Open thy lattice, love listen to me! The cool balmy breeze is abroad on the sea! The moon like a queen, roams her realms of blue, And the stars keep their vigils in heaven for you Ere morn's gushing light tips the bills with its ray, Away o'er the waters away and away! Then open thy lattice, love listen to me! While the moon's in the sky and the breeze on the sea!
In the voyage of life, love our pilot will be! He will sit at the helm wherever we rove, And steer by the load-star he kindled above His shell for a shallop will cut the bright spray, Or skim like a bird o'er the waters away; Then open thy lattice, love listen to me! Open Thy Lattice Love song.
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Now was it not kind in these good simple clowns To amuse all the children in both of our towns To shut up their work shops and spend so much money To black up their faces, get tight and be funny. Then their ship Constitution was hauled through the street With sixteen small guns she was armed compleat But the brave ship of State by which Democrats stand Carries thirty-one guns with old Buck in command. In the year '45 when the fire laid us waste Old Buck gave us five hundred dollars in haste They then took his money and lauded his name But he's now "Ten cent Jimmy", their banners proclaim.
While the flow'rs bloom in gladness and spring bird rejoice There's void in our household of one gentle voice. I see her still in my dreams, I see her still in my dreams, Though her smiles have departed form the meadows and the streams. Though her voice once familiar hath gone from the day And her smiles from the sunlight have faded away, Though I wake to a scene now deserted and bleak, In my visions I find the lost form that I seek; For I see her still in my dreams, I see her still in my dreams, Though her smiles have departed from the meadows and streams.
Gone when the roses have faded, Gone when the meadows are bare To a land by orange blossoms shaded Where summer ever lingers on the air. Lula, Lula, Lula is gone; With summer birds her bright smiles To sunny lands have flown. When day breaketh gladly My heart waketh sadly, For Lula, Lula is gone. Not a voice awakens the mountains, No gladness returns with the dawn, Not a smile is mirrored in the fountains, For Lula, sweet Lula is gone. Day is bereft of its pleasures, Night of its beautiful dreams, While the dirge of well remembered measure Is murmured by the ripple on the streams.
When I view the chill blighted bowers And roam o'er the snow covered plain How I long for spring's budding flowers To welcome her sweet smiles again. Why does the earth seem forsaken? Time will this sadness remove; At her voice the meadows will awaken To verdure, sweet melody and love.
Linger in Blissful Repose. Linger in blissful repose, Free from all sorrowing care love, White round thee melody flows, Wafted opinions of air love. Let not thy visions depart, Lured by the stars that are beaming, Music will flow from my heart While thy sweet spirit is dreaming. Dreaming, dreaming, unfettered by the day, In melody, in melody I'll breathe my soul away. Softly the night winds are heard, Sighing o'er mountain and dale, love, Gently the vapors are stirred Down in the shadowy vale love.
While o'er the dew covered plain, Starlight in silence is gleaming, Lightly I'll breathe a refrain Round the young heart is dreaming.
Dreaming, dreaming, unfettered by the day, In melody, in melody I'll breathe I'll breathe my soul away. Little voices laughing free, Laughing on the lawn, Tell me can you answer me, Where has Lula gone? Where is that merry form Ever on the move, Glancing through calm and storm Living beams of love? Soft rays of mellow light From her eyes were thrown, And her smiles were summer bright, Where has Lula gone? She has left the sunny hills In their blushing bloom She has left the running rills Blushing round her home, Far in some distant land She may yet be seen Leading a fairy band Like a fairy queen.
Far, far my longing heart On her path has flown, Yet no answer can impart; Where has Lula gone? Summer days have come and gone, Starry nights have passed, Many dreams of hope have flown Since I saw her last Roaming in rapture wild On the mountain side, Smiling when roses smile, Sighing when they died.
Wild as the honey bee, Gentle as the fawn, Fairer than the dawn was she; Where has Lula gone? Bloom bright fair flowers around the white stone Where sleepeth my Eva, my loved one and my own, Who departed in sadness and left me alone, Sweet Eva, my loved one my own. She was the idol of life's early day, But, fearing the censure that worldling's might say, Pride tore my weak heart from Eva away, From Eva, sweet Eva away.
