The Music of
OLIVER O. CAULLEY


Some of my fondest memories of my father are of him sitting on the couch playing his mandolin. He was a self-taught musician, who could read music and sing. Below I have compiled some of the songs I remember him playing or singing. Though I may not remember all of the verses, I do remember the choruses. Take a stroll through the early 20th century as you read the lyrics of some of the songs that filled the Caulley house in my youth.

Use these links to access the songs by title.
* Abdul Abulbul Amir * Beautiful Dreamer * BIG ROCK CANDY MOUNTAIN
* Casey Jones * COOL WATER * Daisy (a Bicycle Built for 2)
* HAND ME DOWN MY WALKING CANE * H-a-rr-i-g-a-n * HOBO BILL'S LAST RIDE
* If You Knew Susie * I'M FOREVER BLOWING BUBBLES * I'M LOOKING OVER A 4 LEAF CLOVER
* In the Good Old Summer Time * By The Light Of The Silvery Moon * IN THE SHADE OF THE OLD APPLE TREE
Johnny Verbeck * MEET ME IN ST. LOUIS * My Old Kentucky Home
* MY WILD IRISH ROSE * Old Black Joe * OH! THEM GOLDEN SLIPPERS
* The Old Lamplighter * THE OLD RUGGED CROSS * On The Banks Of The Wabash
* PLAYMATES * The Red River Valley * REDWING
* School Days * SHE'S A BIRD IN A GILDED CAGE * The Sidewalks Of New York
* STROLLING THROUGH THE PARK ONE DAY * The Tennessee Waltz * THERE IS A TAVERN IN THE TOWN
* TIE ME TO YOUR APRON STRINGS AGAIN * Too High, Too Wide, Too Low * TUMBLING TUMBLEWEEDS
* The Wabash Cannonball * WHEN YOU WERE SWEET SIXTEEN * The Wreck Of Ole 97
* Y'ALL COME * Yes, We Have No Banannas .





Wabash Cannonball

Out from the wide Pacific to the broad Atlantic shore
She climbs the flowery mountains, over hills and by the shore
Although she's tall and handsome and she's known quite well by all
She's a regular combination, the Wabash Cannonball.

Chorus:

Oh, listen to the jingle, the rumble and the roar
As she glides along the woodland, over hills and by the shore
She climbs the flowery mountains, hear the merry hobo squall
As she glides along the woodland, the Wabash Cannonball.
Oh the Eastern states are dandy, so the Western people say
Chicago, Rock Island, St. Louis by the way
To the lakes of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall
No chances to be taken on the Wabash Cannonball.

Chorus

I have rode the I.C. Limited, also the Royal Blue
Across the Eastern counties on Elkhorn Number Two
I have rode these highball trains from coast to coast that's all
But I have found no equal to the Wabash Cannonball.

Chorus

Oh, here's old daddy Cleaton, let his name forever be
And long be remembered in the courts of Tennessee
For he is a good old rounder 'til the curtain round him fall
He'll be carried back to victory on the Wabash Cannonball.

Chorus

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Big Rock Candy Mountain


(Hobo Ballad)
Written By: Unknown
Copyright Unknown

On a summer's day
in the month of May a burly bum came hiking
down a shady lane near the sugar cane
he was looking for his liking
as he strolled along he sang a song about the land of milk and honey
where a bum can stay for many a day and won't need any money.

Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the peppermint (cigarette) trees
'Round the soda water fountains
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the big Rock Candy Mountains
the cops have wooden legs
the bulldogs all have rubber teeth
the hens lay softboiled eggs.
The farmers's trees are full of fruit
and the barns all have hay
I want to go where there aint no snow,
where the sleet don't blow and the wind don't blow
in that Big Rock Candy Mountain

Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the peppermint (cigarett) trees
'Round the soda water fountains
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
You never change your socks
And little streams of lemonade
Come a-tricklin' down the rocks
The hobos there are friendly
And their fires all burn bright
There's a lake of stew and soda, too
You can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

Oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the peppermint trees
'Round the soda water fountains
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

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HOBO BILL'S LAST RIDE


Recorded by Jimmie Rodgers
Words and music by MacWilliams and Rodgers

[C] Riding on an East-bound freight train, [F] speeding thru the [C] night
[F] Hobo Bill, [C] a railroad bum, was [D] fighting for his [G7] life ...
The [C] sadness of his eyes revealed the [F] torture of his [C] soul
He [F] raised a weak and [C] weary hand to [G7] brush away the [C] cold.

YODEL: [C] Ho-ho-o [G7] Bo-o-o [C] Bil-lie!

No warm light flickers around him, no blankets there to fold
Nothing but, the howling wind and the driving rain, so cold ...
When he heard a whistle blow, in a dreamy kind of way
The hobo seemed contented for he smiled there where he lay.

YODEL: [C] Ho-ho-o [G7] Bo-o-o [C] Bil-lie!
Outside the rain was fallin' on that lonesome boxcar door
But the little form of Hobo Bill lay still upon the floor ...
As the train sped thru the darkness and the raging storm outside
No one knew that Hobo Bill was taking his last ride.

TRAIN WHISTLE

It was early in the mornin' when they raised the hobo's head
The smile still lingered on his face, but Hobo Bill was dead ...
There was no mother's longin', to soothe his weary soul
For he was just a railroad bum, who died out in the cold.

TRAIN WHISTLE fade

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Y'all Come!


When you [C] live in the country
Every-[F] body is your neighbor
On [C] this one thing you can re-[G] ly
They'll [C] all come to see you
And [F] never ever leave you
Sayin', [C] Y'all come to [G] see us bye and [C] bye.

Y'all come, [F] Y'all come.
Oh, [C] Y'all come to see us when you [G] can
Y'all [C] come, [F] Y'all come
Oh, [C] Y 'all come to [G] see us now and [C] then.

