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BEADLE AND: CoMPANY. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1869, By BEADLE AND COMPANY, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for the Southern District of New York. 2B. 84) : —_- = MISTRESS JINKS BURLESQUE SONGSTER. Mistress Jinks, of Madison Square. Copied by permission of J. L, Persrs, Music Publisher, 198 Broadway, N. Y¥., owner of the copyright, who has granted to Beadle & Co, the exclu- sive right to use words of this song. I am Mistress Jinks, of Madison Square, I wear fine clothes and I puff my hair, And how the gentlemen at me stare, While my husband’s in the army. Where’er I go I’m talked about, I'm talked about, I'm talked about, I wear the latest fashions out, While the captain’s in the army. Spoken ; And why shouldn’t I? Everybody that sees me knows— : . CHORUS. - Tam Mistress Jinks, of Madison Square, I wear fine clothes and I puff my hair, And how the gentlemen at me stare, While the captain’s in the army. I give my parties and my balls, And ’tend to all my evening calls, And ‘buy the best I can find at Hall’s, While my husband’s in the army. I write to him and he writes to me, He writes to me, he writes to me, And says that I must happy be While the captain’s in the army, Spoken ; And why shouldn’t 1? He fights for his pay; I get it and spend it. He’s happy; so am I, for— (CHORUS.) 6 He says he’ll get a furlough soon, And come back home to stay till June, Oh! won’t I sing a different tune To, my, husband in the army ? Tl meet him then with kisses sweet, With kisses sweet, with kisses sweet, Til hasten out of the door to meet With the captain home from the army, Spoken; And why shouldn’t 1? Hayen’tI spent all his money ? Owe large bills, house-rent due, nothing to wear, hungry, and, well— CHORUS. I am Mistress Jinks, of Madison Square, My clothes are bad, [I have nothing to wear, The captain got on an awful “ tear,” And they kicked him out of the army. In Happy Moments, In happy moments, day by day, The sands of life may pass, In swift, but-tranquil tide away, From time’s unerring glass; Yet hopes we used as bright.to deem, Remembrance: will recall, Whose pure and whose unfading beam Is dearer than them all. Though anxious eyes upon us gaze, And hearts with fondness beat, Whose smile upon each feature plays With truthfulness replete ; Some thoughts none other can replace, Remembrance will recall, Which, in the flight of years, we trace, Is dearer than them all. 7 Sweet Little Mary Ann, Copied by permission of J. Cuurcn, Jr., Music Publisher, 66 West Fourth Strect, Cincinnati, owner of the copyright. She was the queen of beauty, My sweet little Mary Ann, I thought that she would suit me, So to court her I began ; But then there was another, Who seemed so much to love her, And it madé me awful jealous, When I saw him look so zealous Toward my little Mary Ann. Crorus—Her complexion’s so delicious, And there’s nothing ’bout her vicious ; She’s a thoroughbred black-and-tan, She’s a charmer, is my Mary Ann. One day this nigger dandy, Invited her out to ride, And, oh! he felt so grandly, As he.sat close by her side; His air was very dashing, Dressed in the hight of fashion, And it made me-awful jealous, When I saw him look so zealous _ Toward my little Mary Ann. = (Cnorvs.) Says I, you black-eyed beauty, ‘You had better change your mind, That nigger’s very airy, But he’s of the lowest kind, If you will only tarry, And wish with me to marry, So we went to church that minute, And the priest did soon begin it, To marry me and Mary Ann. (CHORUS.) 8 The Broadway Toff. AS SUNG BY MISS’ LYDIA THOMPSON. Copied by permission of Wm. A. Ponp & Co., Music Publishers, 647 & 865 Broadway, N. Y¥., owners of the copyright. The dwellers in Manhattan isle, I fancy know me well, From Knox’s tile to Brooks’s boots, I am‘a Broadway swell ! Or, as my friend, the Czar, would say, I fancy Pm a “ toff,” From head toifoot, I really tink I look Immensikoff ! CHORUS, Immensikoff ! Immensikoff ! Behold in me a Broadway ‘ toff, A. toff, a_toff, a toff, a Broadway “ toff,” And I think myself Immensikoff ! Tneed not say that of the girls Tm passionately fond, And at this time ’m awful spoons Upon an English blonde! And she, I think, is rather struck With this superior toff, And thinks exactly like myself, That ’m Immensikoff ! (CHorvs.) At every up-town hop, you'll find Me swelling on the floor, And such a figure; you will say, You never saw before The ladies sigh, would for me die, The fascinating toff; There’s many swells, but only one, Who is Immensikoff ! (CHorus.) 9 What Josie Said. Copied by permission of O. Dirson & Co., Music Publishers, | 277 Washington St., Boston, owners of the copyright. C.H. Dirson & Co., 711 Broadway, New York, Yes, Pll meet you to-night at the old garden gate, For I’m longing to hear your gentle words ; And I’m sighing for the night, Till we meet in sweet delight, Where the soft winds are whispering to the birds. T’ve a welcome for you, For my heart is fond and true ; Til come, ere the hours are growing late, Oh, I’m longing so to hear, What you'll whisper in my ear, Aud Ill meet you, yes, PH meet you at the gate! CHORUS. When the twilight shadows fall, And the birds no longer call, I will hasten; like a bird, unto its mate, For Pm Jonging:so tu hear What you'll whisper in my ‘ear, And I'll meet you, yes, T’ll meet you at the gate! Do not wander, my own, from the old garden. gate, Tell me not, you may never meet me. more, Yet I know. that, you'll be true, Though our hearts may bid adieu! And Ill still be your Josie as-of yore. Oh! Tl smile through my tears, And [ll banish all my tears; I'll come, ah! not long you'll have to wait, For I’m longing so to hear, What you'll whisper in my ear, And I'll meet you, yes, ll meet you at the gate! hemes 10 The Pet of the Girls am I. AS SUNG BY THE ELISE HOLT BURLESQUE TROUPE. Copied by permission of O. Ditson & Co., Music Publishers, 277 Washington St., Boston, owners of the copyright, C. H. Dirson & Co., 711 Broadway, New York, Up and down the gay Broadway I go, Quite distingue in my dress and air ; All the ladies look at.me, I know, I’m got up with the greatest care ! All the tailors like me for a sign, Every thing about me is the styles Nothing coarse, of course, is in my line, A shining light from boots to tile! Spoken; Yaas! Weally! I don’t see how it is, but I'm “gweatly” admired. I suppose, though, it’s because— CHORUS. The pet of the girls am_I, I’m happy to own it’s the ease | I make all their pretty hearts. sigh, Don’t you wish that you were in my place? All the fellows they envy my lot, When I meet them at the club, you see ; But they haven’t got the style I’ve got, Though everybody copies me ! Gay mustache all twisted to a hair, Dainty ringlets falling on my brow; Lots of friends and lots of cash to spare, I'm good for all except a wrow ! (row.) Spoken: A wrow! why it makes me shudder! suppose TI should get a discolored optic? That would never do, for you Bsee— (CHORUS.) I’m a butterfly, please to observe, And I flourish where the wroses grow ; As for smoking, hayen’t got the nerve ; My cane it weally tires me so! il On the street you'll find me any day ; Kids and neckties are my sweet delight; Oh, to be a swell is weally gay, I pwactice it both day and night! Spoken : If I didn’t, how could I get myself up in this gorgeous way? I must maintain my posish, and lassure you— (CHo.) Dutch Onion Vender. AS SUNG BY WM. H. LINGARD. Copied by permission of O. Dirson & Co., Music Publishers, 277% Washington St., Boston, owners of the copyright. C. H. Drrson & Co., 711 Broadway, New York, TI’ma Dutch onion vender, With heart bright and tender, From old Amsterdam I was comed all the vay ; From my land I’m a rover, ’Twas rough coming