Chapter II: Part 2

Och, love is the soul of a neat Irishman;
He loves all that is lovely, loves all that he can;
With a sprig of shillelah, and shamrock so green.
His heart is good-humor’d, ’tis honest and sound,
No malice or hatred is there to be found;
He courts and he marries, he drinks and he fights
For love--all for love--for in that he delights,
With his sprig of shillelah, and shamrock so green.

Who has e’er had the luck to see Donnybrook fair?
An Irishman all in his glory is there,
With his sprig of shillelah and shamrock so green;
His clothes spick and span new, without e’er a speck,
A neat Barcelona tied round his neck;
He goes to his tent, and spends his half-crown,
He meets with a friend who for love knocks him down,
With his sprig of shillelah and shamrock so green.

At evening returning, as homeward he goes,
His heart, soft with whiskey, his head soft with blows,
From a sprig of shillelah and shamrock so green.
He meets with his Shelah, who, blushing a smile,
Cries, “Get you gone, Pat!” yet consents all the while.
To the priest soon they go, and nine months after that,
A fine baby cries, “How d’ye do, Father Pat?”
With your sprig of shillelah and shamrock so green?

“Bless the country!” says I, “that gave Patrick his birth,
Bless the land of the oak, and its neighboring earth,
Where grows the shillelah and shamrock so green.
May the sons of the Thames, the Tweed, and the Shannon,
Thrash the sons that would plant on their confines a cannon.
United and happy, at liberty’s shrine,
May the rose and the thistle long flourish and twine
Round a sprig of shillelah and shamrock so green.”

44
The Low Back’d Car.

When first I saw sweet Peggy,
’Twas on a market day;
A Low Back’d Car she drove, and sat
Upon a truss of hay.
But when that hay was blooming grass,
And deck’d with flowers of spring,
No flowers were there that could compare
With the lovely girl I sing,
As she sat in the Low Back’d Car, the man at the turnpike bar,
Good-natured old soul, never ask’d for his toll,
But look’d after the Low Back’d Car.

In battle’s wild commotion,
The proud and mighty Mars,
With hostile scythes, demands his tythes,
Of death in warlike scars;
But Peggy, peaceful goddess,
Has darts in her bright eye,
That knock men down in the market-town,
As right and left they fly;
As she sits in the Low Back’d Car, than battle more dangerous far,
For the doctor’s art, cannot cure the heart
That is hit from the Low Back’d Car.

Sweet Peggy round her car, sir,
Has strings of ducks and geese;
But the scores of hearts she slaughters,
By far outnumber these.
While she among her poultry sits,
Just like a turtle-dove,
Well worth the cage, I do engage,
Of the blooming God of Love.
As she sits in her Low Back’d Car, the lovers come from afar,
And envy the chickens that Peggy is picking,
As she rides in her Low Back’d Car.

I’d rather own that car, sir,
With Peggy by my side,
Than a coach and four, and gold galore,
With a lady for my bride.
For the lady would sit forninst me,
On a cushion made with taste,
While Peggy would sit beside me,
With my arm around her waist.
As we rode in that Low Back’d Car, to be married by Father Magar,
Oh, my heart would beat high at each glance of her eye,
As we rode in the Low Back’d Car.

45
Poor Old Maids.

Fourscore and four of us, poor old maids,
What will become of us, poor old maids?
Fourscore and four of us,
Without a penny in our purse,
What the deuce then can be worse, poor old maids?

Dress’d in yellow, pink, and blue, poor old maids,
Dress’d in yellow, pink, and blue, poor old maids,
Dress’d in yellow, pink, and blue,
Nursing cats is all we do,
Nursing cats is all we do, poor old maids.

All alone we go to bed, poor old maids,
All alone we go to bed, poor old maids,
All alone we go to bed,
And not a word to us is said,
And not a word to us is said, poor old maids.

We’re all in a willing mind, poor old maids,
We’re all in a willing mind, poor old maids,
We’re all in a willing mind,
If the men would be so kind,
As to wed the lame and blind, poor old maids.

And if there’s any in this room, poor old maids,
And if there’s any in this room, poor old maids,
And if there’s any in this room,
I hope they’ll marry very soon,
And enjoy life’s honeymoon, poor old maids.

46
O God! Preserve the Mariner.

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O God! preserve the mariner,
When o’er the troubled deep
The rolling thunder-lightning flash,
And howling tempests sweep;
When like a reed the tall mast shakes,
And human art is vain,
O God! restore the mariner
To home, dear home again.

The sailor’s wife sinks down to rest,
But dreams disturb her sleep,
She starts to hear the hollow wind,
And turns aside to weep;
She clasps her baby, and she prays,
Through tears, like falling rain,
“O God! restore the mariner,
To home, dear home again.”

The widow for her darling child,
Her bosom’s only joy,
Invokes the Power that rules the storm,
For blessings on her boy.
When ruin lurketh in the cloud,
And death sweeps o’er the main,
O God! restore the mariner,
To home, dear home again.

47
A Merry Gipsy Girl again.

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A merry Gipsy girl again,
I’m free to rove at will:
The woodlands wild, the meadows sweet,
The valley and the hill
How poor the proudest roof ye boast
To that high-arched dome,
Whose boundless circle makes me think
The whole wide world my home.
Here none can bar the free fresh air,
Nor mete out heaven’s light,
Nor make the glorious day appear
Too near akin to night.
Amid the beauties of the mead
My summer days are spent,
And joyfully the stars look down
Upon my Gipsy tent;
And joyfully the stars look down
Upon my Gipsy tent.

I wander freely as the fawn
Which hath not learnt to fear
The death-cry of the hunter’s voice
Resounding far and near;
And bounding through the woods
I feel as if I too could soar,
Bird-like, upon the wings of joy,
And sing for evermore!
Come out, ye pent-up toilers!
Come, from city dark and drear,
And see what gladness Nature has
In all her beauties here;
And ere ye seek your homes, ye’ll say,
Your time has well been spent,
And wish that all the world
Could be, one happy Gipsy tent;
And wish that all the world
Could be, one happy Gipsy tent.

