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HEARSTS SUNDAY AMERICAN
| Good old Songs |
47. OLD FOLKS AT HOME.
(E flat.) :
Way @own upon the Swanee River,
far, far away,
There's where my heart is turning
ever,
There's where the old folks stay.
All up and down the whole creation,
sadly I roam,
Still longing for the old plantation
And for the old folks at home.
All the world am sad and dreary,
- everywhere 1 roam;
Oh, darkies, how my heart grows
weary,
Far from the old folks at home.
All around the little farm I wan
dered, when 1 was voung:
Then many days I squandered. many
s the songs 1 sung.
When¥ was playipg with my brother,
\, happy was I.
Oh! take me to my kind old mother,
‘‘there let me live and die. 3
e fi-‘v;-;Q‘LD BLACK JOE.
’ P o) -
Gone are the days when my heart was
_young and gay: "
Gone &re my friénds from the cotton
© . fields away;
Gone from the earth to a better land
I know,
I bear their gentle voices calling,
“oOld Black Joe.V pe
I'm coming, I'm /coming, for my
head is bending low.
I heéar those gentle voices calling,
“Old Black Joe.”
Why do I weep when my heart should
feel mo pain? .
Why do I sigh that my friends come
not again?
Grieving for forms now departed long
ago,
I hear their gentle voices calling, “Old
Black Joe.”
49. OLD KENTUCKY HOME.
- (F) ;
The sun shines bright in my old Ken
tucky home,
‘Tis Summer, the darkies are gay;
The corntop’s ripe and the meadow's
in the bloom, 7
While the birds make music all the
day.
The young folks roll en the little
cabin floor, s
All merry, all happy and bright;
By and by hard times come a-knock
ing at the door.
Then my old Kentucky home, good
night.
Weep no more. my lady, oh, weep no
more to-day.
We will sing oné song for the old
Kentucky home,
For the old Kentucky home, far
away.
43. THE GIRL | LEFT BEHIND ME.
(E.)
I'm lonesome since I erossed the
hills,
And o'er the ymoor and valiey,
Such heaviness my bosom fills,
Since parting with my Sally,
J seek for ane as fair and gay,
Eut find none to remind me,
How blest the hours passed zway
With the girl I left behind me.
The hour T do remember well,
When first she owned she loved
me; \
A pain within my: breast doth tell
How constant I have proved me;
But now I'm on the ocean blue,
Kind heaven, then,/pray guide me,
And send me home safe back again,
To the girl I left behind me.
My mind her image must retain,
Asleep or sadly waking,
I Jlong to see my love again,
For her my heart is breaking;
Whene'er my steps return that way
Still faithful she shall find me,
And never more again I'll stray
From the giri I left behind ma.
42. SAILING.
(C)
The sailor's lige is boid and free,
His home is on the rolling sea;
Apa never heart more true or brave
Tran he “sho launches on the wave;
Afar he speeds in disiant climes to
ream,
With jocund song he rides the spark
ling foam.
Then here's to the sallor and here's
to the hearts so true,
Who will think of him upon the wa
ters blue!
Sailing, sailing over the bounding
main
For many a stormy wind shall blow
ere Jack comes home again.
Bailing, salling ovér the bounding
main g
For many a stormny wind shall blow
ere Jack comes home again. '
46. THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET®.
(A flat.)
How dear to this heart are the scenes
of my childhood,
When fond recollection presents
them to view!
The orchard, the meadow, the deep
tangled wildwood,
And every loved spot which my in
fancy knew.
The wide spreading pond and the mill
that stood by it,
‘The bridge and the rock where the
cataract fell;
The cot of my father, the dairy house
nigh it,
And e'en the rude bucket that hung
in the well
The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound
bucket,
The moss-covered bucket that hung
in the well,
A Newspaper for People Who Think . SPNDAY, VMARCH - 31, 191
Copyright, 1917, By Williams Heeschell
by Shapiro Bernstein ’ and Barclay Walker.
& Co. ° ° Artist's Copy.
Slow march tempo /
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One pair of sockswashis on -ly load Whenhe struck fer town by th’
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old dirt road: He went right down to th’ pub - lic square, Aw
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kept git-tin’thin-ner th’ more hed eat, But he was as brave as
fell in linewithth’ ®=ol - diers there,Th’ ser - geant put him in
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he - was thin, When th’ war broke out he got right in Un -
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hitch'd his plow,put th’ mule a - wg,'l'henth’ old folkß heard him say
Cfix(')l}l{l{’)% him hard,th)ey drilld him long Thenhe sang his fare - well song
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57. SWEET GENEVIEVE.
(F.)
O Genevieve, I'd give the world
To live again the lovely past!
The rose of youth was dew-imperiled;
" But now it withers in the blast.
