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                       1      BEADLE’S      1

                                DIME

                           [Illustration]

                             Song Book

                               No. 1.

                  A COLLECTION OF NEW AND POPULAR

                       COMIC AND SENTIMENTAL

                               SONGS.

                           [Illustration]

                             NEW YORK:
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        Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1866
                       BY IRWIN P. BEADLE & CO.,
  in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for
                 the Southern district of New York.




  CONTENTS OF DIME SONG BOOK NO. 1.


  All’s for the Best, 31
  Annie Laurie, 15
  A National Song, 49
  Answer to a Thousand a Year, 9
  Answer to Kate Kearney, 20
  A Thousand a Year, 8

  Belle Brandon, 50
  Ben Bolt, 25
  Blind Orphan Boy’s Lament, 65
  Bob Ridley, 19
  Bold Privateer, 53

  Do They miss Me at Home?, 35
  Don’t be Angry, Mother, 32
  Down the River, 17

  E Pluribus Unum, 68
  Evening Star, 62

  Faded Flowers, 23

  Gentle Annie, 5
  Gentle Jenny Gray, 22
  Glad to Get Home, 64

  Hard Times, 24
  Have You Seen my Sister?, 18
  Heather Dale, 54
  Home Again, 21

  I Am not Angry, 33
  I Want to Go Home, 52

  Juney at the Gate, 26

  Kate Kearney, 20
  Kiss me Quick and Go, 14
  Kitty Clyde, 11

  My Home in Kentuck, 34
  My Own Native Land, 37

  Nelly Gray, 6
  Nelly was a Lady, 16

  Old Dog Tray, 58
  Our Mary Ann, 61
  Over the Mountain, 28

  Poor Old Slave, 7

  Red, White, and Blue, 59
  Root, Hog, or Die, 38
  Root, Hog, or Die, No. 2, 39
  Root, Hog, or Die, No. 3, 40
  Root, Hog, or Die. No. 4, 41
  Row, Row, 29

  Shells of the Ocean, 57
  Song of the Sexton, 44
  Star-Spangled Banner, 43

  The Age of Progress, 63
  The Dying Californian, 51
  The Hills of New England, 70
  The Lake-Side Shore, 66
  The Miller of the Dee, 30
  The Marseilles Hymn, 55
  The Old Folks we Loved Long Ago, 71
  The Old Farm-House, 47
  The Old Play-Ground, 10
  The Rock of Liberty, 60
  The Sword of Bunker Hill, 48
  The Tempest, 67
  There’s a Good Time Coming, 69
  Twenty Years Ago, 42
  Twinkling Stars, 56

  Uncle Sam’s Farm, 45
  Unfurl the Glorious Banner, 36

  Wait for the Wagon, 46
  Willie, we have Missed You, 12
  Willie’ll Roam no More, 18




                              BEADLE’S                                5
                          DIME SONG BOOK.
                               No. 1.




                           Gentle Annie.

       Copied by permission of FIRTH, POND & CO., 547 Broadway,
                      owners of the copyright.


    Thou wilt come no more, gentle Annie--
      Like a flower thy spirit did depart;
    Thou art gone, alas! like the many,
      That have bloom’d in the summer of my heart.

                         CHORUS.

    Shall we never more behold thee,
      Never hear thy winning voice again,
    When the spring time comes, gentle Annie,
      When the wild flowers are scattered o’er the plain?

    We have roam’d and loved ’mid the bowers,
      When thy downy cheeks were in bloom;
    Now I stand alone ’mid the flowers,
      While they mingle their perfumes o’er thy tomb.

        _Chorus._--Shall we never more, &c.

    Ah! the hours grow sad while I ponder
      Near the silent spot where thou art laid,
    And my heart bows down when I wander
      By the streams and the meadows where we stray’d.

        _Chorus._--Shall we never more, &c.




                            Nelly Gray.                               6


    There’s a low green valley on the old Kentucky shore,
      There I’ve whiled many happy hours away,
    A sitting and a singing by the little cottage door
      Where lived my darling Nelly Gray.

                              CHORUS.

      Oh, my poor Nelly Gray, they have taken you away,
        And I’ll never see my darling any more,
      I’m sitting by the river and I’m weeping all the day,
        For you’ve gone from old Kentucky shore.

    When the moon had climb’d the mountain, and the stars were
        shining too,
      Then I’d take my darling Nelly Gray,
    And we’d float down the river in my little light canoe--
      While my banjo sweetly I would play.
        Oh, my poor Nelly Gray, &c.

    One night I went to see her, but she’s gone, the neighbors say,
      The white man bound her with his chain--
    They have taken her to Georgia for to wear her life away,
      As she toils in the cotton and the cane.
        Oh, my poor Nelly Gray, &c.

