thought I saw Susanna dear, A-coming down de hill, De buckweat cake was in her mouf, De tear was in her eye, I says, I'se coming from de souf, Susanna, don't you cry. I soon will be in New Orleans, And den I'll look all 'round, And when I find Susanna, I'll fall upon de ground. But if I do not find her, Dis darkey'll surely die, And when I'm dead and buried, Susanna, don't you cry. Page 7 SONGS OF STEPHEN FOSTER

COME WHERE MY LOVE LIES DREAMING QUARTETTE (Music and words on Page 15 in standard edition. This arrangement of the verses will be clear after reference to the music in the standard edition.) [Melody:] Come where my love lies dreaming, Dreaming the happy hours away, In visions bright redeeming The fleeting joys of day; I [Melody:] Dream - ing the hap-py hours I [Chorus:] Come where my love lies dream - ing, { [Melody:] Dream - ing I [Chorus:] Dream-ing the hap-py hours a-way j ([Melody:] My own love is sweet-ly! j [Chorus:] Come where my love lies dream-ing, I [Melody:] dream-ing [[Chorus:] Dream - ing the hap-py hours a-way. i[Melody:] Come where my love lies, My own love is sweet-ly 1 [Chorus:] Come where my love lies dream-ing, [[Melody:] dream - ing, Her beau-ty beam-ing I 1 [Chorus:] Come with a lute - toned lay. {[Melody:] My own love is sweet-ly [Chorus:] Come where my love lies dream-ing, I [Melody:] dream-ing I jjChorus:] Dream-ing the hap-py hours a-way.j ( [Melody:] Come with a lute, come with a lay, [Chorus:] Come with a lute, come with a lay, I [Melody:] My own love is sweet-ly dream - ing, 1 [Chorus:] Come, come, come, come, Come, come, come, | j [Melody:] her beau-ty beam-ing, Come where my love lies, I I [Chorus:] come. Come, come, come, come, Come where my love lies j I [Melody:] My own love is sweet-ly dream-ing the hap-py hours a-way. | I [Chorus:] dream-ing Dream-ing the hap-py hours a-way. I [Melody:] (First time) Soft is her slumber, Thoughts bright and free Dance through her dreams Like gushing melody; Light is her young heart, Light may it be; Come where my love lies dreaming. [Melody:] (Second time) Dreaming the happy hours away.

OPEN THY LATTICE, LOVE* {Music and words on Page 46 in standard edition) Open thy lattice, love, listen to me! The cool balmy breeze is abroad on the sea! The moon like a queen, roams her realms of blue, And the stars keep their vigils in heaven for you. Ere morn's gushing light tips the hills with its ray, Away o'er the waters, away and away! Then open thy lattice, love, listen to me! While the moon's in the sky and the breeze on the sea! Open thy lattice, love, listen to me! In the voyage of life Love our pilot will be! He will sit at the helm wherever we rove, And steer by the lode-star he kindled above. His shell for a shallop will cut the bright spray, Or skim like a bird o*er the waters away; Then open thy lattice, love, listen to me! While the moon's in the sky and the breeze on the sea! * Words by George P. Morris, music by Stephen Foster Page 8 SONGS OF STEPHEN FOSTER

CAMPTOWN RACES (Music and words on Page 88 in standard edition) De Camptown ladies sing dis song, Doo-dah! doo-dah! De Camptown race track five miles long, Oh! doo-dah day! I come down dah wid my hat caved in, Doo-dah! doo-dah! I go back home wid a pocket full of tin, Oh! doo-dah day! CHORUS Gwine to run all night! Gwine to run all day! I'll bet my money on de bobtail nag, Somebody bet on de bay. De long tail filly and de big black hoss, Doo-dah! doo-dah! Dey fly de track and dey both cut across, Oh! doo-dah day! De blind hoss sticken in a big mud hole, Doo-dah! doo-dah! Can't touch bottom wid a ten foot pole, Oh! doo-dah day! Old muley cow come onto de track, Doo-dah! doo-dah! De bobtail fling her ober his back, Oh! doo-dah day! Den fly along like a railroad car, Doo-dah! doo-dah! Runnin' a race wid a shootin' star, Oh! doo-dah day! See dem flyin' on a ten mile heat, Doo-dah! doo-dah! Round de racetrack den repeat, Oh! doo-dah day! I win my money on de bobtail nag, Doo-dah! doo-dah! I keep my money in an old tow bag, Oh! doo-dah day!

