Speranza
Edwardian Songs
--- Pages from the Edwardian Song Book
1901
Carrie Jacobs-Bond
'tis summer glorious
summer
within thine eyes divine
'tis winter icy winter
in that silent
heart of thine
‘twill not be so forever
mine own true love thou art
in
thine eyes it may be winter
'twill be summer in thine
heart
1901
M: Max Witt, w: Robert F. Roden.
WHILE THE CONVENT
BELLS WERE RINGING
soft & sweet across the sea
& the twilight
shades were falling
then she said goodbye to me
as the sun went down in
splendour
then I kissed her lips so tender
WHILE THE CONVENT BELLS WERE
RINGING
over the sea.
The Convent' bells ere ringing, and o'er
the Western sea
The twilight music echoed soft and low
I stood beside my
sweetheart, who'll come to take the veil
Because her father sternly had said
"No!"
The golden sun descended, as we stood sadly there
Inside sweet
voices blended, in solemn evening prayer
We parted at the gateway, she said
"Farewell" to me
While the Convent bells were ringing, over the
sea.
Within a lonely mansion,I stood one summer night,
"My Kate is yours"
I heard her father say,
"Don't let her take the veil, lad, for I see my
mistake
I've griev'd these weary months she's been away;
Once more the
bells were ringing, but now the chimes so sweet
To my heart joy were
bringing, for soon my love I'd meet
A moment, then I clasp'd her, and kissed
her tenderly
While the Convent bells were ringing, over the sea.
1901
M: Isidore Whitmark, w: Frederick Rankin.
JUST
A GENTLE TOUCH just a mother’s touch
as his name she'll softly call
Tom
oft a heart quite sad is soon made glad
thro' a gentle touch, that's
all.
Daylight stealing, over night'
Finds a mother in her
plight
watching o'er her ailing boy
who's her ev'ry hope and joy
cheery words from doctors lips
while a cooling draught he sips
does
not ease him half half so much
much, as his mother's gentle touch
Two
friends meet, on busy street
Two friends recognize and greet
One looks
bright as polished steel
Other worn but yet genteel
One tells how luck
came his way
Other tells of his dismay
One Sympathizes very much
Till
the other makes a touch.
Just a gentle touch, now he takes a
crutch
Whene'er he makes a call (Hogg)
And when he goes out friends ask
him what gout?
No a gentle touch, that's all.
Narrow walls of
crowded flat
Nine pianos, think of that
Over head they scream duetts
I am told that they're soubrettes
Neighbors daughter big and strong
Plays "Dead March" like comic song
Wouldn't mind it If she had a light-
er touch.
Oh! her gentle touch, worries me so much
And she always
starts to bawl,
(Hogg) They'll have rooms to let they'll be mine you
bet,
Thro' her gentle touch, that's all.
1901
M: Gustav Luders, w: Frank
Pixley
I
am the emi- nent DOCTOR FIZZ
The emi-nent Doctor Fizz.
And Dr. Fizz you
can bet,
I'm the best there is,
The very best there is;
With my pow-
ders and pills,
I can heal all the ills
of the people you may- be
sure;
As long as my patient will pay the bills,
There's noth- ing I can-
not cure,
The eminent Doctor Fizz You bet,
I'm the best there is,
With
my pow- ders and pill ,
I can conquer their ills
There is noth ing I can
not cure,
For I am Doctor Fizz
The very best their is,
For he is
Doctor Fizz.
the best there is, the best there is.
For Dr. Fizz ev'ry
spec- ies of ache and pain,
Is per- fectly clear to my Ferris wheel
brain,
Crooked rec- ords made straight
and I cure while you wait
I'm
the em- i- nent Doc- tor Fizz,
For ev'ry spe- cies of ache and pain,
Is
per- fectly clear to his Ferris wheel brain,
Crooked records made straight
and he'll cure while you wait,
He's the eminent Doc- tor Fizz"
1901
Carrie Jacobs-Bond
I LOVE YOU TRULY
truly dear,
life with its sorrow life with its tears
fades into dreams
when I feel you are near
for I LOVE YOU TRULY truly dear.
ah love 'tis
something to feel your kind hand
ah yes, 'tis something by your side to
stand
gone is the sorrow gone doubt & fear
for you love me truly truly
dear.
