Over 50 Songs. Copyrighted 1879, by BrapLe & ADAMs. Price, 5 Cents | INDEX OF SONGS IN THIS NUMBER. | PAGE, ; | I'm Called Little Buttercup....... The Nightingale’s Song........... | A Maiden Fair to See .. .... My Gallant Crew..... {Song. Sorry Her Lot... | Over the Bright Blue Sea. | We Sail the Ocean Blue. . | Now Give Three Cheers. ... | Song. When I Was a Lad....... | For I Hold that on the Seas.... Admiral’s Songiv.. ij... ..0.8- 04 Refrain, Audacious Tar....... | Can I Survive This Overbearing? Ten Little Injuns Song. Fair Moon.... \ . That Little’ Church Around the Things Are Seldom What they Corner... ie ; 1 Seem. Duét ... PS 359) In Heaven I'll Rock Thee to Sleep. 14 The Hours Creep On Apace. . Lovely, Wilhelmina ... 15 Bell Trig. i421. a ae Little Sweetheart, Come and-¥és3 The Merry Maiden and the Tar... Me sate 5 . ae | Carefully on Tip-toe Stealing... .. The Girl Who Lives Next Door. He is'‘an Englishman.... ., ... 9)-Go’ Way, ‘Skeete a ths 5 Se Farewell, My, OWan..e60%. sy>-ntes IQ) Under dpe Daisies:..°..... sin, liss! Oh Rapture! Oh Joy, Oh Rapture....... Little Em'ly Sestaccsae ass is She Kiss Mesand I'll ro to Sleep... . 4: Oh! Sam Pere a Now "Tis Bed Time...... Carry the News to Mary.. Down in a Coal Mine . Dolly Green se i That Little Shoe Sheridan's Ride Baby Farming Song..... Oh AGSMoAA hw ewcwwwwry cxomM+ H. M. S. PINAFORE; OR, \ The Lass that Loved a Satlor. ea > co Maa er ~ BY ieee ee Scene—Quearter-deck of H. M.S. “ Pinafore.” View of Ports- mouth in distance. Sailors. led by Boatswain, discovered cleaning brasswork, splicing rope, etc. il LLL j Opening Chorus, Bass. We sail the ocean blue, And our saucy ship's a beauty; We're suber men and true, And attentive to our duty. B, & Tz. When the balls whistle free O’er the bright blue sea, We stand to our guns all day, When at anchor we ride On the Portsmouth tide, We have plenty of time for play. Ahoy! ahoy! The balls whistle free, Ahoy! ahoy! O’er the bright blue sea, We stand to our guns, to our guns all day, ‘We sail the ocean blue, And our saucy ship’s a‘beauty; SRS a ee _— We're sober men and true, * And attentive to ou ‘ Comic Opera Complete, and 17 other Songs. Sicieam atin Were attentive to our duty; Jold by all newsdealer-, five cents each; or sent, post-paid, to any address, on receipt We're sober men and true, of six cents per copy. BEADLE & ADAMS, Publisher's, 98 William 8t., N. Y. } We sail the ocean blue. oe a Re ea phen gr rr i cre the lta - RRR NR ORD NR RNR NR NN PN 4 I'm Called Little Buttercup. RucrrarivE AND Sonc. Mrs. Cripps. — - inter Lites BUTTERCUP, with a large basket on her arm.) Recit. Mrs. Cripps. Hail! men-o'-war’s men, safeguards of your ‘nation! Here is an end at last of all privation! You've got your pay; spare all you can afford _ To welcome little Buttercup on board. — Sone. Mrs. CrIPrs. _ Ym called little Buttercup, > d Dear little Buttercup, Though I could never tell why; - Bot still I’m call’d Buttercup, Poor little Buttercup, \ Sweet little Buttercup rE ~* Pve snuff and»tobaccy, ’ And’ excellent jacky; T’ve scissors, and watches, and knives; I’ve ribbons and laces, To set off the faces of pretty young sweethearts and wives. T’ve treacle and toffee, I've tea and I’ve coffee, Soft tommy and succulent chops. ‘ I’ve chickens and conies, ; And pretty polonies, And excellent peppermint drops. Then buy of your Buttercup, Dear little Buttercup, Sailors should never be shy— So buy of your Buttercup, Poor little Buttercup, Come, of your Buttercup buy. Ay, Little Buttercup—and well called—for you're the wnt S rosiest, t the roundest, and the reddest beauty in all Spithead. Red, am I? and round, and rosy! May be; for I have d well. But, bark ye, my merry friend, hast ever hat beneath a gay and frivolous exterior there may lurk rm which is slowly but surely eating its way into heart? ‘No, my lass; I can’t say I’ve ever thought that. (Enter Dick DEADEYE.) Dick. I bate thought it often. (Al recoil from him.) Bur. ‘Yes, you look like it, What’s the matter with the man? Isn’t he well? Boar. ] v é eye. Dick. I saan a beset of a name, ai Bor. It’s not a nice name. Dick, I’m ugly, too, ain’t I? Bur. ‘You're certainly plain. Dick. And I’m three-cornered too, ain’t I? Bur. You are rather triangular. ain’t it—Dick Deadeye? creatur’s feelings, but you can’t expect a chap with such a name as Dick Deadeye to be a popular character—now can you? Dicx. No. Boat. It’s asking too much, ain’t it? Dick. It is. From such a face and form as mine the noblest sentiments sound like the black utterances of a depraved imagin- ation. It’s human nature. I’m resigned. Reorrative. LirtLe Burrercup AND Boatswain. But. But tell me, who’s the youth whose falt’ring feet With difficulty bear him on his course? Boar. That is the smartest lad.in all the fleet—Ralph Rackstraw. Bor, Ralph! That name! Remorse! remorse! The Nightingale’s Song. Scena. Ravn AND CHorvs: (Enter ‘RALPH. ) Rana. The af eo htingale sigh’d for the moon’s bright ray, his tale in his own melodious way, j a a well: -a-day! Layd He sung ah, well-a-day! > (a Cuo. ee 'THE SINGER’S eee Boat, Dow's take no heed of him, that’s only poor Dick Dead- Dick. Ha! ha! That’sit. I’m ugly and they hate me for it; for you all hate me, don’t you? Boat. Well, Dick, we wouldn’t go far to hurt any fellow | Rawpn. The lowly vale for the mountain ae sighed; To his humble wail the echoing hills replied, And sung, ah, well-a-day! Cno. And sung, ab, well-a-day. Raups. I know the value of a kindly chorus, But choruses yield little consolation When we have pain and sorrow too, before us! -T love, and love, alas! above my station, Burrercup. (Aside.) : He loves, and lovee a lass above his station! — (Aside,) * Yes, yes, the lass is much above his station! A Maiden Fair to See. ARIA, * A maiden fair to see, The pearl of min A bud of blushing men en For whom proud nobles ee And with each other vie, To do her menia!’s duty, To do her menial’s duty. CHorvs. Corus. RALPH. «. With hopeless passion torn, And poor beyond concealing, .He dar’d for her to pine, At whose exalted shrine ae A world of wealth is kneeling, oe A world of wealth is kopeling. ai ‘a Uplleannad he in aught, Me Save that which love hath | taught, For love hath been his tutor, Ob, pity, pity, me! — Our captain’s dai she, And I that Pe itor! Oh, pity, pity, me, Our captain's daughter, she, And I that lowly suitor. And he, and he that lowly suitor, ~(Eeit Litrrtx Burrercup.) Boat. Ah, my poor lad, you’ve climbed too high; our worthy captain’s child won’t have nothin’ to say | to a poor chap like you. Will she, lads? : Dick. No, no, captain’s daughters don’t marry foremast jacks. ’ ALL. (Recoiling from him.) Shame! Shame! Boat. Dick Deadeye, them sentiments o’ yourn are a disgrace to our common natur’. Rapa. But it’s strange that the daughter of a man who hails from the quarter-deck may not love r who lays out on the fore-yard-arm. For a man is bat a man, whether he hoists his flag at the main trick or his slacks on the main deck, Dick. Ah, it’s a queer world! — RALPH. Dick Deadeye, I havi desire to press hardly on you, but such a revolutionary i : honest sailor shudder. Boat. My lads, our gallant gredt him as so brave an officer My Gall ’ Recir., Sone AND > CHonus—Carr. Cc. Carr, _ My gallant crew, good-morning. __ Cxo. "(uttin.) Sir, goo roing! E Cart, J hope wre all quite well. ae sir? Crorus. | RaLpa, CHORUS OF MEN, : And wg go capt too! . very, very good, = ‘ hip Falbad ides: _ Tam never known to quail oir Caner _ At the fury of a gale, ; d I’m-never, never sick at seal SO A suitor lowly born, ; RI a Nn etd ~ THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. Santa amen ame on 3 _. BUTTERCUP. What, never? Crorvs. Capt. No, never! Cuorvs. What, never? Capt, Hardly ever! Cuorvs. He’s hardly ever sick at sea, Then give three cheers, and one cheer more, For the hardy captain of the Pinafore! ' Then give three cheers, and one cheer more, For the captain of the Pinafore! Capt, I do my best to satisfy you all. CHORUS, And with you we’re quite content! Capt, You’re exceedingly polite, And I think it only right, ; To return the compliment. Conve We're exceedingly polite, : And he thinks it only right ; To return the compliment. Cars. Bad Janguage or abuse I never, never use, Whatever the emergency; Though ‘bother it!” I may Occasionally say, I never use a big, big D! CxHorvs. What, never? Cart. No, never! CHORUS. What, never? Capt, Hardly ever! CHORUB. Hardly ever swears a big, big D! Give three cheers, and one cheer more, For the hardy captain of the Pinafore! Then give three cheers, and one cheer more, | For the captain of the Pinafore ! (After song, exeunt all but Captain. Enter Lirtum BUTTERCUP.) Recrr. LirrLe Borrercur anp Capt, Corcoran, LittLe Burrercur. _ Bir, you are sad; ' The silent eloquence of yonder tear, That trembles on your eyelash, Proclaims a sorrow far more deep than common; Confide in me; fear not, Iam a mother! ‘Capr. Yes, Little Buttercup, I’m sad and sorry. My daughter Josephine, the fairest flow’r ' That ever blossom’d on ancestral timber, Is sought in marriage by Sir Joseph Porter, Our Admiralty’s First Lord; : But for some reason she does not seem to tackle kindly | to it. (With emotion.) Ah, poor Sir Joseph! : ' Ah, I know too well the anguish of a heart that loves but vainly! But see! here comes your most attractive daughter; I go—farewell! | ? f ’ (Eanit.) Cart. (Looking after her.) _’ A plump and pleasing person. (Enter JosePuine twining some flowers which she carries in a small. basket.) Song. Sorry Her Lot. JosePHINE. Sorry her lot who loves too well, Heavy the heart that hopes but vainly; __Sad are the sighs that own the spell . ~ “ Uttered by eyes that speak too plainly, ...., Sorry her lot who loves too well, 5 ‘Heavy the heart that hopes but vainly. Heavy the sorrow that bows the hi When love is alive and hope is d _ When love is alive and hope is dead, a ‘Sad is the hour when sets the sun, » ‘(Sad is the night, to earth’s poor daughters, When to the ark the wearied one __ __, Flies from the empty waste of waters, _ Bad is