SWEETLY SHE SLEEPS, MY ALICE FAIR* (Music and words on Page 93 in standard edition) Sweetly she sleeps, my Alice fair, Her cheek on the pillow pressed, Sweetly she sleeps, while her Saxon hair, Like sunlight, streams o'er her breast. Hush! Let her sleep! I pray, sweet breeze, Breathe low on the maple bough! Hush! bright bird, on her window trees! For sweetly she sleepeth now. Sweetly she sleeps, my Alice fair, Her cheek on the pillow pressed, Sweetly she sleeps, while her Saxon hair, Like sunlight, streams o'er her breast. Sweetly she sleeps, my Alice fair, Her cheek like the first May rose, Sweetly she sleeps, and all her care Is forgotten in soft repose. Hush! though the earliest beams of light Their wings in the blue sea dip, Let her sleep, I pray, while her dreams are bright, And a smile is about her lip. Sweetly she sleeps, my Alice fair, Her cheek on the pillow pressed, Sweetly she sleeps, while her Saxon hair, Like sunlight, streams o'er her breast. * Words by Charles G. Eastman, music by Stephen Foster Page 9 SONGS OF STEPHEN FOSTER

COME WITH THY SWEET VOICE AGAIN (Music and words on Page 53 in standard edition) Come with thy sweet voice again, To my heart still dear, Laden with soft soothing pain, Like a tear, like a tear. Bright visions, long vanished Round thy melodies beam: Lulled in the lap of thy sighs, Let me dream, let me dream. CHORUS Come again, Come with thy sweet voice again; Come! Oh, come again! Come with thy sweet voice again. Bring not a language that tells How the light hours roll: Come with the music that wells From thy soul, from thy soul. Come not with bright off'rings, Cold, unhallowed and new: Bring but thine own gentle heart, Ever true, ever true.

THE GLENDY BURK {Music and words on Page 106 in standard edition) De Glendy Burk is a mighty fast boat, Wid a mighty fast captain too; He sits up dah on de hurricane roof And he keeps his eye on de crew. I can't stay here, for dey work too hard; I'm bound to leave dis town; I'll take my duds and tote 'em on my back When de Glendy Burk comes down. CHORUS Ho! for Lou'siana! I'm bound to leave dis town; I'll take my duds and tote 'em on my back When de Glendy Burk comes down. De Glendy Burk has a funny old crew And dey sing de boatman's song, Dey burn de pitch and de pine knot too, For to shove de boat along. De smoke goes up and de ingine roars And de wheel goes round and round. So fare you well! for I'll take a little ride When de Glendy Burk comes down. I'll work all night in de wind and storm, I'll work all day in de rain, 'Till I find myself on de levy dock In New Orleans again. Dey make me mow in de hay field here And knock my head wid de flail; I'll go wha dey work wid de sugar and de cane And roll on de cotton bale. My lady love is as pretty as a pink, I'll meet her on de way; I'll take her back to de sunny old south And dah I'll make her stay. So don't you fret my honey, dear, Oh! don't you fret Miss Brown; I'll take you back 'fore de middle of de week When de Glendy Burk comes down. Page 10 SONGS OF STEPHEN FOSTER

THE MERRY, MERRY MONTH OF MAY (Music and words on Page 29 in standard edition) We roamed the fields and river sides, When we were young and gay; We chased the bees and pluck d the flow'rs, In the merry, merry month of May. CHORUS Oh, yes, with ever changing sports, We whiled the hours away; The skies were bright, Our hearts were light, In the merry, merry month of May. Our voices echoed through the glen With blithe and joyful ring; We built our huts of mossy stones, And we dabbled in the hillside spring. We joyed to meet and griev'd to part, We sigh'd when night came on; We went to rest with longing heart, For the coming of the bright day dawn.