Kinfolks a-comin'
They're comin' by the dozen
Eatin' ever'thing from soup to hay
And right after dinner
They ain't lookin' any thinner
And here's what you hear them say.

CHORUS

Pore old Grandmaw's a-wishin'
They'd come out to the kitchen
And help do the dishes right away
But they all start a-leavin'
Even though she's a-grievin'
You can still hear Grandmaw say:

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Abdul Abulbul Amir


Written By: Percy French
Copyright Unknown

The sons of the prophet were hardy and bold,
And quite unaccustomed to fear,
But the bravest of these was a man, I am told
Named Abdul Abulbul Amir.

This son of the desert, in battle aroused,
Could spit twenty men on his spear.
A terrible creature, both sober and soused
Was Abdul Abulbul Amir.

When they needed a man to encourage the van,
Or to harass the foe from the rear,
Or to storm a redoubt, they had only to shout
For Abdul Abulbul Amir.

There are heroes aplenty and men known to fame
In the troops that were led by the Czar;
But the bravest of these was a man by the name
Of Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

He could imitate Irving, play Euchre and pool
And perform on the Spanish Guitar.
In fact, quite the cream of the Muscovite team
Was Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

The ladies all loved him, his rivals were few;
He could drink them all under the bar.
As gallant or tank, there was no one to rank
With Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

One day this bold Russian had shouldered his gun
And donned his most truculent sneer
Downtown he did go, where he trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir

"Young man," quoth Bulbul, "has life grown so dull,
That you're anxious to end your career?
Vile infidel! Know, you have trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir."

"So take your last look at the sunshine and brook
And send your regrets to the Czar;
By this I imply you are going to die,
Mr. Ivan Skavinsky Skivar."

Quoth Ivan, "My friend, your remarks, in the end,
Will avail you but little, I fear,
For you ne'er will survive to repeat them alive,
Mr. Abdul Abulbul Amir!"

Then this bold mameluke drew his trusty chibouque
With a cry of "Allah Akbar!"
And with murderous intent, he ferociously went
For Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

They parried and thrust and they side-stepped and cussed
'Till their blood would have filled a great pot.
The philologist blokes, who seldom crack jokes,
Say that hash was first made on that spot.

They fought all that night, 'neath the pale yellow moon;
The din, it was heard from afar;
And great multitudes came, so great was the fame
of Abdul and Ivan Skivar.

As Abdul's long knife was extracting the life -
In fact, he was shouting "Huzzah!" - -
He felt himself struck by that wily Kalmuck,
Count Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

The sultan drove by in his red-breasted fly,
Expecting the victor to cheer;
But he only drew nigh to hear the last sigh
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir.

Czar Petrovich, too, in his spectacles blue
Rode up in his new crested car.
He arrived just in time to exchange a last line
With Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

A loud-sounding splash from the Danube was heard
Resounding o'er meadows afar;
It came from the sack fitting close to the back
Of Ivan Skavinsky Skovar.

There's a tomb rises up where the blue Danube flows;
Engraved there in characters clear;
"Ah stranger, when passing, please pray for the soul
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir."

A Muscovite maiden her lone vigil keeps,
'Neath the light of the pale polar star;
And the name that she murmurs as oft as she weeps
Is Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

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JOHNNY VERBECK

Once there was a Dutchman, his name
was Johnny Verbeck\
He was a dealer in sausages and sauerkraut and spec
Johnny owned a meat shop;
the finest ever seen,
And one day he invented a sausages machine.

Chorus:

Oh, Mr. Mr. Johnny Verbeck
How could you be so mean
I'd told you you'd be sorry for
Inventing that machine.
Now all the neighbor's cats and
dogs will never more be seen.
They'll all be ground to sausages
In Johnny Verbeck's machine. Bang

One day a little Dutch boy came
walking in the store.
He bought a pound of sausages and
laid them on the floor.
The boy began to whistle, he
whistled up a tune,
All the little sausages went dancing
around the room.

(Chorus)

One day the machine got busted;
the darn thing wouldn't go,
So Johnny Verbeck, he crawled inside
To see what made it so.
His wife she had a nightmare, and
walking in her sleep,
She gave the crank a heck of a yank
and Johnny Verbeck was meat.

(Chorus)

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The Wreck of Old '97


[A] They give him his orders at [D] Monroe, Virginia,
Sayin', [A] "Steve, you're way behind [E7] time
This is [A] not 38, but it's Old [D] 97
You must [A] put her in [E7] Spencer on [A] time."

Then he look around and said to his black, greasy fireman
"Just shovel on a little more coal
And when we cross that White Oak Mountain
You can watch Old 97 roll."

Fiddle break:

It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville
In a line on a three-mile grade
It was on that grade that he lost his airbrakes
Oh, you see what a jump he made.

Guitar break:

He was goin' down grade making 90 miles an hour
When his whistle broke into a scream
He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle
And was scalded to death by the steam.

Fiddle break:

Now ladies, you must take warning
>From this time on and learn
Never speak harsh words to your true love or husband
He may leave you and never return.