the hour when sets thé sun, : Sad is the night to earth’s poor daughters, . Heavy the sorrow that bows the head, ¥ oro y iiat pI as When love is alive and hope is dead, ~ When love is alt eau 0 aoe bir ‘alive, and hope, and hope is dead. bi SSL pi te ¢ oe , Capt. My child, I grieve to see that you are a prey to melan- choly. You should look your best to-day, for Sir Joseph Porter, K. C. B., will be here this afterneon to claim your promised hand. Jos. Ah, father, your words cut me to the quick! I can esteem—reverence—venerate Sir Joseph, for he is a great and good man; but, oh, Ican not love him! My hgart is already given. Capt. (Aside.) It is then as I feared. (Aloud,) Given? And to whom? Not to some gilded lordling? Jos. No, father—the object of my love is no lordling. Ob, pity me; for he is but a humble sailor on board your own ship! Capt. Impossible! Jos. Yes, it is true—too true! Carr. A common sailor? Oh fie! Jos. I blush for the weakness that allows me to cherish such a passion. I hate myself when I think of the depth to which I have stooped in permitting myself to think tenderly of one so ig- nobly born, but I love him! Ilove him! I love him! Capr. Come, my child, let us talk this matter over. In a matter of the heart I would not coerce my daughter—I attach but little value to rank or wealth, but the, line must be drawn somewhere. A man in that station may be brave and worthy, but at every step he would commit solecisms that society would never pardon. : ; Jos. Oh, I have thought of this night and day. But fear not, father; I havea heart, and therefore I love; but. I am your daughter, and therefore lam proud...ThoughI carry my love with me to the tomb, he shall never, never know it! Carr. You are my daughter, after all. But see, Sir Joseph’s barge approaches, manned by twelve trusty oarsmen and accom- panied by the admiring crowd of female relatives that attend him wherever he goes. Retire, my daughter, to your cabin—take this, his photograph, with you; it may help to bring you to a more reasonable frame of mind. Fi Jos. My own thoughtful father! (Embrace and ewit. Cap- TAIN remains.) é Over the Bright Blue Sea. Cuorus or Womun. (Behind the Scenes.) _ 1st aND 2p Sopranos, Over the bright blue sea 5 Comes Sir Joseph Porter, K. C. B., Wherever he may go, ~ ; Bang, bang the loud nine-pounders go; Shout o’er the bright blue For Sir Joseph Porter, K. CB. Shout o’er the bright blue sea, . For Sir Joseph Porter, K. C. B., For Sir Joseph Porter, K. C. B. (During this the crew have entered on tiptoe, listening attentively to the song.) ; We Sail the Ocean Blue. CHoRvs oF SAILors. : BAssEs. Sir Joseph’s barge is seen, - ¢ And his crowd of blushing beauty, We hope he'll find us clean, ft of ¢ And attentive to ourduty; Ten. &B. Wei'sail, we sail the ocean blue, And our saucy ship’s a beauty; We're sober, sober men and true, And attentive to our duty, Sober, sober men and true, We're smart and sober men, And quite devoid of fear, In all the Royal N. None are so smart as we are. (Enter Sim Joszpn’s FemaLe Rewarives. . They dance round . | stage.) baling ab Gayly tripping, lightly skipping, Flock the maidens to the shipping; Gayly tripping, lightly skipping, ’ Flock the maidens to the shipping; ’ Flags and guns, and pennants dipping, — All the ladies love the shipping. Sailors sprightly, always rightly Welcome ladies so politely. : Ladies who can smile so brightly, ure welcome me politel; ilors sprightly, always rightly —_. Welcome ladies so politely. vs SopRANOS. Ten. & B. ' SOPRANOS. Tren. & B. SoPpRanos, y, welcome most politely. ‘ ora rae os anncmmisiomgie Pima Sata 4 ‘a yids eee S ek Tees ‘* ¢ ONIN oy r are —~r NOE POO Vere Po ae en ae ene a “s j etch ad piel ple gs Ct pic ee eae eI toe iin eho { - ; Sopranos. Gayly tripping, lightly skipping, Sir J. P. In serving writs I made such a name , ; Flock the maidens to the shipping, That an articled clerk I soon became; { Gayly tripping, lightly skipping, I wore clean collars and a bran new suit Flock the maidens to the ship; i For the pass examination at the Institute. ; Sailors sprightly, always rightly , And that pass examination did so well for me, ‘ Welcome ladies so politely, so politely. That now I am the ruler of the Queen’s Navee, ost Gayly tripping, lightly skipping, Cuorus—And that pass examination, etc. ; Sailors always welcome ladies most politely. ‘ TExORs, We're smart and sober men, Of legal knowledge I acquired such a grip, © { And quite devoid of fear, That they took me into the partnership, } In all the royal N. And that junior partnership I ween { None are so smart as we are: Was the only ship that I ever had seen. { Ladies who can stile so brightly, But that kind of ship so suited me, { Sailors Welcome most politely, most politely. That now I am the ruler of the Queen’s Navee, ( Gayly tripping, lightly skipping, Cxuorvs—But that kind, etc. er) Sailors always welcome ladies most politely. I grow 20 pith; Hint D>wediesnit 4 \ Basses. Gayly tripping, lightly skipping, : , ; mc os the ie tothe aifpping, By a pocket borough into Parliament; { , lightly skip ing I always voted at my party’s'call, } : / Fra tho uate ty los And Tnevar ough of eink ft mye talk Sailors who can stile so brightly, By cuea ‘guthie imate ye sana 1s Ni ) j Sailors welcome most politely, so politely. “CH eden 8 thoukbht'so‘little, ‘ete ee 4 Gayly tripping, lightly skipping, 5; 6 ae Ba nee always welcome ladies most politely. Now landsmen all, whoever you may be, [ | If you want to rise to the top of the tie, Wow Gi ive Three Cheers, If your soul isn’t fettered tovan offive stool, } Sm Josers, Cousin Hess, Boatswain AND CHORUS. Be careful to be guided by this golden rule: (Enter Six Josern with Cousin Hxse. Stick close to your desks and never’go to \ And\you all may be rnlers of the Qu *s Na { +; Me you y ers of the Queen’s Navee, Carraneo. " cH three cheers, Cxorvus—Stick close, ete. 1. 1M lead the way, a. Hurrah! hurratl! am p08 Pe a a remarkably fine crew, Captain Corcorgn. | " “hurre ‘APT. It is’a fine crew, Sir Joseph.’ | re nie ac tan er eee: Sir Jos. (Examining a very small midshipman.) A British Simm J. Ponrer. (Advancing to front of stage.) sailor is a splendid fellow, Captain Corcoran. } I am the monarch of the sea, Carr. A splendid fellow, indeed, Sir Joseph. et ae : ee geal ragneeh ae Sir Jos. I hope you treat your crew kindly, Captain Cor- | 7g whore pra reat n loudly chants; eoran. i, Covsin HEB Capt. Indeed, I hope so, Sir Joseph. 1 :, And we his sisters and his cousins and his aunts, Sir Jos, Never forget that they are the bulwarks of England’s eae 7 { CHorvs—Sopranos, Trxe & Bi greatness, Captain Corcoran. ‘ ] And they date lis sisters and his cousins and his aunts, Capr. So I have always considered them, Sir Joseph. . 5 His sisters and his cousins and his aunts, Sm Jos. No bullying, I trust; no strong language of any \f Sir J. ‘Whe hor here T ride aay ae Be im J. PORTER. 1a Both swells wit: pri id rf Carr, Oh, tiever, Sir Joseph! And J snap my fingers at a foeman’s taunts. Sie Jos. What, never i Vt. Ni Covsix. Huse: Carr. Hardly ever, Sir Joseph. They are an pyedient crew, (ff And so do his sisters and ‘his cousins and bis aunts. and do Hein work. shoronaels wahewk ibe L500 9 Sopranos, Ten. & B. mm Jos. (Reprovingly.) on’t patronize them, sir—pray ; ' \Mnd'$oGo his sisters'and his cousins and his aunts, Peale emis Sir Jobene ts s ' 7 Tes eieners ant ~~ Serene es aunt: Sir Jos. . That. you are their captain is an accidentof birth. T | 4 Six J. Porter, But when the breezes blow, can not permit these noble fellows to be patronized beeause an { af + go below, accidentof birth bas placed you above them and them below you. Pd fn 66 And se seek the seclusion that a cabin grants. Cart. 1 am the ne person to insult a British sailor, Sir Jo- : | v ; USIN sephb. | ; ‘And 80 do his sisters and his cousins and his aunts. Sir Jos. You are the last person who did Captain. Corcoran, oe] Sopranos, Desire that splendid seaman to step forward. ; ; And so do his sisters and his cousins and his aunts. Carr. Ralph Rackstraw, come here, } ? Cousin H,, Sopranos, Ten. & B. Sm Jos. (Steiily:) Ifwhat?. ' | d ‘And so do his sisters and his cousins and his aunta. Carr. I beg your pardon— ; His sisters and his cousins, Sir Jos. If you please. Whom he reckons up by dozens, and his aunts. ’ ee Oh, yes, of, course, if you please. (RALPH steps for- | \ f : f ‘ ward.) ; | Song. When I Was a Lad. Sir Jos. You're a remarkably fine fellow. ' | : OF Baki p CHORUS. Ratru. Yes, your honor, emer |, sm J.P. Wh ce Kae oo rs Sr Jos, Ana a first rate seaman, I'll be bound, } Sia J.P. Bk ORS 200 MOREE ae Raupx. There’s not a smarter topman in the navy, your hon- aia. hoy to * ADEROY ae Be ae dr, though I say it who shouldn't, clean 8 windows and I s ; é | Ail I polished up the handle of the big front door. oe yA Spade Miareneem ener , ) Cxo. He polish’d up the handle of the big front door. Ratpx. No, Voor Honor i hee | i Sir J.P. L polish’d up the handle so carefullee ) - iain : 1 ess That, now I am ruler of the Queen’s ‘Navee. | Sir Jos. That's a pity, All sailors | moid pipes. } if) : I will teach you one this evening, after dinner. Now tell me— { Ks ‘Cro. He polisb'd up the handle so carefullee. : | ey! \ That he is the ruler of th ie Keéoegit oo don’t be afraid—how does your captain treat a ent ; ce 4 Re EAS Shima wn Qaes Ratru. A better captain don’t walk the eck, your honor. | 4 / Sin J.P. &s office boy T made such a mark. ‘Aut Heart _ : ison) That they gave me the post of a junior clerk. ‘ Sm Jos. Good. I like to hear you speak well of your com- Be 4 : ; ; I served the writs with a smile so bland, manding officer. I dare oy he don’t deserve F et eg it does | es Sts And [ copied all the letters in a big round hand. _ you credit, “a yan ye : a Cxo. He all the letters in a big round hand, Rapa. um a , your honor ieee a pes, — Sire J. PL ‘I copied all the letters in a hand so free, Sm Jos, Thed hum ee your. ire (bing him MS. me Y -" And now Iam the ruler of the Queen’s Navee. music.) It is a song that I have co’ for