over, I yas killed tree times, but I managed to say: Sprechen sie Deutsch gut nacht mein Herr, Die schlot ein ochen burg von min; . Inions, inijons, who'll’ biy my inions, Zwiefel, zwiefel, zwiefel, who'll. buy. Vell, upon my arrival Say Jan Dunster Swivelle, I vas extonished to find you to-day, But since you’ve come over Yow'll live well in clover, - With plenty to eat and nothinks to: pay. Sprechen sie. Deutsch gut nacht mein Hert, Die schlot ein ochen burg von min ; Inions, inions, who'll buy my inions, Zwiefel,-zwiefel, zwiefel, who'll buy. 12 £.8,d,, or; Oh, Would’nt You Like to Know. SUNG WITH GREAT SUCCESS BY MISS SOPHIE WORRELL. , Copied by permission of O. Dirson & Co., Music Publishers, 277 Washington St., Boston, owners of the copyright. CU, H, Dirson & Co., 711 Broadway, New York. Life is just a game of pitch and toss, (That’s my notion) neither more nor less, All is luck, any profit or any loss, The best of us can only guess. Some guess right, but many more guess wrong, Riches come and riches cut away, And this burden of a little song I warble to myself all day. Crorvus—Oh, wouldn’t you like to know, To know without hazard or fail, When Fortune the copper may throw, If ’twill come down a head or a tail ? Marriage, too, a game of chance must be, (Some gain prizes), some get only blanks, So it is with people’s 1. s. @., Invested in the joint-stock banks. If before we entered bank or church, Half the risk a moment we could see, We'd be left less often in the lurch, How very jolly that would be. (CHORTS.) Could we know what horse is coming in, Then the Derby would indeed amuse ; For although we think we stand to win, It’s possible we stand to lose. When to do the culinary act, Called by turfites putting on the pot, When to liedge the coin we may have backed, Is quite as much a chance as not. (CHORUS.) 13 Whether cook will steal the joint or no, Whether Jones will meet that little bill, Whether, when you sing, your song will go, Are matters quite beyond our skill. Now that I have done my best to please, Up the fatal copper I will heave; Come down what it will, ’'m at my ease, In you, my friends, Tl still believe. (Cxorvs.) Go Ahead, 4S SUNG BY MR. H. BECKETT, IN ‘‘SINDBAD.”’ aa by permission of Wm. A. Ponp & Co., Muaic Publishers, 7 & 865 Broadway, N. Y., owners of the copyright, “5 to racing, that’s a thing I never do! { am careful of my passengers and crew ; But all the same it is my game, To get to Queenstown first. Yve a policy insured upon my life, And I have not got a baby or a wife, And so, you see, it’s naught to me, If-so the boiler burst ! CHORUS. Turn her astern, turn her astern, make all taut below, Throw the main deck overboard and let the painter go ; Whack! turn her astern, turn her astern, bo sen, heave. the lead, Stand by, ease her, back her, stop her, go ahead ! Tis a jolly, berth a captain’s, on my word, Especially with female craft aboard, To give ’em a blow, on deck, you know, With arm around their waist ; Or should the pretty little dears be sick, *Tis another chance for getting very thick, For now instead you hold their head, And when you are thus placed: (CHoRvs.) 14 True Blue and Seventy-two. I come of a free and jovial race, A country squire am J, With a namé that has never yet known disgrace, And Pi tél ‘you the reason why : Tm a chip of the block of an atcient stock, And am Yoyal, brave and true ; And one of a race that can go the pace, ' Although I’m ‘seventy-two. CHORUS. Then cheer, boys, cheer, For an old true blue, And one of a race that can go the pace, Although he’s seventy-two. No sluggatd aim'I in my bed ‘to lie, I rise at éatly dawn, Through meadows I jog, with my gtm ‘and my dog, Or mount at the sound 6f Mie horn ; A seat in the saddle T sti] can keep, With a ‘heigh, tallyho, hallo! For my limbs are strong, and my wind is long, Although Tm ‘seventy-two. (CxoRvS.) At Christmas tine, when the bells they chitie, - Pvé a Welcome as Well as 2 smile, And hearty #ood Cheer, for peasant or peer, In’ jolly Ameétican style ; I’m fond of good sport, yet, nevertheless, My passioiis I always subdue, For it’s only & fool ‘that loves exes, And Will never reach ‘seventy-two. “(CHorvs.) 16 : I'm Called the Fairest Flower. Copied by permission of J, L, Perens, Music Publisher, 198 Brosdway, N.¥., owner of the copyright, who has granted to Beadle & Co, the exclu- sive right to use the words of this song. Tm called the fairest flower, E’er bloomed beneath a bower, - All say Iam so very charming ; I never walk the street, But all the gents 1 meet, And-what they say, “ Why, now, she is‘alarming.” CHORUS. But when at home, and all alone, And no one near or looking, With a breakdown dance around I pranee, And sometimes mind the cooking. You know when out’at walk, We must not act or talk As oft we do before our mothers But we must use an air To make the people stare, And captivate some other lady’s brother, _(C#0.) T love to be in “ style,” Though * pa” will never smile, Whenever he the bills is footing ! But girls must have’ their way, No matter what you say, This fact you know, there's po use in disputing. I goto all the balls, Receive a gent who calls, And sigh behind my fan to please him. If one should ask to’ wed, I gently hang my head, And whisper half 9 hundred things to teaze him. — 16 A Country Life For Me. Copied by permission of O. Ditson & Co., Music Publishers, 277 Washingtou-St,, Boston, owners of the copyright. C. H. Dirson & Co., 711 Broadway, New York. Amid the fond and noisy crowd No loving glance I see ; Each face I meet on the stony street Has a stony look to me. I pant for breath, I’m tired to death, With the noise, the crowd and the strife ; ’*Mid the human herd, like a prisoned bird, I sigh for a country life. CHORUS. Oh, how sweet is life with a charming wife, In the woods so wild and free; There is no bliss on earth like this, Oh! a lifein the woods for me. In the balmy June, on the full of the moon, I wander down by the mill; Where all things seem like a tropical dream, As T list to the “ whippowil.” ’Bove the hard, cold earth, that. gave me birth, On a‘higher sphere I stand ; And I catch 2 gleam in a beautiful dream Of the far-off morning land. (CHORUS.) Let those who may wear life away } In the city’s horrible strife, But oh, I love my -woodland grove, With my charming country wife, Sure the light of love from heaven aboye Hath touched our mortal clay, *Mid the flowers fair, in the pure, sweet air, We dream our lives.away. (CHORUS,) 17 Pat McCann, Copied by permission of Orryrr Ditson & Co., Music Publish- ers, 277 Washington st., Boston, owners of the copyright. C, H. Ditson & Co., 711 Broadway, New York. My name is Pat McCann, McCann, McCann, I'm a true-born Irishman, man, man, a; I love a girl named Connor, Connor, Connor, I do upon my honor, honor, honor. My name is Pat, look at that, I dance all night till broad daylight, And go home with the girls.in the morning, Och ! boys, [am an Irishman, , As you may plainly see, I like a drop of whisky good Whin I go on a spree; Tl bate a foe or save a friend, Shillelah all in hand, Why that you can’t do the same Poor Pat can’t understand. I took Judy to a ball, a ball, a ball, She couldn’t dance at all, all, all, We took a drop of. whisky, whisky, whisky, Then we both got frisky, frisky, frisky, Home we wint, quite contint, We danced all night till broad daylight; And ‘went home with the girls in the morning. Ising of you, ould Ireland dear, The sweetest spot on earth, Where once the harp of Tara’s hall Breathed forth its song of. mirth ; Where colleens fair and gossoons brave In mirth and) love were seen. The shillelah, in his:hand he bore, And in this heart the green. 