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Casey Jones

Come all you rounders for I want you to hear
The story of a brave engineer
Casey Jones was the rounder's name
On an eight six-wheeler, boys, he won his fame

Now the caller called Casey 'bout half-past four
He kissed his wife at the station door
He mounted to the cabin with his orders in his hand
Said; "I'm gonna take my trip to the promised land"

Casey Jones mounted to the cabin
Casey Jones with his orders in his hand
Casey Jones mounted to the cabin
Said;"I'm gonna take tke my trip to the promised land

Pour on the water boys, shobel on the coal
Stick your head out the window, see the drivers roll
Gonna run her 'til she leaves the rail
'Cause I'm nine hours late with the western mail

Now Casey passed out of South Memphis on the fly
Heard the fireman say " Boy, you got a white-eye "
The switchman knew by the engine's moan
That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones

* Refrain

Now Casey got to that certain place
Old number nine stared him straight in the face
He said to fireman " Boy, you better jump
Cause there's two locomotives and they're bound to bump"

Well, Mrs.Casay Jones, she sat there on the bed
She got the telegram that her poor husband was dead
She said; "Go to bed children, and hush your crying
'Cause you got another papa on the Salt Lake line"

* Refrain

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Cool Water

1. All day I face the barren waste
Without the taste of water, cool water
Old Dan and I with throats burned dry
And souls that cry for water, cool, clear, water

CHORUS
Keep a-movin' Dan don't ya listen to him Dan
He's a devil of a man and he spreads the burning sand with water
Dan can you see that big green tree
Where the water's running free
And it's waiting there for you and me?

2. The nights are cool and I'm a fool
Each star's a pool of water, cool water
But with the dawn I'll wake and yawn
And carry on to water, cool, clear, water

3. The shadows sway and seem to say
Tonight we pray for water, cool, water
And way up there He'll hear our prayer
And show us where there's water, cool, clear, water

4. Dan's feet are sore he's yearning for
Just one thing more than water, cool, water
Like me I guess he'd like to rest
Where there's no quest for water, cool, clear, water

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Tumbling Tumbleweeds
by Bob Nolan


Prelude:
I'm a roaming cowboy, riding all day long
Tumbleweeds around me sing their lonely song.
Nights underneath a prairie moon,
I ride alone and sing a tune.

Chorus:
See them tumbling down,
Pledging their love to the ground,
Lonely but free I'll be found
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.
Cares of the past are behind,
Nowhere to go but I'll find
Just where the trail will wind,
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.
I know when night has gone that a new world's born at dawn,
I'll keep rolling along,
Deep in my heart is a song,
Here on the range I belong,
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.

Repeat from Chorus to end

Last time add:
G7 C Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.

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The Old Lamp Lighter of Long Long ago


He made the night a little brighter
where ever he would go
the old lamp lighter of long long ago

His snowy hair was so much brighter
under the lamps glow
the old lamp lighter of long long ago

If there were sweethearts in the park
he'd pass the light and leave it dark
His smile would hide a broken heart you see
For he recalls when days were new
He loved someone who loved him, too
who walks along with him in memory

He made the night a little brighter
where ever he would go
the old lamp lighter of long long ago

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Oh, Dem Golden Slippers


Oh, my golden slippers are laid away
Cause I don't spect to were'em till my wedding day
And my long tall coat that I love so well
I will wear up in the chariot in the morn
And my long white robe that I bought last June
I'm gonna get changed cause it fits too soon
And the old grey horse that I used to drive
I will hitch him to the chariot in the morn

Oh, them golden slippers
Oh, them golden slippers
Golden slippers I'm gonna wear
Because they look so near
Oh, them golden slippers
Oh, them golden slippers
Golden slippers I'm a gonna wear
To walk the golden street

Oh, my ol' banjo hangs on the wall
Cause it ain't been turned since way last fall
But the folks all say we'll have a good time
When we ride up in the chariot in the morn
There's old Brother Ben and his sister Luce
They will telegraph the news to Uncle Bacco Juice
What a great camp meeting there will be that day
When we ride up in the chariot in the morn

* Refrain

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PLAYMATES

Kay Kyser

Playmate come out and play with me
And bring your dollies three,
Climb up my apple tree,
Look down my rain barrel,
Slide down my cellar door,
and we'll be jolly friends forever more

She couldn't come out and play,
It was a sunny day
With tearful eye, she breathed a sigh
And I could hear her say,

I'm sorry, playmate,
I cannot play with you
My dollies have the flu,
Boo-hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Ain't got no rain barrel,
Ain't got no cellar door
But we'll be jolly friends, forever more

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School Days, School Days


School days, school days
Dear old golden rule days
Reading and writing and 'rithmatic
All to the tune of a hickory stick

You were my queen in Calico
I was your barefoot bashful beau
And you wrote on my slate, "I love you so."
When we were a couple of kids.

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There Is A Tavern In the Town


There Is A Tavern In the Town, In the Town
Where my true love sits him down, sits him down
And he drinks his wine just as merry as can be
and never never thinks of me

(Chorus)
Fare the well for I must leave thee
Do not let my parting greive thee
and remember that the best of friends must part, must part

Adeiu adieu kind friend adieu, yes adieu
I can no longer stay with you, stay with you
so I hang my harp (heart) on a weeping willow tree
And may the world go well with thee
(and never never think of me)


He left me for a damsel dark, damsel dark
Each Friday night they used to spark, used to spark
and now my love, who once was true to me
takes this damsel on his knee.

(Chorus)

Oh, Dig my grave both wide and deep, wide and deep.
Put tombstones at my head and feet, head and feet.
and on my breast you may carve a turtle dove
to signify I died for love.


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Daisy Daisy (A Bicycle Built For Two)


Daisy Daisy, give me your answer , do
I'm half crazy all for the Love (likes) of you
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet
Upon the seat
of a bicycle built for two
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The Sidewalks of New York


East side, west side
All Around the town
The tots paly "ring around Rosie"
"London Bridge's falling down"
Boys and girls together
Me and Mamie O'Rourke
Trip the light fantastic on the sidewalks of New York

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Old Rugged Cross


On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame;
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.

Refrain
So Iíll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.

O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for me;
For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary.

Refrain

In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
A wondrous beauty I see,
For ítwas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,
To pardon and sanctify me.

Refrain

To the old rugged cross I will ever be true;
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then Heíll call me some day to my home far away,
Where His glory forever Iíll share.