She died, it was better than living apart, She died, and the sunlight went out from my heart She died, and this cold world no you can impart, From Eva, no joy can impart. Sadly to Mine Heart Appealing. Sadly to mine heart appealing, Sadly, sadly well a day Requiem like in murmurs stealing Comes that old familiar lay Wherefore not the wonted pleasure From the antique music spring? Why that well remembered measure Grieving thoughts and anguish bring? Sadly, sadly well a day, Sadly sadly well a day, Requiem like in murmurs stealing Comes that old familiar lay.
Forms departed rise before me, Smiles long vanish'd greet again, Eyes forever seal'd beam o'er me, Soothing once the sense of pain. And with ev'ry thrilling number Words of love gush on mine ear, Voices sweet, that bound in slumber, Hush'd have been for many a year. Sadly, sadly well a day Sadly, sadly well a day Requiem like in murmurs stealing Comes that old familiar lay. Like the winds in autumn sighing Through the trembling alder tree Or far surges' echo dying Soft and low those voices flee; And as hues in twilight fading, Swift those gentle forms decay; Vainly, vainly, Hope upbraiding, Bids them pass not all away.
Ghost like thus they wane before me, Quench'd their luster fled their bloom, While pale mem'ry, tearful, o'er me Flings the shadow of the tomb. Sadly to mine heart appealing, Sadly, sadly well a day, Requiem like, in murmurs stealing, Comes that old familiar lay. My Angel boy, thou'rt nearing fast The end of thy brief race; Already death's dark wing hath cast Its shadow o'er thy face. Must thy ethereal spirit seek So soon its native sky? Still paler grows thy beauteous cheek I cannot see thee die, My angel boy, my angel boy, I cannot see thee die.
Thou, only tie that binds my soul To earth and bids me live, Thou, only thought that comfort now, Or future hope can give, Thou, sole pride of my widowed heart, Thou joyous beam to mine eye, Ah! I cannot see thee die, My angel boy, my angel boy, I cannot see they die. I meekly bow before thy throne, Oh! God, nor dare repine; For thou hast but recalled thine own, H is no longer mine.
If it be thy gracious will, We soon shall meet on high, For me there's hope, there's comfort still: The spirit cannot die, My angel boy, my angel boy, Thy spirit cannot die. Death with his cold hand, Hath robbed me of ev'ry hope, Hath robbed me of ev'ry hope My loved one is gone, Bleak was the moment, That parted our beating hearts, That parted our beating hearts, And left me alone. Sweet was the low voice, That wrapt me in fond delight, That wrapt me in fond delight As fair visions do, Soft were the dark eyes, That languished in beauty bright, That languished in beauty bright How fondly and true!
Linda has departed, The warm and tender hearted, Linda has departed And left me here to mourn. Blest were the hours passed, With her whom my soul adored, With her whom my soul adored Whose heart was so light; Sad is the lone hour, Bereft of my darling one, Bereft of my darling one, In darkness and night All now is cheerless, My joys long have passed away, My joys long have passed away With loves fleeting years; Hope has no comfort, For sadness now holdeth sway, For sadness now holdeth sway.
And leaves me in tears. Deal with me kindly, Cheer my young heart, I'll follow the blindly wherever thou art, Deep in the mountain Far from my home I'll follow thy path wherever thou'lt roam. Thy way shall still be mine My heart shall still be thine Deal with me kindly, Cheer my young heart, I'll follow thee blindly And never depart. Break not my spirit, Think of my youth, Cherish my tender heart, Doubt not my truth; Friends may desert thee, Sorrows may come, But still in this soul Thine image will bloom.
Thy hopes with thee I'll share, Thy wants shall be my care; Deal with me kindly Cheer my young heart, I'll follow thee blindly, And never depart. Though through the desert wand'ring afar, Still to me dearest one, Thou'lt be my star; Sunlight or moonlight O'er us may shine, Yet living on love, I'll ever be thine. Thy hand shall be my guard, Thy voice shall be my word; Deal with me kindly Cheer my young heart, I'll follow thee blindly, And never depart.