18 My Judy I will marry, marry, marry, I can no longer‘tarry, tarry, tarry, Pil go and buy the ring, the ring, the ring, And thin Pl) dance and sing, sing, sing. My name is Pat, look at thas I dance all night till broad daylight, And go home with the girls in the morning. Oh, gramachree, ma colleen ogue, Ould Ireland f adore, If two hearts were in my breast I could not love it more, May freedom’s day upon her dawn, May her sons be free, Oh! gramachree, ma colleen ogue, Ould Ireland gramachree. Hokey-Pokey, — SA permission of Wu. A, Ponp & Co., Music Publishers, & %5 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright. Little Jack Horner satin a corner, Eating a Christmas pie, He put in ‘his thumb and pulled out a plum Saying what a good boy-am T. Sing a song,of \sixpence,.a pocket full of rye, Four,and-twenty. roosters all baked in apie, ‘When the pie. was opened the birds began to sing, Now wasn’t this a, dainty dish to set before the king? Oh, hokey-pokey winky-wum, How do you like your taters done ? Tm putting of them on to bile with cod-liver ile, I like ’em fried, I like ’em ‘biled, T like ’em mashed in cod-liver ile. : Hokey-pokey winky-wum, how do‘you'like ’em done? 19 Humpty Dumpty Joe. ANNIN, HINDLE’S FAVORITE SONGS. Copied by permission of 0. Dirson & Co., Music Publishers, 277 Washington St., Boston, owners of the copyright. C. H. Dirson & Co., 711 Broadway, New York. I’m the gayest chap in Boston, At least the girls say so, I’m received with welcome in each place To which I chance may go, My turn-out. is a nobby one And cost ten score or so, And on the road there’s none can. pays Little Humpty Dumpty Joe. CHORUS, Then go ahead, boys, and let’s have a spree, Be ready for a friend or a foe, A fellow for the girls and a brick to his pals, Is little Humpty Dumpty Joe. My name I obtained by the “cut of my rig,” The theme of admiration far and near; And the alarming extent of my entire “make up,” Has astonished more people than are here. The fair sex they admire me, And say what a charming beau, And many a little pet has often cause to fret For little Humpty Dumpty Joe. (CHORUS.) Tm good at all athletic-sports, ; Can jump, can box and fence, I can do a hundred yards in ten seconds and a half, | And at billiards Pm something immense ; I'm training on the velocipede, And well the sports ‘all know, Heavy on their betting books Ts little Humpty Dumpty Joe. (CHORUS.) 20 The Dark and Roguish Eye. Copied by permission of Jonn Cuurcn, JR., Music Publisher, 66 West Fourth St., Cincinnati, owner of the copyright, We all do like the pretty girls, We see them day by day, And how at first sight fall in love Whene’er they pass that way ; But a charming girl the other morn, I saw come walking by, And as she gazed, I saw she had A dark and roguish eye. Cuorvus—lI never can forget her, The first time that I met her, And as Tlooked my fate was booked, I sealed it with a sigh, I found that I liad fell in love, With a. dark and roguish eye. Her dress was in the fashion cut, Hooped up so gay and neat, And as she went to cross the way, I saw her pretty feet ; By chance she dropped her handkerchief, *T was marked L-u-c-y ; I picked it up, she thanked mé with A dark and roguish eye. (CHorvs.) Of course this little chance I took, We walked and talked awhile ; She said her father he was rich, He lately had struck ile ; But as I exclaimed, “ Will you be mine ?” Her fellow he came by— “Walk off,” he said, “ or Pll give you A dark and roguish eye.” (CHoRvs.) | | 21 ° ‘ . The Wishing Gate. ’*Twas a Michaelmas eve, and rather late, Young Fanny went out to the wishing gate. For often she'd heard the gossips tell That was the spot where the fairies dwell: The fairies who granted to, maidens dear, Whatever they asked, at that time of year; So Fanny she went her luck to try At the wishing gate, ’neath starlit sky! But yet you shall hear, when the tale I state, That-Fanny repented the wishing gate | “T wish for! I wish for !’—and here she sighed ; “T wish Td a carriage and groonis beside ; I wish I had jewels—a, wardrobe fine— Oh! what a dash at the ball I'd shine! T’d marry the richest in all the land, And nobles and princes should ask my hand; And as to young Harry—but never mind— He should think himself lucky to ride behind.” Oh ! little she knew—though the truth I state— Young Harry stood close to the wishing gate! When Fanny went home—as the story’s told, She had heaps of fine dresses and fairy-gold ; Her footmen awaited their lady’s call, And she went in her carriage to grace the ball ! Young Harry was there, but he knew her not, Each youth that approached her soon fled the spot ; For though all her raiment was rich and gay, _ Her face was bewrinkled, her hair turned gray ! So maidens beware of poor Fafny’s fate, Don’t ask for too much at the wishing gate! 22 Young Plantation Joe, AS SUNG BY BARRY ©. RICHMOND. oadway, New Fork, owner of the copyright, Oh, I’m a young plantation nigger, In the fields I used to hoe, The white folks, ’cause that I was faithful, Called me ‘young Plantation Joe ; In the cornfield I would work, At night, for missus I would sing, And when I gets my feet to duncing, I feel as happy as a king. CHorvs—Rap tap, flip jack, hi cum go! Rap tap, flip jack, hi‘eum go! Hi daddy, zip coon, hi cum go} I do lub to hear the banjo, And likewise the ole jawbone, And for rappin’ on de tambo, T’s de best dat eer was known ; All music I do like, And any dancin’ darkies I can beat, When de ole barn door dey. does get on, High upon de Mississippi, Where dat grand old stream does rise, Dar I fust saw pretty. Libbie, Wid her bright. and sparkling eyes ; Qh, soon we'll married be, De bones and banjo dey. shall ring, And den,*if I-am not mistaken, Dis same. ole tune we'll dance and sing. —— by tocen a of 'C. TREMAINE, Music Publisher, To shuffle out de music wid dere feet. (Cxo0.) 23 No Name, COMPOSED BY WILL 8S. HAYS. Copied by permission of J. L, Peters, Music Publisher, 198 Broadway, N, Y., owner of the copyright, who has granted to Beadle & Co. the exclu- sive right to use the words of this song, That night the snow fell thick and fast, The moon’s pale rays had fled, The cold winds blew a mournful blast, Like, wailings for the dead; A trembling form, with bleeding feet, Upon the pavement lay, Alone and shivering in the street, Her spirit passed away. ( Cuorus—Her soul hath winged its pathless flight, The starway whence it cante. She sleeps beneath a tablet white, On which is carved * No Name.” ’T was sad 10 see ¢ach passer-by Bow down his head so low, And gaze within her half, closed eyes, Before they turned 'to'go; Allsighed to see the cold, pale face; That sadly on them smiled, Not one a kinsman’s line could trace Upon that homeless child. (Onorvs.) Out in this heartless world, unknown, She sought her daily bread, Until they found her thus alone, Cold, starved, deserted, dead: No mother’s kiss, no father’s sigh, No words of parting came ; But in the children’s back on high, The angels wrote her name. (OHoRvS.) 