1901
o dry those tears
& calm those
fears
life is not made for sorrow
’twill come alas
but soon 'twill
pass
clouds will be sunshine tomorrow
O lift thine eyes
to the blue
skies
see how the clouds do borrow
brightness each one
straight from
the sun
so is it ever with sorrow.
’twill come alas but soon
twill pass clouds will be sunshine
tomorrow.
1901
Performed by Elanine Terris and
Seymour Hicks.
you are my honey honeysuckle
I am the bee
I’d like to
sip the honey sweet
from those red lips you see
I love you dearly dearly
& I want you to love me,
you are my honey honeysuckle
I am the
bee.
On a summer afternoon,
Where the honeysuckles
bloom,
When all nature seemed at rest.
‘Neath a little rustic
bower,
Mid the perfume of the flower,
A maiden sat with one she loved the
best.
As they sang the songs of love,
From the arbour just above,
Came
a bee which lit upon the vine;
As it sipped the honey-dew,
They both
vowed they would be true,
Then he whispered to her words she thought
divine.
So beneath that sky so blue,
These two lovers fond and true,
With their hearts so filled with bliss,
As they sat there side by
side,
He asked her to be his bride,
She answered “Yes” and sealed it with
a kiss.
For her heart had yielded soon,
‘Neath the honeysuckle bloom,
And thro’ life they’d wander day by day.
And he vowed just like the
bee,
“I will build a home for thee,”
And the bee then seemed to answer
them and say:
1901
L. Hope, The Garden of Kama.
pale hands I loved beside the shalimar
where are you
now, who lies beneath your spell
whom do you lead on rapture's roadway,
far,
before you agonise them in farewell
pale hands, pink-tipped,
like lotus-buds that float
on those cool waters where we used to dwell,
I
would have rather felt you round my throat
crushing out life than waving me
farewell.
1902
I
sing a little
tenor
1902
Paul
Barnes.
I LOVE YOU DEARLY true & sincerely
say that you love me
tenderly & true
should you depart love 'twould break my heart love
for
I love noone but you my darling
FOR I LOVE NO ONE BUT YOU
As the sun was sinking in its splendor,
Twilight
shadows gathered from afar,
Nature softly lowered her dark curtains,
And
tenderly she pinned them with a star,
Soft a lover whispers in the twilight,
"Tell me that you love me, love me true,
Whisper that you'll ever be my
own, dear,
For I love no one but you."
Night birds softly cooing in
the treetops,
Dew drops kiss the grass with love intent,
Soft winds lulled
the flowers into slumber,
The brooklet sang a soft accompaniment,
Maples
o'er the lovers cast a shadow,
Just to hide them from fair Luna's view,
As
with a kiss she said, "I'm yours forever,
For I love no one but
you."
1902
M: Charles E. Baer, w:
George W. Thornton.
there's a light ev' ry night
just to show the
way
a kiss for me at the door
there's a smile all the while
greet's me
ev'ry day
I'll cherish forever more
for the joy of my life
is a
trusting wife & baby
why should I roam
in sunshine or rain
it is
just the same
that's A MINER’S HOME SWEET HOME.
It was on a
summer's day in the coalfields far away
That I chanced upon a miner's lonely
cot
And I marvelled much to see how contented he could be
For it seemed
that he was happy with his lot.
Roses bloom'd around the door and a baby on
the floor
Lent a sunshine to that lonely mountain side
And I said "tho'
fate's unkind you are happy here I find,"
Then he answered as his face lit up
with pride
I would go upon my way but he answer'd "stranger stay
Till you
hear he tory of a happy life;"
All the gold that e'er was mined is not equal
you will find
To the blessings of a baby and a wife
When the sun inks in
the west, 'tis the time I love the best
Then I look upon my cot with
heartfelt pride
Richer homes I know there are but I'm happier by far
With
my lov'd ones by a miner's fireside.