48
Let Me Kiss Him for His Mother.

Let me kiss him for his mother,
Let me kiss his youthful brow;
I will love him for his mother,
And seek her blessing now.
Kind friends have soothed his pillow,
Have watch’d his every care;
Beneath the weeping willow,
Oh, lay him gently there.

CHORUS.

Sleep, dearest, sleep;
I love you as a brother;
Kind friends around you weep,
I’ve kiss’d you for your mother,

Let me kiss him for his mother,
What though left a stranger here?
She has loved him as none other,
I feel her blessing near.
Though cold that form lies sleeping,
Sweet angels watch around;
Dear friends are near thee weeping;
Oh, lay him gently down.
Sleep, dearest, sleep, &c.

Let me kiss him for his mother,
Or perchance a sister dear;
If a father or a brother,
I know their blessing’s here.
Then kiss him for his mother:
’Twill soothe her after-years;
Farewell, dear stranger brother,
Our requiem, our tears.
Sleep, dearest, sleep, &c.

49
My ain Fireside.

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Oh! I hae seen great anes, and sat in great ha’as,
’Mang Lords and mang Ladies, a’ cover’d wi’ braws,
At feasts made for Princes wi’ Princes I’ve been,
Whar the grand shine o’ splendor has dazzled my een,

CHORUS.

But a sight sae delightful I trow, I ne’er spied,
As the bonnie blithe blink o’ my ain fireside,
My ain fireside, my ain fireside, oh! sweet is the blink o’ my ain
fireside.

Ance mair, Heaven be praised, round my ain heart-some ingle,
Wi’ the friends o’ my youth, I cordially mingle;
Nae force now upon me to seem wae or glad,
I may laugh when I’m merry, and sigh when I’m sad.

_Chorus._--My ain fireside. &c.

Nae falsehood to dread, nae malice to fear,
But truth to delight me, and kindness to cheer;
O’ a’ the roads to pleasure that ever were tried,
There’s nane half so sure as ain’s ain fireside.

_Chorus._--My ain fireside. &c.

50
The Indian Warrior’s Grave.

Green is the grave by the wild dashing river,
Where sleeps the brave with his arrows and quiver
Where in his pride he roved in his childhood
Fought he, and died, in the depths of the wildwood.

In the lone dell, while his wigwam defending,
Nobly he fell ’neath the hazel-boughs bending;
Where the pale foe and he struggled together,
Who from his bow tore his swift-arrow’d feather.

Ere the next noon the bold warrior was buried;
And ere a moon his tribe westward had hurried.
But a rude cross, with its rough-chiseled numbers,
Half hid in moss, tells the red warrior slumbers.

Indian Hunter.

Oh, why does the white man follow my path, like the hound on the
tiger’s track?
Does the flush of my dark cheek waken his wrath? does he covet the
bow at my back?
He has rivers and seas, where the billows and breeze
Bear riches for him alone--
And the sons of the wood, never plunge in the flood,
Which the white man calls his own.
Yha, yha!

Then why should he come to the streams where none but the red skin
dare to swim?
Why, why should he wrong the hunter? one who never did harm to him!
Yha, yha, yha!

The Father above thought fit to give to the white man corn
and wine--
There are golden fields where he may live, but the forest shades
are mine.
The eagle hath its place of rest, the wild horse where to dwell,
And the spirit that gave the bird its nest, made me a home as well.
Yha, yha!

Then back! go back! from the red man’s track, for the red man’s
eyes are dim,
To find that the white man wrongs the one who never did harm to him.
Yha, yha, yha!

51
Molly Bawn.

Oh, Molly Bawn, why leave me pining,
Or lonely waiting here for you--
While the stars above are brightly shining,
Because they have nothing else to do.
The flowers late were open keeping,
To try a rival blush with you,
But their mother, Nature, kept them sleeping,
With their rosy faces wash’d in dew.
Oh, Molly, &c.

The pretty flowers were made to bloom, dear,
And the pretty stars were made to shine;
The pretty girls were made for the boys, dear,
And may be you were made for mine.
The wicked watch dog here is snarling--
He takes me for a thief, d’ye see?
For he knows I’d steal you, Molly, darling,
And then transported I should be.
Oh, Molly, &c.

Norah, the Pride of Kildare.

As beauteous as Flora is charming young Norah,
The joy of my heart and the Pride of Kildare,
I ne’er will deceive her, for sadly ’twould grieve her,
To find that I sigh’d for another less fair.

CHORUS.

Her heart with truth teeming, her eye with smiles beaming,
What mortal could injure a blossom so fair.
Oh, Norah, dear Norah, the Pride of Kildare.

Where e’er I may be, love, I’ll ne’er forget thee, love,
Though beauties may smile and try to ensnare,
Yet nothing shall ever, my heart from thine sever,
Dear Norah, sweet Norah, the Pride of Kildare.

52
The Hazel Dell.

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In the Hazel Dell my Nelly’s sleeping,
Nelly loved so long,
And my lonely, lonely watch I’m keeping,
Nelly lost and gone;
Here in moon-light often we have wandered,
Through the silent shade,
Now where leafy branches drooping,
Downward little Nelly’s laid.

CHORUS.

All alone my watch I’m keeping,
In the Hazel Dell,
For my darling Nelly’s near me sleeping,
Nelly dear, farewell.

In the Hazel Dell my Nelly’s sleeping,
Where the flowers wave,
And the silent stars are nightly weeping,
O’er poor Nelly’s grave,
Hopes that once my bosom fondly cherished,
Smile no more for me,
Every dream of joy alas has perished,
Nelly dear, with thee.

All alone my watch, &c.

Now I’m weary, friendless and forsaken,
Watching here alone,
Nelly, thou no more will fondly cheer me,
With thy loving tone,
Yet forever shall thy gentle image,
In my memory dwell,
And my tears thy lonely grave shall moisten,
Nelly dear, farewell.

All alone my watch, &c.

53
Home, Sweet Home.

’Mid pleasures and palaces, though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home;
A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there,
Which, seek through the world, is ne’er met with elsewhere.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
There’s no place like home.

I gaze on the moon, as I trace the drear wild,
And feel that my parent now thinks of her child;
She looks on that moon from our own cottage door,
Through woodbines whose fragrance shall cheer me no more.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
There’s no place like home.