For Thee Love For Thee. I'll watch o'er thy dreams when thou'rt sleeping, For thee, love for thee, love, I'll weep o'er thy cares when thou'rt weeping, For thee, only thee. The wild lands of India, The prairies, the sea May lure me, but fondly, I'll still turn to thee. For thee, dearest thee I would roam night and day, And thy love, and thy love Would cheer my lone way; And they love, and thy love Would cheer my lonely way.
I'll dwell on thy smiles when thou'rt waking, For thee love, for thee love, My heart would be faithful though breaking For thee only thee. In bowers where we've lingered Each flowret and tree Remains in my mem'ry An emblem of thee For thee, dearest thee I would roam night and day And thy love and thy love Would cheer my lone way And thy love and they love Would cheer my lonely way. The lark and the linnet seems singing, For thee love, for thee love, The bud into blossom seems springing For thee only thee.
The bloom on the meadows The rippling of streams Recall but thy fair form The queen of my dreams. For thee, dearest thee I would roam night and day And thy love and thy love Would cheer my lone way And thy love and they love Would cheer my lonely way. The pride of the village and the fairest in the dell Is the queen of my song and her name is Fairy-Belle; The sound of her light step may be head upon the hill Like the fall of the snow-drop or the dripping of the rill,.
Fairy-Belle, gentle Fairy Belle, The star of the night and the lily of the day, Fairy Belle, The queen of the dell, Long may she revel on her bright sunny way. She sings to the meadows and she carrols to the streams, She laughs in the sunlight and smiles while in her dreams, Her hair like the thistle-down is bourn upon the air, And her heart like the humming-birds is free from ev'ry care. Her soft notes of melody around me sweetly fall, Her eye full of love is now beaming on my soul.
The sound of that gentle voice, the glance of that eye, Surround me with rapture that no other heart could sigh. Thou Art the Queen of My Song. I long for thee; must I long and long in vain? I sigh for thee; will thou come not back again? Though cold forms surround us To sever all that bound us, Gentle queen of my song.
The fields and the fair flowers shall welcome thee, And all to thy pleasures shall belong; Pride of my early years, Thou art the queen of my song. The days are gone, days of summer bright and gay, The days of love we so fondly whiled away; But still while I'm dreaming Thy smiles are o'er me beaming, Gentle queen of my song The wind o'er the lone meadow wails for thee, The birds sing thy beauties all day long; Prides of my early years, Thou are the queen of my song. I turn to thee; though our happy hours have flown? I turn to thee; and my saddest thoughts are gone, For love will be burning And memory still returning, Gentle queen of my song.
Come let thy warn heart rejoice with me, Come from the bright and luring throng; Pride of my early years, Thou art the queen of my song. My Life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But, e'er the shades of evening close, Is scattered on the ground to die; Yet on the rose's humble head The sweetest dews of night are shed, As if they wept the waste to see, But none shall weep a tear for me, But none shall weep a tear for me, But none shall weep a tear for me.
My life is like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moons pale ray; Its hold is frail, its date is brief, Tis restless soon to pass away; Yet when that leaf shall fall and fade The parent tree will mourn its shade The winds bewail the leafless tree, But none shall weep a tear for me, But none shall weep a tear for me, But none shall weep a tear for me. The Wife or He'll Come Home.
He'll come home, he'll not forget me, for his word is always true. He's gone to sup The deadly cup, And while the long night through, He's gone to quaff, And talk and laugh To while the drear night through; He'll come home, he'll not forget me, for his word is always true. He'll come home with tears and pleading words and ask me to forget. Can I be his While he is mine And cause him one regret?
My heart may break, But for his sake I'll do all I can do. He'll come home with sorrow on his heart That none but he can know With pangs of thought, How dearly bought! And fears of coming woe; He'll feel the cost of days now lost That time can ne'er renew He'll come home, he'll not forget me, for his word is always true.
Poor drooping maiden sighing on a bright summer's day Alone in sorrow all day long, Thine eyes from light, thine ears from song; Why are thy frail hands toiling the hours away? Found in a dreary home, Bound to a weary doom Why are thy frail hands toiling the hours away! Poor drooping maiden sighing on a bright summer's day, Poor drooping maiden sighing on a bright summer's day. Poor drooping maiden sighing on a bright summer's day The birds are out with songs and glee And gladness lurks in bush and tree Where is thy pure voice that once was so light and gay?
