Speranza
Early Georgian (pre-Great War) Songs: 1911, 1912, and 1913
1911
M: George W. Meyer, w: Joe Goodwin.
MAYBE THAT’S WHY I’M LONELY
maybe that is why I'm sad
tho'you keep trying to have me sighing
you
can drive the blues away with any loving word you say
dear come on,Honey
cuddle closer
act like other sweethearts do
if I only knew, dear,You were
lonely too, dear
I wouldn't feel so blue.
I've been
calling on you dearie, ev'ry night,
I've been trying hard to get myself in
right:
But it only seems to me I try in vain,
You cause pain, and you know
you're to blame!
Even tho' I've often said that I love you,
Seems as tho'
you never want to bill and coo,
I would like to make you happy I
confess,
Can't you understand it, honey, can't you guess?
Now I feel
much better for you're sitting near,
And your head is resting on my shoulder
dear,
And you say that you were simply teasing, too!
Made me blue, to see
what I would do.
Now I know that for a time I've been so blind,
And we'll
make up for the loving we're behind,
So let's start a new love chapter here
today,
Make this one a finished tale, and I won't say;
1911
M: Roy Barton, w: Roger Lewis.
MEET
ME TONITE ‘MID THE ROSES
come while the stars brightly gleam
then while
the whole world reposes
we'll live in love's golden dream
each little
flower is calling
softly they're sighing for you
some meet me there mid
the roses so fair
where I wait for you.
I wander
tonight mid the roses dear,
Their fragrance perfumes the air.
My heart is
content for I know that soon,
You'll be here my love to share.
Sweet
message of love in the bright moonlight,
The roses to me confide.
Far
sweeter to me would it's meaning be,
If you were here by my
side.
1911
Gus Edwards/Edward
Madden.
Look out look out LOOK OUT FOR JIMMY VALENTINE
for he's a pal
of mine a sentimental crook
with a touch that lingers
in his sandpapered
fingers
he can find the combination to your pocketbook
look out, look out
for when you see his lantern shine
that's the time to jump right up and shout
help
he'd steal a horse & cart
he’d even steal a girlie's
heart
when Jimmy Valentine gets out.
When the stars
above are blinking,
And the house is dark and still,
And a sound comes
clink, clink, clinking,
From the nearby window sill,
If you see a figure
crouching,
In the ghostly pale moon shine,
And the bullseye
gleams,
Thro' your startled dreams,
Then it's Jimmy Valentine.
Through
a mask two eyes gleam brightly,
As they rove in search of loot,
While a
voice remarks politely,
"If you move an inch I'll shoot,
I'm a souvenir
collector,
So you have no cause for fright."
Then he bows away With your
last week's pay,
And he wishes you "Good night."
1911
M: Albert Gumble, w: Harry
Williams.
summer that's the time for spooning
summer, that's the time
for mooning
Old Apple tree time, Old Honeybee time
That for mine!
Oh
lovey turtle dovey
Then, dear, we'll go picking posies
And dear, won't it
be sublime
I'll pick you for a "daisy" If I don't I'll be crazy
IN THE
SUMMERTIME
Upon the porch was Billy Chase
with
chilly little Tilly Mace,
In Winter, the Wintertime.
He didn't dare go
in,I'm told,
For dad to him was just as cold
As Winter The Winter
time.
All Tilly did was watch the moon,
And hum a sentimental tune
of
Winter all ev'ning long.
His tongue was frozen to his cheek,
But just as
soon as he could speak,
He moaned "Don't sing that song."
Oh, dearie,
what if you should be
as chilly as you are to me,
In Summer, the Summer
time.
My frozen toes to pay the cost
And then discover I'm a frost,
In
Summer The Summer time.
But if you'll just thaw out in Spring,
Perhaps
you'll get a wedding ring,
In Summer in Summer time.
And then you'll take
those furs of brown
And trade them for a wedding gown,
Sometime in
Summertime.
1911
M: Nat Osborne, w: E. Ray
Goetz.