ANGELINA BAKER {Music and words on Page 23 in standard edition) 'Way down on de old plantation Dah's where I was born, I used to beat de whole creation Hoein' in de corn: Oh! den I work and den I sing So happy all de day, 'Till Angelina Baker came And stole my heart away. CHORUS Angelina Baker! Angelina Baker's gone, She left me here to weep a tear And beat on de old jawbone. I've seen my Angelina In de springtime and de fall, I've seen her in de cornfield And I've seen her at de ball; And ebry time I met her She was smiling like de sun, But now I'm left to weep a tear Cayse Angelina's gone. Angelina am so tall She nebber sees de ground, She hab to take a wellumscope To look down on de town. Angelina likes de boys As far as she can see dem, She used to run old Massa round To ax him for to free dem. Early in de morning Ob a lobly summer day I ax for Angelina, And dey say, "she's gone away." I don't know wha to find her, Cayse I don't know wha she's gone, She left me here to weep a tear And beat on de old jawbone. Page 11 3 I.VSCKMtKli TO I'llr: OKKH'KUS X VtKMHKHS

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FOSTER'S MUSIC EIGHTY YEARS AGO Stephen Foster's music has long been popu- the music of Foster's beloved Jeanie with the lar with the American people, in both peace Light Brown Hair. and war. This illustration shows the title Soldiers of World War II will find interesting page of a composition, U. S. Army Calls, a a comparison of their own uniforms and equip- military Quadrille, published in 1862, during ment with those of the "Boys in Blue" of the our Civil War. Included in this medley is Union Army, pictured here on guard duty. SONGS OF STEPHEN FOSTER

FAREWELL MY LILLY DEAR (Music and words on Page 67 in standard edition) Oh! Lilly dear, it grieves me The tale I have to tell; Old massa sends me roaming, So Lilly, fare you well! Oh! fare you well, my true love, Farewell old Tennessee. Then let me weep for you, love, But do not weep for me. CHORUS Farewell forever to old Tennessee; Farewell, my Lilly dear, don't weep for me. I's guine to roam the wide world In lands I've never hoed, With nothing but my banjo To cheer me on the road; For when I'm sad and weary I'll make the banjo play, To mind me of my true love When I am far away. I wake up in the morning And walk out on the farm; Oh! Lilly am a darling, She take me by the arm; We wander through the clover Down by the river side; I tell her that I love her And she must be my bride. Oh! Lilly dear, 'tis mournful To leave you here alone; You'll smile before I leave you And weep when I am gone. The sun can never shine, love, So bright for you and me, As when I worked beside you In good old Tennessee.

OLD DOG TRAY (Music and words on Page 75 in standard edition) The morn of life is past, And evening comes at last; It brings me a dream of a once happy day, Of merry forms I've seen Upon the village green, Sporting with my old dog Tray. CHORUS Old dog Tray's ever faithful, Grief cannot drive him away. He's gentle, he is kind, I'll never, never find A better friend than old dog Tray. The forms I call'd my own Have vanished one by one, The lov'd ones, the dear ones have all passed away. Their happy smiles have flown, Their gentle voices gone; I've nothing left but old dog Tray. (Continued on next page) Page 14 SONGS OF STEPHEN FOSTER

OLD DOG TRAY (Cont'd) When thoughts recall the past His eyes are on me cast; I know that he feels what my breaking heart would say: Although he cannot speak I'll vainly, vainly seek A better friend than old dog Tray.