Refrain

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REDWING

There once was an Indian maid
A shy little prairie maid
Who sang away, a love song gay
While on the prairies she whiled away the day
She loved a warrior bold
This shy little maid of old
But brave and gay he rode away
To a battle far away.

(Chorus)
Now the moon shines tonight on pretty Redwing
The breezes sighing, the night birds crying
The moon shines bright on pretty Redwing
Her brave is sleeping, and Redwing's weeping
Her heart away.

She watched for him day and night
She kept the camp fires bright
And under the skies each night she would lay
And dream about his coming by and by
But when all the braves returned
The heart of Redwing yearned
For far far away her warrior gay
Fell bravely in the fray

Repeat chorus.



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TOO HIGH, TOO WIDE, TOO LOW

CA 1948
Tim Spencer
Performed by the Sons of the Pioneers


(verse 1)
Good morning brother pilgrims
how do
Tell me where you're bound
do tell
Tell me if you're heading for some far enchanted ground

(Chorus 1)
My Lord, it's so high
you can't get over it so wide
you can't get 'round it
so l-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-w
you can't get under it
You must come in at the door

(verse 2)
Now the Baptists go by water
ships ahoy
The Methodists go by land
can't sail
I'll get there by the grace of God and we'll all go hand in hand

(chorus 2)
My Lord, it's too high
you can't get over it
too wide
you can't get 'round it
too low
you can't get under it
You must come in at the door

(verse 3)
Now the Heavely crew's at work
hard work
Morning, noon and night
no rest
If you see a sinner on the wrong road brother, put him on the road that's right

(chorus 1)

(verse 4)
I told you once, fool sinner
yes sir
and now I tell you twice
two times!
You can't get to Heaven through the open door playing cards and dice

(chorus 2)

(verse 5)
Did you hear me, brother pilgrim?
uh huh
Keep it well in mind
will do
Lift your head, and don't look back and up to the bright door climb.

(chorus 1 & 2)

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I'M LOOKING OVER A FOUR LEAF CLOVER

Art Mooney
- words by Mort Dixon, music by Harry Woods
- written in 1927
- popularized in 1948 by Art Mooney

I'm looking over a four-leaf clover
That I overlooked before
One leaf is sunshine, the second is rain
Third is the roses that grow in the lane

No need explaining, the one remaining
Is somebody I adore
I'm looking over a four-leaf clover
That I overlooked before
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By the Light of the Silvery Moon


Verse 1
Place Park, scene dark,
Silvery moon is shing' thro' the trees;
Cast two, me, you,
Sound of kisses floating on the breeze;
Act one, begun,
Dialogue "Where would you like to spoon?"
My cue, with you, underneath the silvery moon...

Chorus:
By the Light of the Silvery Moon,
I want to spoon,
To my honey I'll croon love's tune.
Honeymoon, keep a-shinin' in June,
Your silv'ry beams will bring love' dreams.
We'll be cuddling soon,
By the silvery moon.

Verse2
Act two, scene new,
Roses blooming all around the place;
Cast three, you, me
Preacher with a solemn looking face.
Choir sings, bell rings,
Preacher, "You are wed forever more"
Act two, all through, ev'ry night the same encore.

Chorus
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The Red River Valley


Vs.1
From this valley they say you are going,
We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile;
For they say your are taking th sunshine
That has brightened our pathways awhile.

Chorus:
Come and sit by my side, if you love me,
Do not hasten to bid me adieu,
Just remember the Red River Valley
And the cowboy who loved you so true.

Vs.2
I've been thinking a long time, my Darling,
Of the sweet words you never would say,
Now, alas, must my fond hopes all vanish?
For they say your are going away.

Chorus

Vs.3
Do you think of the valley you're leaving?
O, how lonely and how dreary it will be.
Do you think of the kind hearts you're breaking?
And the pain you are causing to me?

Chorus

Vs.4
They will bury me where you have wandered,
Near the hills where the daffodills grow,
When you're gone from the Red River Valley,
For I can't live without you, I know.

Last Chorus


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Yes! We Have No Bananas

1923
Words and Music by Frank Silver and Irving Cohn

4-Bar Intro

Verse 1

THERE'S A FRUIT STORE ON OUR STREET, IT'S RUN BY A GREEK
AND HE KEEPS GOOD THINGS TO EAT, BUT YOU SHOULD HEAR HIM SPEAK.
WHEN YOU ASK HIM AN-Y-THING NE-VER AN-SWERS "NO"
HE JUST "YES-SES" YOU TO DEATH AND AS HE TAKES YOUR DOUGH HE TELLS YOU;

Verse 2

BUS-'NESS GOT S GOOD WITH HIM HE WROTE HOME TO SAY,
"SEND ME PETE AND NICK AND JIM, I NEED HELP RIGHT A-WAY.
WHEN HE GOT THEM IN THE STORE THERE WAS FUN, YOU BET,
SOME-ONE ASKED FOR "SPAR-ROW-GRASS"
AND THEN THE WHOLE QUAR-TETTE ALL ANS-WERED:

Chorus

YES! WE HAVE NO BA-NA-NAS, WE HAVE NO BA-NA-NAS TO-DAY.
WE'VE STRING-BEANS AND HON-IONS, CAB-BAH-GES AND SCAL-LIONS
AND ALL KINDS OF FRUIT AND SAY
WE HAVE AN OLD FASH-IONED TO-MAH-TO, LONG IS-LAND PO-TAH-TO
BUT YES! WE HAVE NO BA-NA-NAS, WE HAVE NO BA-NA-NAS TO-DAY.