An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain,
Oh, give me my lowly, thatch’d cottage again;
The birds singing gayly, that came at my call,
Give me them, with the peace of mind, dearer than all.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
There’s no place like home.

My Boyhoods Home.

My boyhood’s home! I see thy hills--
I see thy valley’s changeful green,
And manhood’s eye a tear-drop fills,
Though years have roll’d since thee I’ve seen.

I come to thee from war’s dread school,
A warrior stern o’er thee to rule;
But while I gaze on each loved plain,
I feel I am a boy again.

To the war-steed adieu--to the trumpet farewell--
To the pomp of the palace--the proud, gilded dome;
For the green scenes of childhood, I bid ye farewell!
The soldier returns to his boyhood’s loved home.
My boyhood’s home, &c.

54
The Old Kirk-Yard.

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Oh, come with me to the old kirk-yard,
I well know the path through the soft, green sward;
Friends slumber there we were wont to regard,
We’ll trace out their names in the old kirk-yard.
Oh, mourn not for them, their grief is o’er,
Oh, weep not for them, they weep no more.
For deep is their sleep, though cold and hard,
Their pillow may be in the old kirk-yard.

I know it is vain when friends depart,
To breathe kind words to a broken heart;
I know that the joy of life seems marr’d;
When we follow them home to the old kirk-yard.
But were I at rest beneath yon tree,
Why should’st thou weep, dear love, for me?
I’m way-worn and sad, ah, why then retard,
The rest that I seek in the old kirk-yard?

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I am a Freeman.

I am a freeman! ’Tis my boast and my pride,
The blue sky is o’er me, the dark soil beneath,
And spreading around is the wilderness wide;
My bath is the lake, my couch is the heath,
My rod and my rifle my larder provide--
I am a freeman! ’Tis my boast and my pride,

I am a freeman! _True_ freedom is mine;
I slay when I choose, yet spare when I will;
For my food use the bullet, or cast out the line,
But never, like fools, from wantonness kill.
My “roof-tree” is lofty, my dining-hall wide--
I am a freeman! ’Tis my boast and my pride.

The eagle above me soars lofty and free,
He knows that I’ll speed no bullet at him--
He is game for a tyrant, but _never_ for me,
While he sits on his nest on that old pine limb.
A life in the woods some men may deride,
But _freedom_ is there, my boast and my pride.

I roam through the wild wood o’er skim or the lake,
My wreaths are of laurel, my plumes never fade;
I sleep when the night falls, with the dawn am awake,
To hunt the red deer while they feed in the glade.
I’m joyous and free as a bird of the air,--
A son of the forest, a stranger to care.

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Ship A-Hoy!

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When o’er the silent seas alone,
For days and nights we’ve cheerless gone,
Oh! they who’ve felt it, know how sweet,
Some sunny morn a sail to meet,
Some sunny morn a sail to meet!
Sparkling on deck is every eye;
“Ship a-hoy! ship a-hoy!” our joyful cry.
When answering back we faintly hear,
“Ship a-hoy! what cheer! what cheer!’”
Now sails aback we nearer come,
Kind words are said of friends at home;
But soon, too soon, we part in pain,
To sail o’er silent seas again,
To sail o’er silent seas again.

When o’er the ocean’s dreary plain,
With toil her destined port to gain,
Our gallant ship has near’d the strand,
We claim our own, our native land,
We claim our own, our native land;
Sweet is the seaman’s joyous shout,
“Land ahead! land ahead! look out! look out!”
Around on deck we gayly fly,
“Land ahead! land ahead!” with joy we cry;
Yon beacon light directs our way,
While grateful vows to Heaven we pay,
And soon our long-lost joys renew,
And bid the boisterous main adieu,
And bid the boisterous main adieu.

57
Song of Blanche Alpen.

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You speak of sunny skies to me--
Of orange grove and bower--
Of winds that wake soft melody
From leaf and blooming flower;
And you may prize those far-off skies,
But tempt not me to roam;
In sweet content my days are spent,
Then wherefore leave my home?
In sweet content my days are spent,
Then wherefore leave my home?

You tell me oft of rivers bright,
Where golden galleys float;
But have you seen our lakes by night,
Or sail’d in Alpine boat?
You speak of lands where hearts and hands
Will greet me as I come,
But though I find true hearts and kind,
They’re kinder still at home.
But though I find true hearts and kind,
They’re kinder still at home.

Had you been rear’d by Alpine hills,
Or lived in Alpine dells,
You’d prize, like me, our mountain rills,
Nor fear the torrent swells;
It matters not how drear the spot
How proud or poor the dome,
Love still retains some deathless chains,
That binds the heart to home.
Love still retains some deathless chains,
That binds the heart to home.

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By the Sad Sea-Waves.

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By the sad sea-waves
I listen, while they moan
A lament o’er graves
Of hope and pleasure gone.
I am young, I was fair,
I had once not a care
From the rising of the morn
To the setting of the sun.
Yet I pine like a slave,
By the sad sea-wave.

Come again bright days
Of hope and pleasure gone;
Come again, bright days,
Come again, come again.

From my care last night,
By holy sleep beguiled,
In the fair dream-light
My home upon me smiled.
Oh, how sweet ’mid the dew,
Every flower that I knew
Breathed a gentle welcome back
To the worn and weary child!
I wake in my grave
By the sad sea-wave;

Come again, dear dream,
So peacefully that smiled,
Come again, dear dream,
Come again, come again.

59
Daylight is on the Sea.

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Daylight is on the sea!
Love, do not stay;
Land is no place for me,
I must away!
My bark is on the waves,
My boat ashore;
The surge its broadside laves,
While sleeps each oar.

CHORUS.

Daylight is on the sea,
Land is no place for me;
Come away, love, come away, love,
I dare no longer stay;
Come away, love, away, love,
I dare no longer stay.
Come away, away, away, away, away,
I dare no longer stay,
Away, away, away, away, away,
I dare no longer stay.

Daylight plays o’er the deep,
Like childhood’s smile;
Blue waves and hush’d winds sleep,
Enchain’d awhile!
My bark is on the waves,
My boat ashore,
The surge its broadside laves,
While sleeps each oar.

Daylight is on the sea, &c.