JEANIE WITH THE LIGHT BROWN HAIR (Music and words on Page 21 in standard edition) I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair, Borne, like a vapor, on the summer air; I see her tripping where the bright streams play, Happy as the daisies that dance on her way. Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour, Many were the blithe birds that warbled them o'er: Oh! I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair, Floating, like a vapor, on the soft summer air. I long for Jeanie with the day dawn smile, Radiant in gladness, warm with winning guile; I hear her melodies, like joys gone by, Sighing 'round my heart o'er the fond hopes that die: Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain, Wailing for the lost one that comes not again: Oh! I long for Jeanie and my heart bows low, Nevermore to find her where the bright waters flow. I sigh for Jeanie, but her light form strayed Far from the fond hearts 'round her native glade; Her smiles have vanished and her sweet songs flown, Flitting like the dreams that have cheered us and gone. Now the nodding wild flow'rs may wither on the shore While her gentle fingers will cull them no more: Oh! I sigh for Jeanie with the light brown hair, Floating, like a vapor, on the soft summer air.

ELLEN BAYNE (Music and words on Page 82 in standard edition) Soft be thy slumbers, Rude cares depart, Visions in numbers Cheer thy young heart. Dream on while bright hours And fond hopes remain, Blooming like smiling bow'rs For thee, Ellen Bayne. CHORUS Gentle slumbers o'er thee glide, Dreams of beauty round thee bide While I linger by thy side, Sweet Ellen Bayne. Dream not in anguish, Dream not in fear; Love shall not languish; Fond ones are near. Sleeping or waking, In pleasure or pain, Warm hearts will beat for thee, Sweet Ellen Bayne. Scenes that have vanish'd Smile on thee now, Pleasures once banished Play round thy brow. Forms long departed Greet thee again, Soothing thy dreaming heart, Sweet Ellen Bayne. Page 15 SONGS OF STEPHEN FOSTER

NELLY WAS A LADY (Music and words on Page 90 in standard edition) Down on de Mississippi floating, Long time I trabble on de way, All night de cotton wood a-toting, Sing for my true lub all de day. CHORUS Nelly was a lady, Last night she died. Toll de bell for lubly Nell, My dark Virginny bride. Now I'm unhappy and I'm weeping, Can't tote de cotton wood no more; Last night, while Nelly was a-sleeping, Death came a-knocking at de door. When I saw my Nelly in de morning, Smile till she opened up her eyes, Seemed like de light ob day a-dawning, Jist 'fore de sun begin to rise. Close by de margin ob de water, Whar de lone weeping willow grows, Dar lib'd Virginny's lubly daughter; Dar she in death may find repose. Down in de meadow 'mong de clober, Walk wid my Nelly by my side; Now all dem happy days am ober, Farewell my dark Virginny bride.

OUR BRIGHT SUMMER DAYS ARE GONE (Music and words on Page 51 in standard edition) I remember the days of our youth and love, When we sat 'neath the green oak tree; When thy smiles were bright as the skies above, And thy voice made music unto me. CHORUS Never more will come those happy, happy hours, Whiled away in life's young dawn; Never more we'll roam thro' pleasure's sunny bow'rs, For our bright, bright summer days are gone. I remember the flow'rs that we cull'd by day, And the vows that we made by night; I remember the brook where we loved to stray In the bygone days of our delight. How we joyed when we met, and griev'd to part, How we sighed when the night came on; How I longed for thee in my dreaming heart, Till the first fair coming of the dawn.

SOME FOLKS (Music and words on Page 109 in standard edition) Some folks like to sigh, Some folks do, some folks do; Some folks long to die, But that's not me nor you. CHORUS Long live the merry, merry heart That laughs by night and day, Like the Queen of Mirth, No matter what some folks say. (Continued on next page) Page 16 SONGS OF STEPHEN FOSTER

SOME FOLKS (Cont'd) Some folks fear to smile, Some folks do, some folks do; Others laugh through guile, But that's not me nor you. Some folks fret and scold, Some folks do, some folks do; They'll soon be dead and cold, But that's not me nor you. Some folks get gray hairs, Some folks do, some folks do; Brooding o'er their cares, But that's not me nor you. Some folks toil and save, Some folks do, some folks do, To buy themselves a grave, But that's not me nor you.