the use of the }f h ‘ Cro, He copied all the letters in a hand so free. - Royal Navy. It is designed to en independence of : 7” ioe And now he is the ruler of the Qneen’s Navee. ~ thought and action io bse lower Seaaches of the service,and to / ’ | , ere me renee eter ae A Sree ae / : ¢ Fie | ‘THE SINGER'S to 5 i { teach the principle that a British sailor is any man’s equal, ex- Cuorvus—Sopr., Ten. & B. { cepting mine. Now, Captain Corcoran, a word with you in your His nose should pant, , . cabin, on a tender and sentimental subject. And his lips should curl, } Capt. | Ay, ay, Sir Joseph... Boatswain, in commemoration of His cheeks should flame, 4 r this joyous,occasion, see that extra grog is served out to the And his brow should furl, ! ship’s company at seven bells. His bosom should heave, ! i \ Boar. Beg pardon. If what, your honor! And his heart should glow, ae? Carr. If what? I don’t think I understand you. And his fist be ever ready Boat. If you please, your honor. For a knock-down blow. Capt. What! : Sir Jos. The gentleman is quite right. If you please. RALPH, BOATSWAIN AND BOATSWAIN’S-MATE. Cart, (Stamping his foot impatiently.) If you please! His eyes should flash with an inborn firs, i His brow with scorn be wrung; For I Hold that on the Seas. He never dieu Dow Gowtt ) rh beg To a domineering frown, (Exit for Ladies.) Or the tang of a tyrant’ tongue. \ Sm Jos. For I hold that on the seas BOATSWAIN AND BOATSWAIN’S-MATE. The expression ‘‘if you please.” His foot should stamp, A particularly gentlemanly tone implants. RALPH AND BOATSWAIN’S-MATE. Cousin HEBE. And his throat should growl, And so do his sisters and his cousins and his aunts. _BoATSWAIN AND BOATSWAIN’S-MATE. Sopranos, Ten. & B. ; His hair should twir?, And so do his sisters and his cousins and his aunts, RALPH AND BOATSWAIN'S-MATE. F His sisters and his cousins, And his face should scowl, Whom he reckons up by dozens, and his aunts! BOATSWAIN AND BOATSWAIN’S-MATE. (Exeunt Captain, Sin JosEpH and RELATIVES.) And his eyes should flash, .< | Boar. Ah! Sir Joseph’s a true gentleman; courteous and con- RALPH AND BOATSWAIN’S-MATE, { siderate to the very humblest. . And his breast protrude, Rape. True, Boatswain; but we are not the very humblest. RALPH, BOATSWAIN AND BoATSWAIN’S-MATE, Sir Joseph bas explained. our true position to us. As he says, a And this should. be his British seaman is any man’s equal excepting his; and if Sir Joseph Customary attitude. | says that, is it not our duty to believe him? . } | ALL, Well spoke}. well) spoke! ; Cuorus—Sop., Ten. & B. : I Dick. You're ona wrong tack, and so ishe. He means well, His foot should stamp, . but he don’t know, When people have to obey other people’s And his throat should growl, ; orders, equality’s out of the question. His hair should twirl, al ALL, (Recoiling.) Horrible! horrible. And his face should scowl, ss ‘| Boat. Dick Deadeye, if you go for to infuriate this here ship’s His eyes should flash, I, crew too far, I won’t answer for being able to hold’em in. Pm And his breast protrude, \ shocked! that’s what I am—shocked! And this should be his ie be Ae : Ratpu. Messmates, my mind’s made up. I'll speak to the Customary attitude.. | | _ captain’s daughter, and tell her, like an honest man, of “ hon- . oe ea: = (All exeunt excepting RaLpn, who remains, leaning pensively | Raupu. Is not my love as good as another’s? Is not my heart against the bulwark.) _ ' ! as true as another’s? Have I not hands and eyes and ears and 3 : ; limbs like another? (Enter JOSEPHINE.) q Aun. Ay, ay! ‘ Ratrex. True, I lack birth— Jos. It is useless—Sir Joseph’s attentions nauseate me. I \ . Boar. You've a berth on board this very ship. know that he is a truly great and good man, but to me he seems | i RaupH. Well said—I had forgotten that. Messmates—what tedious, fretful, and dictatorial. Yet his must be a mind of no 3 do you say? do you approve my detesmainati ont! common order, or he would not dare to teach my dear father to : ALL. We do. dance a hornpipe on the cabin table. (Sees Raupu.) Ralph | Dicx. J don’t. : Rackstraw! (Overcome by emotion.) fin 7 Boat. Whattis to be done with this here hopeless chap? Let Raupu. Ay, lady—no other than poor Ralph Rackstraw. j us sing him the song that Sir Joseph has kindly composed for us, Jos... (Aside.) .How my heart beats! (Aloud.) And why ; Perhaps it will bring this here miserable creetur to a proper frame poor, Ralph? ~ . ’ | of mind. Rates. I am poor in happiness, lady—rich only in unrest. i \ In me there meet a combination of elements which are at eternal oe ADMIRAL’S SONG. war with one another. Driven hither and thither—wafted one ) f | CoMPOSED FOR THE USE oF THE RoyaL Navy. moment into blazing day, by mocking hope—plunged the next | : into the darkness of despair, I am but a living embodiment of | TRIo AND CHoruS—Ra.pH, BOATSWAIN AND BOATSWAIN’S | positive contradictions. 1 hope I make myself clear, lady? . , Marte. ‘ Jos. Perfectly. (Aside.) His simple eloquence goesto my - 4 RALPH, BOATSWAIN AND BOATSWAIN’S-MATE. heart. Qh, if I dared—but no, the thought is madness. (Aloud.) 5] A British tar is a soaring soul, : Dismiss these foolish fancies, they torture you but needlessly. | As free as a mountain bird; Come, make one effort. | ; His energetic fist Raupw. (Aside.) I will—one. (Aloud.) Josephine! q | Should be ready to resist. Jos. (Indignantly.\ Sir! | ; A dictatorial word; Raupn. Ay, even though Jove’s armory were launched at the ; Br _ Boatswain AND BOATSWAIN’S-MATE. i head of the audacious mortal whose lips dared to breathe that ' : - His nose should pant, : precious word, yet would I breathe it once, and then perchance : Bao Rape AND Boatswain’ S-MATE, . be silent evermore. Josephine, I am a British sailor, and I love ; i d . ««. And his lips should curl, you! / BoaTswaty, AND BOATSW.AIN’S-MATE. ; Jos. Sir, this audacity! (Aside.) Oh, my heart, my heart! 3 ae \ His cheeks should flame, (Aloud.) This unwarrantable presumption on the part of a com- | ‘ee Bey, RALPH AND BOATSWAIN’S-MATE. mon sailor! (Aside:) Common! oh, the irony of the world! ( he ARG And bis brow should furl, (Aloud.) Oh, sir, you forget the disparity in our ranks. { Boa! Sint e - BOATSWAIN AND BOATSWAIN’S-MATE, : Raupg. I ‘forget nothing, haughty lady. I love you desper- / al f His bosom should heave, ately. Give me hope, or drive me to despair. I have spoken As: lee RALPH AND BOATSWAIN’S-MATE. and I wait your word. z i ane »» iAnd his heart should glow, Jos. You shall not wait long. Yvur proffered love I haugh- | i, Ravpu, ree AND BOATSWAIN’S-MATE, tily reject. ” Go, sir, and learn to cast your eyes on some village his fist. be ever ready ay maiden in your own poor rank—they should be lowered before For a knock-down blow. your captain’s daughter! — — - a — s. > Ee | ~ | we % ate nh ; ‘ uN 6 THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. LLL - Refrain, Audacious Tar. Lovers’ Durr.—JosePHINE AND RALPR, Refrain, audacious tar, Your suit from pressing; Remember what you are, And whom addressing. Refrain, audacious tar, Your suit from pressing; Remember what you are, And whom addressing. Refrain, audacious tar, Remember what you are, Td laugh my rank to scorn,’ In union holy, Were he more highly born Or I more lowly. I'd laugh my rank to scorn, In union holy, ; Were he more highly born Or I more lowly. Proud lady, have your way, Unfeeling beauty! ‘You speak and I obey, It is my duty; I am the lowliest tar that plows the water, And you, proud maiden, are my captain’s daughter; Proud lady, have your way; ‘You speak, and I obey. My heart with anguish torn, Bows down before her; She laughs my love to scorn, Yet I adore her. : My heart, with anguish torn, Bows down before her, She laughs my love to scorn, Yet I adore her. Refrain, audacious tar, Your suit from pressing. Proud Jady, have your way, Unfeeling beauty! — My heart with anguish torn, Bows down before her; She laughs my love to scorn, Yet I adore her. Jos I'd laugh my rank to scorn, * In union holy, . Were he more highly born Or I mure lowly. (Beit J OSEPHINE.) ‘Jos, (Aside, ; RALPH, (Aside.) Can I Survive This Overbearing? : FINALE, Ratrs, REcrr. — { Can I survive this overbearing? Or live « life of mad despairing, My proffer’d love despis’d, rejected? No, no, it’s not to be expected! Raups. (Calling off.) : Messmates, aboy! come here! come here! _ (Enter Sattors, Husx and RELATIVES.) Sopranos, Ten. & B. : _ Ay, ay, my boy! what cheer! what cheer! Come, tell us, pray, without delay, what does she say? _ What cheer! what cheer! _ Raurx. (To Cousin HEBE.) ‘ The maiden treats my suit with scorn, Rejects my humble love, my lady, She says I am ignobly born, _ And cuts my hope adrift, my lady. Ob! cruel one: oh! cruel one! She spurns my love! o-ho! o-ho! - I told you so! I told you so! I Crorvs. DEADEYE. ” * i Cousin Hess, Boatswain anv Crorvs. : stial | WeY | submit are | WeF } but slaves? ‘Love comes alike to high and low— Britannia’s sailors rule the waves, And shall they bow to insult? no! no! aa x 3 7 NN . 