24 Thady O’Flinn, Thady O’Flinn, ag’in and ag’in You said ‘you loved me dearly, And sorra a bit I doubted it, thought: you loved sincerely ; You said. when we should married be, You'd make me quite a lady, But now I find you’ve changed your mind, It’s ‘ugly Norah Grady. - CHORUS. Sorra a bit I mind the chit, Sure I was only Vazin’; Its'you’re the one to throw your fun At ugly Norah Grady ; But. don’t begin and do it ag'in, Now there’s a darlin’ Thady. At Phelim’s-wake I saw ye take Her hand with glanees tinder, "Though sorra a, bit ye fancied it, I saw ye through the winder; Your arm’ you placed around her waist, It’s little did.she mind ye, You called her dear tight in her ear, L-wish Pd heen behind ye. (CHORUS.) Goolah fair, I saw ye there, Along with, Norah Grady ; It’s sorra a bit ye fancied it, But I persaived ye, Thady; I pity your. taste your love to waste On Norah so consaited, Why I declare you’re muttherin’ there, As if you’d been ill-trated. (CHORUS) 25 There, go your ways, yourself -to plaze, You only need be throublin’, ; "Ye think there’s few us fine as you, | From here away to Dublin ; There’s Pat, Malone at least you'll own, And Mike and Clanty Brady, And Barney Burke and Terry O’Rourke— I’m not in earnest, Thady. (CHORUS.) Life is a River. Oh, life is a river, and man is ‘the boat, That over its surface is destined to float— And joy is a cargo so easily stored, That he isa fool who takes sorrow aboard. We all have a taste of the ups and downs, As fartune dispenses her smiles and her frowns; | But may we not hope, if she’s frowning to-day, That to-morrow she’ll lend us the light of her ray ? Would summer be prized for its fruits and its flowers If winter ne’er followed with storm, winds, and showers ? And does not the brightest of pleasures appear Still brighter, when chequered by moments of care? | I ask not for gold, are there treasures in wealth, So dear to the heart as contentment and health ? Oh, give me but these, naught can add to my store, | Without them, though riches are mine, I am_ poor. 26 “Any Ornaments.” AS SUNG WITH GREAT APPLAUSE BY OHAS, VIVIAN. Copied by permission of QO. Ditson & Co., Music Publishers, 277 Washington St., Boston, owners of the copyright. C. H. Dirson & Co., 711 Broadway, New York. My hopes, alas, have blighted been, Most cruelly I’ve slighted been, My love has unrequited been, Although T can’t tell why. My grief to you I will unfold, I loved a girl nineteen years old, Who round the streets fine papers sold, And would her wares. cry, Spoken : Talk about girls, eho was a beauty, and the first mo- ment I beheld her I became infatuated. Oh, what an ecstacyr of bliss I was in the moment I heard her veice crying— CHORUS. Any ornaments for your mantlepiece For your mantlepiece, for your mantlepiece, Any ornaments for your mantlepiece Was her daily cry. Shé swore that she would stick to me, Behave just like a “brick” to me, But why she played this trick on me I’m sure I can’t tell. To talk of marriage I began, She seemed delighted at the plan, But, oh, she wed another man, Not half such a swell. Spoken; Yes, she gave me the cut direct and married a bar- ber’s boy. And when I copitate, study, ruminate, ponder and soliloquise, on what we might/have been if this young shaver hadn't conie acrdss us, it drives me to distraction. Now TI al- ways behaved kind to her, and she usedto says * Oh, Billy, won’t we be BB we're married. Won’t the people all envy me as I walk through the street; singing—" (CHOoRUB.) 2% Her husband was a crue) man, To turn quite cool he soon began ; At length from her away he ran, And ne’er more was seen, This was a settler to the bride, Who walked down to the river side, And there to end her life tried, And did the job clean. ken: Twas walking beside the river one morning when my eyes fell on an object which J thought [had seen before. I ap- roached, when, ah, what do 1 behold. There, in all her beauty, ies my faithless fair. She has put_an end to her life by means of poison. See! she moves! I place my ear in close Pe to her lips—she is about to speak. With bated breath anxiously listen, when lo! her dying words are-- (CHoRUs.) Duett of the Two Men-at-Arms, FROM OFFENBACH’S OPERA, GENEVIEVE DE BRABANT. Copied by permission of O. Dirson & Oo., Music Publishers, 277 Washington St., Boston, owners of the copyright. Cc. H. Dirson & Co., 711 Broadway, New York. To watch while all the city’s sleeping, To chase the rogues that prowl at night, Always an eye wide open keeping, This is our duty and delight, Within these shades how calm; ’tis charming | That’s true for you; ’tis quiet here, Cuorus—How gay the life of men-at-arms, We love, we love good cheer ; How gay the life of men-at arms, We laugh at all, at all alarms, Our iron coats, we always wear them, Not quite like silk are they, in truth, For march and rest we always bear them, We fear no thief nor festive youth ; _ Always we dream, and dream with pleasure, That’s true, there’s nothing like good rest. 28 I’m the Chap that's Nobby. © AS SUNG BY THE ELISE HOLT BURLESQUE TROUPE. Copied by permission of O. Dirson & Co.. Music Publishers, 277 Washington St., Boston, owners of the copyright. Cc. H. Ditson & Co., 711, Broadway, New York. I’m the chap that’s nobby, as you see, see, see, I’m free and easy everywhere, you'll all agree ; I sip my widow cliquot, while I’ve chink, chink, chink, And at the pretty. charmers, oh! I wink, wink, wink, Up and down the street so gayly, Dressed to kill the style am I; Ladies nod and greet me daily, Smiling sweet as I pass by. Spoken; Why shouldn’t they ?—bless the dear little tootsey- wootsies. Why they ail know that— CHORUS. a I’m the chap that’s nobby, as you see, see, see, I’m free and easy. everywhere, you'll all agree, I sip my widow cliquot, while Pye chink, chink, chink, . And at the pretty charmers, oh! I wink, wink, wink. Dashing through the “Central,” oft I go, go, go, My “bays” you'll find them any thing at all but slow ; I always “ fight the tiger,” till Pye won, won, won, But then you know I’m mammy’s only son, son, son, Care, you see, I’ve cut forever, Tailors’ bills I never pay ; All my “ pals” are rich and clever, Up to any gentecl lay. Spoken : Billiards, etc., etc., sometimes “poker”? but nothing | “shabby,’’-for you see— (Cnorvs.) Always find me ready for a lark, lark, lark, From early morning keep it up till after dark , My coinrades always find me, on the square, square, square, And if there’s any fighting, why I’m there, there, there, | | | | | | | J 29 Hearts I know I’m often breaking, Lovely dears it makes me sad, Quite a “ swell,” there’s no mistaking, Don’t I make my rivals mad. Spoken: Because I cut them ont! What’s the reason of my great success with the fairsex? Illtell you— Because (CuHo.) "How Stupid Some Men Are. AS SUNG IN THE OPERA “LA PERICHOLE.” Copied by permission of O. Drrson & Co., Music Publishers, 277 Washington St., Boston, owners of the copyright, C. H. Dirson & Co., T11 Broadway, New York. Piquillo, cease this foolish anger, And stay those furious gestures all ; Are these the manners, pray sir, tell me, To practice in this princely hall ? You spoil and mar the party’s pleasure, I only please them for your good, Ah! see the fool! He will not comprehend ! CHORUS. Ah, me! ah, me! how stupid some men are, And ’tis very hard to bear, and it frets me, I declare, Ah! ah! ak! so stupid, I declare, Yes, how stupid some men are! Thou seest here a piece of fortune, Let’s seize it while the luck is ours, And after all, can you not trust her Who loves you all the day’s long hours. Be silent, pleasant, and confiding, And soon this comedy will cease ; No use, no use, He will not understand ! (CHonUs.) Pretty Little Dear. Copied by permission of Joun Cuurcn, JR., Music Publisher, 66 West Fourth St., Cincinnati, owner of the copyright. *T was by chance the other day, As down, the street.I strayed, I spied a pretty yellow gal, With footsteps light and: gay. When first she did appear, My heart felt mighty queer, For she was altogether such A pretty little dear, CHORUS. Her name it was Johannah, She played on the piano, She stole my heart away when first she did appear, For she was altogether such a pretty little dear, IT told her of my love, And asked her.to be mine, She said to have a nig like me She didn’t feel inclined. When thus she did explain, My heart felt mighty queer, I expected no such answer < From this pretty little dear. (CHorvs.) I oftentimes have wished, That this gal Td never seen ; Oh, if she only would be mine, How happy I'd have been ; She caused me such distress, But Tl try my heart to cheer, And nevermore shall