Come roam the laughing hills! Come see the dancing rills! Where is thy pure voice that once was so light and gay? Poor drooping maiden sighing on a bright summer's day The flowers are out upon the lea And balmy winds are on the sea Come let thy sad heart warm in the sun's king ray! See how the reapers toil, Gaily they've tilled the soil, Come let thy sad heart warm in the suns kind ray!
Near the broad Atlantic waters Roaming the woodlands green 'Mid Long Island's lovely daughters Fairest of all was Cora Dean Soft her voice as liquid measure Heard when the streamlets move While her eyes of tender azure Glowed with the winning beams of love. Cora Dean has left the summer roses Blooming o'er the lea Cora Dean has left the summer roses Blooming o'er the lea While her fair and gentle form reposes Down by the calm blue sea. While her fair and gentle form reposes Down by the calm blue sea. Cora Dean was form for loving Cheering the hearts of all None could sigh where she was moving Birds tuned their carols to her call Fields grew fairer at her coming Flowers a more joyful throng Skies were bright where she was roaming Streams danced the lighter to her song.
Eyes bedimmed with tears are streaming Round her deserted home Silent stars are nightly beaming Lending a sadness to the gloom While the winds of summer dying Borne from the deep dark wave O'er the land in dirges sighing Murmur with sorrow round her grave. Under the Willow She's Sleeping. Under the willow she's laid with care Sang a lone mother while weeping, Under the willow, with golden hair, My little one's quietly sleeping. Fair, fair, and golden hair, Sang a long mother while weeping, Fair, fair, and golden hair, Under the willow she's sleeping.
Under the willow no songs are heard, Near where my darling lies dreaming; Nought but the voice of some far off bird Where life and its pleasures are beaming. Under the willow by night and day Sorrowing ever I ponder; Free from its shadowy, gloomy ray Ah! Under the willow I breathe a prayer Longing to linger forever Near to my angel with golden hair In lands where there's sorrowing never. De Glendy Burk is a mighty fast boat, Wid a mighty fast captain too; He sits up dah on de hurricane roof And he keeps his eye on de crew. I cant stay here, for dey work too hard; I'm bound to leave dis town; I'll take my duds and tote 'em on my back When de Glendy Burk comes down.
I'm bound to leave dis town; I'll take my duds and tote 'em on my back When de Glendy Burk comes down. De Glendy Burk has a funny old crew And dey sing de boatman's song, Dey burn de pitch and de pine knot too, For to shove de boat along. De smoke goes up and de ingine roars And de wheel goes round and round, So fair you well! I'll work all night in de wind and storm, I'll work all day in de rain, Till I find myself on de levy dock In New Orleans again. Dey make me mow in de hay field here And knock my head wid de flail, I'll go wha dey work wid de sugar and de cane And roll on de cotton bale.
My lady love is as pretty as a pink, I'll meet her on de way I'll take her back to de sunny old south And dah I'll make her stay. So dont you fret my honey dear, Oh! Jenny's Coming O'er the Green. Jenny's coming o'er the green, Fairer form was never seen, Winning is her gentle mien; Why do I love her so? We have wandered side by side O'er the meadows far and wide; Little Jenny's full of pride, Why do I love her so? Jenny's calm and liquid eyes Sometimes bring a sweet surprise, Like a change in summer skies; Why do I love her so? Oft her voice, so full of glee, Wakes the saddest memory; She is younger far than me, Why do I love her so?
Little Jenny never fears, Hoping all from coming years, Dashing off the passing tears; Why do I love her so? Can I not another find With her sweet endearing mind, None with Jenny's charms combined? Why do I love her so? Beautiful Child of Song. Come, I came longing to hear thee, Beautiful child of song, Come though the heart that are near thee, Around thee devotedly throng, Come, I am longing to hear thee, Beautiful child of song, Beautiful child of song, I'm longing to hear thee carol they lay, sweet child of song.