TAKE ME BACK TO YOUR GARDEN OF LOVE dear
once again let me bloom in
your heart
take me back to the beautiful springtime
where sunshine &
love never part.
to the rose in my heart that is dying
you are just like
the dew from above
I need you I want you I love you,
TAKE ME BACK TO YOUR
GARDEN OF LOVE.
Sweet thoughts of first love are filling me
With
joy but once we feel
While thoughts of fear are thrilling me
Its joy may
prove unreal.
Often 'twould seem love is luring me
To find that you're
untrue
To have you reassuring me
In hope I long for you.
If in your
heart you regret me not
Renew each vow to me
Just like a sweet
forgetmenot
Once more each word will be.
If in your dreams you could
understand
Your love's a fragrant bow'r
Your heart's my key to
wonderland
Come claim this fading flow'r.
1911
M: J.
Fred Helf, w: Edgar Leslie.
Wedding Bells, sweet Wedding bells,
Never
harmon ize with Baby yells,
Why did I get married?
If I'd only tarried,
with the crowd I'd mingle,
Yelling out "God bless the single."
Work by
day and fight by night,
Stand it no one can,
So now you
congregation,
Say a prayer for my salvation,
LORD HAVE MERCY ON A MARRIED
MAN
Gen'ral Sherman once remarked that "War was
Well."
The word I want to use is not so hard to spell,
I've a wife and
that's enough,
Gee! but married life is tough,
Case of fight both day and
night,
I'm gentle and she's rough,
If I could find the man who married
me,
I'd hang him on a sourapple tree.
Kipling wrote a "Fool there was" and
I'm that man,
The "Marriage Stakes" have claimed me as an "also ran."
Ev'ry night, I walk the floor,
Listening to the babies roar,
When
they're through their 'Bally hoo,'
My wife begins to snore,
If life
depended on the marriage knot,
I'd rather join the Army and be
shot.
Wedding Bells, sweet Wedding bells,
never harmonize
with Baby yells,
Why did I get married?
If I'd only tarried, was I off my
"Beedle"
send for "Watson quick the needle,"
Work by day and fight by
night,
Stand it no one can,
If you want to hear the jingle of two dimes
why just stay single,
Lord! have mercy on a married man.
1911
M: Ivan Caryll, w: C. M. S. McLellan, “The Pink Lady: a
musical comedy”.
to you BEAUTIFUL LADY I raise my eyes
my heart,
beautiful lady, to your heart sighs
come come BEAUTIFUL LADY to
paradise
e're the sweet sweet waltz dream dies
glide glide BEAUTIFUL LADY
on light bright wings
while the rapture of music around us swings
dream
dream dream & forget care, pain, useless regret
love, love, beautiful
lady, in my heart sings.
if I were a man
I'd be not president
but just he who plays the violin in the band
at the
Cafe de Paris.
for then I should have a chance
by fiddling to
entrance
& fill with ardor of romance
the prettiest girls in France
& while I'd play my yearning eyes would say
my yearning eyes would
say
Each night on a rip-pling tide of melody I would glide
& live
in the light of beauty's eyes
with ev'ry thing outside
I'd woo with a
magic bow
such harmonies sweet and low
the ladies would forget to
eat
& Pommery cease to flow.
1911
WHEN I’M ALONE I’M
LONESOME
when I'm alone I'm blue
Someone kind-ly lis-ten to my sympathy
plea
Ev'ry other girl & brother
has a pal just like a mother
whom
they can tell their troubles
whom they can call their own
won't somebo-y
kindly hear me
linger near me come & cheer me
I'm lonesome when alone.
I feel blue lone-some too,
Just be-cause I'm all a-lone.
I
con-fess lone-some-ness,
Seems to be the on-ly friend I own.
No one
cares to hear my woes,
Friend-less like a fad-ed rose,
I'm un-hap-py,
good-ness knows,
When I'm all a-lone.
One 0, 0, now you know
That's
the num-ber of my phone;
Five-six-eight on the gate,
Now you know the
num-ber of my home;
Fa-ther tries to make me glad,
When he thinks I'm
feel-ing sad,
But there's things you can't tell Dad,
When you're all
a-lone.