60
Kate was once a Little Girl.

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Kate was once a little girl,
Heigh ho! heigh ho!
Eyes of blue, and teeth of pearl,
Heigh ho! heigh ho!
In the spring, when school was done,
Full of life and full of fun,
O’er the hills away she’d run,
Heigh ho! heigh ho!

Gentle breezes all the day,
Heigh ho! heigh ho!
Through her sunny locks would play,
Heigh ho! heigh ho!
Still on her cheek as brightly plays
The sunshine of her youthful days,
And still as sweet her girlish ways,
Heigh ho! heigh ho!

Kate’s a little older now,
Heigh ho! heigh ho!
Still as fair her radiant brow,
Heigh ho! heigh ho!
All her thoughts are pure and bright,
As the stars we see at night,
Shining with a joyous light,
Heigh ho! heigh ho!

Kate will always be the same,
Heigh ho! heigh ho!
She’ll never change except in name,
Heigh ho! heigh ho!
So gently time shall steal away,
She’ll always be as bright and gay,
As when she laugh’d in girlhood’s day,
Heigh ho! heigh ho!

61
Kitty Tyrrell.

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You’re looking as fresh as the morn, darling,
You’re looking as bright as the day;
But while on your charms I’m dilating,
You’re stealing my poor heart away.
But keep it and welcome, mavourneen,
Its loss I’m not going to mourn;
Yet one heart’s enough for a body,
So pray give me yours in return.
Mavourneen, mavourneen,
Oh! pray give me yours in return.

I’ve built me a neat little cot, darling,
I’ve pigs and potatoes in store;
I’ve twenty good pounds in the bank, love,
And may be, a pound or two more.
It’s all very well to have riches,
But I’m such a covetous elf,
I can’t help still sighing for something,
And, darling, that something’s yourself.
Mavourneen, mavourneen,
And that something, you know, is yourself.

You’re smiling, and that’s a good sign, darling;
Say “Yes,” and you’ll never repent;
Or, if you would rather be silent,
Your silence I’ll take for consent.
That good-natured dimple’s a tell-tale,
Now all that I have is your own,
This week you may be Kitty Tyrrell,
Next week you’ll be Mistress Malone.
Mavourneen, mavourneen,
You’ll be my own Mistress Malone.

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Within a mile of Edinboro’ Town.

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’Twas within a mile of Edinboro’ town,
In the rosy time of the year,
Sweet flowers bloom’d and the grass was down,
And each shepherd woo’d his dear;
Bonny Jocky blithe and gay,
Kiss’d sweet Jenny makin’ hay,
The lassie blush’d and frowning cried,
No no, it will not do, I can not, can not, wonnot, wonnot,
monnot buckle too.

Jocky was a wag that never would wed,
Though long he had follow’d the lass,
Contented she earn’d and eat her brown bread,
And merrily turn’d up the grass.
Bonny Jocky blithe and free,
Won her heart right merrily;
Yet still she blush’d and frowning cried,
No no, it will not do, I can not, &c.

But when he vow’d he would make her his bride.
Though his flocks and herds were not few
She gave him her hand and a kiss beside,
And vow’d she’d forever be true.
Bonny Jocky blithe and free;
Won her heart right merrily;
At church she no more frowning cried.
No, no, it will not do, I can not, &c.

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Would I Were With Thee.

Would I were with thee, ev’ry day and hour
Which now I pass so sadly far from thee,
Would that my form possess’d the magic power
To follow where my heavy heart would be;
Whate’er thy lot o’er land or sea,
Would I were with thee eternally.

Would I were with thee, when the world forgetting
Thy weary limbs upon the turf are thrown,
While bright and red our evening sun is setting,
And all thy thoughts belong to heaven alone;
While happy dreams thy thoughts employ,
Would I were with thee in thy joy.

Would I were with thee, when no longer feigning
The hurried laugh, that stifles back a sigh,
When thy young lip pours forth its sweet complaining,
And tears have quench’d the light within thine eye;
When all seems dark and sad below,
Would I were with thee in thy woe.

Would I were with thee, when the day is breaking,
And when the moon has lit the lonely sea,
Or when in crowds some careless note awaking,
Speaks to thy heart in memory of me:
In joy, or pain, by sea, or shore,
Would I were with thee evermore.

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Old Uncle Edward.

There formerly might have been seen an aged colored individual,
Whose cognomen was Uncle Edward,
He departed this life some time since, some time since,
And he had no capillary substance on the summit of his cranium,
On the place designed by nature for the capillary to vegetate.

CHORUS.

Then lay down the agricultural implements,
Allow the violin and the bow to be pendent on the wall.--
For there is no more physical energy to be displayed by indigent
aged Edward,
For he has departed to the abode designated by a kind Providence
for all pious, humane, and benevolent individuals.

Uncle Edward had digits equal in longitude to the
Bamboo formation which springs so spontaneously on the bank of the
Southern Mississippi,
And he had no oculars with which to observe
The beauties of nature,
And he had no dental formations with which to
Masticate the Indian meal cake,
Consequently he was forced to permit the
Indian meal cake to pass by with impunity.
_Chorus._--Then lay down, &c.

When Uncle Ned relinquished his hold on vitality,
His master was exceedingly grieved,
And the lachrymal poured down his cheeks similar to the rain from
heaven,
For he knew that the old man was laid beneath terra firma, terra
firma,
He would never have the pleasure of beholding the physiognomy of
the aged Edward any more.
_Chorus._--Then lay down, &c.

65
Uncle Gabriel.

Copied by permission of FIRTH, POND & CO., 547 Broadway, N. Y., publishers of the music.

I was gwan to Sandy Point de oder arternoon,
Dis nigger’s heel cum’b out ob joint a running arter a coon;
I thought I see’d him on a log, a lookin’ mighty quar
Wen I cum’d up to de log, de coon he wasn’t dar.

CHORUS.

Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, now come along, oh do;
Oh, what will uncle Gabriel say? ya eh eh eh ya eh eh eh;
What will Uncle Gabriel say, why Jinny can’t you come along too?

I blow’d de horn, I call’d de dog, and tell him for to bark;
I hunt all night in de hollow log, but de coon he still keep dark;
At last I hear de ole coon sneeze, de dog he fly around,
And on to him he den did freeze, and pull him to the ground.