SUMMER LONGINGS* (Music and words on Page 18 in standard edition) Ah! my heart is weary waiting, Waiting for the May, Waiting for the pleasant rambles, Where the fragrant hawthorn brambles, With the woodbine alternating, Scent the dewy way. Ah! my heart is weary waiting, Waiting for the May. Ah! my heart is sick with longing, Longing for the May, Longing to escape from study, To the young face fair and ruddy, And the thousand charms belonging To the summer's day. Ah! my heart is sick with longing, Longing for the May. Ah! my heart is sore with sighing, Sighing for the May, Sighing for their sure returning, When the summer beams are burning, Hopes and flow'rs that dead or dying All the winter lay. Ah! my heart is sore with sighing, Sighing for the May. Ah! my heart is pained with throbbing, Throbbing for the May, Throbbing for the seaside billows, Or the water wooing willows; Where in laughing and in sobbing Glide the streams away. Ah! my heart, my heart is throbbing, Throbbing for the May. Waiting sad, dejected, weary, Waiting for the May, Spring goes by with wasted warnings, Moonlight evenings, sun bright mornings; Summer comes, yet dark and dreary Life still ebbs away. Man is ever weary, weary, Waiting for the May. Words by Denis Florence MacCarthy, music by Stephen Foster Page 17 SONGS OF STEPHEN FOSTER

DOLLY DAY (Music and words on Page 84 in standard edition) I've told you 'bout de banjo, De fiddle and de bow, Likewise about de cotton field, De shubble and de hoe; I've sung about de bulgine Dat blew de folks away, And now I'll sing a little song About my Dolly Day. CHORUS Oh Dolly Day looks so gay, I run all round and round To hear her fairy footsteps play, As she comes o'er de ground. I like to see de clover Dat grows about de lane, I like to see de 'bacco plant, I like de sugar cane; But on de old plantation Der's nothing half so gay, Der's nothing dat I love so much As my sweet Dolly Day. When de work is over I make de banjo play, And while I strike de dulcem notes, I think of Dolly Day. Her form is like a posy, De lily of de vale, Her voice is far de sweetest sound Dat floats upon de gale. Massa give me money To buy a peck of corn. I'se guine to marry Dolly Day And build myself a barn; Den when I'm old and feeble, And when my head is gray, I'll trabble down de hill of life Along wid Dolly Day.

OLD UNCLE NED (Music and words on Page 25 in standard edition) Dere was an old darkey, dey called him Uncle Ned, He's dead long ago, long ago! He had no wool on de top ob his head, De place whar de wool ought to grow. CHORUS Den lay down de shubble and de hoe, Hang up de fiddle and de bow: No more hard work for poor Old Ned; He's gone whar de good darkeys go. No more hard work for poor Old Ned; He's gone whar de good darkeys go. His fingers were long like de cane in de brake, He had no eyes for to see; He had no teeth for to eat de corn cake So he had to let de corn cake be. When Old Ned die Massa take it mighty bad, De tears run down like de rain; Old Missus turn pale, and she gets berry sad Cayse she nebber see Old Ned again. Page 18 SONGS OF STEPHEN FOSTER

THE HOUR FOR THEE AND ME (Music and words on Page 37 in standard edition) When day breaks forth on the dewy lawn, And all seems mirth and glee, When birds their sweetest songs awake, Is the hour for thee and me, The hour for thee and me, The hour for thee and me, When birds their sweetest songs awake Is the hour for thee and me. When perfumes from the closing flow'rs Are wafted o'er the lea, And vespers float upon the gale, Is the hour for thee and me, The hour for thee and me, The hour for thee and me, When vespers float upon the gale Is the hour for thee and me. When night beholds her starry realm Reflected on the sea, When moonbeams dance upon the rill, Is the hour for thee and me, The hour for thee and me, The hour for thee and me, When moonbeams dance upon the rill Is the hour for thee and me.