1911
W: Eileen Newton, m: Arthur F.
Tate.
dusk & the shadows falling
o'er land &
sea
SOMEWHERE A VOICE IS CALLING calling for me.
night & the
stars are gleaming
tender & true
dearest my heart is
dreaming
dreaming of
you.
1911
when
the golden sun sinks in the hills
& the toil of a long day is
o'er
tho’ the road may be long
in the lilt of a song
I forget I was
weary before
far ahead, where the blue shadows fall
I shall come to
contentment and rest
and the toils of the day
will be all charmed
away
in my LITTLE GREY HOME IN THE WEST
there are hands that will welcome
me in
there are lips I am burning to kiss
there are two eyes that shine
just because they are mine
and a thousand things other men miss
it's a
corner of heaven itself
though it's only a tumble-down nest
but with love
brooding there
why no place can compare
with my LITTLE GREY HOME IN THE
WEST
I've a little wet home in a trench
Where the rainstorms
continually drench,
There's a dead cow close by
With her feet in towards
the sky
And she gives off a terrible stench.
Underneath, in the place of a
floor,
There's a mass of wet mud and some straw,
But with shells dropping
there,
There's no place to compare,
With my little wet home in the
trench.
1911
Ayer.
OH YOU BEAUTIFUL DOLL
you great big
beautiful doll
let me put my arms about yo
I could never live without
you
OH YOU BEAUTIFUL DOLL
you great big beautiful doll
if you ever
leave me how my heart would ache
I want to hug you but I fear you'd
break
Oh oh oh OH YOU BEAUTIFUL DOLL
Honey dear,want you
near,
Just turn out the lights and then come over here!
Nestle close,up to
my side,
My heart's afire,with love's desire
In my arms,rest
complete,
I never thought that life could ever be so sweet
'Til I met
you,some time ago,
But now you know,
I love you so!
Precious
prize,close your eyes,
Now we're goin' to visit lover's paradise,
Press
your lips,
Again to mine,
For love is king of ev'rything
Squeeze me
dear,I don't care!
Hug me just as if you were a grizzly bear
This is how
I'll go through life,
No care or strife,when you're my
wife...
1911
Katie Moss, Floral Dance
we danced to the
band with that glorious tone
of the cornet, clarinet & big
trombone
fiddle, cello, big bass drum;
bassoon, flute &
euphonium,
each one making the most of his chance
altogether in THE FLORAL
DANCE.
dancing here, dancing there
jigging, jogging everywhere
up &
down & round the town
hurrah for the Cornish Floral Dance.
As
I walked home on a Summer night,
When stars in Heaven were shining
bright,
Far away from the footlight's glare,
Into the sweet and scented
air
Of a quaint old Cornish town . . .
Borne from afar on the gentle
breeze,
Joining the murmur of summer seas,
Distant tones of an old world
dance
Played by the village band perchance,
On the calm air came floating
down . . .
I thought I could hear the curious tone
Of the cornet, clarinet
and big trombone;
Fiddle, 'cello, big bass drum,
Bassoon, flute and
euphonium,
Far away, as in a trance . .
I heard the sound of the Floral
Dance.
And soon I heard such a bustling and prancing,
And then I saw the
whole village was dancing;
In and out of the houses they came,
Old folk,
young folk, all the same,
In that quaint old Cornish town . . .
Every boy
took a girl round the waist,
And hurried her off in tremendous
haste,
Whether they knew one another I care not,
Whether they cared at
all, I know not, . . .
But they kissed as they danced along . . .
And
there was the band with that curious tone,
Of the cornet, clarinet and big
trombone
Fiddle, 'cello, big bass drum;
Bassoon, flute and
euphonium,
Each one making the most of his chance,
Altogether in the
Floral Dance . . .
I felt so lonely standing there,
And I could only stand
and stare,
For I had no maid with me,
Lonely I should have to be
In
that quaint old Cornish town . . .