_Chorus._--Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, &c.

De coon he lay upon de ground, as stiff as any post;
I knock him den upon de head, and he gabe up de ghost;
I took him to de old log house, as soon as he suspire;
He look’d just like a little mouse, and we roast him on de fire.

_Chorus._--Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, &c.

De niggers dey come all around, and kick up a debil of a splutter.
Dey eat de coon and clar de ground, to dance de chicken flutter,
Dey dance all night till de broke of day, to a tune on de old banjo,
And den dey all did gwan away, before de chicken crow.

_Chorus._--Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, &c.

66
He led Her to the Altar.

Copied by permission of FIRTH, POND & CO., 547 Broadway, N. Y., publishers of the music.

He led her to the altar,
But the bride was not his chosen;
He led her with a hand as cold
As though its pulse had frozen.
Flowers were crush’d beneath his tread,
A gilded dome was o’er him;
But his brow was damp, and his lips were pale,
As the marble steps before him.

CHORUS.

He led her to the altar,
But the bride was not his chosen;
He led her with a hand as cold
As though its pulse had frozen.

His soul was sadly dreaming,
Of one he had hoped to cherish;
Of a name and form that the sacred rites,
Beginning, told must perish.
He gazed not on the stars and gems
Of those who circled round him;
But trembled as his lips gave forth
The words that falsely bound him.
He led her to the altar, &c.

Many a heart was praising,
Many a hand was proffer’d;
But mournfully he turn’d him
From the greeting that was offer’d.
Despair had fix’d upon his brow
Its deepest, saddest token,
And the bloodless cheek and stifled sigh
Betray’d his heart was broken.
He led her to the altar, &c.

67
Where are now the Hopes I Cherished?

Copied by permission of FIRTH, POND & CO., 547 Broadway, publishers of the music.

Where are now the hopes I cherish’d?
Where the joys that once were mine?
Gone forever--all have perish’d,
And the blighter’s hand was thine!
Look upon me, and remember
Thy Norma ere she was betray’d;
Look again, and look exulting,
On the ruin thou hast made;
Look again, and look exulting,
On the ruin thou hast made.

Canst thou think, as thou dost listen
To thy children’s artless songs,
Of that moment when their fond hearts,
First shall feel their mother’s wrongs?
Ha! thou shrinkest like the lightning,
To thy bosom fell remorse shall dart,
And thou yet shall know the anguish
Which hath broken my poor heart;
And thou yet shall know the anguish
Which hath broken my poor heart.

68
Paddy on the Canal.

When I landed in sweet Philadelphia, the weather was pleasant and
clear,
I did not stay long in the city, so quickly I shall let you hear.
I did not stay long in the city, for it happen’d to be in the fall,
I never reef’d a sail in my rigging, till I anchor’d out on the
canal.

CHORUS.--So fare you well, father and mother,
Likewise to old Ireland too;
So fare you well, sister and brother,
So kindly I’ll bid you adieu.

When I came to this wonderful rampire, it fill’d me with the
greatest surprise,
To see such a great undertaking, on the like I never open’d my
eyes;
To see full a thousand brave fellows at work among mountains so
tall,
To dig through the valleys so level, through rocks for to cut a
canal.

So fare you well, &c.

I enter’d with them for a season, my monthly pay for to draw,
And being in very good humor, I often sang Erin Go Bragh.
Our provision it was very plenty, to complain we’d no reason at
all,
I had money in every pocket while working upon the canal.

So fare you well, &c.

I learnt to be very handy, to use both the shovel and spade,
I learnt the whole art of canalling--I think it an excellent trade.
I learned to be very handy, although I was not very tall,
I could handle the sprig of shillelah, with the best man on the
canal.

So fare you well, &c.

I being an entire stranger, be sure I had not much to say,
The boss came round in a hurry, says, “Boys, it is grog-time
a-day;”
We all marched up in good order, he was father now unto us all,
Sure I wish’d myself from that moment to be working upon the canal.

So fare you well, &c.

When at night we all rest from our labor, be sure but our rent is
all paid.
We lay down our pick and our shovel, likewise our axe and our
spade.
We all set a-joking together, there was nothing our minds to
enthrall
If happiness be in this wide world, I am sure it is on the canal.

So fare you well, &c.

69
Jane Monroe.

Copied by permission of WM. HALL & SON, 547 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright.

It was down in Louisiana,
Not many years ago,
I fell in lub wid a pretty gal,
And her name was Jane Monroe;
Her eyes was bright as diamonds,
Her teeth was white as snow--
Oh, de prettiest gal I eber saw,
Was charming Jane Monroe!

CHORUS.

But now she is far, far away,
And we hear from her ebery day;
And if she was here we’d have nothing to fear,
For we darkies all lub her so gay.

She was like a model,
From her head down to her toe,
And sprightly as de hopper grass,
Was charming Jane Monroe.
I’d rather be a slave for life,
And hab de corn to hoe,
Dan to be free, and lib widout
My charming Jane Monroe.
But now she is far, far away, &c.

A darkey trader came one day,
And bought my gal from me,
And left me here alone to mourn
Beneaf de cypress-tree;
It fill’d my heart wid grief an’ pain,
To think dey’d treat me so,
But I live in hopes to meet again
My charming Jane Monroe.
But now she far, far away, &c.

70
Tom Brown.

The King will take the Queen,
And the Queen will take the Jack;
And now as we’re together here,
We’ll ne’er a one go back:
Here’s to you, Tom Brown,
And with you I’ll drink a quart;
Here’s to you with all my heart,
And with you I’ll spend a shilling or two,
And thus before we part,
Here’s to you, Tom Brown. _Repeat._

The Jack will take the Ten,
And the Ten will take the Nine;
And now that we’re together here,
We’ll take a glass of wine.
Here’s to you, Tom Brown, &c.

The Nine will take the Eight,
And the Eight will take the Seven;
And now that we’re together here,
We’ll stay ’till after eleven.
Here’s to you, Tom Brown, &c.

The Seven will take the Six,
And the Six will take the Five;
And now that we’re together here;
We’ll drink while we’re alive.
Here’s to you, Tom Brown, &c.