fall in love With a pretty little dear. (CHoRvS.) — 31 Crossing on the Ferry, COMIC SONG FOR GENTLEMEN. BY BOBBY NEWCOMB. Copied by permission of J, L, Peres, Music Publisher, 198 Broadway. N. Y., owner of the copyright, who has granted to Beadle & Co, the exclu- sive right to use the words of this song, Oh! please. don’t laugh when I relate To you a story Sweet, It’s all about a charming girl, That I by chance did meet; ’T was love at first sight when we met, Those lips so red and cherry, Oh! what a stunning girl it was, That I met on the ferry. _ CHORUS, Walking through the cabin, passing all the style, Smiling on the fair sex, hows to beguile ; Nothing yet can cheer me, for I can’t be merry, Since I met that little dear, crossing on the ferry. I scarcely knew which way to look, For she a magnet seemed, Electrie sparks I thought I felt, So bright her eyes they beamed ; For every glance was like a lance, As in my heart they’d bury, Until I felt, I searce knew how, While crossing on the ferry. (CHORUS.) Our journey’s end at last arrived, My heart beat slow and fast, While passengers ran here and there, My love among. them passed; ° She turned her head and spoke to me, In a voice so soft and merry, Saying, write a note to Station D, Sign, “crossing on the ferry.” (CHorus.) 82 Johnny McSwattigan. Copied by permission of Wau. A. Pond & Co., Music Publishers, 547 & 805 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright, Come, listen kind gentle folks all, Td as:lief tell to you as to any man The mishaps that happened to full To the lot of your fri’nd, J. McSwattigan, Now Johnny he gave a fine ball, In return for the one give by Lanigan, And though the invites were but small, They were issued by Mister’r McSwattigan. CHORUS. Fol de-lol, de-lol, de-lay, Td have said something good if I'd thought again! Fol de-lol, de-lol, ,de-lay,. Oh, how ate you Johnuy McSwattigan ? He invited his friend Pat Malloy, With Teddy McGlynn and O’Flannigan, And Shamus O’Brien, the brave boy, Who loves Ireland like Johnny McSwattigan. Tim Regen, his comrade in arms, Was invited to come and get shot again ; The fat and the lean and the tall Came along at the call of McSwattigan. (Cxo.) They battered the flure all the. night, And reeled it until they were hot again, Soon fat Mistress Murphy came there, And she stood up to dance with McSwattigan. He’s fond of the ladies, bedad, - And'they all of them say, “ What a pretty man, And how I would like one swate kiss From the blarneying lips of McSwattigan.” 83 The ructions aroused the whole ward, And an officer’s club went rat-tat again ! The p’liceman, he swore “ Be the powers,” That he’d lock up this Johnny McSwattigan . But the couples kept dancing away, And it brought quite a crowd to the spot again, Shilelahs began for to play, And his friends swore they'd stand by MeSwattigan. Mistress Murphy she fell in a fit, And right down on the flure she did squat’ again, The table flew out of the door, And in passing it struck J. McSwattigan ; Then the windy fell out of the sash, And they pulled out the legs of the cot again, The ceiling fell on them “ ker-smash,” Which av course stopped the ball of McSwattigan, Til sing you another short verse, Though I did not expect to be sought again, And [ have not had time to rehearse— Do you doubt me? ask Johnny McSwattigan { I would have had something quite new If I'd thought my song would be brought out again, But—here's a fresh welcome to you Who have patronised Johnny McSwattigan. (CHo.) Under the Greenwood Tree. Under the greenwood tree, ,Who loves to be with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird’s throat ? Come hither, come! here shall we see no enemy But wirter and rough weather. 34 The Old Cottage Clock, The old, old clock of, the household stock, Yas the brightest thing and the neatest; Its hands, though old, had a touch of gold, And its chime ran still. the sweetest : ’T was a monitor, too, though its words were few, Yet they lived though nations altered ; And it’s voice, still strong, warned old and young, When the voice of friendship faltered. Tick tick; it said, quick quick to bed, For ten I’ve given warning ; Up, up and go, or else you know You'll never rise soon in the morning. A friendly voice was that old, old clock, As it stood in the corner smiling, And blessed the time with a merry chime, The wintry hours beguiling ; But a cross old voice was that tiresome clock, As it called at daybreak boldly, When the dawn looked gray o’er the misty way, And the morning air blew coldly. Tick tick, it said, quick out of bed, For five ve given warning ; Yow ll never have health, you'll never get wealth, Unless you’re up soon in the morning. Still hourly the sound goes round and round, With a tone that ceases never, While tears are shed for the bright days fled, And the old friends lost forever : Its heart beats on, though hearts are gone That warmer beat and younger ; on ov Tts hands still move, though hands we love Are clasped. on earth no longer. Tick, tick, it said; to the churchyard béd, The grave hath given warning, Up, up and rise, and look to the skies, And prepare for a heavenly morning. Tis Hard to Give the Hand. Though I mingle in the throng Of the happy and the gay, From the mirth of dance and song I would fain be far away; For I love to use no wile, And I can but deem it sin That the brow should wear a smile When the soul is sad within. Though a parent’s stern command Claims obedience still from me, It is hard to give the hand Where the heart can never. be. I have sighed and suffered long, Yet have never told my grief, In the hope that for my wrong Time itself would bring relief; I will own no rebel thought, But I will not wear the chain, That with me must still be fraught With but misery and pain. In all else I will be bland, But in this I must be free, And I will not give the hand Where the heart can never be. 36 The Trish Sojer Boy. Copied by permission of O. Drrson & Co., Music Publishers, ~ 277 Washington St., Boston, owners of the copyright. C. H. Dirson & Co., 711 Broadway, New York. Ocb, boys, ’'m not long from the army, I fought in the great fillaloo, I was always the devil for fightin’ Whin I had any fightin’-to do- Lenlisted one day for a sojer, They give me a shillin’ for that, But when T had done all the fightin’ They showed the could shoulder to Pat. CHORUS. Hurrah! ‘boys, let’s all be merry and free, Hurrah ! boys, a soldier's life for me, Hurrah ! boys, a soldier, a soldier Pll be ; Fight like a brick wid your gun and your stick, An’ try to set Ireland free. Tm never at,p’ace till ’'m fightin’, © Pm always, at home whin abroad, And T hope the day’s not far distant Whin Ill fight for the green Irish sod. It’s thin T’)l forget all contintion, Except whin there’s need to eontind ; In the ranks of the brave [ll stand foremost, My own native isle to defend. _ (Cuorvs.) Then here’s that the Star Spangled banner In freedom may ever float free, Along with the green flag of Erin, The pride of the land and the sea. Great corporal comfort I'll feel, boys, If gin’ral satisfaction I give, Though in your cause I could die, boys, Pll never say die while I live. (Cuorvs.) 37 Shamus O’Brien, ANSWER TO “NORA O'NEIL.’’ BY WILL 8. HAYS. Copied by perinission of J,.L. Peters, M Publisher, 198 Broadway, N, ¥., owner of the copyright, who has granted to Beadle & Co, the exclu- sive right to use the words of this song. Oh! sweet is the smile of the beautiful morn, As it peeps through tle curtain of ‘night, And thevoice'of the nightingale singing his tune, While the stars seem to smile with delight. Old Nature now lingers in silent repose, - And the sweet breath of summer is calm, While I sit-and *wonder‘if ‘Shanius e’er knows How‘ead and unhappy Iam. : CHORUS. é Oh ! Shamus ‘O'Brien, why don’t you come home ? You don’t know how happy [Pll be ; Tye; but one darling wish, and that is that you'd. come And forever be happy with me. I'llsmiie when you smile and T’ll weep when you weep T'll give you a kiss for # kiss ; And all the ‘fond vows that I’ve made you T’ll keep ; What more can I promise than this ? Does the sea have such bright and such beautiful charms That your heart will not leave it for me? Oh! why did T let you get out of my arms, Like a bird that was caged and is free. (Caorvs.) ’ Oh! Shamus O’Brien, ’'m loving you yet, And my heart is still trusting and kind; It was you who first took it, and can you forget, That love for another you'd find? No! no! if you break it with sorrow and pain, Tl then have a duty to do; If you'll bring it to me, I'llmend it again, And trust it, dear Shamus, to you. (CHORUS.) | 38 He. She. She. He. Sh é. fe. She. He. He. She. Fe. She. He. She. He. Both, | He. She. ' ' Matrimonial Sweets. A COMIC DUETT. Do cease your clack and hold your tongue, You're always teazing, squalling, bawling. You're always quarreling all day long, And ugly names are calling. You know you ne’er can be at peace. Now, pray, do let your passion cease. You're never quiet. I deny it. Madam, you'll my rage increase. Oh, dear, oh, dear, ’tis the plague of my lif? That ever I became your wife. 5 Oh dear, oh dear, ’tis the plague of my life That ever you became my wife. You know you're always gadding about, Dancing, walking, cliatting, talking. You know from morn till night you're out, With other ladies walking. You know you're always after fellows, ’Tis only you're so very jealous. You'll own you do it. Oh, you shall rue it. We're a happy pair, so people tell us. Oh dear, oh dear, etc, You'll own your temper’s very bad, Looks so flaunting, always pouting. Yours is enough to drive one mad, Suspicious, jealous, doubting. You know my passion don’t remain. But soon as off begins again. Oh, how vexing! How perplexing ! 39 He. You'll put mein a rage again. Both. Oh dear, oh dear, etc. He. Madam, we had better part, Than by living constant din in. She. Oh, Pl agree with all my heart ; Let's be the task beginning. He. Thereby bid a last farewell. She. And I now take a final view. He. North! She. South! He. East! She. West! He. Take which corner you like best, He, Oh dear, oh dear, I now for life Am rid of my tormenting wife. She. Oh dear, oh dear, I now for life Forsake the office of a wife. Spoken; ‘* Well, then, madam, 1s you are determined to go, good-by.” ‘‘ Good-by, sir.” ‘ You'll recollect, madam, ’tis all your own fault.” *‘I beg your pardon, sir; ‘tis all your own fault—I say tis yours, sir.” ‘Zounds; madam, D say ‘tis yours. You know I never was in a passion.” He. My dearest loye, don’t leave me so: Without measure you’re my pleasure. She. You know, my love, I could not go, For you're my darling treasure. He, Then for the future let’s agree, She. And. live in sweetest harmony. He. Nor let to-morrow She. Bring forth sorrow He. To crush our sweetest felicity. She. Oh dear, oh dear, ’tis the joy of my life That ever I became your wife. He. Oh dear, oh dear, ’tis the joy of my life That ever you became my wife. 40 Have You Seen my Nellie ? Copied by permission of O. Dirson & Co., Musi 277 Washington St., Boston, owners of the copyright. C. Ul. Dirson & Co., 711 Broadway, New York. Oh, dear, I feel so happy, As happy as can be, No doubt you wonder what it is That fills me so with glee. [ll tell you, I’m in love, With such a dashing belle, I met her first in Washington street, Her name is Charming Nell. Cuorus—I say, boys, have you seen my Nellie, Have you seen her pearly teeth, Have you seen her hair? I say, boys, have you seen my Nellie ? Nellie’s such a pretty girl, The fuirest of the fair. I'ma regular dashing swell, To every dodge ’m down, T’m admired by all the Boston sports And all the girls in town. They call me their dear Charlie, And ‘they vow they love me true, To gain my young affections, But that caper doesn’t do. (CHorvs.) To every ball I go, And don’t: IT cut a shine, Tilove the mazy dance, It really is so fine. Tm very fond: of dancing The schottiscl: and: quadrille, Publishers, | | | 41 But when I hear a charming waltz I scarcely can keep still. (CHorvs.) Tm tired of single life, And T wish that I could find One to make a loving wife, Sh So gentle and so kind, e’d always find love beaming, In every smile and glance, Tm ‘sure that many a lady here CHorus— Should jump at such a chance. (CHorU oa O’Shane, The cold winds of autumn Wail mournfully here, The leaves round me falling Are faded and sere; But chill though the breeze be, And threatening the storm, My heart full of fondness Seats kindly and warm, Oh! Dennis, dear, come back to me, I count the hours away from thee, Return, and never part again From thine own darling, Kate O’Shane, *Twas here we last parted, *T was here we first met, And ne’er has he caused me One tear of regret; The seasons may alter, Their change I defy, My heart's one glad summer When Dennis is by. (CHorvs.} 42 7 The Man with the Wooden Leg. AS SUNG BY BILLY EMERSON. Copied by permission of Joun Cuurcu, Jr., Music Publisher, 66 West Fourth St., Cincinnati, owner of the copyright. When I was twenty years of age, In love I deep did fall, With.a gal from Pennsylvania, *T was at a fancy ball; Her glances pierced me through and through, Her name was Annie Searles; Her eyes were blue, and oh, she had Such lovely auburn curls. Yet oh, she was unkind to me, And I wouldn’t care a peg, But she’s gone away to Australia, With a man with a wooden leg. CHORUS. Her glances pierced him through and through, Her name was Annie Searles ; Her eyes were blue, and then she had Such lovely auburn curls. Her tiny waist and little feet Would set your heart on fire; Oh, there was something in that girl You could not but admire. And when she laughed or gave a smile, She showed two rows of pearls ; I never saw such charms before, Nor yet such auburn curls, Yet oh, she was unkind to me, etc. (CHo.) One day I asked my Annie dear If her lovely hair was dyed ; | | 43 With passion then she slapped my face And boxed my ears beside ; I nearly fell upon the floor, Alas! poor Annie Searles, I made a grab, and in my hands Were the lovely auburn curls. Yet oh, she was unkind to me, etc. (CHorus.) And now I’m down on_all young girls, No matter when or where ; I can not bear their waterfalls, I hate all curly, hair ; Now if you know some rich old maid, Inform me quick, I beg; Pll marry her provided that She’s got a wooden leg. Yet oh, she was unkind to me, etc. (CHorus.) The Curfew. Hark ! the curfew’s solemn sound, Silent darkness spreads around ; Heavy it beats on the lover's heart, Who leaves with a sigh his tale half told, The poring monk and his book must part, And fearful the miser locks up his gold ; Now, while labor sleeps, and charmed sorrow, O’er the dewy green, By the glowworm’s light, Unheard, unseen, Dance the elves of night ; Yet where their midnight pranks have been The circled turf will betray to-morrow. | Ad The Punny Fellow. BY WM. H. LINGARD, Copied by permission of Wm, A. Pond, & Co,, Mnsic Publishers, | 547 & 85 Broadway, New York, owners of tne copyright, ’Twas at a party that.I met A.very. funny man, The funniest man that I’ve seen, Yet forget I never can. He sat beside me all’ the night, And told such fynny tales, Td tell you all’his funny ways But can’t, for memory fails. CHORUS. I have met futiny men, So very full of fun, Yes, very furmy men, As funny as fanny can ve, But never such a one As that funny man that sat by me. He laughed and chaffed, and oh! he joked In such, a funny style, I really thought I, should: have choked With laughter-all the while. Tie punned on every thing) I said, And took off