When suddenly hastening down the
lane,
A figure I knew I saw quite plain;
With outstretched hands I rushed
along
And carried her into that merry throng,
And fiddle and all went
dancing down . . .
1911
Strauss -- Offenstahl
di
rigori armato il seno
contra amor mi ribellai
ma fui vinto in un baleno
in mirar due vaghi rai
ma fui vinto in un baleno
in mirar due vaghi
rai
ah che resiste puoco
a stral di fuoco
cor di gelo di fuoco lo
stral.
1911
IT’S A LONG WAY TO TIPPERARY it’s a long way to go
IT’S A
LONG WAY TO TIPPERARY to the sweetest girl I know
goodbye Piccadilly farewell
Leicester square
IT’S A LONG long WAY TO TIPPERARY but my heart’s right
there.
1911
come to me MY MELANCHOLY BABY
cuddle
up & don't be blue
all your fears are foolish fancies maybe
you know
honey I’m in love with you
every cloud must have a silver lining
just wait
until the sun shines thru
smile my honey dear
while I kiss away each
tear
or else I shall be melancholy too.
1912
Jerome Kern,
Sing Sing You Tetrazzini, from the musical comedy, “The red petticoat”.
1912
Edwards/Madden. Mister
Pagliatch
Pagliatch he’s short and the fat
And when he walk he shake like
dis a-like dat
He look a like one great big clown
But when he sing he
knock you down.
Vesti la giubba e la faccia
infarina
1912
George A.
Smith/Walter Cavenaugh
LOVE ME WHEN THE LILACS BLOOM AGAIN
sweetheart will you love me love me then
promise you'll remember & be
true
tell me will you
LOVE ME WHEN THE LILACS BLOOM AGAIN.
'Twas a sunny day in springtime,
When I said:
"Goodbye, goodbye," A
nd the birds were sweetly singing,
As we parted you
and I;
'Mid the perfume of the Lilacs,
When I said goodbye that day in
May,
And the birds were sweetly calling,
When I heard you softly say:
Now the nightingale is singing,
And the sun is setting low,
I
can hear my sweetheart calling,
In the days of long ago.
When we parted
'neath the Lilacs,
And I left her all alone that day,
For my heart is
always longing,
And again I hear her say:
1912
M: Chris Smith, w: Jack Drislane.
AFTER ALL THAT I’VE BEEN TO YOU
after all of these many
years
after ev'rything I've gone thru
after all of our joys & our
tears
it’s the old story told again
of a strange love that cannot be
true
now we’re drifting apart
& you’re breaking my heart
AFTER ALL
THAT I’VE BEEN FOR YOU.
You say 'tis the end of love's
story,
You say it's our last "goodbye;"
Love dies in the youth of its
glory,
To bear it all now I must try.
Our dream of love is now
shattered,
How strange the story all seems,
vows to the winds have been
scattered,
And nothing is left of my dreams.
'Tis better we never had
met, dear,
Far better for both,I guess,
Now why did you ask me to
promise,
And why did I answer you, "yes"?
You do not know how you'll miss
me,
You cannot know how I feel,
I never thought you would leave me,
And
somehow it doesn't seem real.
1912
Charles H.
La Tourette.
Emmy Lou
MY EMMY LOU
there's no other girl
in
all the South like you
I love you true
indeed I do
you are the sunbeam
of my heart
MY EMMY LOU
Far away beneath the skies of sunny
Dixie,
Where the summer winds are sighing soft and low;
Lives a creole
maid of whom I'm always dreaming,
Though her skin is dark, her heart is true
I know,
Years have pass'd since last we two were parted,
But the feeling
in my heart remains the same.
It was there 'neath skies of blue,
That she
promised she'd be true,
While I sang to her this sweet refrain;
I
remember well the day when last I kiss'd her,
As I left her near her dear old
Southern home;
Down her dusky cheek the tears were slowly falling,
As she
whispered "Think of me where'er you roam."