The Five will take the Four,
And the Four will take the Trey, (three)
And now that we’re together here,
We’ll stay till the break of day.
Here’s to you, Tom Brown, &c.

The Trey will take the Deuce, (two)
And the Deuce won’t take the One;
And now that we’re together here,
We’ll quit where we’ve begun.
Here’s to you, Tom Brown, &c.

71
Uncle Tim, the Toper.

There was an old toper, his name was Uncle Tim,
And he lived long ago, long ago;
And he spent all his money for whiskey and gin,
At the place where he hadn’t ought to go.

CHORUS.

So, throw away the bottle and the jug!
Hang up the dipper and the mug!
There’s no more hard drink for old Uncle Tim,
For he’s thrown away the bottle and the jug!

Uncle Tim had a nose like a red woolen sack,
And the pimples on his face not a few;
And he had one eye that was very, very black,
And the other t’other one was blue!

The hair on his head was like a mop on a stick,
And he had but one leg for to go;
So you see he couldn’t go for to come it very quick,
So he had to, and go it very slow.

Uncle Tim was a hard one, and he used to take his T,
And the way he used to take it wasn’t slow;
And the kind he used to take it wasn’t Bohee,
If it had a been it wouldn’t have served him so.

Oh! he toddled, t’other day, into the William Tell
A noted loafer’s cubby-hole, you know;
Where they sell for medicine the raw material,
And sea-turtles caught in the Ohio.

He drank and he spree’d till his money was all gone,
And he couldn’t drink and spree it any more;
And then they kick’d him out, and he went zigzag home,
Just as he’d done many times before.

Then the Devil, with the poker, and all the evil ones,
Got after him and worried him full sore;
Says he, “Old joker, I’m going to join the Sons,
So you can’t come it never any more!”

Now come, you liquor-sellers, and you liquor-drinkers too:
Give up the bad practice, and be men!
Come up and join the Sons, and stick to them, too,
And never touch the filthy stuff again!

CONTENTS

OF

Beadle’s Dime Military Song Book

AND SONGS FOR THE WAR.

A Dragoon Song,
A Good Time Coming,
A Hero of the Revolution,
A National Song,
A Soldier Lad my Love Shall be,
A Steed, a Steed of Matchless Speed,
All do Allow it, March where we may,
America,
Annie Laurie,
Auld Lang Syne,
Battle Hymn, Columns, Steady!
Bruce’s Address,
Burial of Sir John Moore,
Charge of the Light Brigade,
Hail Columbia,
Hail to the Chief,
Happy are we to-night, Boys,
Hohenlinden,
Hymn,
I’m Leaving Thee in Sorrow, Annie,
It is Great for Our Country to Die,
It is not on the Battle-field,
Light Sounds the Harp,
Mad Anthony Wayne,
Martial Elegy,
Merrily every Bosom Boundeth
My Soldier Lad,
National Song,
Our Flag,
Peace be to those who Bleed,
Prelude--The American Flag,
Red, White and Blue,
Soldier’s Dirge,
Song,
Song for Invasion,
Song for the Fourth of July,
Star-Spangled Banner,
The American Boy,
The American Volunteer,
The Army and the Navy,
The Battle of Lexington,
The Dead at Buena Vista,
The Death of Napoleon,
The Dying Soldier to his Sword,
The Fallen Brave,
The Flag of our Union,
The Land of Washington,
The Marseilles Hymn,
The Mothers of our Forest Land,
The Myrtle and Steel,
The Origin of Yankee Doodle
The Rataplan,
The Revolutionary Battle of Eutaw,
The Soldier’s Adieu,
The Soldier’s Dream,
The Soldier’s Farewell,
The Soldier’s Return,
The Soldier’s Wife,
The Sword Chant,
The Sword and the Staff,
The Sword of Bunker Hill,
The Triumph of Italian Freedom,
The Wounded Hussar,
Through Foemen Surrounding,
To the Memory of the Americans who bled at Eutaw Springs,
Uncle Sam’s Farm,
Unfurl the Glorious Banner,
Up! March Away,
War Song,
Warren’s Address,
Yankee Doodle.

CONTENTS

OF

Beadle’s Dime Union Song Book,

No. 1.

A “Big Thing” Coming,
A Doleful Ballad,
All Hail to the Stars and Stripes,
America,
An Ode to Washington,
An Old Story with a New Moral,
Anthem,
Army Hymn,
A Yankee Skip and a Yankee Crew,
Banner Song,
Cairo,
Columbia Forever,
Columbia Rules the Sea,
Dixie’s Farms,
Dixie for the Union,
Eighty-five Years Ago,
Enfield Gun,
Freedom’s Light,
God Save our Native Land,
God Save the Union,
God Save the Volunteers,
Hail Columbia,
Heaven for the Right,
Her Own Brave Volunteer,
Hunting Song of the Chivalry,
Hurra for the Union,
Let Cowards Shrink,
Long Live the Great and Free,
March Away, Volunteers,
Marching,
March of the Loyal Stores,
My own Native Land,
On, Brothers, on,
One I left There,
Our Banner Chorus,
Our Country,
Our Country, Right or Wrong,
Our Flag,
Our Good Ship Sails To-night,
Our Union, Right or Wrong,
Our Whole Country,
Red, White and Blue,
Soldier’s Tent Song,
Song for Battle,
Stand by the Union,
Star-Spangled Banner,
Step to the Front,
The Banner of the Nation,
The Bold Zouaves,
The Dead of the Battle-field,
The Flag of our Union,
The Irish Brigade,
The Michigan “Dixie,”
The Northern Boys,
The Northman’s Marseilles,
The Old Union Wagon,
The Original Yankee Doodle,
The Patriot Flag,
The Rock of Liberty,
The Southrons are Coming,
The Stripes and Stars,
The Sword of Bunker Hill,
The Union--It must be Preserved,
The Union, Young and Strong,
The Yankee Boy,
The Zouave Boys,
The Zouave’s Song,
To the Seventy-ninth, Highlanders,
Traitor, Beware our Flag,
Unfurl the Glorious Banner,
Viva l’America,
Yankees are Coming.