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When You Were Sweet Sixteen

1898
Words and Music by James Thornton

Sheet Music Cover and Music Pages

Verse 1

WHEN FIRST I SAW THE LOVE-LIGHT IN YOUR EYE,
AND HEARD THY VOICE, LIKE SWEET-EST MEL-O-DY,
SPEAK WORDS OF LOVE TO MY EN-RAP-TUR'D SOUL.
THE WORLD HAD NAUGHT BUT JOY IN STORE FOR ME.
E'EN THOUGH WE'RE DRIFT-ING DOWN LIFE'S STREAM A-PART,
YOUR FACE I STILL CAN SEE IN DREAM'S DO-MAIN;
I KNOW THAT IT WOULD EASE MY BREAK-ING HEART,
TO HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS JUST ONCE A-GAIN.

Chorus 1

I LOVE YOU AS I NEV-ER LOVED BE-FORE,
SINCE FIRST I MET YOU ON THE VIL-LAGE GREEN.
COME TO ME OR MY DREAM OF LOVE IS O'ER,
I LOVE YOU AS I LOVED YOU, WHEN YOU WERE SWEET.
WHEN YOU WERE SWEET SIX-TEEN.

Verse 2

LAST NIGHT I DREAMT I HELD YOUR HAND IN MINE,
AND ONCE A-GAIN YOU WERE MY HAP-PY BRIDE.
I KISS'D YOU AS I DID IN AULD LANG SYNE,
AS IN THE CHURCH WE WAN-DER'D SIDE BY SIDE.
THE LOVE I BEAR FOR YOU CAN NEV-ER DIE;
WITH-OUT YOU, I HAD RATHER PUT LOVE HERE;
AND, EV-EN THO' WE NEV-ER MEET A-GAIN,
I LOVE YOU AS THE SUN-SHINE LOVES THE MORN.

Chorus 2

I LOVE YOU AS I NEV-ER LOVED BE-FORE,
SINCE FIRST I MET YOU ON THE VIL-LAGE GREEN.
COME TO ME OR MY DREAM OF LOVE IS O'ER,
I LOVE YOU AS I LOVED YOU, WHEN YOU WERE SWEET,
WHEN YOU WERE SWEET SIX-TEEN.

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ON THE BANKS OF THE WABASH


1899
Words and Music by Paul Dresser (Info)
Original Sheet Music

(INDIANA STATE SONG)
4-BAR INTRO

Verse 1

'ROUND MY IN-DI-AN-A HOME-STEAD WAVE THE CORN-FIELDS,
IN THE DIS-TANCE LOOM THE WOOD-LANDS CLEAR AND COOL.
OF-TEN TIMES MY THOUGHTS RE-VERT TO SCENES OF CHILD-HOOD,
WHERE I FIRST RE-CEIVED MY LES-SONS, NA-TURE'S SCHOOL,
BUT ONE THING THERE IS MISS-ING IN THE PIC-TURE,
WITH-OUT HER FACE IT SEEMS SO IN-COM-PLETE.
I LONG TO SEE MY MOTH-ER IN THE DOOR-WAY,
AS SHE STOOD THERE YEARS A-GO, HER BOY TO GREET

Chorus 1
OH, THE MOON-LIGHT'S FAIR TO-NIGHT A-LONG THE WA-BASH,
FROM THE FIELDS THERE COMES THE BREATH OF NEW-MOWN HAY.
THROUGH THE SYC-A-MORES, THE CAN-DLE-LIGHTS ARE GLEAM-ING,
ON THE BANKS OF THE WA-BASH, FAR A-WAY

Verse 2

MAN-Y YEARS HAVE PASSED SINCE I STROLLED BY THE RI-VER,
ARM IN ARM WITH SWEET-HEART MAR-Y BY MY SIDE.
IT WAS THERE I TRIED TO TELL HER THAT I LOVED HER,
IT WAS THERE I BEGGED OF HER TO BE MY BRIDE.
LONG YEARS HAVE PASSED SINCE I STROLLED THRO' THE CHURCH-YARD,
SHE'S SLEEP-ING THERE, MY AN-GEL MAR-Y DEAR.
I LOVED HER BUT SHE THOUGHT I DID-'NT MEAN IT,
STILL, I GIVE MY FU-TURE WERE SHE ON-LY HERE

Chorus 2

OH, THE MOON-LIGHT'S FAIR TO-NIGHT A-LONG THE WA-BASH,
FROM THE FIELDS THERE COMES THE BREATH OF NEW-MOWN HAY.
THROUGH THE SYC-A-MORES, THE CAN-DLE-LIGHTS ARE GLEAM-ING,
ON THE BANKS OF THE WA-BASH, FAR A-WAY


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MY WILD IRISH ROSE



Words and Music by Chauncey Olcott
1899 8-Bar In
tro Verse 1

IF YOU LIS-TEN, I'LL SING YOU A SWEET LIT-TLE SONG
OF A FLOW-ER THAT'S NOW DROOPED AND DEAD.
YET DEAR-ER TO ME, YES, THAN ALL OF ITS MATES,
THO' EACH HOLDS A-LOFT ITS PROUD HEAD.
'TWAS GIV-EN TO ME BY A GIRL THAT I KNOW,
SINCE WE'VE MET, FAITH, I'VE KNOWN NO RE-POSE,
SHE IS DEAR-ER BY FAR THAN THE WORLD'S BRIGHT-EST STAR,
AND I CALL HER MY WILD I- RISH ROSE.

Verse 2
THEY MAY SING OF THEIR ROS-ES WHICH BY OTH-ER NAMES,
WOULD SMELL JUST AS SWEET-LY, THEY SAY,
BUT I KNOW THAT MY ROSE WOULD NEV-ER CON-SENT
TO HAVE THAT SWEET NAME TAK-EN A-WAY.
HER GLANC-ES ARE SHY WHEN E'ER I PASS BY
THE BOW-ER WHERE MY TRUE LOVE GROWS,
AND MY ONE WISH HAS BEEN THAT SOME DAY I MAY WIN
THE HEART OF MY WILD I- RISH ROSE.