Seems as though I hear the church
bells ringing,
In my fancy I am with her as of yore;
And I'm waiting for
the day,
When I'll wander back that way,
Then I'll softly sing to her once
more;
1912
M: Jacob Henry Ellis & Benjamin Richmond.
W: Charles E. Casey.
WHEN THE ROBIN CALLS ITS MATE
then I'll call
you
in the springtime when the rose longs for the dew
happy hearts will
fondly cling
'round a golden wedding ring,
WHEN THE ROBIN CALLS ITS MATE
then I''ll call you.
By my window in the city I am
dreaming,
As I hear the merry voices passing by;
But my thoughts are where
the village lights are gleaming,
By the river where we parted, you and
I,
When we kiss'd and said Goodbye,
your tears were falling,
And we
plan'd our future ere I went away,
Now my heart is ever longing for your
calling,
As you promised when I heard your sweet lips say:
When we
meet again the world will smile with gladness,
I can picture in my mind the
tender scene;
And the sunshine of our love will banish sadness,
As we
wander home across the village green,
Now I long to take you to my heart and
bless you,
For I miss you more each day, sweetheart, it seems;
But untill
your lips greet mine and I caress you,
I will find sweet consolation in my
dreams.
1912
On circus day--
just see that mule- dressed up in pants
See-- Sal-o-me do the hoot-chie
dance
Watch the ac-ro-bats tumb-ling down,
See that great big fun-ny
clown.
Look out, for that big griz-ly bear.
He's a fright, he will
bite.
Oh! cir-cus day--just comes a-round but once a year
Oh!- my hon-ey
ain't you glad we're here?
All the side shows we'll in-ves-ti-gate,
And
the mon-keys we will pes-ter-cate
Oh! you cir-cus day
Oh my
lit-tle hon-ey pin a rose on me,
for I'm just as happy as a bum-ble bee.
I
must see- that big pa-rade
Hear that old steam pian-o played
Got to hear
the band a play-ing down the street
Got to buy the tick-ets for a big box
seat
Oh see them, Oh! hear them, ain't that music grand-
Let's go- let's
go, I've got to see that show
1912
M. Sheridan
Who were
you with last night?
Who were you with last night?
It wasn't your
sister.
It wasn't you ma.
Ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah!
Who were you
with last night
Out in the pale moonlight?
Are you going to tell your
Missus
When you get home
Who were you with last night?
Who were you
with last night?
Who were you squeezing so tight?
It wasn't your
sister.
It wasn't you ma.
Ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah!
Who were you
with last night
Out in the pale moonlight?
I am going to tell your
missus
When you get home
Just who you were with last night!
I am
going to tell your missus
When you get home
Just who you were with last
night!
1912
w. William Jerome m. James V.
Monaco
Young Johny Jones he had a cute little boat
& all
the girlies he would take for a float
He had girlies on the shore
Sweet
little peaches by the score
But master Johny was a wis'un you know
His
steady girl was Flo
& every Sunday afternoon
she'd jump in his
boat
& they would spoon
& then he'd
ROW ROW ROW
way up the
river
he would
ROW ROW ROW
A hug he'd give her
then he'd kiss her
now & then
she would tell him when
they'd fool around & fool
around
& then they'd kiss again
& then he'd
row, row, row
A
little further he would
go oh, oh, oh
then he'd drop both his
oars
take a few more encores
& then he'd row, row, row.
a little
further he would
go, oh, oh, oh,
then we'll drop both our oars
take a
round of applause,
& then we'll go, go, go.
1912
w.
Chauncey Olcott & George Graff Jr m. Ernest R. Ball
WHEN IRISH
EYES ARE SMILING
sure 'tis like the morn in spring
in the lilt of Irish
laughter
you can hear the angels sing
when Irish hearts are
happy
all the world seems bright & gay
& WHEN IRISH EYES ARE
SMILING
sure they steal your heart away.
There's a
tear in your eye,
And I'm wondering why,
For it never should be there at
all.
With such pow'r in your smile,
Sure a stone you'd beguile,
So
there's never a teardrop should fall.