1 DEADEYE. You must submit, you are but slaves; A lady she! o-ho! o-ho! You lowly toilers of the waves, She spurns you all, I told you so! (Goes off.) Raurg. (Drawing a pistol.) My friends, my leave of life ’m taking, © For oh, my heart, my heart is breaking; When I am gone, oh, prithes, tell The maiden that, as I died, I lov’d her well! Cuorvs., (Turning away, weeping.) Of life, alas, his leave he’s taking, For ah! his faithful heart is breaking. .. When he is gone, we’ll surely tell The maid that, as he died, he lov’d her well. (During Cuorus he has loaded pistol.) Be warn’d, my messmates all Who love in rank above you— For Josephine I fall! (Puts pistol to his head. All the sailors stop their ears.) JOSEPHINE. RECrT, Ah! stay your hand! I love you! Corvus. Sop., Ten. & B. Ah! stay your hand! she loves you! Rawpu, RALPH. Loves me? Jos. Loves you! Sop., Taw. & B. Yes! yes! ah yes! she loves you! ~ Jos., Cousin HEBE AND RALPH. Oh joy! ob rapture unforeseen, The clouded sky is now serene, The God of day—the orb of love, _ Has hung his ensign high above, The sky is all ablaze. RALPH, With wooing words and loving song, ALL. Tl] chase the lagging hours along, 4 hey And it } ri find the maiden coy, ; 7 " j murmur forth decorous joy In dreamy roundelays! DEADEYE. He thinks he’s won his Josephine, But tho’ the sky seems now serene, _ A frowning thunderbolt above May end their ilJ-assorted love Which now is all ablaze. Our captain, ere a day is gone, Will be extremely down upon - The wicked men who art employ YF To make his Josephine less coy, In many various ways. (CHORUS.) Jos. This very ‘ HEsE. With bated breath, 3 Rawpu. And muffled oar, : é by Jos. Without a light, Hxsx. As still as death, RALPH. ‘We'll steal ashore. Jos. A clergyman RALPH, Shall make us one Boat. At half-past ten, Jos. And then we can } RALps, Return, for none Boat. Can part them then! ALL. This very night, etc. (Dick DEADEYE appears.) Deaprye. Recir. — : Forbear, nor carry out the scheme you've plann’d She is a lady—you a foremast hand! Remember she’s your gallant captain’s daughter, And you the meanest slave that crawls the water! Corus, Back, vermin, back, ; Nor mock us! — Back, vermin, back, ‘You shock us! _ Sopranos, Ten. & B. : Let’s give three cheers for the sailor’s bride Who cast all thought of rank aside— Who gives up home and fortune too, For the honest: love of a sailor true! ; Tra, la, la, la, ete. ) . one L omncaveetevel te 1 fl , ia lta jag ia ale Clas Epi Alte seaellk ects plea ee an ame cen eam aen mata acm eae cana eae ace THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. aes 7 asta le i tte alte iia ae ta cli aie ea ae eae ane aaa JosxPaine, Cousin Hese AND SOPRANOS. For a British tar is a soaring soul, As free as a mountain bird, His energetic fist should be ready to resist A dictatorial word! His eyes should flash with an inborn fire, His brow with scorn be wrung; He never should bow down to a domineering frown, Or the tang of a tyrant tongue. Ratrx, Draprye, Boatswain, TEN. & B. His nose should pant and bis lip should curl, ‘ His cheeks should flame and his brow should furl, His bosom should heave and his heart should glow, And his fist be ever ready for a knock-down blow. Sor., Ratps with TEN., DEADEYE & BoAats’n wits B. His foot should stamp and his throat should growl, His hair should twirl and his face should scowl; His eyes should flash and his breast protrude, And this should be his customary attitude. . _ At. His eyes should flash, his breast protrude, His eyes should flash, his eyes should flash, his breast pro- trude. His eyes should flash, his eyes should, yes, His eyes should flash, His foot should stamp and his throat, his throat should growl, His hair should twirl and his face, his face should scow!; - And this should be his customary attitude, (END OF ACT I.—CURTAIN.) Bud. AL Same Scene. Night. Captain discovered singing, and accom- panying himself on a mandolin. Lirrtx Burrercup seated on quarter- deck, gazing sentimentally at him. Song. Fair Moon Capt. Fair moon, to thee I sing! Bright regent of the heavens, Say, why is ev’ry thing Either at sixes or at sevens?’ Say, why is ev’ry thing Either at sixes or at sevens? I have lived hitherto, Free from the breath of slander, Belov’d by all my crew, A really popular commander. But now my kindly crew rebel, My daughter to a tar is partial, Sir Joseph storms, and sad to tell, He threatens a court-martial! Fair moon, to thee I sing! Bright regent of the heavens, Say, why is ev’ry thing Either at sixes or at sevens? Fair moon, to thee I’ll sing, Bright regent of the heavens! Bur. ‘How sweetly he carois forth his melody to the urcon- scious moon! Of whom is he thinking? Of some high-born beauty? It may be! (Sighing.) Who is poor Little Buttercup ' that she should expect his glance to fall on one so lowly! And yet, if he knew— Cart. Ah! Little Buttercup, still on board? That is not quite right, little one. It would have been more respectable to _ have gone on shore at dusk. | But. True, dear Captain—but the recollection of your sad, pale face seemed to chain me to the ship. I would fain see you smile before I go. Capr. Ah! Little Buttercup, I fear it will be long before I recover my accustomed cheerfulness, for misfortunes crowd upon me, and all my old friends seem to have ‘turned against me! Ob, no; do not say “all,” dear Captain. That were un- _just to one, at least. Carr. True, for you are stanch to me, (Aside. ) ‘If ever I gave my heart again, methinks it would be to such an one as this! (Aloud.) Iam touched to the heart by your innocent re- have returned it. But as it is, I fear I can never be more to you than a friend. i / gard for me, and were we differently situated, I think I could | But. (Change of manner.) I understand. You hold aloof from me because you are rich and lofty, and J, poor and lowly. But take care! The poor bumboat woman has Gipsy blood in her veins, and she can read destinies. There is a change in store for you. Cart. A change! Bur. Ay, be prepared! Things Are Seldom What They Seem. Duet. Lirttzx BUTTERCUP AND Caprarn CORCORAN, Bor. Things are seldom what they seem, Skim-milk masquerades as cream, Highlows pass as patent leathers, Jackdaws strut in peacocks’ feathers. Carr. (Puzzled.) Very true, so they do. Bor. Black sheep dwell in ev’ry fold, All that glitters is not gold; Storks turn out to be but logs, Bulls are but inflated frogs. Carr. (Puzzled.) So they be, frequently. Bor. Drops the wind and stops the mill, Turbot is ambitious brill; \ Gild the farthing if you will, Yet it isa farthing still. : Capt. (Puzzled.) ‘Yes, I know, that is so: Tho’ to catch your drift I’m striving, It is shady, it is shady, I don’t see at what you’re driving, Mystic lady, mystic lady. . Stern conviction’s o’er me steal That the mystic lady’s dealing In oracular revealing. s Yes, I know. Bor. (Aside.) Stern conviction’s o’er him stealing, j That the mystic lady’s dealing 5% In oracular revealing. That is so, srest a ( Aside.) Carr, (Aside.) Tho’ I’m any thing but clever, I could talk like that forever; Once a cat was killed by care, Only brave deserve the fair. Bor. Very true; so they do. Cart. Wink is often good as nod, Spoils the child, who spares the rod; Thirsty lambs run foxy dangers, Dogs are found in many mangers. BU. 5 Frequentlee! I agree. Cart. Paw of cat the chestnut snatches, ‘ Worn-out garments show new patches; Only count the chick that hatches, - . Men are grown-up catchy catches, Bor. _ Yes, I know, that is so, Tho’ to catch my drift. he’s striving, I'll dissemble! I'll dissemble! ‘When he sees at what I’m driving, Let him tremble, let him tremble! Tho’ a mystic tone I borrow, He will learn the truth with sorrow; Here to-day and gone to-morrow. That is so. » Yl dissemble, 1’ll dissemble, Let him tremble! let him tremble! Let him tremble! Yes, I know, that is so. Capt, Tho’ a mystic tone you borrow, I shall learn the truth with sorrow; Here to-day and gone to-morrow. Yes, I know. Tho’ a mystic tone you borrow, I shall learn the truth to-morrow, Here to-day and gone to-morrow, Yes, I know, that is so. (At the end, exit LitTLx BUTTERCUP, melo-dramatically.) Capt. Incomprehensible as her utterances are, I nevertheless feel that they are dictated by sincere regard for. me. what new misery is she referring? Time alone can tell. (Enter Str JOSEPH.) — Sm Jos. Captain Corcoran, I am much disappointed —_ your Sengeives, In. fact, I don’t think she will do. naw re | ; } ; } ig iF ) } q y} 8 ee ne Pr so OOO ODIO IGD 1 ‘THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. aa a aE PIPES SPLOT Yt oe TEE Sea 4 | et el Capt. She won’t do, Sir Joseph? Sir Jos. I’m afraid not. The fact is, that although I haye urged my suit with as much eloquence.as.is consistent with an official utterance, I have done so, hitherto, without success. How do you account for this? Capt. Really, Sir Joseph, I hardly know. Josephine is of course sensible of your condescension, Sir Jos. She naturally would be. Capt. But perhaps your exalted rank dazzles her. Sir Jos. You think it does? Capt. I can hardly say; but she is a modest girl, and her so- cial position is far below your own. It may be that she feels she is not worthy of you. Sm Jos. That is really a very sensible suggestion, and dis- plays more knowledge of human nature than I had given you credit for. Capt. See, she comes. If your lordship would kindly reason with her, and assure her officially that it is a standing rule at.the Admiralty that love levels all ranks, her respect for an official utterance might induce her to look upon your offer in its proper light. ; Sim Jos. It is not unlikely. I will adopt your suggestion. But soft, she is here. Let us withdraw, and watch our oppor- tunity. k (Enter JosErpHiInE. Frrst Lorp retires wp and watches her.) The Hours Creep On Apace. Scena. JosEpHrne: : The hours creep on apace, My guilty heart is quaking; Oh, that I might retrace The. step that I am taking, It’s folly it were easy to be showing; What I am giving up, and whither going! On the one hand papa’s luxurious home, hung with ancestral armor and old brasses, _—-Ce?ved oak and tapestry from, distant Rome, rare ‘blue and white” Venetian finger-glasses, Rich Oriental rugs, luxurious sofa pillows, And ev’ry thing that isn’t old, from Gillows! And, on the other, : a dark and dingy room in some back street with stuffy children crying, Where organs yell, and clacking housewives fume, and clothes are hanging out all day a-drying, With one cracked looking-glass to see your face in, And er. served up in a pudding basin! aple sailor, lowly born, nletter’d and unknown, Who toils for bread from early morn Till half the night has flown, Till half the night has flown. No golden rank can he impart, * No wealth of house or land; No fortune, save his trusty heart, And honest, brown right hand, His trusty heart, and brown right hand; And yet he is so wondrous fair, | That love for one so passing rare, So peerless in his manly beauty, Were little else than solemn duty, , Were little else than solemn duty! Oh god’of love and god of reason, say, Which of you twain shall my poor