every one Who.danced or sung. so cleverly, He kept me full of fun ! (Cnorts.) At last things took a serious phase, Iie whispered in my ear, “ My love, my dove, your charming ways Have won my heart, my dear.” Of course I Ultshed, my face was flushed The color of the pink; 45 I never was so much confused In all my life, I think. (CHorvs.) I don’t object’ to making love And courting, ol dear! no, Or being called a pet, or, dove; Tn accents soft and low; But fancy making love to me In quite a funny way; "Twas such a. strange. proposal that I knew not. what to say. (Cxorvs.) But still I rather liked him—so I answered softly, “ Yes.” He said, “ I now must leave you, though It pains me, I confess.” He gave his card, and shortly left, But promised he would write, And fix the wedding-day at once, Provided that he might, (Cuorvs.) He had not left a minute, when -A friend came up to me, And said, “ That funniest of men You don’t know, I can see. He’s quite a monomaniac, This hobby to him clings, That’s making loye to pretty girls By saying funny things.” CHORUS. I have met ‘funny men, So.very full of fun, Yes, very funny. men, As funny as. funny, can be, But never such a one As that funny man that sat by me. 46 McFadden’s Picnic; Copied by permission of C. M. TREMAINE, Music Publisher, 481 Broadway, New York, owner of the copyright. Near the beautiful town of Killybeys, In the county of Donegal, The McFaddens, the Maloneys, With their children‘ large and small, Gave over their daily labor, Sorra stroke*of work would they do; But betook themselves ‘to the fields and’ woods For to kick up.a hubbubaloo. There was all the McFaddens, both young and old, And Terence O’Flaherty’s niece, A hundred and fifty Maloneys, Wid a peck of praities a piece ; And Father O'Toole from Carrigaline, The Gilhooleys of Borrisokane, And Patsey Maloy, that broth of a boy, Wid the elegant widow MeShane: *Neath the shade of a tree by a clear-running brook, On the turf a cloth they spread, The same that generally covered the limbs Of the young McFaddens in bed. Then they emptied their packs of the sweetest of cakes And the choicest of. bacon and meat, And for two hours through, divil a bit did they do, But drink whisky, and, gabble, and eat, > By the pipes of McGofisk they danced “and sung Like divils, wid mad possessed, And Father O’Poole inthe widow’s'embrace, Was shakin’ his foot wid the best 5 | Ould Seally, the tailor, released from his goose, Had the wife of McFadden in tow, And.they lathered the gravel in. style that, bedad, Ye can’t see in a travelin’ show. The woods they presented a beautiful sight, All thickened with maidens so sweet, And Mick Hogan a-courtin’ O’Flaherty’s niece, In a nate Jittle shady retreat ; Ould McFadden dead drunk, and laid out like a corpse, Wid a dozen Maloneys or more, And the swate little brats playing toy wid his nose Wid the end of an innocent straw. Charlie is my Darling. Charlie is my darling, My darling—my darling ! Charlie is my darling, The young cavalier ! 'Twas on a Monday morning, Right early in the year, When first Isaw my brave Monteith, The young cavalier. ; As he came marching up the brae, The pipes played loud and clear, And a the clan came running out To meet the cavalier. Wi? Highland bonnet on his head, And claymore Jong and clear, He came to fight for Scotland’s rights: My brave, cavalier. 48 You Couldn't do Without Us, COMPOSED AND SUNG BY WILLIAM HORACE LINGARD. | Copied by permission of Wm. A. Ponp & Co., Music Publishers, 547 & 865 Broadway, New York, owners of the copyright. I'm going to, sing you a song, Not very short nor over long, And as to whether right or wrong, You'll see when I have done, sits. It is about the sterner sex, Whom us girls often do perplex, Tease, defy, deceive and vex, And think it jolly fun, sirs. CHORUS. Oh, you know it’s true, You can’t deny what I tell you, You dote on us, of course you do, You couldn’t do without us. When little girls, you often please To take and dance us on your knees, We pull your whiskers and we tease You near to desperation ; But when we have much bigger grown, Just like the tender rose full blown, Oh, don’t you wish we were your own, And then feel love’s sensation. (CHoRUS.) Well then you swear that us you love, And vow by all the stars above, And if you only squeeze our glove, You think it blissful pleasure. You call us “ducks,” and little “ dears,” And sometimes walk us out for years, ’ And then implore, with sighs and tears, To be your darling treasure. (CHorvs.) 55 Dandy Pat. Copied _by permission of O. Dirson & Co., Music Publishers, 277 Washington St., Boston, owners of the copyright. C, H. Dirson & Co., %11 Broadway, New York, Pm the boy called Dandy. Pat, I was born in the town of Ballina Dandy Pat I O. T coorted one Miss Kitty Maloy, She sed I was the broth of a boy, Dandy Pat I O. Cuorvs—I’m Dandy Pat I O, I’m Dandy Pat I O, From Magherafat to Ballinafat There’s none come up to Dandy Pat. My leg and foot is nate and trim, Tlie girls all say just look at him, Dandy Pat I O. My stick is made of good black thorn, Tm the funniest fellow that ever was born. Dandy Pat I O. (CHORUS.) My coat is made of Irish. frieze, The devil a one can take the prize From Dandy Pat [ O. My hat is made of Irish felt, The hearts of all the girls I melt, I’m Pat the dandy O. (CHORUS.) I took a walk to the Central Park, A charming lady made the remark, Pat the Dandy O. She axed me home to take some tay, She said she’d never go away From Pat the Dandy 0O. (CHoRUvS.) 56 Soar by permission of O. Dirson.& Co., 277, Washington St., The Style in Which it’s Done, CHARLES VIVIAN’S POPULAR SONG. C. H. DITsoNn & Co., M11 Broadway, New york. I stand before you once again, A few words just to say ; The subject of my song I’m sure We each meet every day. Some men live fast and others slow, As through the world they run, But so very much depends upon The style in which it’s done. Fortune’s ever said to give Her favors to the braye ; But fortune’s fickle unless that we With judgment do behave. It is not by the fastest horse Each handicap is won, For so very much depends upon The style in which it’s done. A man shall steal a horse we read, And not be “ brought to book,” While another man across a hedge Is not allowed to look. This may seem contradictory Indeed to many a one, But so very much depends upon The style in which it’s done, Now has it ne’er oceurred to you How strange the mystery seems, That young girls dash along Broadway Who scarce are in their teens ? Music Publishers, Boston, owners of ‘the copyright, Their pa’s are poor, but still they dress In a style that’s number one, But so very much depends upon The style in which it’s done. I think T'll now conclude my song, Perhaps you'll say it’s time, But T hope that I have pleased you With my little bit of rhyme; Some may think it is too short, And others it’s too long, But so very much depends upon The style in which it’s done, ' I’ve Been Roaming. [ve been roaming, I’ve been roaming Where the meadow dew is sweet, And I’m coming, and I’m coming With its pearls upon my feet. T’ve been roaming, I’ve been roaming O’er the rose and lily fair, And T’m coming, and I’m coming With their blossoms in my hair. Pve been roaming, I’ve been roaming Where the honeysuckle creeps, And I’m eceming, and ?m coming With. its kisses om my lips. I’ve been roaming, I’ve been roaming Over hill and over plain, And I’m coming, and I’m coming To my bower back aguin, + 58 Robinson Crusoe. Copied by permission of O. Dirrson & Co., Music Publishers, 277 Washington St., Boston, owners of the copyright. C. H. Dirson & Co., 711 Broadway, New York. When I was a lad I had cause to be sad, My grandfather I did lose, oh ; Pil bet you a can You have heard of the man, His name it was Robinson