Come, for the spell of a fairy Dwells in thy magical voice, And at they step light and airy, E'en cold hearts enraptured rejoice. Come, I am longing to hear thee, Beautiful child of song, Beautiful child of song, I'm longing to hear thee carol they lay, sweet child of song. Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay, Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away, Gone from the earth to a better land I know, I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe. I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low: I hear those gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe. Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain Why do I sigh that my friends come not again, Grieving for forms Now departed long a go?
I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe. Where are the hearts once so happy and so free? The children so dear that I held upon my knee, Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go. I hear the gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe. Down Among the Cane-brakes. Once I could laugh and play, When in life's early day, Then I was far away Down among the cane-brakes.
Down among the cane-brakes on the Mississippi shore Oh! Yes I was free from car; All was bright summer there; Dark days to me were fair Down among the cane-brakes. There lived my mother dear Gone from this world I fear There rang our voices clear Down among the cane-brakes. There lived a lonely one, Who like the rest has gone, She might have been my own Down among the cane brakes.
Long years have glided by Since then I breathed each sigh, May I return to die Down among the cane brakes. Fairer than the golden morning, Gentle as the tongue can tell, Was our little laughing darling, Sweet Virginia Belle. Our dear Virginia Belle! She bereft us When she left us, Sweet Virginia Belle! How we used to roam together O'er the mountain, through the dell, In the smiles of springtime weather, Sweet Virginia Belle! She was lithe as any fairy, Winning hearts with fairy spell, Tripping with a footstep airy, Sweet Virginia Belle!
While her life was in its morning Came a sad and solemn knell, She was taken without warning, Sweet Virginia Belle! The Little Ballad Girl. With fairy slippers and golden hair! What did I hear you calling so loud, Down in that heartless, motley crowd? Tis my father's song, And he can't live long; Every one knows that he wrote it; For I've been down at the hotel door, And all the gentlemen bought it.
Little girl, let me light my cigar! Where are you going tonight so far? What are you hiding under your arm? If I burn a sheet, will it do any harm? Come, dry up the tears in that bright blue eye! What's all this that is blowing around, All cold and scattered strewn on the ground. Mine is the Mourning Heart.
Thou hast roam'd under summer skies whilst I have weathered the storm, I have pray'd that the angels fair would shield thy pillow from harm. But thou wert gone and none this soul from sadness could awaken. Mine is the mourning heart!
By thee, by thee forsaken. Thou hast whisper'd in words of love to other ears than mine, I have yielded to others charms but worship'd only thine. De Shanghai chicken, when you put him in de pit, He'll eat a loaf of bread up, but he can't fight a bit De Shanghai fiddle is a funny little thing And ebry time you tune him up he goes ching ching.
Don't bet your money on de Shanghai, Take de little chicken in de middle ob de ring But don't bet your money on de Shanghai.
I go to de fair for to see de funny fowls De double headed pigion and de one eyed owls De old lame goose wid no web between his toes He kills himself a laughing when de Shanghai crows. De Shanghai's tall but his appetite is small He'll only swallow ebry thing that he can overhaul Four bags of wheat just as certain as your born A bushel of potatoes and a tub full of corn. Molly Dear Good Night. Molly dear, I cannot linger; Let me soon begone. Time now points with warning finger T'wards the coming dawn.
When the noisy weary day Shall have toiled its cares away, to thy side again I'll stray; Then Molly dear, good night! Smile away the coming morrow Till my sure return; Why should fond hearts part in sorrow? Grief too soon we learn. Hours of bliss must come and go, Constant pleasures none can know, Joy must have its ebb and flow; Then Molly dear, good night! On they form, with beauty laden, All my thoughts will be; Purer love ne'er blessed a maiden Than I hold for thee; While thine eyes in beauty glance, While thy smiles my should entrance, Still the fleeting hours advance; Then Molly dear, good night!
Our Willie Dear Is Dying.
Our Willie, dear, is dying, love, And thou art far away; His little breath is sighing, love, And cannot last till day. Tonight while sitting by his side I heard him speak of thee My father's coming home, he said, with presents bright for me; My father's coming home, he said, with presents bright for me.
Come with an eagle's flight, Come like a beam of light, Come love, come home tonight; Our Willie dear is dying. His blooming cheeks have faded, love, The light has left his brow; His eyes are dim'd and shaded, love, You would not know him now. And when the fever rages, With a sad and restless moan, His feeble voice then warns us there is death within that tone; His feeble voice then warns us there is death within that tone.