LAURA LEE (Music and words on Page 99 in standard edition) Why has thy merry face Gone from my side, Leaving each cherished place Cheerless and void? Why has the happy dream, Blended with thee, Passed like a flitting beam, Sweet Laura Lee? Why has the happy dream, Blended with thee, Passed like a flitting beam, Sweet Laura Lee? Far from all pleasure torn, Sad and alone, How doth my spirit mourn While thou art gone! How like a desert isle Earth seems to me, Robbed of thy sunny smile, Sweet Laura Lee! How like a desert isle Karth seems to me, Robbed of thy sunny smile, Sweet Laura Lee! When will thy winning voice Breathe on mine ear? When will my heart rejoice, Finding thee near? When will we roam the plain, Joyous and free, Never to part again, Sweet Laura Lee? When will we roam the plain, Joyous and free, Never to part again, Sweet Laura Lee? , a Page 19 SONGS OF STEPHEN FOSTER

FAIRY BELLE (Music and words on Page 69 in standard edition) The pride of the village And the fairest in the dell Is the queen of my song, And her name is Fairy Belle; The sound of her light step May be heard upon the hill Like the fall of the snowdrop Or the dripping of the rill. CHORUS Fairy Belle, gentle Fairy Belle, The star of the night and the lily of the day, Fairy Belle, the queen of all the dell, Long may she revel on her bright sunny way. She sings to the meadows And she carols to the streams, She laughs in the sunlight And smiles while in her dreams, Her hair like the thistle down Is borne upon the air, And her heart, like the humming bird's, Is free from ev'ry care. Her soft notes of melody Around me sweetly fall, Her eye full of love Is now beaming on my soul. The sound of that gentle voice, The glance of that eye, Surround me with rapture That no other heart could sigh.

PARTHENIA TO INGOMAR* (Music and words on Page 102 in standard edition) Deal with me kindly, Cheer my young heart, I'll follow thee blindly Wherever thou art; Deep in the mountain, Far from my home, I'll follow thy path Wherever thou'lt roam. Thy way shall still be mine, My heart shall still be thine; Deal with me kindly, Cheer my young heart, I'll follow thee blindly And never depart. Break not my spirit, Think of my youth, Cherish my tender heart, Doubt not my truth; Friends may desert thee, Sorrows may come, But still in this soul Thine image will bloom. Thy hopes with thee I'll share, Thy wants shall be my care; Deal with me kindly, Cheer my young heart, I'll follow thee blindly And never depart. * Words by William Henry McCarthy, music by Stephen Foster (Continued on next page) Page 20 SONGS OF STEPHEN FOSTER

PARTHENIA TO INGOMAR (Cont'd) Though thru the desert Wand'ring afar, Still to me, dearest one, Thou'lt be my star; Sunlight or moonlight O'er us may shine, Yet living on love, I'll ever be thine. Thy hand shall be my guard, Thy voice shall be my word; Deal with me kindly, Cheer my young heart, I'll follow thee blindly And never depart.

GENTLE ANNIE (Music and words on Page 65 in standard edition) Thou wilt come no more, gentle Annie, Like a flow'r thy spirit did depart; Thou art gone, alas! like the many That have bloomed in the summer of my heart. CHORUS Shall we never more behold thee; Never hear thy winning voice again When the Springtime comes, gentle Annie, When the wild flow'rs are scattered o'er the plain? We have roamed and loved mid the bowers, When thy downy cheeks were in their bloom; Now I stand alone mid the flowers, While they mingle their perfumes o'er thy tomb. Ah! The hours grow sad while I ponder Near the silent spot where thou art laid, And my heart bows down when I wander By the streams and the meadows where we stray'd.