    My canoe is under water, and my banjo is unstrung,
      I’m tired of living any more:
    My eyes shall look downward, and my songs shall be unsung
      While I stay on old Kentucky shore.
        Oh, my poor Nelly Gray, &c.

    My eyes are getting blinded and I can not see my way,
      Hark! there’s somebody knocking at the door:
    Oh, I hear the angels calling, and I see my Nelly Gray;
      Farewell to the old Kentucky shore.

                              CHORUS.

      Oh, my Nelly Gray, up in heaven there they say
        That they’ll never take you from me any more:
      I’m a coming, coming, coming, as the angels clear the way,
        Farewell to the old Kentucky shore.




                          Poor Old Slave.                             7

    Copied by permission of RUSSELL & TOLMAN, 291 Washington St.,
                  Boston, owners of the copyright.


     ’Tis just one year ago to-day,
       That I remember well,
     I sat down by poor Nelly’s side
       A story she did tell;
     ’Twas about a poor, unhappy slave
       That lived for many a year;
     But now he’s dead and in his grave,
       No master does he fear.

     _Chorus._--The poor old slave has gone to rest,
                  We know that he is free;
                Disturb him not, but let him rest,
                  Way down in Tennessee.

     She took my arm, we walk’d along
       Into an open field,
     And here she paused to breathe awhile,
       Then to his grave did steal.
     She sat down by that little mound,
       And softly whisper’d there,
     “Come to me, father, ’tis thy child,”
       Then gently dropp’d a tear.

     _Chorus._--The poor old slave, &c.

     But since that time, how things have changed,
       Poor Nelly that was my bride,
     Is laid beneath the cold grave-sod,
       With her father by her side.
     I planted there upon her grave,
       The weeping-willow tree,
     I bathed its roots with many a tear,
       That it might shelter me.

     _Chorus._--The poor old slave, &c.




                         A Thousand a Year.                           8


    ROBIN RUFF.--
      If I had but a thousand a year, Gaffer Green--
        If I had but a thousand a year,
      What a man would I be, and what sights would I see,
        If I had but a thousand a year.

    GAFFER GREEN.--
      The best wish you could have, take my word, Robin Ruff,
        Would scarce find you, in bread or in beer;
      But be honest and true, say what would you do,
        If you had but a thousand a year.

    ROBIN RUFF.--
      I’d do--I scarcely know what, Gaffer Green,
        I’d go--faith, I scarcely know where;
      I’d scatter the chink, and leave others to think,
        If I had but a thousand a year.

    GAFFER GREEN.--
      But when you are aged and gray, Robin Ruff,
        And the day of your death it draws near,
      Say, what with your pains, would you do with your gains
        If you then had a thousand a year?

    ROBIN RUFF.--
      I scarcely can tell what you mean, Gaffer Green,
        For your questions are always so queer;
      But as other folks die, I suppose so must I,--
    GAFFER GREEN.--
        What! and give up your thousand a year?

      There’s a place that is better than this, Robin Ruff,--
        And I hope in my heart you’ll go there,--
      Where the poor man’s as great though he hath no estate,
        Ay, as if he’d a thousand a year.




                    Answer to A Thousand a Year.                      9


    Have you heard the strange news just come down, Gaffer Green,
      That they’re talking of now far and near?
    How young Robin Ruff has his wish sure enough,
      And he’s now got a thousand a year, Gaffer Green!
          He’s now got a thousand a year!

    Young Rob’s a good heart, and I’m glad Master Cross,
      Oh, it will not spoil him, never fear!
    In the face of the poor he will not shut his door,
      Though he has got a thousand a year, Master Cross!
          Though he has got a thousand a year!

    But ’twould be but the way of the world. Gaffer Green,
      If he did not see _now_ quite so clear;
    They say _yellow_ mists rise, and soon dim a man’s eyes,
      When he once gets a thousand a year, Gaffer Green!
          When he once gets a thousand a year!

    Robin’s eyes were not dim t’other day, Master Cross,
      When his poor old friend Harry was here;
    Robin soon cured his pain, and soon made sunshine again,
      With a touch of his thousand a year, Master Cross!
          With a touch of his thousand a year!

    Ah! but Rob must take care, must take care, Gaffer Green,
      Or he’ll spend all his new-gotten gear;
    How much better ’twould be--he may want it, you see--
      If he saved all his thousand a year, Gaffer Green!
          If he saved all his thousand a year!

    If he spends the last pound that he’s got, Master Cross,
      He’ll be richer than some folks, I fear;
    For a heart such as Rob’s, though ’neath tatters it throbs,
      Is worth ten times a thousand a year, Master Cross!
          Is worth ten times a thousand a year!