No grief that e'er befell me, love, Could cause this heart such pain; Though neighbours kindly tell me, Love, He may get well again. But a mother's heart is watchful All the life has left his eyes; Oh come to night and weep with me before our darling dies Oh come tonight and weep with me before our darling dies. There's health upon my cheek once more, And in my eye new light 'Twill all be quench in Ocean's gloom, For Lizzie dies tonight!
Lizzie dies tonight, mother, Lizzie dies tonight. I've been so happy, mother dear, When brightest summer smiled, The friends who love me far away Have guarded well your child; They've brought me almost back again To you and home's delight But I will never see you more, For Lizzie dies tonight! Lizzie dies tonight, mother, Lizzie dies tonight! I'm thinking, mother, of the time When little Willie died, We laid him down with bursting hearts, My father's tomb beside. I know you're dreaming, mother dear, Of all these dangers passed; Perhaps you'll never know how hard Death came to me at last.
I'm almost in your arms again, God make your burden light! I never more can cheer your heart, For Lizzie dies tonight! I remember the days of our youth and love, When we sat neath the green oak tree; When thy smiles were bright as the skies above, And thy voice made music unto me. Never more will come those happy, happy hours, Whiled away in life's young dawn; Never more we'll roam through pleasure's sunny bowers, For our bright, bright summer days are gone. I remember the flowers that we cull'd by day, And the vows that we made by night; I remember the brook where we loved to stray In the bygone days our delight.
How we joyed when we met, and grieved to part, How we sighed when the night came on; How I longed for thee in my dreaming heart, Till the first fair coming of the dawn. I'll be a soldier and march to the drum, And lie in my tent when the night shadows come; I'll be a soldier with knapsack and gun, And stand to my post 'till the din of battle's done. I'll be a soldier and join in the fray, With black shining belt and a jacket of grey; I'll face up the battle as bold as a hawk, As gay as a lark and as steady as I rock.
I'll be a soldier, "my country's" the cry, I'll fly to defend her and conquer or die; The land of my childhood my love and my tears, The land of my birth and my early sunny years. I'll be a soldier, and when we have won, I'll come back to thee with my knapsack and gun, I'll come with a true heart and kiss off each tear, And linger beside thee forever Jenny dear. Why have my loved ones gone, Like the dew 'neath the early sun? Why am I left alone, While all their troubles here done?
My days of youth have passed away And the shades of life are near, But I still remain to mourn the happy days When dear departed friends were here. Why have my lov'd ones gone, Gone to return no more Calmly gliding o'er a Summer sea Whilst I'm left plodding on the shore? Why have my lov'd ones gone, From the joys and the pains of life?
Why do I still live on, Alone to battle in the strife? Alone to struggle in the fray, Till my earthly cares are done; While the young, the far have vanish'd from the day, Before their sorrows had begun. Why have my lov'd ones gone, While the Springtime is on the breeze? Gilding the hill side farm, And breathing music thro the trees! The birds are singing in the air, And the flow'rs are in their bloom; All things around are beautiful and fair, But still my spirit lies in gloom.
Tell Me of My Mother. Tell me, tell me, gentle lady, Many things I'd love to know, Of my dear and tender mother Who departed long ago. While she moved among the living Were the days all bright and fair? Did she dwell in happy sunlight Or in dark clouds of care? Was she beautiful like thee, With thy voice of melody? Did she love and cherish me? Gentle lady, let me know, While she journeyed here below, Was the world her friend or foe? Tell me of my mother! Tell me, tell me, of my mother! Is she roaming in the skies? I've been dreaming all about her, And awoke with tearful eyes: She was bending o'er my pillow In a deep and earnest prayer, And her voice was like the breathing Of the soft summer air.
Is the world so full of pain That she will not come again, Like a sunbeam on the rain? Does she know I'm here alone While my early friends have gone And my dearest memories flow? We will meet again I know; Be not weeping and won hearted. Last night I dreamed of thee Saying pleasant things to me; Still again those vigils keep While I lay me gently down to sleep. Farewell, mother dear, I go Where loved ones never can be parted.