Chorus

MY WILD I- RISH ROSE, THE SWEET-EST FLOW'R THAT GROWS,
YOU MAY SEARCH EV-'RY-WHERE, BUT NONE CAN COM-PARE,
WITH MY WILD I-RISH ROSE.
MY WILD I- RISH ROSE, THE DEAR-EST FLOW'R THAT GROWS,
AND SOME DAY FOR MY SAKE, SHE MAY LET ME TAKE
THE BLOOM FROM MY WILD I-RISH ROSE.

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IN THE SHADE OF THE OLD APPLE TREE

1905
Words by Harry H. Williams Music by Egbert Van Alstyne (Info)

IN THE SHADE OF THE OLD AP-PLE TREE,
WHERE THE LOVE IN YOUR EYES I COULD SEE,
WHEN THE VOICE THAT I HEARD, LIKE THE SONG OF THE BIRD,
SEEM'D TO WHIS-PER SWEET MU-SIC TO ME;
G I COULD HEAR THE DULL BUZZ OF THE BEE,
IN THE BLOS-SOMS AS YOU SAID TO ME,
WITH A HEART THAT IS TRUE, I'LL BE WAIT-ING FOR YOU,
IN THE SHADE OF THE OLD AP-PLE TREE.
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I'M FOREVER BLOWING BUBBLES

1919
By Jaan Kenbrovin and John William Kellette
Original Sheet Music

8-Bar Intro
Verse 1

I'M DREAM-ING DREAMS, I'M SCHEM-ING SCHEMES, I'M BUILD-ING CAS-TLES HIGH
THEY'RE BORN A-NEW, THEIR DAYS ARE FEW, JUST LIKE A SWEET BUT-TER-FLY
AND AS THE DAY-LIGHT IS DAWN-ING, THEY COME A-GAIN IN THE MORN-ING

Verse 2
WHEN SHAD-OWS CREEP, WHEN I'M A-SLEEP, TO LANDS OF HOPE I STRAY
THEN AT DAY-BREAK WHEN I AWAKE, MY BLUE-BIRD FLUT-TERS A-WAY.
"HAP-PI-NESS YOU SEEM SO NEAR ME, HAP-PI-NESS COME FORTH AND CHEER ME".

Chorus

I'M FOR-EV-ER BLOW-ING BUB-BLES, PRET-TY BUB-BLES IN THE AIR
THEY FLY SO HIGH, NEAR-LY REACH THE SKY ,
THEN LIKE MY DREAMS THEY FADE AND DIE
FOR-TUNE'S AL-WAYS HID-ING, I'VE LOOKED EV-'RY-WHERE
I'M FOR-EV-ER BLOW-ING BUB-BLES, PRET-TY BUB-BLES IN THE AIR.

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HARRIGAN

1907
Words and Music by George M. Cohan (Info)

Verse 1

WHO IS THE MAN WHO WILL SPEND OR WILL EV-EN LEND?
HAR-RI-GAN, THAT'S ME!
WHO IS YOUR FRIEND WHEN YOU FIND THAT YOU NEED A FRIEND?
HAR-RI-GAN, THAT'S ME!
FOR I'M JUST AS PROUD OF MY NAME YOU SEE,
AS AN EM-PER-OR, CZAR OR A KING, COULD BE
WHO IS THE MAN HELPS A MAN EV-'RY TIME HE CAN?

HAR-RI-GAN, THAT'S ME! Verse 2

WHO IS THE MAN NEV-ER STOOD FOR A GAD-A-BOUT?
HAR-RI-GAN, THAT'S ME!
WHO IS THE MAN THAT THE TOWN'S SIM-PLY MAD A-BOUT?
HAR-RI-GAN, THAT'S ME!
THE LA-DIES AND BA-BIES ARE FOND OF ME,
I'M FOND OF THEM, TOO, IN RE-TURE YOU SEE,
WHO IS THE GENT THAT'S DE-SER-VING A MON-U-MENT?
HAR-RI-GAN, THAT'S ME!

Chorus

"H" "A" DOU-BLE "R" "I", G-A-N SPELLS HAR-RI-GAN
PROUD OF ALL THE I-RISH BLOOD THAT'S IN ME,
DIV-IL A MAN CAN SAY A WORD A-GIN ME.
"H" "A" DOU-BLE "R" "I", G-A-N YOU SEE,
IS A NAME THAT A SHAME NEV-ER HAS BEEN CON-NECT-ED WITH
HAR-RI-GAN, THAT'S ME!

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A Bird In A Gilded Cage


1900
Words by Arthur J. Lamb Music by Harry Von Tilzer
Verse 1

THE BALL-ROOM WAS FILLED WITH FASH-IONS THRONG,
IT SHONE WITH A THOU-SAND LIGHTS,
AND THERE WAS A WO-MAN WHO PASSED A-LONG,
THE FAIR-EST OF ALL THE SIGHTS,
A GIRL TO HER LOV-ER THEN SOFT-LY SIGHED,
THERE'S RICH-ES AT HER COM-MAND;
BUT SHE MAR-RIED FOR WEALTH, NOT FOR LOVE HE CRIED,
THOUGH SHE LIVES IN A MAN-SION GRAND.