                        The Old Play-Ground.                         10


     I’m sitting to-day in the old play-ground,
       Where you and I have sat so oft together,
     I’m thinking of the joys when you and I were boys
       In the merry days now gone, John, forever;
     ’Twas here we sat in the merry olden time,
       And we dream’d of the wild world before us,
     And our visions and hopes of the coming time
       Were as bright as the sun that shone o’er us.

                              CHORUS.

     I’m sitting to-day in the old play-ground,
       Where you and I have sat so oft together,
     I’m thinking of the joys when you and I were boys
       In those merry days now gone, John, forever.

     O’er the threshold, John, we pass’d forlorn,
       To wander we knew not where,
     The heaven we thought so bright was o’ershadow’d by night,
       And the pathway lay dark and drear.
     But I am sitting to-day in the old play-ground,
       Where you and I have sat so oft together,
     And these memories wild have made me a child,
       As in the merry days now gone, John, forever.

          CHORUS.--I’m sitting to-day, &c.




                            Kitty Clyde.                             11

    Copied by permission of RUSSELL & TOLMAN, 291 Washington St.,
                  Boston, owners of the copyright.


     Oh, who has not seen Kitty Clyde?
       She lives at the foot of the hill,
     In a sly little nook by the babbling brook,
       That carries her father’s old mill.
     Oh, who does not love Kitty Clyde?
       That sunny eyed, rosy cheek’d lass,
     With a sweet dimpled chin that looks roguish as sin,
       With always a smile as you pass.

                              CHORUS.

     Sweet Kitty, dear Kitty, my own sweet Kitty Clyde,
       In a sly little nook by the babbling brook,
     Lives my own sweet Kitty Clyde.

     With a basket to put in her fish,
       Every morn with a line and a hook,
     This sweet little lass, through the tall heavy grass,
       Steals along by the clear running brook.
     She throws her line into the stream,
       And trips it along the brook side,
     Oh, how I do wish that I was a fish.
       To be caught by sweet Kitty Clyde.

           Sweet Kitty, dear Kitty, &c.

     How I wish that I was a Bee,
       I’d not gather honey from flowers,
     But would steal a dear sip from Kitty’s sweet lip,
       And make my own _hive_ in her bowers.
     Or, if I was some little bird,
       I would not build nests in the air,
     But keep close by the side of sweet Kitty Clyde,
       And sleep in her soft silken hair,

           Sweet Kitty, dear Kitty, &c.




                    Willie, we have Missed You.                      12

       Copied by permisson of FIRTH, POND & CO., 547 Broadway,
                      owners of the copyright.


  Oh! Willie, is it you, dear, safe, safe at home?
  They did not tell me true, dear, they said you would not come,
  I heard you at the gate, and it made my heart rejoice,
  For I knew that welcome footstep, and that dear familiar voice,
  Making music on my ear in the lonely midnight gloom,
  Oh! Willie, we have miss’d you; welcome, welcome home.

  We’ve long’d to see you nightly, but this night of all;
  The fire was blazing brightly, and lights were in the hall,
  The little ones were up ’till ’twas ten o’clock and past,
  Then their eyes began to twinkle and they have gone to sleep at
    last;
  But they listen’d for your voice till they thought you’d never
    come,
  Oh! Willie, we have miss’d you; welcome, welcome home.

  The days were sad without you, the nights long and drear,
  My dreams have been about you, oh, welcome, Willie dear,
  Last night I wept and watch’d, by the moonlight’s cheerless ray,
  Till I thought I heard your footsteps, then I wiped my tears away,
  But my heart grew sad again, when I found you had not come;
  Oh! Willie, we have missed you; welcome, welcome home.




                      Willie’ll Roam no More.                        13


  Yes, Mary, I have come, love, across the dark, blue sea,
  To our peaceful, quiet home, love, our little ones and thee;
  I’ve watch’d and waited nightly for the welcome hour to come,
  When happily and brightly all the dear delights of home
  Should greet my listening ear, love, upon my native shore;
  Then wipe away thy tears, Mary, for thy Willie’ll roam no more.

                              CHORUS.
  Thy Willie’ll roam no more, thy Willie’ll roam no more,
  Then wipe away thy tears, Mary, for thy Willie’ll roam no more.

  How often since I left you, love, in solitude and tears,
  Have I bless’d that love which clung to me through many changing years;
  And while I paced the silent deck, forgotten and alone,
  Has my heart recall’d thy love-lit smile, thy sweet and gentle tone.
  Thy image, love, has e’er been shrined within this fond heart’s core;
  But wipe away thy tears, Mary, for thy Willie’ll roam no more.

      _Chorus._--Thy Willie’ll roam no more, &c.

  Dear Mary, when in life’s sweet morn, in all thy youthful pride,
  I bore thee, virgin, bathed in tears, from thy fond mother’s side,
  And promised at the altar to love through life as now,
  Say, Mary, when life’s sorrows came, did I forget that vow?
  Your heart will own I left you, love, our fortunes to restore;
  Then wipe away thy tears, Mary, for thy Willie’ll roam no more.