CONTENTS

OF

Beadle’s Dime Union Song Book,

No. 2.

A Life in the Soldier’s Camp,
A Mother’s Hymn in Time of War,
A Soldier’s Dream of Home,
A Yankee Volunteer,
Away to the Fray,
Battle Invocation,
Beautiful Union,
Begone, Secesh,
Blue Jackets, Fall in,
Draw the Sword, Northland,
Drummer Boy of the National Greys,
“E Pluribus Unum,”
Flag Song,
Following the Drum,
Gathering Song,
Give us Room,
Hail Columbia,
Hark! to the Tread,
Hurrah for the Land we Love,
Liberty,
Mustering Chorus,
My Love he is a Zou-zu,
Our Country, Now and Ever,
Our Flag,
Rally, Boys!
Remember Traitors,
Rule, Columbia,
Song of the Zouaves,
Song of Union,
Stand by the Union,
Summons to the North,
Sweet is the Fight,
Sweet Maid of Erin,
The Alarum,
The Banner of Stars,
The Birth of our Banner,
The Brave and Free,
The Delaware Volunteers,
The Flag and the Union,
The Flag of the Brave,
The Flag of the Free,
The Great Union Club,
The “Mud-Sills” Greeting,
The Nation of the Free,
The Northmen are Coming,
The Northern Hurrah,
The Past and Present,
The Patriot’s Address,
The Patriot’s Serenade,
The Patriot’s Wish,
The Patriot Soldier,
The Star Flag,
The Star-Gemmed Flag,
The Star-Spangled Banner,
The Stripes and Stars,
The Union Gunning Match,
The Union Harvesting,
The Union Marseillaise,
The Union Sacrifice,
The Volunteer Yankee Doodle of ’61.
Three Cheers for our Banner.
Traitor, Spare that Flag,
Union Forever,
Victory’s Band,
Volunteer’s Song,
Where Liberty dwells there is my Country,
Wife of my Bosom,
Words of Sympathy.

CONTENTS

OF

Beadle’s Dime Song Book,

NO. 1.

All’s for the Best,
Annie Laurie,
A National Song,
Answer to a Thousand a Year,
Answer to Kate Kearney,
A Thousand a Year,
Belle Brandon,
Ben Bolt,
Blind Orphan Boy’s Lament,
Bob Ridley,
Bold Privateer,
Do They Miss me at Home?
Don’t be Angry, Mother,
Down the River,
E Pluribus Unum,
Evening Star,
Faded Flowers,
Gentle Annie,
Gentle Jenny Gray,
Glad to Get Home,
Hard Times,
Have You Seen my Sister,
Heather Dale,
Home Again,
I am not Angry,
I Want to Go Home,
Juney at the Gate,
Kate Kearney,
Kiss me Quick and Go,
Kitty Clyde,
Little Blacksmith,
My Home in Kentuck,
My Own Native Land,
Nelly Gray,
Nelly was a Lady,
Old Dog Tray,
Our Mary Ann,
Over the Mountain,
Poor Old Slave,
Red, White, and Blue,
Root, Hog, or Die,
Root, Hog, or Die, No. 2,
Root, Hog, or Die, No. 3,
Root, Hog, or Die, No. 4,
Row, Row,
Shells of the Ocean,
Song of the Sexton,
Star-Spangled Banner,
The Age of Progress,
The Dying Californian,
The Hills of New England,
The Lake-Side Shore,
The Miller of the Dee,
The Marseilles Hymn,
The Old Folks we Loved Long Ago,
The Old Farm-House,
The Old Play-Ground,
The Rock of Liberty,
The Sword of Bunker Hill,
The Tempest,
There’s a Good Time Coming,
Twenty Years Ago,
Twinkling Stars,
Uncle Sam’s Farm,
Unfurl the Glorious Banner,
Wait for the Wagon,
Willie, we have Miss’d You,
Willie’ll Roam no More.

CONTENTS

OF

Beadle’s Dime Song Book,

NO. 2.

Alice Gray,
America,
Banks of the Old Mohawk,
Be Kind to Each Other,
Billy Grimes the Rover,
Bryan O’Lynn,
Come Sit Thee Down,
Cora Lee,
Crazy Jane,
Darling Nelly Moore,
Darling Old Stick,
Fireman’s Victory,
Good News from Home,
Good-Night,
Grave of Lilly Dale,
Graves of a Household,
Home, Sweet Home,
I have no Mother Now,
I’m leaving Thee in Sorrow, Annie,
I miss Thee so,
I Shouldn’t like to Tell,
I Wandered, by the Brook-Side,
Katy Darling,
Kathleen Mavourneen,
Little Katy; or, Hot Corn,
Mary of the Wild Moor,
Mable Clare,
Mary Alleen,
Mill May,
Minnie Moore,
Minnie Dear,
Mrs. Lofty and I,
Mr. Finagan,
My Eye and Betty Martin,
My Love is a Saileur Boy,
My Mother Dear,
My Grandmother’s Advice,
My Mother’s Bible,
New England,
Oh! I’m Going Home,
Oh! Scorn not thy Brother,
O! the Sea, the Sea,
Old Sideling Hill,
Our Boyhood Days,
Our Father Land,
Peter Gray,
Rory O’More,
Somebody’s waiting for Somebody,
The Farmer Sat in his Easy Chair,
The Farmer’s Boy,
The Irishman’s Shanty,
The Old Folks are Gone,
The Post-Boy’s Song,
The Quilting Party,
Three Bells,
’Tis Home where the Heart is,
Waiting for the May,
We Stand Here United,
What other Name than Thine, Mother?
Where the Bright Waves are Dashing,
What is Home without a Mother,
Widow Machree,
Willie’s on the Dark Blue Sea,
Winter--Sleigh-Bell Song,
Nancy Bell; or, Old Pine Tree.

CONTENTS

OF

Beadle’s Dime Song Book,

NO. 3.