When your sweet lilting
laughter's
Like some fairy song,
And your eyes twinkle bright as can
be;
You should laugh all the while
And all other times smile,
And now,
smile a smile for me.
For your smile is a part
Of the love in your
heart,
And it makes even sunshine more bright.
Like the linnet's sweet
song,
Crooning all the day long,
Comes your laughter and light.
For the
springtime of life
Is the sweetest of all
There is ne'er a real care or
regret;
And while springtime is ours
Throughout all of youth's
hours,
Let us smile each chance we
get.
1912
w. L. Wolfe Gilbert m. Lewis F.
Muir & Maurice Abrahams
O every evening hear him sing
it's the
cutest little thing
with the cutest little swing
HITCHY KOO HITCHY
KOO
Oh simply meant for kings and queens,
don't you ask me what it
means
I just love that HITCHY KOO
HITCHY KOO HITCHY KOO
say he
does it just like no-one could
when he does it say he does it
good
oh, every evening hear him sing
it's the cutest little
thing
with the cutiest little swing
HITCHY KOO HITCHY KOO HITCHY KOO.
1912
w.m. Irving Berlin, E. Ray Goetz, A. Baldwin
Sloane
come on & hear, come on & hear
ALEXANDER’S RAGTIME
BAND
come on and hear, come on and hear
it's the best band in the
land
they can play a bugle call like you never heard before
so natural
that you want to go to war
that's just the bestest band what am, honey
lamb
come on along, come on along
let me take you by the hand
up to the
man, up to the man
who's the leader of the band
& if you care to hear
the Swanee River played in ragtime
come on and hear, come on and
hear
ALEXANDER’S RAGTIME BAND.
Oh ma honey, oh ma
honey,
Better hurry and let's meander.
Ain't you goin', ain't you
goin'?
To the leader man, ragged meter man?
Oh ma honey, oh ma
honey,
Let me take you to Alexander's
Grand stand brass band,
Ain't
you comin' along?
Oh ma honey, oh ma honey,
There's a fiddle with
notes that screeches.
Like a chicken, like a chicken.
And the clarinet, is
a coloured pet.
Come and listen, come and listen,
To a classical band
what's peaches.
Come now, somehow,
Better hurry
along!
1912
we were sailing along on MOONLIGHT BAY
we
could hear the voices ringing they seemed to say
you have stolen her heart
now don't go ’way
as we sang love's old sweet song on MOONLIGHT
BAY
voices hum, crooning over Moonlight Bay
banjos strum,
tuning while the moonbeams play
All alone, unknown they find me
Memories
like these remind me
Of the girl I left behind me
Down on Moonlight
Bay
Candle lights gleaming on the silent shore
Lonely nights, dreaming
till we meet once more
Far apart, her heart, is yearning
With a sigh for
my returning
With the light of love still burning
As in of days of
yore
1912
The Broadway revue, “The
Honeymoon Express”
YOU MADE ME LOVE YOU
I didn’t want to do
it
I didn’t want to do it
YOU MADE ME LOVE YOU
And all the time I knew
it
I guess you always knew it
You made me happy sometimes
You made me
sad
But there were times when
You made me feel so bad
You made me long
for
I didn’t want to do it
I didn’t want to do it
I want some love
that’s true
Yes I do you know I do
Give me give me give me
The love I
need
You know you got the kisses that I’d die for
You know
YOU MADE ME
LOVE YOU
1913
Berlin. The dog.
Caruso
mentioned in verse.
Singing like a four-legged Mister
Carouse
1913
Irving Berlin. My sweet Italian
man.
Ridi pagliaccio. quoted musically.
1913
M:
James V. Monaco, w: Joe McCarthy.
I'm crying 'cause I know you'll break
my heart
I'm crying 'cause we're drifting far apart
I'm crying for a
little love that's true
Like I gave you I want it, I want it
You used to
want it too,
I'm crying 'cause you're acting mighty strange
I'm crying
just to think how soon you've changed
I ought to hate you, but I love
you
love you, love you true
hat's why I'M CRYING JUST FOR YOU
I never knew what love could do,
I never knew I could
feel blue,
I never knew till I met you,
But now I'm learning, And how I'm
yearning,
I gave you all the love I had,
I thought that you could make me
glad,
And now you ask me why I'm sad,
I'll tell you why I cry for
you.