MY BRUDDER GUM (Music and words on Page 31 in standard edition) White folks, I'll sing for you, Nuffin else to do. Spend my time a-pickin' on de banjo, Hay! Brudder Gum. CHORUS My Brudder Gum, My Brudder Gum so fair, All de yaller gals runnin' round, Try to get a lock ob his hair. Hard work all de day, Hab no time to play, Berry fine time a-diggin' in de cornfield. Hay! Brudder Gum. Tudder afternoon, I thought I saw de moon, Saw my true lub comin' through de canebrake, Hay! Brudder Gum. Went one berry fine day, To ride in a one-horse sleigh, Hollow'd to de old hoss comin' through de toll gate, Hay! Brudder Gum. Page 21 SONGS OF STEPHEN FOSTER

DOWN AMONG THE CANE-BRAKES (Music and words on Page 59 in standard edition) Once I could laugh and play, When in life's early day; Then I was far away, Down among the cane-brakes. CHORUS Down among the cane-brakes On the Mississippi shore, Oh! Those happy days, those happy days are o'er! Oh! Those happy days will come back no more! Yes, I was free from care; All was bright summer there; Dark days to me were fair, Down among the cane-brakes. There lived my mother dear (Gone from this world I fear); There rang our voices clear, Down among the cane-brakes. There lived a lovely one, Who, like the rest, has gone; She might have been my own, Down among the cane-brakes. Long years have glided by, Since then I breathed each sigh; May I return to die, Down among the cane-brakes. OLD MEMORIES (Music and words on Page 101 in standard edition) Fondly old memories Recall round my heart Scenes of my early joys That never depart. Warmed in their sunny rays, Hopes brightly burn: Say not those happy days Can never return! Say not those happy days Can never return! Say not those happy days Can never return! Voices of tenderness And eyes ever bright, Warm and true hearted friends May lend their delight; But still for departed smiles The sad heart will yearn: Say not those happy days ("an never return! Say not those happy days Can never return! Say not those happy days Can never return! BEAUTIFUL DREAMER (Music and words on Page 86 in standard edition) Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me, Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee; Sounds of the rude world heard in the day, Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away! Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song, List while I woo thee with soft melody; Gone are the cares of life's busy throng, Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me! Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me! (Continued on next page) Pa*c 22 SONGS OF STEPHEN FOSTER

BEAUTIFUL DREAMER (Cont'd) Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea Mermaids are chanting the wild lorelie; Over the streamlet vapors are borne, Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn. Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart, E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea; Then will all clouds of sorrow depart, Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me! Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

HAPPY HOURS AT HOME (Music and words on Page 57 in standard edition) I sit me down by my own fireside When the winter nights come on, And I calmly dream, as the dim hours glide, Of many pleasant scenes now gone; Of our healthful plays in my schoolboy days, That can never come again; Of our summer joys and our Christmas toys, And rambles o'er the streamlet and plain. CHORUS *( [Chorus:] Happy hours at home! Happy hours at home!) \[Second tenors only:] Happy hours at home! How the moments glide by the bright fireside, In the happy hours at home. I sit me down by my own fireside Where the children sport in glee, While the clear young voice of our household pride Makes melody that's dear to me. And by ev'ry art that can charm the heart, They allure my cares away, To prepare my soul as the swift hours roll, For the duties of the bright coming day. *This arrangement of the chorus will be clear after reference to the music in the standard edition. KATY BELL* (Music and words on Page 97 in standard edition) Going down the shady dell, Where the honeysuckles grow, I met lovely Katy Bell With her dimpled cheeks a-glow. Oh! the beauties of her face, As she flitted by a-pace, With a step of fairy grace My poor words can never tell. CHORUS Katy Bell lives in the dell, How I love her none can tell. All the flowers in the dell Seem'd to own her for their queen, Bright and peerless Katy Bell, Fairer flow'r was never seen. How 1 loved the very ground, Over which she'd lightly bound, With her sunny ringlets crown'd, I can never, never tell. Long I waited in the dell, Where the honeysuckles grow, W7aited for sweet Katy Bell, Till the sun was sinking low. And before I left her side, In the quiet eventide I had won her for my bride, W7on my bonny Katy Bell. * Words by George Cooper, music by Stephen Foster Page 23 SONGS OF STEPHEN FOSTER