      _Chorus._--Thy Willie’ll roam no more, &c.




                       Kiss Me Quick and Go.                         14


     The other night while I was sparking
       Sweet Turlina Spray,
     The more we whisper’d our love talking,
       The more we had to say;
     The old folks and the little folks
       We thought were fast in bed,--
     We heard a footstep on the stairs,
       And what d’ye think she said?

                        CHORUS.

         “Oh! kiss me quick and go my honey,
           Kiss me quick and go!
         To cheat surprise and prying eyes,
           Why kiss me quick and go!”

     Soon after that I gave my love
       A moonlight promenade,
     At last we fetch’d up to the door
       Just where the old folks stay’d;
     The clock struck twelve, her heart struck two (too).
       And peeping over head
     We saw a night-cap raise the blind,
       And what d’ye think she said?

           Oh! kiss me quick and go my honey, &c.

     One Sunday night we sat together,
       Sighing side by side,
     Just like two wilted leaves of cabbage
       In the sunshine fried;
     My heart with love was nigh to split
       To ask her for to wed,
     Said I: “Shall I go for the priest,”
       And what d’ye think she said?

           Oh! kiss me quick and go my honey, &c.




                           ANNIE LAURIE.                             15


               Maxwelton Braes are bonnie,
               Where early fa’s the dew,
               And it’s there that Annie Laurie
               Gie’d me her promise true;
               Gie’d me her promise true,
               Which ne’er forget will be;
               And for bonnie Annie Laurie
               I’d lay me doune and dee.

               Her brow is like the snaw-drift--
               Her throat is like the swan,
               Her face it is the fairest
               That e’er the sun shone on--
               That e’er the sun shone on--
               And dark blue is her e’e;
               And for bonnie Annie Laurie
               I’d lay me doune and dee.

               Like dew on the gowan lying,
               Is the fa’ o’ her fairy feet,
               And like the winds in summer sighing,
               Her voice is low and sweet,
               Her voice is low and sweet,
               And she’s a’ the world to me;
               And for bonnie Annie Laurie
               I’d lay me doune and dee.




                         Nelly was a Lady.                           16


               Down on de Mississippi floating,
                 Long time I trabble on de way
               All night de cotton-wood a toting,
                 Sing for my true lub all de day.

                              CHORUS.
                   Nelly was a lady,
                   Last night she died;
                   Toll de bell for lubly Nell,
                   My dark Virginny bride.

               Now I’m unhappy and I’m weeping,
                 Can’t tote de cotton-wood no more:
               Last night, while Nelly was a sleeping,
                 Death came a knocking at de door.

                   Nelly was a lady, &c.

               When I saw my Nelly in de morning
                 Smile till she open’d up her eyes,
               Seem’d like de light ob day a dawning
                 Jist for de sun begin to rise.

                   Nelly was a lady, &c.

               Close by de margin ob de water,
                 Whar de lone weeping-willow grows
               Dar lib’d Virginny’s lubly daughter,
                 Dar she in death may find repose.

                   Nelly was a lady, &c.

               Down in de meadow ’<DW41> the clober,
                 Walk wid my Nelly by my side:
               Now all dem happy days am ober,--
                 Farewell, my dark Virginny bride,

                   Nelly was a lady, &c.




                          Down the River.                            17


          Oh! the river is up, and the channel is deep,
            And the wind blows steady and strong;
          Let the splash of your oars the measure keep,
            As we row the old boat along.
          Oh! the water is bright, and flashing like gold,
            In the ray of the morning sun,
          And old Dinah’s away up out of the cold,
            A getting the hoe-cake done.
          Oh! the river is up, and the channel is deep,
            And the wind blows steady and strong;
          Let the splash of your oars the measure keep,
            As we row the old boat along.

          _Chorus._--Down the river, down the river,
                       Down the Ohio;
                     Down the river, down the river,
                       Down the Ohio.
          _Chorus repeated._

          Oh! the master is proud of the old broad-horn,
            For it brings him plenty of tin;
          Oh! the crew they are <DW54>s, the cargo is corn,
            And the money comes tumbling in.
          There is plenty on board for the <DW54>s to eat,
            And there’s something to drink and to smoke;
          There’s the banjo, the bones, and the tambourine,
            There’s the song, and the comical joke.
          Oh! the river is up, and the channel is deep,
            And the wind blows steady and strong;
          Let the splash of your oars the measure keep,
            As we row the old boat along.

          _Chorus._--Down the river, &c.




                      Have you seen my Sister?                       18


  Say, my lovely friends, have you any pity
  At your finger-ends? then listen to my ditty.
  Our Kate has gone away, last Thursday night we miss’d