Crusoe. Crorus—Oh, Robinson Crusoe, Oh, poor Robinson Crusoe ! Tink a tink tang, tink a tink tang; Oh, poor Robinson Crusoe! Perhaps you’ve read in-a book, Of a voyage that he took, And-how the raging whirlwind blew, so That the ship. with a shock Drove plump on a rock, Near drowning poor Robinson Crusoe, (CHO.) Poor soul! none but he Remained on the sea, Ah ! fate, fate, how could you do so? Till ashore he was thrown, On an island unknown: Oh, poor Robinson Crusoe! (CaoRrvs.) He wanted something to eat, And he sought for some meat, But the cattle away from him flew, so That, but for his gun, He'd been surely undone : Oh, my poor Robinson Crusoe. (CHorvs.) But he saved from aboard An old gun and a sword, 59 And another odd matter or two, so That by dint of his thrift He managed to shift : Well done, Robinson Crusoe, (CHoRvdS.) And he happened to save, From the merciless wave, A poor parrot. I assure you ’tis true, so That when he’d come home, From a wearisome roam, , She'd cry out, Poor Robinson Crusoe. (CHo.) He got all the wood That ever he could, And stuck it together with glue, so That he made him a hut, In which he might put The carcass of Robinson Crusoe, (CHORUS.) He used to wear an old cap, And a coat with long flap, With a beard as long as a Jew, so That, by all that is civil, He looked like a devil, More than like Robinson Crusoe. (CHORUS.) And then his man, Friday, Kept the house neat and tidy, To be sure, ’twas his business to do so; They lived friendly together, Less like servant than neighbor, Lived Friday and Robinson Crusoe. . (CHoRus.) At last an English sail Came near within hail ; Oh! then he took to his little canoe, so That on reaching the ship, The captain gave him a trip Back to the country of Robinson Crusoe. 60 Old Uncle Ben, the Colored Refugee, BY WILL. $. HAYS, Copied by permission of ‘J, L., Perens, Music Publisher, 198 Broadway. N. Y., owner of the copyright, who has granted to Beadle & Co. the exclu- sive right to use the;words of this/song; The old log cabin stands alone, Beside the winding stream, Whose echoes sound so ‘sweet-at night, Like music¢.in a dream + The mocking-bird sings blithe and gay, The coon plays in the tree, The moon looks down on Uncle Ben, The colored refugee. Cuorus—He’s sad and lonely, weak and poor, "Way down in Tennessee ; Oh ! Jet us pity Unele Ben, The colored refugee. The banjo which »be used to play, Hangs upbehind ‘the: door, The strings have:broken one by one, He can not play it -more; His oldedog looks him in the: face, And climbs.upon his knee, And moans aloud for Uncle Ben, The colored refugee. (Cuorvs.) When night comes on, the blossoms wild Perfume the soutbern air, And Uncle Ben lies down to sleep, To dream away his care ; He hears the angels singing sweet, While one comes down to see If death has kissed old Uncle Ben, The colored refugee. (CHorus.) 61 / My Father Sould Charcoal. Copied by permission of Or1vER Dirson & Co., Music Publish- ers, 277 Washington street, Boston, owners of the copyright. When I was a servant in sweet Tipperary, oh ! I was as smart as;the divil, and just as contrairy, oh! An Irish gossoon, and great was'the applause of it, My father;sould charcoal, and that was‘the cause of it. An Jrish gossoon, and great was the applause of it, My; father sould charcoal, and:that'was the causeof it. Arrah, my mother, poor soul, had a habit of drink- ing, oh’! She fell in a ditch, which set her to thinking, oh ! A mammoth: pratee, and great ‘was the size of it, Me mouth held a dozen, which widened the breadth of it. Me mouth held a dozen, which widened the breadth of it, My father sould charcoal, and that was the cause of it. At a break-down or reel, ‘it’s highly and dutiful, And if to remember, you need not so stare at me, Sure ‘I ean wear my brogans both ‘behind and, in front of me. And how does yeas do, I see yeas all langh at me, And what would yeas give for a nice photograph of me, And if to remember, you need not so stare-at me, Sure T’'ll giye. every mother’s son of yeas a lock of the hair of me. 62 Put it Down to Me, The other day while: strolling Out to walk and dine, I saw a hack come flying by, I hailed it with a sign ; Then in I sprung and said, “ pray drive To Brook street, number tliree ;” And when we: had, arrived there, Spoken : Isaid: “ Driver! would you be so kind, i. you please, as to” Put it down to me. CHORUS. Yes, put it down to me, sir, Put it down to me; I tick like.a chronometer, So put it down to me. One day when with my brother, A toll-house did appear ; I slightly slackened my pace Of course, on drawing near. The toll-house man stood ready To receive from me his fee, But as I gave my horse its head, Spoken; 1 said; ‘‘ Toll-man! would you be so kind, if. you please, as to”’ Put it down to me. (CHORUS.) One wet day I was tripping Down a fashionable street, When one of those street sweepers swept The dirt upon my feet; T hailed a little blacking boy, Who brushed away with glee, And after he had shined my boots, — 63 Spoken : I said: ‘“Blacking boy, would you be so kind, if you | pos as to”’ Spoken ; be PP kin Spoken: be so kin Spoken ; You may Put it down to me, (CHorvs.) When coming to the city By the fast. express— I make a point of traveling First-class, as you’d guess— I said, “ A first-class ticket,” He said, “ twenty-eight and three ;” Then I snatched up ticket and the cash, ; And said: ‘ Ticket- seller, Pil ook it, 80 would you d, if you please, as to”’ Put it down to me. (CHORUS.) To-night when I arrived here, I found Thad no tin, But, as of course you'll guess, my friends, I wanted to come in. The man who sells the tickets, He handed one to me; T took it and said, “ Thank you, sir,” “T have no change about me just now, so would you d, if you please, as sto” Put it down to me. (CHORUS.) I have no more to tell you, So! L think Td better stop; Or as they have it in the trade, Vd better “ shut up shop.” But you all do look so jolly, And laugh so much at me, If you'd like to -have a glass all round, I'll tell you what you may do, audience, if you like. Put it down to me. (CHORUS.) 64 King Cash. AS SPNG BY MRS. HOWARD PAUL. Hope may fade, ambition may Jeave you, Love mhy wound, ingratitude grieve you: Gold alone will never deceive yon. Gold is Worth all else upon earth. Your ills may Be remedied quickly, The method is easy and sure ; By gilding your'pills pretty thickly, You don’t leave a doubt of the cure Somehow in these prosaiac times, Poverty seems the worst of crimes, Lucky the man Whe. cuts a dash, Thanks to the smiles of great King Cash. CHORES. Sceptered and crowned, that monarch renowned Governs wherever a mortal is found, Daily he brings all coyeied things, Cash is the strongesf and ‘greatest of kings. Myriads, kneel in homage before him, Misers court and cynics adore him, Millionaires and beggars implore him, All day long the very same-gong ! They talk of their noble’ intentions, And want but the means to: do good ; As if gold werethe best of inventions For making men do as they shbuald! Morning and night, both young and Old, Have but,a. single theme to sing: \ Offering praises up to gold, 5 CySh is the ruler of every thing. (Caorvus.) ra f | j i ; i : j BEADLE’S Dime Dialogues No. 19. Comprising New and Original Dialogues, Colloquies, Minor Dramas, ss Pieces, FF Skynet Hhihiti 28. etc. Seri Seri and Dress ,_ Hor Schools, Exhibitions, Homes, etc. Serious, Serio- Comic and Broadly Humorous. Arranged for Stage, Platform and Parlor, with the adjuncts of Scenery, ‘* Furniture,’’Costumes, etc., etc., simpli- fied to any situation, 100 12mo pages. An Awful Mystery. For two fe- males and two males. Jontentment. For two little girls. Who Are the Saints? For three young girls, The California Unele. For three males and three females. Be Kind to the Poor,