I gave up ev'ry friend I knew,
I gave up all my pleasures
too,
Once I would give the world for you,
But you deceived me,And how you
grieved me,
You promised some day bye and bye,
We'd live in loveland you
and I,
You ruined all the dreams I had,
And still you ask me why I'm sad.
1913
Arnold & Brown.
I'LL BUILD A
BUNGALOW FOR YOU
if you will love me
where we will live as lovers do
& no one can see
we'll have a lot of don't you dare
to tell your
mother
& p'raps a little one good kiss deserves another
there in my
little bungalow for two
just me & you.
I'm feeling kind of
funny,
I don't know what to do,
I'm lonely for you honey,
I'm feeling
sad and blue,
If you would say you loved me,
How happy I would be,
I'll
tell you what I'd do dear,
I'd do for you and me.
Away off in the
country,
Away from New York town,
I've got a place all chosen!
Someday
I'll take you down,
There we will always live dear,
Just you and me and
guess,
Don't keep me here awaiting
You'd better answer yes.
1913
M: Al. Piantadosi, w: Henry Fink.
you made me what I am today
I hope you're satisfied
you dragged
and dragged me down until
my soul within me died;
you've shattered each
and ev'ry dream
you fooled me from the start
& though you're not
true
may God bless you
that’s THE CURSE OF AN ACHING
HEART.
You made me think you cared for me,
And I
believed in you.
You told me things you never meant,
And made me think
them true.
I gambled in the game of love,
I played my heart and
lost.
I'm now a wreck, Upon life's sea,
Alone I pay the cost.
The
dreams I dreamed of future joys,
You smiled on, though you knew,
Deep down
within your faithless heart,
They never would come true,
Still further on
you lead me
till my paradise I saw,
Then with one word you banished
all my hopes for ever more.
1913
Charles L.
Johnson
DREAM DAYS DREAM DAYS days gone by
days when we strolled in the
garden of love
sweet-heart you and I
dream days, dream days, I loved them
so
Oh take me back to those
beautiful DREAM DAYS of long ago.
Twi-light brings fond rec-ol-lect-tions,
Mem'-ries of days long
gone by
Days we lived on-ly in dream-land
With-out a care or a sigh,
Could I but bring back those dream days,
Could I re-call them once more
Love's gold-en hours,
'midst sweet-est flowr's, beau-ti-ful dream days of
yore.
Night comes and finds me a dream-ing,
Dream-ing of some-one I know
Dream-ing of some-one who loved me,
Back in the days long a-go,
Oh
take me back to those dream days,
Back to the girl I a-dore There let me
stay,
just for to-day, back in the dream days of yore.
.
1913
M: A. Fred
Phillips, w: Richard Howard.
GOODBYE LITTLE GIRL OF MY DREAMS
GOODBYE
LITTLE GIRL OF MY DREAMS
I'd like to feel, That you are real
For you are
mine it seems,
Love-light in your eyes brightly gleams
you say just for
me that it beams
so I'll love on-ly thee
tho' in dreams it may
be
GOODBYE LITTLE GIRL OF MY DREAMS
I won-der and
won-der,
if there'll come a day, when,
the girl of my dreams will
ex-ist.
I-, won-der and won-der
and hope that there may,
F-or on-ly
in dreams have we kissed.
I see her fair face ev-'ry night in my dreams,
it's as sweet as the ros-es that bloom,
B-ut soon it is morn a-nd then
she is gone,
So I say as she fades with the moon.
There's mill-ions of
girls in this beau-ti-ful world,
there's a girl for each boy so they say;
So I'll wait thro' the years 'till my dream girl ap-pears,
For I know I
shall meet her some day.