We will meet again I know; Be not weeping and down hearted. Weep not mother dear for me When I'm laid underneath the willow; I'll keep guard upon thy soul; Thou hast guarded o'er my pillow. Far in a radiant land I will join a sister band They are singing a sweet refrain I am called: We will meet again I know; Be not weeping and downhearted. Sweet Little Maid of the Mountain. Roaming with thee I am happy and free, Dreaming of thee fills my heart full of glee, Longing for thee brings a sad memory, Sweet little maid of the mountain.
Why do I grieve when I'm left alone? Why do I sigh when thou art gone? We will meet when the night comes on, Sweet little maid of the mountain? We'll meet when the night comes one, Down the glade on the leafy lawn, We'll roam till the break of dawn, Sweet little maid of the mountain. Over the waters we'll gracefully glide, I've got a bark that can weather the tide, Out on the sea I will sit by thy side, Sweet little maid of the mountain.
Meet me at eve in the shady glen, There I will sing a gentle strain, You must come to that soft refrain, Sweet little maid of the mountain? Farewell sweet mother, Weep not now for me, Though my soul must wander hither, Weep not mother now for me. Soon with an angel band, I will wander hand in hand, To a fair and radiant land where I will wait for thee Farewell sweet mother, Weep not, weep not now for me; Though my soul must wander hither, Weep not mother now for me.
Farewell sweet mother, Every night I've dreamed of thee, And thy voice was soft and gentle, Saying pleasant things to me While you these vigils keep, Now I lay me down to sleep, Mother tell me why you weep, Oh! We have made a grave for little Belle Blair, In the field beyond the town, In the world she lived without a passing care, And her brow was ever free from a frown.
Happy as the live long day was she, And flowing was her dark glossy hair, We will hear no more her winning melody, For we've parted with our little Belle Blair. In the balmy spring we wandered side by side, Through the hours of health and glee, And our joys flowed on with ever gushing tide, Like the bubbles of the wide blue sea. In the bloom of youth and all her childish mirth, In the May day of her life, She has left the cares and busy broils of earth, For a better world beyond all strife.
We parted in the spring time of life, Nell and I, With all our gushing joys in their bloom, But now we've met the world's busy strife, Nell and I, And suffered from its dark chilling gloom. Yet my heart will sigh For those days gone by, That flow in my mem'ry's sweet refrain, We parted in the spring time of life, Nell and I, And I'll never see her bright smiles again. We made our little huts on the shore, Nell and I, And covered them with bright colored shells, We gathered moss and fern from the moor, Nell and I, And pluck'd the dewy flowers from the dells.
But the days roll'd round And the rude world frown'd, As time with its bitter cares fled on, We left our little huts on the shore, Nell and I, And we left our brightest hopes in their dawn. We wandered by the bright running streams, Nell and I, And gamboled o'er the wide grassy lawn, We met again in light sportive dreams, Nell and I, When the weary hours of twilight had flown.
And our hearts proved true 'Till a coldness grew, 'Twas caused by some unrelenting foe, We'll roam upon the lawn never more, Nell and I, Nor wander where the bright rivers flow. A Penny for Your Thoughts. A penny for your thoughts! For I know that you are dreaming: Love's little, wicked darts are sporting with your brain; A penny for your thoughts! Thro' those eyes your heart is gleaming, Longing to welcome back the starry night again. On thy lips a smile beaming, You're sighing now for Jenny Dow, that lives beyond the mill.
Do you think that you will love her When all those burning dreaming have flitted from your heart? Will a halo beam above her, When those delusive hopes and visions bright depart? Will all blessings then as now, Seem to linger round her brow, Or will they vanish like the bubbles on the rill?
For your heart's a cruel rover, 'Tis beating now for Jenny Dow, that lives beyond the mill. They are plain beyond concealing; Who cannot read a sighing lover through and through? I have something worth revealing: Fair maids though full of vows, are fickle and untrue; Now throw those flattering hopes away, Tomorrow's Jenny's wedding day One with a winning voice has gained her yielding will! On your mind a change is stealing, What think you now of Jenny Dow, that lives beyond the mill?