1902
M: Harry von
Tilzer, w: Andrew B. Sterling.
ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON
in the merry
month of June
take a trip up the Hudson or down the bay
take a trolley to
Coney or Rockaway
ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON
you can see the lovers
spoon
they work hard on Monday
but one day that's funday
is Sunday
afternoon
on a noon
There's a day, we feel gay
If the weather's
fine
Ev'ry lad feels so glad
if the sun does shine
In his best, He is
dressed
and with smiling face
He goes with his Pearlie
his own little
girlie to some nice place
Coming home, Starry dome
with a soft
moonshine
Lover's kiss, oh what bliss
oh what joy divine
"Goodnight
Joe," Goodnight Flo
don't forget now dear
Next Sunday at two
I'll be
waiting for you
on the old Iron Pier."
1902
Edward W.
Corliss.
for he loves the flag he fights beneath
at freedom’s high
command
& he loves the comrade tried & true
he loves his native
land
but there is a love the soldier feels
that's better far than all the
rest
there's the love of one whose heart is his
’tis the girl that he
loves the best.
Sing of Amelia Ann, Car- lie and sweet Su-
sanne
Sing of pretty Maisie,Mary and Angeline
Peggy and Clementine,
Mignonette and Daisy
Every girl is sweet, dainty and dear and neat
Ev'ry
soldier loves her
But they all declare that there's a love that is best of
all
Yes!There's a love that is always best of all
Yes! There is one that
has his heart in thrall
One that he loves alone,One that he calls his
own
ONE THAT HE LOVES BEST.
When to the war he goes, Nobody ever
knows
Where his heart may wander, Whether it be Japan
Africa,
Yucatan
Honeyed words he'll squander:
But tho' he bide away
Many a
weary day
There is one who loves him
And he's sure when he comes home
to find she's the best of all.
1902
M: Jean
Schwartz, w: Wiliam Jerome.
for MISTER DOOLEY
for Mister Dooley
the
greatest nab the country ever knew
quite diplomatic, And democratic,
is
Mister Dooley ooley ooley oo.
There is a man that's known to all
a man of
great renown
A man who's name is on the lips
of every one in town,
You
read about him every day
you've heard his name no doubt
And if he even
sneezes
they will get an Extra out
[Verse 2]
Napoleon
had an army
of a hundred thousand men,
He marched them up the hill
and then he marched them down again,
When they were up why they were
upon that I'll bet a crown,
And though Napoleon marched them up
who
was it called them down.
'Twas Mister Dooley,
'Twas Mister Dooley
He
always knew a little parle vou,
With Bonipartee, A la Ma Carty
was Mister
Dooley ooley ooley oo.
[Verse 3]
This country never can forget,
forget we never will,
The way the boys at San Juan
they went charging
up the hill,
Though Teddy got the credit
of that awful bloody
fray,
The hero who deserved it
and the man who saved the day.
'Twas
Mister Dooley,
'Twas Mister Dooley,
Like a locomotive up the hill he
flew,
Who drove the Spaniards,
Back to the Tanyards,
'twas Mister
Dooley ooley ooley oo.
1902
Carrie Jacobs-Bond.
MAY I PRINT A KISS ON YOUR LIPS he said
she nodded her kind
permission
they went to press
& I rather guess
they printed a
whole edition.
1902
m. Scott
Joplin
1902
Edward German, “Merrie England”,
Savoy, Londra.
Who were the Yeomen -
The Yeomen of
England?
The freemen were the Yeomen,
The freemen of England!
Stout
were the bows they bore,
When they went out to war, -
Stouter their
courage for the honour of England.
Where are the Yeomen -
The Yeomen of
England?
In home-stead and in Cottage
They still dwell in
England!
