Songs We Love; All the Favorites from Every Land Designed and Arranged for Home, Church, and School - The Choicest and Most Delightful Musical Gems, Embracing Sacred, Comic, and Sentimental: A Superb Volume of Songs, Hymns, Glees, Ballads, Anthems, Chant (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1902 Excerpt: ...in de val-ley, in de Hol-i-day, an' say he'd gib me more, I tank'd him ber-y kind-ly, an' rib-er wharde trees dey hang so low, De coon among thar branches play, while d old oak tree we sat for many an hour, Hap-py as de Buz-zard bird dat ole Car-li-n State; Way down in de meadow, 'twas dare I mow'd de shov'd my boat from shore; So down de rib-er I glides along wid my heart so light an' mink ne keeps be-low; Oh, dar is de spot, an' Mae she looks so flies a-bout deflow'r; But oh.dear Mae, I leff her, she cried when bofTwe part I al-ways work de hard-er when I tink ob lub-ly Mae. To de cot-tage ob my lub-ly Mae, I'd long'd so much to see. neat, Her eyes dey spar-kle like de stars, her lips are red as beet.-ed, I bid my sweet Mae a long farewell, and back to Mas-sa started. hay, free, eyes are bright, Dey shine at night, When de moon am gwane a-way eyes are bright, Dey shine at night, When de moon am gwane a-way seek-ing a home, But now I stand at an o-pen door, O'er lone-ly, and poor, But now I'm glad that at last I see Besor-row no more, Through Christ I'll reach at the end, I know, My which is written, "Come."") I'll en-ter that o-pen door, ..-fore me an o-pen door. Fa-ther's o pen door. ) I'll en-ter that o-pen door, home? Oh where has the ex-ile his home? Where the mountain is steep, Where the turn? Oh when will the ex-ile re turn? When our hearts heave no sigh, When our 5 f val-ley is deep.Where the waves of the O-hi o foam; Where tears shall he dry, When E-rin no long-er shall mourn; When his no cheer-ing smile His woes may be-guile, Oh there has the ex-ile his home, name we dis-own, When his mem'ry is gone, Oh then will the ex-ile re-turn. 1. On the rocks by A-ber-deen, Where the whist'-lin' wave had been, As I 2. Then I busk'd my-sel'wi'...