heart obey? | A simple sailor, lowly born, , ___ Unletter’d and unknown, No golden rank can he impart, No wealth of house or land; No fortune, save his trusty heart, And honest, brown right hand, His trusty heart and right hand; god of love and god of reason, say, Which of you twain shall my poor heart, my poor heart obey, God of love, god of reason, god of reason, god of love, say, Which shall my poor heart obey? Oh, god of love, and god of reason, say, Oh, god of love, and god of reason, say, Which of you twain shall my poor heart obey, my heart obey, Which shall my heart, my heart obey. Sim Jos, Madame, it has been represented to me that you ay appalled by my exalted rank, I desire to convey to you offi- cially, my that if your hesitation: is attributable to that ipcsmeteae, it is uncalled for. oes t ceili te aces tae oe dg CN NN ee Jos. ness is not Sim Jos. Jos. Oh! then your lordship is of opinion that married happi- inconsistent with discrepancy in rank? I am officially of that opinion. That the high and the lowly may be truly happy to- gether, provided that they truly love one another? Sir Jos. Madame, I desire to convey to you, officially, my opinion that love is a platform upon which all ranks meet, Jos, tate no longer. I thank you, Sir Joseph. I did hesitate, but I will hesi- (Aside.) He little thinks how eloquently he has pleaded his rival’s cause. (CAPTAIN has entered ; during this speech he comes down.) BELL TRIO. JOSEPHINE, CAPTAIN CORCORAN AND SiR_J. PORTER. Capt. Carr, AND Capr. Jos. Sm Jos. ALL, Sm Jos. CaPT. AND Capt. Jos. Sir Jos. Jos. ALL, Jos. - Capt. AND Cart. Jos. Sim Jos. Jos. Never mind the why and wherefore, Love can level ranks, and therefore, Tho’ his Lordship’s station’s mighty, Tho’ stupendous be his brain, Though her tastes are mean and flighty, And her fortune poor and plain. Sir J. P. Ring the merry bells on board ship, Rend the air with warbling wild, For the union of his Lordship With a humble captain’s child. For a humble captain’s daughter, For a gallant captain’s daughter, And a Lord that rules the water. And a tar that plows the water. Let the air with joy be laden, Rend with songs the air above, ae For the union of a maiden : With the man who owns her love, Never mind the why and wherefore, Love can level ranks, and therefore, Tho! your nautical relation _ In my set could scarcely pass, Though you occupy a station In the lower middle class. Sir J. P. : Ring the merry bells on board ship, Rend the air with warbling wild, For the union of om { Lordship ; With a humble captain’s child. For a humble captain’s daughter, For a gallant captain’s daughter, And a Lord that rules the water, And a tar that plows the water: Let the air with joy be laden, Rend with songs the air above, For the union of a maiden With the man who owns her love, Never mind the why and wherefore, Love can level ranks, and therefore, I admit the jurisdiction; Ably have you play’d your part; ‘You have carried firm conviction. To my hesitating heart. — ; > Sir J. P. Ring the merry bells on boas nike Rend the air ran warbling wild, For the union of. Lordship With a humble pantalet child. For a humble captain’s daughter, For a gallant captain’s daughter, And a Lord that rules the water, . And a tar that plows the water. Let the air with joy be laden, Cart. & Srr J, Ring the merry bells on board ‘lie Jos. For the union of a maiden, Capt. & Sir J. For her union with his Lordship. ALL, Lf ane Sir Joseph, I can not ex: happy result of your eloquence. able. I Soe ™ Rend with songs the air above, ‘ For the man who owns her love, nd with songs the air above, ‘or the man who owns her love. (Exit JOSEPHINE.) — ss to you Ey delight at the Rae iar was unanswer- a Paka a Pi enntaaee SACRO 5 eels 2 KS AE ys a b = np A i GS eee a tS LPL PLL DD LP LP PP (ae oe RN IS pT a Se ee a SLOP NII NL NINN Sm Jos. Captain Corcoran, it is-one of the happiest character- istics of this happy country that official utterances are invariably regarded as unanswerable, (Eevit Sin JOSEPH.) Capt, At last my fond hopes are to be crowned. My only . daughter is to be the bride of a Cabinet Minister. The prospect is Elysian. (During this speech Dick DEADEYE has entered.) Dick. Captain! Capt. Deadeye! You here? Don’t! (Recoiling from him.) Dick. Ah, don’t shrink from me, Captain! I’m unpleasant to look at, and my name’s ag’in’ me, but I ain’t as bad as I seem. Cart. What would you with me? ts Dick. (Mysteriously.) I’m come to give you warning. Capt. Indeed! Do you propose to leave the navy, then? Dick. No, no, you misunderstand me; listen! The Merry Maiden and the Tar. Duet. CAprTaIn CORCORAN AND DEADEYE. ‘DEADEYE. Kind Captain, I’ve important information, Sing hey, the gallant Captain that you are, About a certain intimate relation, Sing hey, the merry maiden and the tar, The merry, merry maiden, ; The merry, merry maiden, Sing hey, the merry maiden and the tar. DEADEYE. : abe merry, merry.maiden, @ merry, merry maiden, The maiden and the tar. Capt. Good fellow, in conundrums you are speaking— Sing hey, the silly sailor that you are— -The answers to them vainly am I seeking, Sing hey, the merry maiden and the tar. Capt. (CHo.) DEADEYE. Kind Captain, your young lady is a-sighing, ‘Sing hey, the gallant Captain that you are— This very night with Rackstraw to be flying, Sing hey, the merry maiden and the tar. (CHORUS.) Good fellow, you have given timely warning— Sing hey, the thoughtful sailor that you are— T’ll talk to Master Rackstraw in the morning, Sing hey, the cat-o’-nine-tails and the tar, The merry cat-o’-nine-tails, The merry cat-o’-nine-tails, The merry cat-o’-nine-tails and the tar. Cart. DEADEYE. ‘/The merry cat-o’-nine-tails, The merry cat, The merry cat-o’-nine-tails and the tar. Cart. Dick Deadeye, I thank you for your warning. I will at once take means to arrest their flight. This boat-cloak will afford me ample disguise. So! (Envelops himself in a mysteri- ous cloak, holding it before his face.) Ensemble. Dick. Ha, ha! They are foiled—foiled—foiled! ‘(Enter Crew on tiptoe, with RatpH and BoaTswalin, meeting JOSEPHINE, who enters from cabin on tiptoe with bundle of ne- cessaries, and accompanied by LittLe Buttercup. The Cap- TAIN, shrouded in his boat-cloak, takes stage, unnoticed.) ENSEMBLE. Carefully on Tip-toe Stealing. Soni anp CHorvs. Tan. & B. Carefully on tip-toe stealing, r Breathing gently as we may, *_Ev’ry step with caution feeling, ; _ We will softly creep away. " (Stamps.) Chord. Goodness me! why, what was that? DrEADEYE. Silent be, it was the cat! _ CHORUS OF MEN. (Reassured.) . It was, it was the cat! (Producing eat-o’-nine-tails.) . They’re right, it was the cat! Corvus oF MEN, * Pall ashore in fashion steady, sais | Hymen will defray the fare, ‘ : For a clergyman is ready, Z To unite the happy pair. ' CAPTAIN. > aan cae eee Ne eee THE SINGER'S LIBRARY. (Stamp as before, and chord.) an aaa Goodness me! why what was that? DrapDEyeE. Silent be, again the cat! CHorvus oF MEN. It was again the cat! (Aside) They’re right, it was the cat! JOSEPHINE, RALPH, CAPTAIN AND DEADEYE, ) Ev’ry oth with caution feeling, j erin will softly creep away, Ev’ry ep with caution feeling, { We 1 They Cuorus Tren & B. We will steal away, Ev’ry step, ev’ry step with caution fooling, We will softly steal away. CAPTAIN, t will softly steal away. He is an Englishman. SoLo, DuET anD CHoRvs. Captain. (Throwing of cloak.) Hold! (AU start.) Pretty daughter of mine, I insist upon knowing Where you may be going With these sons of the brine; - For my excellent crew, Tho’ foes they could thump any, Are scarcely fit pany, My daughter, for y CHORUS OF MEN. Now, hark at that, do! Tho’ foes we could thump any, We're scarcely fit company For a lady like you! wike Proud officer, that haughty lip uncurl! ’ Vain man, suppress that supercilious sneer, For I have dar’d to love your matclileas girl, A fact well known to all my messmates here, Cart. Oh, horror! JOSEPHINE AND RALPH. iF He, | pee poor, and lowly born. ~. ee The butt of epauletted secorn— The mark of quarter-deck peaney Has } Have { Above the dust to which you’d a In manhood’s glorious pride to rise, dar’d to raise / ma, The meanest in the port division— | = tan Englishman, behold oar Cronus. TEN. & B. f He is an Englishman, Boat. He is an Englishman, For he himself has said it, And it’s greatly to his credit, | That he is an Englishman! Corvus, That he is an Englishman! Boar. For he might have been a Roosian, A French, or Turk, or Proosian, Or perhaps, Italian! Tern. & B. Or perhaps, Italian! Boar. But in spite of all temptations To belong to other nations, é, ‘He remains an Englishman! He remains an Englishman! Cuorus or MEN. / For in spite of all temptations To belong to other nations, ‘ He remains an Englishman! He remains an Englishman! ALL, Captain. (Trying to repress his anger, Hesse and Femate RELATIVES In uttering a reprobation To any British tar, ote : I try to speak with moderation; he Sa aie eee ae cee cae be a oO ete 12 . Ye 10 “THE SINGER'S LIBRARY. AAR RPO R LR RIOR PRL PPR PR IRI RRR ae oe But you have gone too far. I’m very sorry to disparage A humble foremast lad, (During this Sin Josrpu has appeared on deck. He is horrified at the bad language.) _ But to seek your captain’s child in marriage, Why, damme, it’s too bad! ' Yes, damme, it’s too bad! ca & Dick. ‘Yes, damme, it’s too bad! Ob! oh! fae Did you hear him—did you hear him? Oh, the monster overbearing! Don't go near him—don’t go near him—~ He is swearing—he is swearing! Croxvs. He said damme, he said damme, Yes, he said damme, He said damme, ; He said damme, Yes, damme, Sr J. Porter. (Who has come down.) My pain and my distress, I find it is not easy to express ; ‘My amazement—my surprise— You may learn from the expression of my eyes! Carr, My lord—one word—the facts are not before you! The word was injudicious, I allow, But hear my explanation, I implore you, And you will be indignant too, I vow! I will hear of 6 defense; Attempt none, if you’re sensible, That word of evil sense . Is wholly indefensible. Go, ribald, get you hence To your cabin