Chorus

SHE'S ON-LY A BIRD IN A GILD-ED CAGE,
A BEAU-TI-FUL SIGHT TO SEE,
YOU MAY THINK SHE'S HAP-PY AND FREE FROM CARE,
SHE'S NOT, THOUGH SHE SEEMS TO BE,
'TIS SAD WHEN YOU THINK OF HER WAST-ED LIFE,
FOR YOUTH CAN-NOT MATE WITH AGE,
AND HER BEAU-TY WAS SOLD, FOR AN OLD MANS GOLD,
SHE'S A BIRD IN A GILD-ED CAGE

Verse 2

I STOOD IN A CHURCH-YARD JUST AT EVE',
WHEN SUN-SET A-DORNED THE WEST,
AND LOOKED AT THE PEO-PLE WHO'D COME TO GRIEVE,
FOR LOVED ONES NOW LAID AT REST,
A TALL MAR-BLE MON-U-MENT MARKED THE GRAVE,
OF ONE WHO'D BEEN FASH-IONS QUEEN,
AND I THOUGHT SHE IS HAP-PI-ER HERE AT REST,
THAN TO HAVE PEO-PLE SAY WHEN SEEN.

Chorus

SHE'S ON-LY A BIRD IN A GILD-ED CAGE,
A BEAU-TI-FUL SIGHT TO SEE,
YOU MAY THINK SHE'S HAP-PY AND FREE FROM CARE,
SHE'S NOT, THOUGH SHE SEEMS TO BE,
'TIS SAD WHEN YOU THINK OF HER WAST-ED LIFE,
FOR YOUTH CAN-NOT MATE WITH AGE,
AND HER BEAU-TY WAS SOLD, FOR AN OLD MANS GOLD,
SHE'S A BIRD IN A GILD-ED CAGE.

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IF YOU KNOW SUSIE


Verse 1

I HAVE GOT A SWEET-IE KNOW AS SU-SIE
IN THE WORDS OF SHAKE-SPEARE SHE'S A "WOW".
THOUGH ALL OF YOU MAY KNOW HER, TOO
I'D LIKE TO SHOUT RIGHT NOW

Verse 2

SU-ZIE HAS A PER-FECT REP-U-TA-TION
NO ONE EV-ER SAW HER ON A SPREE
NO-BO-DY KNOWS WHERE SU-SIE GOES
NO-BO-DY KNOWS BUT ME

CHORUS 1

IF YOU KNEW SU-SIE LIKE I KNOW SU-SIE,
OH! OH! OH! WHAT A GIRL!
THERE'S NONE SO CLAS-SY AS THIS FAIR LAS-SIE
OH! OH! HO-LY MO-SES! WHAT A CHAS-SIS!
WE WENT RI-DING. SHE DID-NT BALK
BACK FROM YON-KERS I'M THE ONE THAT HAD TO WALK!
IF YOU KNEW SU-SIE LIKE I KNOW SU-SIE
OH! OH! WHAT A GIRL

CHORUS 2

IF YOU KNEW SU-SIE LIKE I KNOW SU-SIE,
OH! OH! OH! WHAT A GIRL!
SHE WEARS LONG TRESS-ES AND NICE TIGHT DRESS-ES
OH! OH! WHAT A FU-TURE SHE POS-SES-SES,
OUT IN PUB-LIC HOW SHE CAN YAWN
IN A PAR-LOR YOU WOULD THINK THE WAR WAS ON
IF YOU KNEW SU-SIE LIKE I KNOW SU-SIE
OH! OH! WHAT A GIRL

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Tie Me To Your Apron Strings Again


1925
Words By Joe Goodwin Music By Larry Shay

8-Bar Intro
Verse 1
LIKE A KID WHO STAYS A-WAY FROM SCHOOL,
I LEFT TO ROAM, PLAYED HOOK-EY FROM HOME SWEET HOME.
I'VE BEEN LIKE MOST AN-Y OTH-ER FOOL,
WHO GOES A-WAY TO STRAY THAT'S WHY I SAY,

Verse 2

I SEARCHED ALL A-ROUND FOR HAP-PI-NESS,
'TWAS NEV-ER FOUND UN-TIL I WAS HOME-WARD BOUND.
IS IT AN-Y WON-DER I CON-FESS,
I'LL START MY LIFE A-NEW OLD PAL WITH YOU

Chorus

TIE ME TO YOUR A-PRON STRINGS A-GAIN,
I KNOW THERE'S ROOM FOR ME UP-ON YOUR KNEE.
BRING BACK ALL THOSE HAP-PY HOURS WHEN,
YOU KISSED MY TEARS A-WAY FROM DAY TO DAY,
I THOUGHT THAT I WAS RIGHT, BUT I WAS WRONG,
PLEASE TAKE ME BACK TO-NIGHT WHERE I BE-LONG,
SING A CRA-DLE SONG TO ME AND THEN,
WON'T YOU TIE ME TO YOUR A-PRON STRINGS A-GAIN





OLD BLACK JOE


By Stephen C. Foster
(1826-1864)

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 their 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."

Chorus

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."

Chorus

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Hand me down, my walkin cane,


Hand me down, my walkin cane,
Hand me down, my walkin cane, I'm gonna leave
on the midnight train,
All my sins are taken away

Hand me down, my bottle of corn,
Hand me down, my bottle of corn,
Hand me down, my bottle of corn, gonna get
drunk, sure as you're born,
All my sins are taken away.

I got drunk and thrown in jail,
I got drunk and thrown in jail,
I got drunk and thrown in jail, c'mon mamma won't
you go my bail.
All my sins are taken away.

If I'da listened to what mamma said,
If I'da listened to what mamma said,
If I'da listened to what mamma said, I'd be home
in a feather bed,
All my sins are taken away.

Hand me down, my walkin cane,
Hand me down, my walkin cane,
Hand me down, my walkin cane, I'm gonna leave
on the midnight train,
All my sins are taken away.

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TENNESSEE WALTZ


(VERSE 1)
I was dancin' with my darlin to the Tennessee Waltz
When an old friend I happened to see.
I introduced him to my darlin' and while they were dancin'
my friend stole my sweetheart from me.