RING, RING DE BANJO! (Music and words on Page 35 in standard edition) De time is nebber dreary If de darkey nebber groans; De ladies nebber weary Wid de rattle ob de bones: Den come again Susanna By de gaslight ob de moon; We'll turn de old Piano When de banjo's out ob tune. CHORUS Ring, ring de banjo! I like dat good old song, Come again my own true lub! Oh! wha you been so long ? Oh! nebber count de bubbles While der's water in de spring: De darkey hab no troubles While he's got dis song to sing. De beauties ob creation Will nebber lose der charm While I roam de old plantation Wid my true lub on my arm. Once I was so lucky, My massa set me free, I went to old Kentucky To see what I could see: I could not go no farder, I turn to massa's door, I lub him all de harder, I'll go away no more. Early in de morning Ob a lubly summer day, My massa send me warning He'd like to hear me play. On de banjo tapping, I come wid dulcem strain; Massa fall a-napping, He'll nebber wake again. My lub, I'll hab to leabe you While de ribber's running high: But I nebber can deceibe you So don't you wipe your eye. I's guine to make some money; But I'll come anodder day; I'll come again my honey, If I hab to work my way.

BEAUTIFUL CHILD OF SONG {Music and words on Page 63 in standard edition) Come, I am longing to hear thee, Beautiful child of song, Come though the hearts that are near thee, Around thee devotedly throng. CHORUS Come, I am longing to hear thee, Beautiful child of song, Beautiful child of song, I'm longing to hear thee carol thy lay, Sweet child of song. Come, for the spell of a fairy Dwells in thy magical voice, And at thy step, light and airy, E'en cold hearts enraptured rejoice. Page 24 TITLE INDEX PAGE Music Words and words only, in in this standard edition edition Angelina Baker 11 23 Beautiful Child of Song 24 63 Beautiful Dreamer 22 86 Camptown Races 9 88 Come Where My Love Lies Dreaming 8 15 Come with Thy Sweet Voice Again 10 53 Dolly Day 18 84 Down Among the Cane-Brakes 22 59 Ellen Bayne 15 82 Fairy Belle 20 69 Farewell My Lilly Dear 14 67 Gentle Annie 21 65 The Glendy Burk 10 106 Gwine to Run All Night —see Camptown Races Happy Hours at Home 23 57 Hard Times, Come Again No More 7 40 The Hour for Thee and Me 19 37 Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair 15 21 Katy Bell 23 97 Laura Lee 19 99 Massa's in de Cold Ground 4 72 The Merry, Merry Month of May 11 29 My Brudder Gum 21 31 My Old Kentucky Home, Good Night! 3 12 Nell and I 6 33 Nelly Bly 5 48 Nelly was a Lady 16 90 Oh! Boys, Carry Me 'Long 5 55 Oh! Susanna 7 79 Old Black Joe 4 61 Old Dog Tray 14 75 Old Folks at Home 3 43 Old Memories 22 101 Old Uncle Ned 18 25 Open Thy Lattice, Love 8 46 Our Bright Summer Days are Gone 16 51 Parthenia to Ingomar 20 102 Ring, Ring de Banjo! 24 35 Some Folks 16 109 Summer Longings 17 18 Susanna—see Oh! Susanna Swanee River—see Old Folks at Home Sweetly She Sleeps, My Alice Fair 9 93 Uncle Ned—see Old Uncle Ned Under the Willow She's Sleeping 6 104 U. S. Army Calls {illustration) [12, 13] —