How hap-py I'd be at the break of the dawn,
Just to find her at rest in my arms,
Nev-er more have to sigh Nev-er
more say good-bye,
To the girl of those won-der-ful charms.
1913
Irving Berlin.
SOMEBODY’S
COMING TO MY HOUSE
somebody's coming to stay
father feels so happy he's
jumping with joy
all he keeps saying is I hope it's a boy
welcome is
waiting the stanger
who'll come to brighten our lives
I can hear mother
croon he'll be president soon
when the cute little stranger arrives.
Ev'ry one's excited down at my house,
Ev'ry one's
delighted there,
Soon you'll be invited down to my house,
Down to a joyous
affair,
Can't you see I'm happy, happy and gay,
See the look of joy in my
eye.
You'll never guess why I'm feeling this way,
So here's the reason
why,
Ev'ry thing is quiet down at my house,
We must tiptoe through the
hall,
Soon there'll be a riot down at my house,
When someone starts in to
bawl,
Auntie said "We'll call it 'Lizabeth Jane,"
Sister looked at auntie
and smiled.
Dad said Elizabeth's fine but I hope
It's not that kind of a
child.
1913
in the blue ridge mountains of
Virginia
ON THE TRAIL OF THE LONESOME PINE
in the pale moonshine
our
hearts entwine
where she carved her name & I carved mine
o June like
the mountains I'm blue
like the pine I am lonesome for you
in the blue
ridge mountains of Virginia
ON THE TRAIL OF THE LONESOME
PINE
1913
From “The Revue of 1913”. Included in “Oh, what a
lovely war”
On Sunday I walk out with a Soldier,
On Monday
I'm taken by a Tar,
On Tuesday I'm out with a baby Boy Scout,
On Wednesday
a Hussar;
On Thursday a gang oot wi' a Scottie,
On Friday, the Captain of
the crew;
But on Saturday I'm willing,
if you'll only take the
shilling
To make a man of any one of you.
On Sunday I walk
out with a Bo'sun.
On Monday a Rifleman in green,
On Tuesday I choose a
'sub' in the 'Blues',
On Wednesday a Marine;
On Thursday a Terrier from
Tooting,
On Friday a Midshipman or two,
But on Saturday I'm willing
if
you'll only take the shilling,
To make a man of any one of
you.
The Army and the Navy need attention,
The
outlook isn't healthy you'll admit,
But I've got a perfect dream of a new
recruiting scheme,
Which I think is absolutely it.
If only other girls
would do as I do
I believe that we could manage it alone,
For I turn all
suitors from me but the sailor and the Tommy,
I've an army and a navy of my
own.
I teach the tenderfoot to face the powder,
That gives an added
lustre to my skin,
And I show the raw recruit how to give a chaste
salute,
So when I'm presenting arms he's falling in.
It makes you almost
proud to be a woman.
When you make a strapping soldier of a kid.
And he
says 'You put me through it and I didn't want to do it
But you went and made
me love you so I
did.'
1913
Sanderson/Teschemacher.
Published by Boosey. Boosey Ballad Concert, St. James’s Hall, Londra.
tell me
tell me where are you sailing
SHIPMATES O’MINE
The morn is cold and the
great winds are wailing
Shipmates o’ mine
1913
Words by
Stoddard King, music by Alonzo Elliott, both seniors at Yale. Included by Noel
Coward in “Cavalcade”
there’s a long long trail awinding
into the land of my dreams
where the nightingales are singing
& a
white moon beams
there’s a long long night of waiting
until my dreams all
come true
till the day whenI’ll be going
down that long long trail with
you
Nights are growing very lonely,
Days are very
long;
I'm a-growing weary only
List'ning for your song.
Old
remembrances are thronging
Thro' my memory
Till it seems the world is full
of dreams
Just to call you back to me.
All night long I hear you
calling,
Calling sweet and low;
Seem to hear your footsteps
falling,
Ev'ry where I go.
Tho' the road between us stretches
Many a
weary mile,
I forget that you're not with me yet
When I think I see you
smile.
1913
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
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