(CHORUS 1)
I remember the night and the Tennessee Waltz
'cause I know just how much I have lost
Yes I lost my little darlin' the night they were playin'
That beautiful Tennessee Waltz

(solo, same as a verse)
(CHORUS 1) or CHORUS 1 alone again
(VERSE 2)
Now I wonder how a dance like the Tennessee Waltze
Could have broken my heart so complete
Well I couldn't blame my darlin', and who could help fallin'
In love with my darlin' so sweet

(CHORUS 2)
Well it must be the fault of the Tennessee Waltz
Wish I'd known just how much it would cost
But I didn't see it commin', it's all over but the cryin'
Blame it all on the Tennessee Waltz
(solo, same as a verse)
(CHORUS 2)


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While Strolling Through The Park One Day
(In The Merry Month Of May)


By Ed Haley
Piano: Brent Bailey

While strolling through the park
one day,
In the merry merry month of May;
I was taken by surprise,
By a pair of roguish eyes,
In a moment my poor heart
was stole away.
A smile was all she gave to me.
-
Of course we were as happy as can be,
-
Ah! I immediately raised my hat,
And finally she remarked;
I never shall forget,
That lovely afternoon,
I met her at the fountain in the park.

While strolling through the park
one day,
In the merry month of May;
I was taken by surprise,
By a pair of roguish eyes,
In a moment my poor heart
was stole away.
A smile was all she gave to me.
-
Of course we were as happy as can be,
-
Ah! I immediately raised my hat,
And finally she remarked;
I never shall forget,
That lovely afternoon,
I met her at the fountain in the park.

The End
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IN THE GOOD OLD SUMMER TIME

Verse 1
THERE'S A TIME IN EACH YEAR THAT WE AL-WAYS HOLD DEAR,
GOOD OLD SUM-MER TIME;
WITH THE BIRDS AND THE TREES-ES AND SWEET SCENT-ED BREE-ZES,
GOOD OLD SUM-MER TIME,
WHEN YOUR DAY'S WORK IS OV-ER THEN YOU ARE IN CLOV-ER,
Bb AND LIFE IS ONE BEAU-TI-FUL RHYME,
NO TROU-BLE AN-NOY-ING, EACH ONE IS EN-JOY-ING,
THE GOOD OLD SUM-MER TIME.

Verse 2
TO SWIM IN THE POOL, YOU'S PLAY "HOOKY" FROM SCHOOL,
GOOD OLD SUM-MER TIME;
YOU'D PLAY "RING-A-ROS-IE" WITH JIM, KATE AND JOS-IE,
GOOD OLD SUM-MER TIME,
THOSE DAYS FULL OF PLEAS-URE WE NOW FOND-LY TREAS-URE,
WHEN WE NEV-ER THOUGHT IT A CRIME,
TO GO STEAL-ING CHER-RIES, WITH FACE BROWN AS BER-RIES,
GOOD OLD SUM-MER TIME.

Chorus

IN THE GOOD OLD SUM-MER TIME, IN THE GOOD OLD SUM-MER TIME,
STROLL-ING THRO' THE SHA-DY LANES, WITH YOUR BA-BY MINE;
YOU HOLD HER HAND AND SHE HOLDS YOURS AND THAT'S A VE-RY GOOD SIGN
THAT SHE'S YOUR TOOT-SEY WOOT-SEY IN THE GOOD OLD SUM-MER TIME.

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MEET ME IN ST. LOUIS

8-Bar Intro
Verse 1

WHEN LOU-IS CAME HOME TO THE FLAT,
HE HUNG UP HIS COAT AND HIS HAT,
HE GAZED ALL A-ROUND, BUT NO WIF-EY HE FOUND,
SO HE SAID "WHERE CAN FLOS-SIE BE AT?"
A NOTE ON THE TA-BLE HE SPIED,
HE READ IT JUST ONCE, THEN HE CRIED
IT RAN "LOU-IS DEAR, IT'S TOO SLOW FOR ME HERE
SO I THINK I WILL GO FOR A RIDE!"

Verse 2

THE DRESS-ES THAT HUNG IN THE HALL,
WERE GONE, SHE HAD TAK-EN THEM ALL,
SHE TOOK ALL HIS RINGS AND THE REST OF HIS THINGS,
THE PIC-TURE HE MISSED FROM THE WALL.
"WHAT MOV-ING?" THE JAN-I-TOR SAID,
"YOUR RENT IS PAID THREE MONTHS A-HEAD"
"WHAT GOOD IS THE FLAT?" SAID POOR LOU-IS, "READ THAT!"
AND THE JAN-I-TOR SMILED AS HEAD READ.

Chorus

MEET ME IN ST. LOU-IS, LOU-IS, MEET ME AT THE FAIR,
DON'T TELL ME THE LIGHTS ARE SHIN-ING A-NY PLACE BUT THERE,
WE WILL DANCE THE HOOCH-EE KOOCH-EE,
I WILL BE YOUR TOOT-SIE WOOT-SIE,
IF YOU WILL MEET ME IN ST. LOU-IS, LOU-IS,
MEET ME AT THE FAIR!"

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Beautiful Dreamer



Melody - Stephen C. Foster, 1825-1864

written a short time before his death

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!

Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea.
Mermaids are chaunting 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! :|


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My Old Kentucky Home



Melody - Stephen C. Foster, 1853 (1825-1864)

Oh, the sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home,
'Tis summer, the darkies are gay.
The corn top's ripe and the meadows 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 the Hard Times come a knocking at the door.
Then my old Kentucky home, goodnight!

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 darlies have to part,
Then my old Kentucky home, good night!

Chorus:

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 sugarcanes 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!

Chorus:

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