with celerity, _« ___ This is the consequence Of ill-advised asperity. (Heit Captain, disgraced, followed by JOSEPHINE.) Sopranos, Ten. & B. __ This is the consequence "Of ill-advised asperity. Sm Jos. Sra Jos. Thus all shall learn, ere long, To refrain from language strong. For I haven’t any sympathy for ill-bread taunts! Coustn Hzsg. No more have his’ sisters and his cousins and his aunts, Borranos, Ten. & B. No more have his sisters and his cousins and his aunts, No more have his sisters and his cousins and his aunts, His cousins, and his sisters, And his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts! For he is an Englishman! ‘© And he himself has said it, - And it’s greatly to his credit, That he is an Englishman, ‘ That be is an Englishman! ~ Sm Jos. Now tell me, my fine fellow—for you are a fine fel- low— Raurs. Yes, your honor. Sm Jos. How came your Captain so far to forget himself? I am quite sure you had given bim no cause for annoyance. Please, your honor, it was this wise, You see I’m only a topman—a mere foremast hand— 8m Jos. Don’t be ashamed of that. Your position as a top- man is a very exalted one. Raupu. Well, your honor, love burns as brightly in the fo’ksle as it does on the quarter-deck, and Josephine is the fairest bud that ever blossomed upon the tree of a poor fellow’s wildest hopes. (Enter JosEPHINE; she rushes to RAuPH’s arms. Sir JOSEPH horrified.) She’s the figurehead of my ship of life; the bright beacon that guides me into my port of happiness! Aut. Very pretty. Sm Jos. Insolent sailor, you shall repent thisoutrage, Seize him! (Two marines seize him and handcuff him.) Jos. Qh, Sir Joseph, spare him, for I love him tenderly. - 8mJos. Away with him! I will teach this presumptuous mariner to discipline his alterticna: Have you wan a thing as a 5 dungeon on board? . ALL, We have. Sr Jos. Then load him with chain and take him there at once! a ¥ , Farewell, My Own. x OcrreTt AND CHORUS, Farewell, my own, Light of my life, farewell! For crime unknown I go to a dungeon cell, Jos. . I will atone; In the meantime, farewell! And all alone Rejoice in your dungeon cell! A bone, a bone, Tll pick with this sailor fell; | Let him be shown At once to his dungeon cell, Cousin Hzpr, DEADEYE, BOATSWAIN AND BOATSWAIN’S-MATE, He'll hear no tone Of the maiden he loves so well! No telephone Communicates with his cell! Lirrix Burrercur. (Mysteriously.) But when is known The secret I have to tell, Wide will be thrown The door of his dungeon cell. (All repeat respective verses, ensemble. At the end, Raupn is led off in custody.) Jos, Farewell, my own, Light of my life, farewell! And all alone Rejoice in your dungeon, your dungeon cell! He’ll hear no tone Of her he loves so well! Let him be shown t At once to a dungeon, a dungeon cell, Bor. He’ll hear no tone Of her he loves so well! For crime unknown He goes to a dungeon, a dungeon cell! Sir Joa. Rapa, Farewell, my own, Light of my life, farewell! For crime unknown I go to a dungeon, a dungeon cell! Sm Jos. He'll hear no tone Of her he loves so well! Let him be shown At once to his dungeon, his dungeon eell! DEADEYE, BOATSWAIN AND BOATSWAIN’S-MATE, . He'll hear ‘no tone Of her he loves so well! For crime unknown He goes to a dungeon, a dungeon cell! Cxorvus, Sop., Ten. & B. For crime unknown _ He goes to a dungeon, a dungeon cell, Sim Jos. . My pain and my distress, Again it is not easy to express; My amazement, my surprise, Again you may discover from my eyes! CHORUS. How terrible the aspect of his eyes! Bor. ON Ere upon your loss you lay much stress, \ A long-concealed crime I would confess! Sm Jos. Josephine, I can not tell you the distress I feel at this most painful. revelation. I desire to express to you, offi- cially, that I am burt. “You, whom I honored by seeking in mar- riage; you, the daughter of a Captain in the Royal Navy! . j Bur. Hold! J have staid to say to that! : Sir Jos. You? Bur. Yes, I! Baby Farming se Litre ‘Burrercur AND CHORUS. Bor. A many years ago, When I was young and ae As some of you may know, I practic’d baby farming. All ii ila Fla a A BIO I pat, pos po SES Bor. et LOR LRP APPL ee THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. = 7 ‘ 3 SS ae aan eam Vaan aman qa: me, Sopranos, Tren. & B. Now this is most alarming! When she was young and charming, She practic’d baby farming, A many years ago! Two tender babes I nuss’d, One was of low condition, The other upper-crust, A regular patrician. (Explaining to each other.) Now this is the position— One was of low condition, The other a patrician, A many years ago! ALL. Oh, bitter is my cup! However could I do it? I mix’d those children up, And not a creature knew it! Sopranos, Ten. & B. However could you do it? Some day, no doubt, you'll rue it, Although no creature knew it, So many years ago! In time each little waif Forsook his foster-mother; The well-born babe was Ralph-— Your captain was the other! Sopranos, Tan. & B. They left their foster-mother, The one was Ralph, our brother, Our captain was the other, A many years ago! Sm Jos. ‘Then I am to understand that Captain Corcoran and Ralph were exchanged in childhood’s happy hour—that Ralph is really the Captain, and the Captain is Ralph? Bur. That is the idea I intended to convey. Sm J. Dear me! Let them appear before me, at once, (RaupH enters as CAPTAIN, CAPTAIN asacommon sailor, Jo- SEPHINE rushes to his arms.) Jos. My father—a common sailor! Carr. It is hard, is it not, my dear? Srer Jos. This a.very singular occurrence; I congratulate you both. (Zo Raupu.) Desire that remarkably fine seaman to step forward. RaupH. Corcoran, come here. Carr. If what? If you please! Sm Jos. Perfectly right. If you please! Raupx. Oh! If you please! (Captain steps forward.) Sm Jos. (To Caprain.) You are an extremely fine fellow. Cart. Yes, your honor. Sm Jos. So it seems that you were Ralph, and Ralph was Carr, So it seems, your honor. Sm Jos. Well, I need not tell you that after this change in your condition, a marriage with your daughter will be out of the question. Cart. Don’t say that, your honor; love levels all ranks, Sm Jos. It does to a considerable extent, but it docs not level them as much as that. (Handing JosEPHINE to RALPH.) Oh Bliss! Oh Rapture! : RECITATIVE. SmJ. Here, take hg, sir, and mind you treat her kindly. JOSEPHINE AND RALPH, Oh bliss! oh rapture! apse Ob bliss! oh rapture! Sr Jos. Sad my lot and sorry, What shall I dot I can not live alone, : 2 CHORUS. What will he do? He can not liye alone. . Heese. tear nothing, While I live Pl not desert you; ees Vl soothe and‘comfort your declining days. Sm Jos. No, don’t do that. HEBE. ~ Yes, indeed, I'd rather, 7 S1m Jos.’ To-morrow morn our yows shall be plighted, _ Three loving pairs on the same day united. \ Oh Joy, Oh Rapture. Jos., Cousin Hes, RALPH AND DEADEYE. Oh joy! oh rapture unforeseen, The clouded sky is now serene, The god of day—the orb of love, Has hung his ensign high above, The sky is all ablaze. With wooing words and loving song, They’ll chase the lagging hours along, And if he finds the maiden coy, We'll murmur forth decorous joy In dreamy roundelays. Jos, and Cousin Hzpx. We'll chase the lagging hours along, And if he finds the maiden coy, We'll murmur forth decorous joy | In dreamy roundelays. Rawpaz. DEaDEYE. With wooing words They’ll chase the lagging hours along, And if he finds the maiden coy, He’ll murmur forth decorous joy In dreamy roundelays, in roundelays. Carr. For he is the captain of the Pinafore, Corus. And a right good captain too! CaPpr. And though before my fall I wre engieies of you all, l’m a member of the crew. CHorvs OF MEn. ~ And tho’ before his fall He was captain of us all, He’s a member of the crew. Captain, (Turning to BuTTERCUP.) I shall marry with a wife In my bumble rank of life! And you, my own, are she, I must wander to and fro, i 4 But wherever I may go, ; I shall never be untrue to thee. Cuno. OF MEN. What, never? Cart. No, never! CxO. oF MEN. What, never ? Capt. Hardly ever! CHORUS OF MEN. Hardly ever be untrue to thee, TENORS only. Then give three cheers, and one cheer more For the former captain of the Pinafore, Then give three cheers, and one cheer more For the captain of the Pinafore. Bur. For he loves Little Buttercup, dear Little Buttercup, Though I could never tell why; But still he loves Buttercup, poor Little Buttercup, Sweet Little Buttercup, aye. Cuo. For he loves Little Buttercup, dear Little Buttercup, Though I could never tell why But still he loves Buttercup, fae Little Buttercup, Sweet Little Buttercup, aye! Sm Jos. I’m the monarch of the sea, _ And when I’ve married thee, I’)l be true to the devotion that my love implants. Covusmn Hxeze. Then good-by to your sisters, and your cousins, and oe aunts, Especially your cousin: _ Whom you reckon up by dozens. Cxuorvs. Sop., Ten. & B. Then good-by to your sisters, and = ee and your aunts, Especially your cousins, ) » Whom you reckon up by dozens, and your aunts! | For he is an. ! For he himself has said it, : |. And it’s greatly to his credit, ‘ : ‘That, he is an Englishman, rv , That he isan Englishmant |. — 4a i 12 LITTLE EM’LY. Copied by permission of Wurrr, Smita & Perry, Music Publishers, Bos- ton, owners of the copyright. { I have sinned and I have suffered More than words of mine can tell, And in sorrow I’m returning To the home I love so well; Ah! I little knew how precious Was the simple humble home, Till from paths of right and duty, Wayward feet had learned to roam. Cxorvs—I bave sinned and I haye suffered More than words of mine can tell, And-in sorrow I’m returning To the home [ love so well. Oh, how blind was I to follow Where the band of danger led, Dazzled by the dreams of splendor Till the visions bright had fled; And reality’s grim shadows, } ; Mocking me on every hand, Drove me back to friends beloved, Re? In the old ark on the sand. (CHoRvs.) Palace walls are not as precious As the home the heart has made, And the lowly roof may shelter Souls whose greatness ne’er will fade; God forgive me for the sorrow I have caused to one and all, He wili hear