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HEARST'S SUNDAY: AMERICAN . A Newspaper for People Who Think — SUNDAY, MARCH 31, 1918
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Favorite Songs |
89. NANCY LEE.
(B flat.)
Of all the wives as e’'er you know,
Yeo-ho, lads, ho; yeo-ho! yeo-ho!
There's none like Naney Lee; I trow,
Yvo-ho! lads, ho! yeo-ho! )
See there she stands and waves her
hands upon the gquay,
An' ev'ry day when I'mm away she'll
watceh for me,
‘An’ wkhisper low, when tempesis blow,
for Jack at sea.
Yeosho! lads, ho! yeo-ho!
The <£ailor's wife the sailor's star
shall be,
Yeo-ho'! we go across the sea;
The sailor’s wife the sailor's star
shall be,
Mhe saitor's wife his star shall be.
The harbor's past, the breezes blow,
Yeo-ho. lads, ho; yeo-ho! veo-ho!
"Tis long ere we come back, 1 kitow,
" Yeo-ho! lads, ho! yeo-ho!
“But true and bright, from morn till
night, my home will be,
An’ all so neat an’ snug an’ sweet for
Jaek at sea,
An' Nancy's face to bless the place
an’ weicome me;
Yeo-ho! lads, ho! yeo-ho! £
The bos'n pipes the watch below,
. __Yeo-ho. lads, ho; yeo-ho! yeo-ho!
Then here's a health before we 80,
Yeo-ho! lads, ho! yeo-ho!
A long, long life to my sweet wife
and mates at sea;
An' keep our bones from Davy Jones
where'er we be;
An' may yocu meet a mate as sweet
as Nancy Lee,
Yeo-ho! lads, ho! yeo-ho!
10. MARCH! MARCHI
(E flat.)
March, march, march, march!
March, comrades, march along,
March, march, march, march!
March, a hundred million strong!
On through dark aad battle's roar,
On where none has dared before,
On to pay the ages score: g
Maxch, march, march!
Forwa.r?d, comrades,
March, march, forever,
Up with: the break of day,
Out on the trackless way,
Ours the will that must and can,
Oure to crown creation's plan,
Ours to win the world. for man:
March, comrades, march!
March, march, march, march!
March, comrades, march alongy
March, march, march, march!
March, a hundred million strong!
Prince of Peace, upheld our trust,
Though we face the battle thrust;
Fight we shall while fight we must:
March, march, march! -
Forward, comrades, -
March, march, forever,
Up with the break of day,.
Out on the trackless way,
Love to hate shall never vield
Wkile the sword of God we wield;
On to Armageddon’s field:
Muareh, comrades, march!
30. A PERFECT DAY.
(A flat.)
When you come to the end of a per
fect day,
And you sit alone with your
thought,
While the chimes ring out with a
carol gay,
For the joy that the day has
brought,
Do y6u think what the end of a per=
feéct day »
Can mean to a tired heart,
When the sun goes down wih a flam
ing ray
And the dear friends have to part?
Well, this is the emnd of a perisct
day, >
Near the end of a journey, tno:
But it leaves a thought that is big
and strong
With a wish that is kind and true,
For mem'ry has painted the perfect
day.
With colors that never fade,
And we find at the end of a perfect
day
The soul of a friend we've made.
(Used by permission of (nrrie Jacobs Bond &
Sons, publishers. )
15, KEEP THE HOME FIRES
BURNING.
(G.)
They were summoned from the hill
side,
They were called in from the glen,
And the country found them ready
At the stirring call for men.
Let no tears add to their hardship,
As the soldiers pass aieng,
And although your heart is breaking,
Make it sing this cheery song.
Keep the home fires burning,
While your hearts are yearning.
Though your lads are far away
They dream of home;
There’s a silver lining
Through the dark cioud shining.
Turn the dark cloud inside out,
Till the boys come home
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20. SEND ME A CURL,
There's a corner in my heart
That I'm keeping all apart
For the-little girl I lert behind.
I can see her wailing there
With the flowers in her hair
And the roses in her cheeks en
twined;
So when you're thinking of me over
yander,
When you wonder what I want to
weer,
Bend a pretty little cur!
“From the sweelest liitle girl in my
heme town. ;
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Copyright, 1917, By Howard Johnsom,
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12. JOAN OF ARC.
Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc,
Do your eyes, from the skies, see the
foe? s
_Don’'t you see the drooping Fleur
de-lig?
Can’t you hear the tears of Nor
mandy ?
Joan of Are, Joan of Arc;
Let your spirit guide us through,
Come lead your France to viectory.
Joan of Are, they are calling you.
(Used by permission of Waterson, Beriio &
Eoyder.) *
37. GOOD MORNING, MR. ZiP
ZIP-ZIP.
Good morning, Mr, Zip-Zip-Zip,
With your haircut just as short as
5 mine,
Good morning, Mr. Zip-Zip-Zip,
You'‘re surely loeking fine.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
If the Camels don't get you, the Fati«
mas must;
Good merning, Mr. Zip-Zip-Zip,
With your hair cut just as short as,
Your hair cut just as short as;
Hair cut just as short as mine.
28. LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN.
There’'s a girl I love wheo waits on
Lookout Mountain with a moun
tain of love for me;
On the winding path where first we
found each other., that is where
I long to be;
She is sweeter than the songs the
birds are singing back home in
i Tennessee,
There's a girl I love whe waits on
Lookout Mountain, with a moun=-
tain of love for me,
(Used by permission of Shapiro, Bemnstein & Co.)