Annie, Dear, Good-by,
A Sailor’s Life for Me,
Bessy was a Sailor’s Bride,
Bonny Jean,
Comic Katy Darling,
Comic Parody,
Darling Jenny Bell,
Darling Rosabel,
Death of Annie Laurie,
Ettie May,
Few Days,
Give ’em String and let ’em Went,
Go it while You’re Young,
Hail Columbia,
Happy Hezekiah,
I’d Choose to be a Daisy,
I have Something Sweet to Tell You,
Isle of Beauty,
I Think of Old Ireland whereever I Go,
Jeannette and Jeannot,
John Jones,
Jordan is a Hard Road to Travel,
Kitty Kimo,
Lather and Shave,
Lager Bier Song,
Linda has Departed,
Lillie Bell,
Love Not,
Man the Life-Boat,
My Dear Old Mother,
My Girl with a Calico Dress,
My Heart’s in Old Ireland,
My Poor Dog Tray,
Old Rosin the Bow,
Over the Left,
Old Dog Tray, No. 2.,
Parody on the West,
Pop Goes the Weasel,
Pretty Jane,
Rosa Lee,
Song of the Locomotive,
Sparking Sarah Jane,
The American Girl,
The American Boy,
The Boys of Kilkenny,
The Emigrant’s Farewell,
The Fine Old English Gentleman,
The Fine Old Irish Gentleman,
The Fine Old Dutchman,
The Fireman’s Death,
The Fireman’s Boy,
The Girl I Left behind Me,
The Gold-Digger’s Lament,
The Indian Hunter,
The Old Oaken Bucket,
The Old Whiskey Jug,
The Other Side of Jordan,
The Pirate’s Serenade,
The Yellow Rose of Texas,
Ten O’Clock, or, Remember, Love, Remember,
Tilda Horn,
True Blue,
To the West,
Uncle Ned,
Unhappy Jeremiah,
Vilkins and his Dinah,
We Miss Thee at Home,
What Will Mrs. Grundy Say?
Woodman, Spare that Tree.

CONTENTS

OF

Beadle’s Dime Song Book,

NO. 5.

A Dollar or Two,
A Man’s a Man for a’ That,
Angel’s Whisper,
Auld Lang Syne,
A Yankee Ship, and a Yankee Crew,
Bashful Young Man,
Call Me Pet Names,
Camptown Races,
Charity,
Cheer, Boys, Cheer,
Comin’ Thro’ the Rye,
Der mot Astore,
Dilla Burn,
Down the Burn, Davy, Love,
Dumbarton’s Bonnie Dell,
Ever of Thee,
Gum-Tree Canoe,
Hark! I hear an Angel Sing,
I’d Offer Thee this Hand of Mine,
In the Days when I Was Hard Up,
John Anderson, my Jo, John,
Johnny was a Shoemaker,
Kind Relations,
Last Week I took a Wife,
Mary of Argyle,
Meet Me by Moonlight,
Napolitaine,
Norah M’Shane,
Nothing Else to Do,
Och! Paddy, is it Yerself?
Oft in the Stilly Night,
Roll on Silver Moon,
Sambo, I have Miss’d You,
Sammy Slap, the Bill-Sticker,
Simon the Cellarer,
Something to Love Me,
Some Love to Drink,
Sourkrout and Sausages,
Still so Gently o’er Me Stealing
The Gay Cavalier,
The Gambler’s Wife,
The Grave of Uncle True,
The Grave of Bonaparte,
The Ingle Side,
The Irish Emigrant’s Lament,
The Ivy Green,
The Lass that Loves a Sailor,
The Last Rose of Summer,
The Lily of the West,
The Minute Gun at Sea,
The Monks of Old,
The Musical Wife,
The Ocean Burial,
The Old Arm-Chair,
The Poor Little Fisherman’s Girl,
The Rat-catcher’s Daughter,
The Rose of Allendale,
The Tail iv Me Coat,
The Watcher,
Thou art Gone from my Gaze,
Thou hast Wounded the Spirit,
’Tis Midnight Hour,
Twilight Dews,
Umbrella Courtship,
Wake! Dinah, Wake!,
Washington, Star of the West,
We’ll have a little Dance To-Night, Boys,
We Met by Chance,
When I Saw Sweet Nelly Home,
When the Swallows Homeward Fly,
Whoop de Doodle do,
William of the Ferry,
Will You Love Me Then as Now?

CONTENTS

OF

Beadle’s Dime Song Book,

NO. 6.

Annie Lisle,
Beautiful World,
Be Kind to the Loved Ones,
Bobbin’ Around,
Bonnie Dundee,
Courting in Connecticut,
Dearest Mae,
Dear Mother, I’ll Come again,
Ella Ree,
Fairy Dell,
Far, far upon the Sea,
Gentle Hallie,
Gentle Nettie Moore,
Happy are we To-night,
Hattie Lee,
He Doeth All Things Well,
I can not Call her Mother,
I’ll Paddle my own Canoe,
I’m Standing by thy Grave, Mother,
Is it Anybody’s Business?
Jane O’Malley,
Jenny Lane,
Joanna Snow,
Johnny Sands,
Lilly Dale,
Little more Cider,
Lulu is our Darling Pride,
Marion Lee,
Meet me by the Running Brook,
Minnie Clyde,
Not for Gold,
Not Married Yet,
Oh, carry me Home to Die,
Oh! Silber Shining Moon,
Oh! Spare the Old Homestead,
Old Homestead,
Ossian’s Serenade,
Over the River,
Riding on a Rail,
Sailor Boy’s Last Dream,
“Say Yes, Pussy,”
Spirit Voice of Belle Brandon,
Squire Jones’s Daughter,
The Bloom is on the Rye,
The Blue Junietta,
The Carrier Dove,
The Child’s Wish,
The Cottage of my Mother,
The Female Auctioneer,
The Irish Jaunting Car,
The Lords of Creation shall Woman obey,
The Maniac,
The Merry Sleigh-Ride,
The Miller’s Maid,
The Modern Belle,
The Mountaineer’s Farewell,
The Old Mountain Tree,
The Strawberry Girl,
The Snow Storm,
The Song my Mother used to Sing,
Three Grains of Corn,
Washington’s Grave,
What is Home without a Sister,
Where are the Friends?
Why Chime the Bells so Merrily?
Why don’t the Men propose?
Will Nobody Marry Me?
Young Recruit.

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Dialect was not changed. Unprinted letters and punctuation were added, as necessary. Quotation marks were adjusted, where necessary.

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