I see thy face in every dream, -
My waking thoughts are full eof
thee;
Thy glance is in the starry beam
That falls along the Summer sea. -
O Genevieve, sweet Genevieve,
The days may come, the days may
gO,
But still the hands of nem’'ry weave
The bissful dreams of long ago.
Fair Genevieve, my early love,
The years but make thee dearer
far!
My heart shall never, never rove;
Thou art my only gulding star.
For me the past has no regret,
Whate’'er the years may bring te
me;
I bless the hour when first we met,
The hour that gave me love and
thee!
{Used by permission of William A. Pond & Co.)
44. PULL AWAY,
Pull away, pull away, pull away,
brave boys,
Pull away, pull away, the vict'ry's
ours; '
Pull away, pull away to the dis
tant mark,
To the prize, our bonny bark.
Pull away, pull zwaz. ‘'mid the waters
foaming, sparkling, dashing all
around;
Pull away, pull away, 'mid the wild
confusion onward to the wished
for bound.
Pull away, pull away, pull away,
brave boys,
Pull away, pull away, the vict'ry's
ours;
Pull away, pull away to the dis
tant mark,
To the prize, our.bonny bark.
26. WHEN JOHNNY COMES
MARCHING HOME.
When Johnny comes marching home
agzin, hurrah, hurrah!
We'll give him a hearty welcome
then, hurrah, hurrahl,
The men will cheer, and the boys
wili shout,
And the ladles they will all turam
out,
And we’ll all feel gay. when Johnny
ecomes marching home,
54, CARRY ME BACK TO OLD
VIRGINNY.
(A flat) y
Carry me back to old Virginny,
There's where the cotton and the
corn and tatoes grow,
There's where the birds warble sweet
in the Springtime,
* There’s where the old darkey's
heart has long’d to go.
There's where I labored so hard for
old Massa
Day after day in the fields of
yellow corn. ’
Neo place on earth do I love more
sincerely
Than oid Virginny, the state where
I was born.
Carry me back to old Virginny,
There’'s where the cotton and the
corn and tatoes grow.
There’'s where the birds warble
sweet in the Springtime,
There’'s where the old darkey's
heart has long’d te go.
(Copsright, 1917, Uliver Ditson Co.)
41. A LIFE ON THE OCEAN WAVL.
(G.)
A life n the ocean wave!
A home on the rolling deep!
-~ Where the scatter’'d waters rave,
And the wind their revels keep,
Like an eagle caged I pine
On this dull. unchanging shore,
. Oh, -give me the flashing brine,
| "rhe spray and the tempest's roar
A life on the ocean wave!
A home on the rolling deep!
Where the scatter'd waters rave,
And the wind their revels keep
The winds, the winds, the winds
their revels keep!
The winds, the winds, the winds
their revels keep!
55.—SILVER THREADS AMONG
THE GOLD.
(B flat)
Darling, I am growing old;
Silver threads among the gzold
Shine upon my brow to-day,
Life is fading fast away;
But my darling you will be, will be,
Always young and fair to me;
Yes, my darling, you will be
Always young and fair to e,
Darling, I am growing, growing old,
Silver threads among the gold
Shine upon my brow to-day,
Life is fading fast away,
I IT"S A LONG, LONG WAY TO
DIXIE.
By the camp-fire burning bright
There's a soldief boy tonight
Dreaming of the dear old days in Dix
ieland.
'He is thinking of the girl
That he left so' far behind 7
As they strolled beneath the ivy hand
in hand,
I wish I was in Dixie, I do, 1 do,
I'm going I'm going way down South
To my old Kentucky home
Where the mocking birds are singing
all the day.
HREFRAIN:
It’'s a long, long way to Dixle
And the good old U. 8. A,
It's a long, long way to DiNe
And my heart goes back each day.
Way down upon the Suwance River,
Where 1 long to stray,
It’s a long, long way to Dixie
And the good old U. 8. A,
Down in Dixieland today
There's a mother old and gray,
Waiting for her soldier boy she
loved 80 true,
She has just received a line,
Telling her “Sweet Mother, mine,”
I am coming back to Dixieland and
you,
I'm coming back to Dixie, Hurrah,
Hurrah,
I'm going, I'm going back again.
To the dear old folks at home
There I'll meet the girl 1 love sweet
Nellie Gray. L
23. MOTHER MACHREE.
(«.)
There’'s a spot in my heart which no
colleen may own;
There's a depth in my soul never
sounded or known.
There's a place in my mem'ry, my
lite, that you fill,
No other can take it, no one ever
will.
Sure, 1 love the dear silver that shines
in your hair,
And the brow that's all furrowed and
wrinkled with care.
I kiss the dear fingers so toll-worn
for me. ¥
Oh! God bless you and keep you,
Mother Machree.
(Used by permission of M. Witmark & Sons
wolkisbers and owners o the copyrigia.)