my poor petition, . For he heeds the sparrow’s fall, (CHoRvS.) en nn -, Kiss Me and I’ll go to Sleep. } b; 0 Ww: Perry, Music Publishers, Bos- i ee mot ORNS or ah wopinahe . es : Oh, father, come and sit by me, And let me take your hand in mine, And tell me you forgive your boy, For all, ere he shall life resign; Dear father, I am growing weak, I feel that death is coming now, And yet I know I shall awake, With mother’s hand upon my brow. Cuornus—Forgive me, father dear, forgive me, © Though I am dying, do not weep, For I shall go where mother dwells, So kiss me, and I’ll go to sleep. You'll put my little tuys away, Please, just as safe as they can be; And when you see them, father dear, Oh! will you not remember me? For I shall go to heaven now, | Through death's dark river, cold and deep, The angels beckon me‘away, _ “So'kiss me and I'll go to sleep. (CHorvs.) "And when my little playmates come, To see me laid within the tomb, Tell them I went to that bright land Where sin and sorrow never come; ‘And, father, when you are alone, My spirit near will ever keep, Rice ‘Yl lead you to the heavenly tt i ' Now kiss me and I’ll go to sleep. ' (CHORUS.) OTe Copted by permission of J. L. Perers, Music Publisher, N. ¥., owner of bee the copyright. ; Oh! Sammy, put dat'banjo down, oh, Sam! You good-for-nuffen nf houn’, oh, Sam! Drive de dog in out de'rain, — i pth cows for Liza Jane; % got de hoopin’ cough, “De ole man’s drunk in de stable loff. . OR! 84M, THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. Cxorvus—Oh! Sammy, just you put dat banjo down, De hog’s in de garden rootin’ up de groun’, - De mule am dead, an’ de hoss am sick, Come here, Sam, I want you quick— You hear me, oh, Sam! De ’coon an’ ’possum settin’ on de limb, oh, Sam! I eat so much it make me slim, oh, Sam! Oh, I can’t git married any more, Or slide wid Liza on de cellar door; De wind blows hard, an’ it’s gwine to rain; Stuff dat hat in de winder pane. (CHOoRUS.) Oh, de roof it leaks, an’ de chimley smokes, oh, Sam! Hold up your head like udder folks, oh, Sara! Pull your ha’r down on your head, Pour more ‘lasses on your bread; Send you off to go to school, An’ you come back home a bigger fool. (CHo.) Ole Nelson’s blind an’ fell in de well, oh, Sam! Aunt Hannab’s got a big’ sick spell, oh, Sam! An’ de calf laid down to catch his breff, An’ de dog he barked himself to deff; De cow run off, an’ de well run dry, An’ Liza’s blind in her off-wheel eye, (CHoRvs.) I got married de udder day, oh, Sam! My wife got mad an’ run away, oh, Sam! I tried to make her “‘ come to taw,” I laid my han’ on her lower jaw; She run straight home to stay wid her mudder, An’ leff me lookin’ around for anudder, (CHo.) Now ’Tis Bed Time. Copied by permission of Wars, Surrn & Perry, Music Publishers, Boe ton, owners of the copyright. Now ’tis bed time, mother, darling, For the sun has gone to rest, And the wee birds now are sleeping, Safe within their downy nest; Little Fido, too, is weary, He has played with me all day, Down the lane and in the meadow, Where the mowers make the hay; Mother, have I been a good child? Tell me ere I go to sleep; If I have, the holy angels Will o’er me their vigils keep. Cxuorvus—Kiss me, mother, God will keep us Through the shadows of the night, And His hand shall softly lead us To the land of golden light; Now ‘tis bed time, kiss me, mother, Kiss me, then I'll go to sleep, For I’ve asked the Lord to love us, And our poor souls now to keep. Now ’tis bed time, kiss me, mother, : 4 Ere I say my evening prayer, ; Ere I close my eyes in slumber, Free from every thought of care; Now I pray that God will keep me, ‘Till the morning’s sunny light; Mother, is not angel sister In the heavenly home so bright? _ Should, He take my spirit upward, \ . Ere the coming of the day,* I shall meet with little Minni In the land so far away. ( HORUS.) “ Now I lay me—” say it, mother, Let me hear your gentle voice, It will soothe me to sweet slumber, It will make my heart’rejoce; Father loves me, in the morning _ He will take me on his knee; Mother, why does darling brother ord Stay so long upon the sea? at Kiss me, mother, God will keep us_ Through the shadows of the night, | And his hand shall safely lead us is To the land of golden light. (CHoRus.) meme genes s = Copied by permission of Lez & Warxen, Music Publishers, Philadelphia, owners of the copyright. Oh, Martha wept and Mary cried, We're all surrounded; The good old man has gone and died, We're all surrounded; Shake off your slumbers and arise, We're all surrounded, The sun is shining in the skies, We're all surrounded, CHorus—Carry the news, Carry the news to Mary! Carry the news, We're all surrounded, The good old man we’ll see no more, We're all surrounded, He has gone to the happy shore, We're all surrounded; He’s gone and left us-darks alone, We're all surrounded, And Gabriel’s trumpet called him home, We're all surrounded. (CHORUS.) Adam and Eve climbed up a tree, /We're all surrounded, Their lamb,and master for to see, We're all surrounded; Eve stole an apple from the tree, We're all surrounded, And Adam was stung by a bumble-bee, We're all surrounded. (CHORUS.) Down in a Coal Mine. Iam a jovial collier lad, And blithe as blithe can be, For, let the times be good or bad, j They’re all the same to me; Tis little of the world I know, And care less for its ways, For where the dog-star never glows, I wear away my days. CHORUS. Down in a coal mine, underneath the ground, Where a gleam of sunshine never can be found; Digging dusky diamonds all the season round, Down in a coal mine, underneath the ground, My hands are‘horny, hard and black, With working in the vein, And, like the clothes upon my back, My speech is rough and plain; ‘Well, if I stumble with my tongue, I’ve one excuse to say, "Tis not the collier’s heart that’s wrong, ‘Tis the head that goes astray. (CHORUS) At every shift, be ’t soon or late, I haste my bread to earn, And anxiously my kindred wait And watch for my retarn; For Death, that levels all alike, Whate’er their rank may be, Amid the fire and damp may strike, And fling his darts at me. (CHORUS,) - How little do the'great ones care, Who sit at home secure, What hidden dangers colliers dare, What hardships they endure; The very fires their mansions boast To cheer themselves and wives, Mayhap were kindled at the cost — Of jovial colliers’ lives. (CHoRvS,) Then cheer up, lads, and make ye much _ Of every joy ye can But let year mirth be always such As best becomes'a man; - neat prar ea : oo For what would England be without Se The lads that look for coals, (CHORUS.) Se THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. ; LL DOLLY GREEN. Copied by permission of Jonn CuuncH &.Co., Music Pubiishers, Cincin- nati, owners of the copyright. You may talk about your sunflowers And different kinds of posies, Of all the flowers I ever saw, There’s none to beat the roses. Oh, I have got a charming girl, The prettiest ever seen, She’s called the rose of Norfolk, And her name is ‘‘ Dolly Green.” Oh, my! you should see my pet, With cheeks like the rose, And curls as black as jet; The prettiest little feet That you have ever seen, She.is a regular smasher, And her name is Dolly Green. You should see this little darling A-tripping down the street, She breaks the hearts of all the chaps - That she is sure to meet; She’s got the prettiest ankle That you have ever seen, And none know how to show it € Like my darling Dolly Green. Oh, my! should you see that Balmoral, The delight. of the men, And envy of the girls; Her waist so slim and slender, And what is the best of all, The thing her beaux do most admire Is her glorious waterfall. My Dolly ssys she loves me, . I her lips do kiss, . She rather seems to like it, This darling little Miss; To-day I popped the question, I asked her to be mine, _ I put my arm around her waist, ; She answered, “I am thine. Oh, boys, how gallus I do feel! I feel a kind of looseness, It almost makes me squeal. . To-day, when we do go to church, And Dolly on me leans, I bet the parson ’d give his head To kiss my Dolly Green. © That Little Shoe. Las & W. ) Copied by permiaion Of Lan & Wantus, Musto Publishers, Philadelphia BA That little shoe, that little shoe, Doth every fond remembrance wake; The much-loved voice I hear again, It seems my darling’s form to take; That birthday dear returns once more, Bright, happy morn, with him my pride As there, in sport beside the sea, He tossed the pebble in the tide. 1334 QUARTETTE. — That little shoe, that little shoe, ; Doth every fond remembrance wake; | ‘That much-loved voice dt Patt ani It seems my darling’s to take. Then busy fancy pictured fair The gallant youth, the nobleman; __ O'er years of proud, exulting joy, * eS me | Be £ t) THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. ES a a eae rr ananes NN SHERIDAN’S RIDE. . BY T. BUCHANAN REID. . Up from the South at break of day, ‘Bringing from Winchester fresh dismay, The affrighted air with a shudder bore, _ Like a herald in haste to the chieftain’s door, ‘The terrible grumble and rumble and roar, Telling the battle was on once more; The terrible grumble and rumble ie roar, Telling the battle was on once m And Sheridan twenty miles away— And wider still those billows of war Thundered along the borizon’s bar, - And louder yet. into Winchester rolled The roar of that red sea uncontrolled. Making the blood of the listener cold, As he thought of the state in that fiery fray; ‘Making the blood of the listener cold, “As he thought of the state in that fiery fray, And Sheridan twenty miles away— But there is a road from Winchester town, A good, broad highway, leading down; And there, thro’ the flash of the morning light, — _ Asteed as black.as the steeds of. night, ‘Was seen to pass. as with eagle flight— As if he knew the terrible need, He stretched away with his utmost speed; Hill rose and fell—but his heart was gay, With Sheridan fifteen. miles away— Still sprung from those swift hoofs thundering South, The dust like the smoke from the cannon’s mouth, Or the trail of a comet sweeping