A Thousand Miles from Home. Far form the childhood's scene, with weary steps I roam; Laden with the weight of care, a thousand miles from home; Old times return to me, Days of pleasure nights of glee; While I'm beyond the sea a thousand miles from home. A thousand miles from home. Where are those early hopes, that made my footsteps stray; Faded while summer bowers, are blooming on my way; Sweet song of birds I hear Childhood's voices bright and clear; All fail my soul to cheer a thousand miles from home. Little Jenny Dow lives beyond the mill, Her merry voice is heard all round; Her happy smiles are seen on the green clad hill, Where ere the budding flow'rs are found, She greets the blushing morn like a dew drop bright, And carols thro' the live long day; She gladdens up my heart like a beam of light, And drives my bitter cares away.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, Her winning little voice is ringing, And the woodland birds are singing To little Jenny Dow. Many are the hearts that have sigh'd for her, And many that have sigh'd in pain, Many that I know would have died for her, And alas they would have died in vain Little Jenny Dow never clouds her brow In sorrow o'er a love-lorn swain; With spirits full of glee none so gay as she, As she rambles o'er the hill and plain.
By the gushing streamlets her footsteps glide, Leaving little prints in the sand; You'll meet her in the dale or the woodland wide, Giving life and joy to the land: Ever may she roam with the same light heart, Every many she sing with glee; While the summer days can their beams impart, And summer birds their melody.
I Will Be True to Thee.
Open Thy Lattice Love was a song composed by Stephen Foster on February 1, in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Susan E. Robinson was the last remaining. Open Thy Lattice, Love. Stephen Foster was just 18 when “Open Thy Lattice Love ” appeared. Set to a poem by George Pope Morris, this lilting call from a lover.
I will be true to thee Though I share in thy worst despair, I will be true to thee, Though my own heart be bowed with care, Though cold neglect upon thy hopes may fall, Though fears of death may hover near thy soul, Though funeral knells upon thine ears may toll, Yet I will be true to thee, I will be true to thee, I will be true to thee. I will be true to thee, Though I roam in a far off land, Whether on earth or sea, In a bower or desert strand, Though darkest clouds may mar the morning beams, And vapors dull may settle on the streams, Though blighting Time destroy thy fondest dreams, Yet I will be true to thee, I will be true to thee, I will be true to thee.
I will be true to thee; I will pray for thee night and day; Wilt thou be true to me, As in years that have rolled away? When all thy childhood's dearest hopes have fled And gloomy visions linger round thy head, When all thy dear and early friends are dead, Yet I will be true to thee, I will be true to thee, I will be true to thee.
The Merry Merry Month of May. We roamed the fields and river sides, When we were young and gay; We chased the bees and plucked the flowers, In the merry, merry month of May. Oh, yes, with ever changing sports, We whiled away the hours away; The skies were bright, Our hearts were light, In the merry, merry month of May. Our voices echo'd through the glen, With blithe and joyful ring; We built our huts of mossy stones, And we dabbled in the hillside spring. We joyed to meet and griev'd to part, We sigh'd when night came on; We went to rest with longing heart, For the come of the bright day dawn.
My Mother and my home, Ah! My mother, my mother. How old time memories will come, dream of my dear and gentle mother, I dream of my mother and my home. My mother and my home! That's What's the Matter. We live in hard and stirring times, Too sad for mirth, too rough for rhymes; For songs of peace have lost their chimes, And that's what's the matter! The men we held as brothers true, Have turn's into a rebel crew; So now we have to put them thro', And that's what's the matter!
That's what's the matter, The rebels have to scatter; We'll make them flee, By land and sea, And that's what's the matter! We'll never give up what we gain, For now we know we must maintain Our Laws and Rights with might and main; And that's what's the matter! The rebels thought we would divide, And Democrats would take their side; They then would let the Union slide, And that's what's the matter! But, when the war had once begun, All party feeling soon was gone; We join'd as brothers, ev'ry oneS! And that's what's the matter! The Merrimac, with heavy sway, Had made our Fleet an easy prey The Monitor got in the way, And that's what's the matter!
So health to Captain Ericsson, I cannot tell all he has done, I'd never stop when once begun, And that's what's the matter!