faster and faster, Foreboding to traitors the doom of disaster; The heart of the steed and the heart of the master Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls, Impatient to be where, the e-field calls Every nerve of the changes Wa strained to full play, With Sheridan only ten miles away— Under his cue feet the road Like an arrowy alpine river flowed, And the landscapes sped away bebind Like an ocean flying before the wind; And the steed like'a bark fed with furnace ire, Swept on, with his wild eyes full of fire; But, lo! he is nearing his heart’s desire— He is snuffing the smoke of the roaring fray, With Sheridan only five miles away— SHarrabl. estahicthe day is won! Hurrah! burrah! for Sheridan! | Hurrah! hurrah for horse and man! Hurrah! hurrah for Sheridan! Hurrah! hurrah! the day is won! Hurrah! hurrat for Sheridan! Hurrah! hurrah for horse and man! Bama hurrah for one ie aL 33 ; ¥ a 4 Ten Little Tnjuns, ett little Injuns standing in a line, One toddled home, and then there were nine. Nine ieee swingin’ on a gate, ' ee ed off, and then there aaa eight. ahigiahaiay Bix little, seven little, eight little, nine little, ten little Injun Eight little Injuns never heard of heaven, i One kicked the bucket and then there were seven, ‘Sevén little Injuns cutting up their tricks, One broke his neck and then there were six. (CHo.) _ ‘Six little Injuns kicking all alive, Ne ~ One went to,bed and then, there were five. os little Injuns.on a-cellar-door, ‘tumbled ja: one then there were four. oe) Four little Inju One dead dri Three little One little, an little, three ieee four bets ‘five little Injun bors, * b Two little Injuns foolin’ with a gun, One shot t’other, and’then there was one, One little Injun ‘livin’ all alone, He got married, and then there was none. (CHO.) . ENCORE VERSE AND CHORUS. One little Injun with his little wife, Lived in a wigwam the balance of his life. One daddy Injun, one mammy squaw, — Soon raised a family of ten Injuns more. CHORUS. «more, Six little, seven little, eight little, nine eo ten little Injuns more a oe That Little Church mami the Corner. Copied by permission of Warr, Surra & Perry, Music Publishers, Bos- ton, owners of the copyright. ‘¢ That little church around thé corner,” How dear to me the spot! And though far o’er the earth I wander, It ne’er can be forgot. ’T was there in childhood’s days I listened, To the songs I loved so well, And there 1 learned of God and heaven, Where holy angels ever dwell. Cxrorus—The sun may shine, the clouds may darken, No gloom this life can cast, That little church around the corner,” Will take me home at last. . Alas! the days that were so sunny, © ’ Have slowly passed away, And clouds have gathered o’er my pathway, Old friends no longer stay; Yet still I hear the sweet birds singing, *Round above the old church door, And holy bymns glad thoughts are bringing, . To cheer my heart forevermore! (CHO.) I care not how the world may darken, Or earthly. friends ‘. cold, I know there is a future for me, Within my Father’s fold; " \ And when my soul shall leave its casket, Free from all life’s sun or storm, That little church around the corner Shall welcome home my mortal form, (Cua) - ———_—__— In Heaven Dll Rock Thee to Sleep. Copied by permission of G. D. Tusseuy & Oo., Music Publishers, Boston, owners of the copyright. Yes, darling one, I will rock thee to sleep, ° Stay not to murmur, or sadly to weep, Smile, though thy path way is rugged and cold, Soon shall I greet thee in ee sweet fold; Cease thy repinings, for troubles must come, Where’er on earth thou shalt find thee a home, Over life’s desert the shadows will creep, In realms of joy I will rock thee to sleep. Cuorvs—Over life’s desert: shadows will creep, In realms of joy I will rock thee, to sleep, ‘In realms of joy I will rock thee to sleep. No love like that of thy mother thou’lt find, No hand-to guide thee, no ties that will bind, No eyes to watch thee, and no heart to love, As love the angels in mansions above; , Still doth my heart sweetly roam to my child, When tempests come, and when life’s night is ia Over my darling my fond watch I'll keep, Till when.in heaven I’ll rock thee to sleep. (CHo.) 2 _ Soon wilt thou cross the dark river of death, . long thou wilt feel the great reaper’s cold breath, * Angels shall bear thee from life’s cheerless shore, To realms where beauty shall fade nevermore; Sweet songs shall greet, thee and bright forms appear, , Nevermore care and grief’s 8) ows thou'lt fear, -. , But where dwells happiness, | ing d deep, bt my loved 296 Tite te to, sleep. — «I NN NNN ne * pen * One little, two little, three little, four little, five little Injuas — CR se | | ( A v | ; “itt | | ; *, a Saat eee = pS ee * * ’ af THE SINGER’S LIBRARY. 15 | ; ae x ( 7 ¢ oy * Lovely Wilhelmina. - gree to Geta rid | f ‘ | Copied by permission of Joun Savages & Co., Music Publishers, Cincin- To this she roguishily replied, © , __ nati, owners of the copyright. ' , Just simply that s ye Lovely Wilhelmina, but unbappy girl, ‘ ee — ma = pom . : saat | Would I'd never seen her, with her flowing curl; y ; 4 ~ And thus it was the girl next door Z « Down her back it wandered, ying follow me, Bs Declined may hand and heart, (Cuonvs,) / How my time I squandered, on Miss Wilhelmina B,. wags v. Her ’twas so romantic I wield to serenade, 7 “Now, young ‘man, oh do take warning, ( And became quite frantic tilla tune I played; On hearing this my song, nt : A professor taught me cornet and trombone, , Nor fall in love with every girl ae ' ; - Both of which he bought me, that I might indulge alone. ’ Who walks the street along; i z * : Of all the lasses that you ‘meet, . ae ; ei ; CHORUS. ee . ~ Your fond heart would adore, Lovely Wilhelmina, but unhappy girl, : “I tell you, young man, now beware i Would I'd never seen her, with her flowing curl; _The girl who lives next oor.» AGA0R TS.) « r _ Down her back it wandered, saying follow me, ; 2 How wy time I squandered on Miss Wilhelmina B. ¥ 7 BN * In an attic living, down a quiet street, Go ’W ay, ‘Sikaotar. i Four and sixpence giving for my room so neat, : % With of art a true sense, the trombone I played, Copied by pcrmission ae en ete cantata Pu Clever i That it was a nuisance, came a message by the maid. ‘ ; t ot So I was ejected from the attic land, , ; Skeeter, ’skeeter, human eater, ae! Then my steps deflected down toward the strand; = Can't” n feel for.aiféllow-creeter? & There the concertina my bright touch obeyed, In the night, ’tis then you bite, ; And my Wilhelmina I learnt to serenade, (CHORUS.) When I can not see to fight. 4 I drive you out,and lock the door, + on _ With trombone and cornet, and the concertine, Then turn over and loudly snore, ig 4 : ' Near her cottage ornee I played to Wilhelmine; When, buzz, buzz, you’re here I see, f \ All the folks came out, to laugh at me and stare, Oh, can’t you let a fellerbet in! se enwk oa rf So I danced | bout, to show them I didn’t care. S—Go’ ’ , skeeter, In the garden soon I saw my Wilhelmine, : Gone Poser oe ee off? a ei 4 ee Then a touching tune I played her on the green; Oh eolt tai he bites! ie I play’d an air from William Tell for sixteen hours in F, is 1 Bm : ‘ a They told me when I breathless fell, Miss Wilhelmina’s deat! |~ You bite our ears and then our noses, ‘ i z ‘ deaf! deat! (Cxorvs.) “ Then our shins'and ‘then our toeses; i Uae r v9 At last you — for a feast— ® ae “ venom 4 ¢ . I think Pye" o& now, you beast! m k Se ac _ Iraise my Et bs rack yous teak < ve : And down ‘an awful whack, 3 Little Sweetheart, Come and Kiss Me. Tnetend of Faet Tve teciepacasaees Albans Little bee a come and kiss me, om ott ih . ..’Skeeters big and ’skeeters small, dust o rebeforeDgof = = FL wish: Thad wpe alg Anes Tell me ony ‘will you miss me, - } wb { ! ‘ .. Ina bag id ia tay i bag & 3 As I wander to and fro? I'd stop the music of your band; : Let me feel the tender pressing The light of day you’d see no more, il Of your ruby lips to mine, om I’d make your heads and legs feel sore, . = With your dimpled hands caressing, oy. ge ‘You’ve heard of mystery that’s hash, u ; é And your snowy arms entwine. That’s what I’d make when youl’dsmash. (C#o.) : * CxHorvus—Ah! little sweetheart, come and kiss ma, Bee va SY GAT aka te a Come and whisper, sweet and low! ae rt ( b 4 That your heart will sadly miss me, TRO : Under the Daisies; S, ‘a As I wander to and fro. 3 “ - P yg ~~? rT 7 } ‘Little sweetheart, come and kiss me, en aS Tee noadeerye ee Sneee nee suas tae ae MAY Peyer meek ee And all its powers for pleasure or pain > G aaee fed poe % shafly aap NaRy vk a> ey eS i Been slowly and sadly proving: = _ teens “4 And all that’s left of the bright, bright dream, Future years may bring us sorrow, E é “4 Dunt omr-bearts but little knows? » With its thousand and brilliant’ phases, : ins bid Sas ‘ . : a. ; - Still of care we should not borrow— _ Is. handful of dust in,a coffin kid— a Come and kiss me ere I go. (CHORUS.) : 2 oe Se daisies — , ; ths 3 : The beautiful, beautiful daisies, e y | pea e A ov 08 ai; ’ . The snowy, snowy daisies, oi te duke oa eo vee wana 5 s ton ¥ An thus forever, throughout this. -wide world, ; ¢ : Aa : love a sorrow proving; — 4 ; : There are still many sorrowful things i in : _ sa t oy ‘The Girl W ho Lives Next Door. But the saddest of all is loving; a iife, F en. ; : * ¥ ee Gon The life of some is worse than Death; 3 ; Ah oo a Pee Snr of te cop Pu Chicat, For, fate—a high wall oft raises— ; i “gr ; “ ’ than lif earts a apt ne eed poy mat Lg mesagmetetvanne fF © lives ni nied a? te halledan ; peas Wh ; ‘ Her bright eyes right hour, were * A ne oh Sige Roe * : _ She’s handsome as i be; Me as And so itis alter we » lived as we did : Mad Her dimpled cheeks of youthful blooms. pe » _. The summer of love together, See See ] Fe 2 As red as any rose, pia And that one of us tired and lay down to rest reearicbinths: (Sr wee, be: dn And to crown all, this love of maine 0 __ Ere the coming wintry weather; _ Pour ia : es i / Has got a asin nose. 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