Stained with the ruddy tan,
God's air doth give a man,
Free as
the winds that fan
The broad breast of England
And Nations to
Eastward,
And Nations to Westward,
As foemen did curse them,
The Bowmen
of England!
No other land could nurse them,
But their Mother-land, old
England!
And on her broad bosom shall they ever thrive
1902
Edward
German, “Merrie England”, Savoy, Londra.
Walter Raleigh’s Aria.
Dan Cupid hath a garden
Where women are the flow'rs,
And
lovers' laughs and lovers' tears
The sunshine and the show'rs.
And oh! the
sweetest blossom
That in the garden grows,
The fairest queen, it is , I
ween,
The perfect English rose,
The fairest queen, it is , I ween,
The
perfect, the perfect English rose.
Let others make a garland
Of ev'ry
flow'r that blows!
But I will wait till I may pluck
My dainty English
rose.
In perfume, grace, and beauty,
The rose doth stand apart,
God
grant that I, before I die,
May wear one on my heart!
God grant that I,
before I die,
May wear one, may wear one on my
heart!
1902
w. Ren Shields m. George Evans, “The
Defender: a musical comedy”, introduced by Blanche Ring.
IN THE GOOD OLD
SUMMERTIME
IN THE GOOD OLD SUMMERTIME
strolling thru the shady lanes with
your baby mine
you hold her hand & she holds yours
& that's a
very good sign
that she's your tootsie-wootsie
IN THE GOOD OLD
SUMMERTIME.
1902
w. Edward Teschemacher m. Guy d'Hardelot
BECAUSE
you come to me
with naught save love
& hold my hand & lift mine
eyes above
a wider world of hope & joy I see
BECAUSE you come to
me.
BECAUSE you speak to me in accent sweet,
I find the roses
waking `round my feet,
and I am led through tears and joy to thee,
because
you speak to me!
BECAUSE God made thee mine,
I'll cherish
thee,
Thru light & darkness through all time to be
& pray His love
may make our love divine,
because God made thee
mine.
1902
Elgar. Words by Benson. First sung by
Clara Butt in June 1902 at St. James’s Hall.
LAND OF HOPE & GLORY
mother of the free
how shall we extoll thee who was born of thee
mighy
& mighty shall thy bounds be set
God who made thee mighty made thee
mightier yet.
1902
Words by Giambattista de Curtis, composed by
Ernesto de Curtis.
e tu dice i’ parto addio
t’alluntane da stu
core
dalla terra dell’ammore
tiene ’o core ’e nun turnà
ma nun me
lassà
nun darme stu turmiento
torna a Surriento
famme
campà.
vir ’o mare quant’è bello
ispira tanto
sentimento,
comme tu a chi tiene a’ mente
ca scetato ’o faje
sunnà
guarda qua chistu ciardino
siente sie’ sti sciure arance
nu
profumo accussi fino
dinto 'o core se ne va.
vir ’o mare de
Surriento
che tesoro tene 'nfunno
chi ha girato tutto 'o munno
nun l'ha
visto comm'a ccà
guarda attuorno sti Serene
ca te guardano 'ncantate,
e
te vonno tantu bene
te vulessero vasa.
vedi il
mare come è bello ispira molto sentiment come tu che a chi guardi da sveglio lo
fai sognare guarda guarda questo giardino senti, senti questi fiori d'arancio un
profumo così delicate dentro al cuore se ne va e tu dici io parto addio
ti
allontani da questo cuore dalla terra dell'amore hai il cuore di non tornare ma
non mi lasciare non darmi questo tormento torna a Sorrento fammi vivere vedi il
mare di Sorrento che tesori ha nel fondo chi ha girato tutto il mondo non l'ha
visto come qua guarda intorno queste Sirene che ti guardano incantate e ti
vogliono tanto bene ti vorrebbero baciare. Look at the sea, how beautiful it is,
it inspires so many emotions, like you do with the people you have at heart, you
make them dream while they are still awake, oook at this garden & the scent
of these oranges, such a fine perfume, it goes straight into your heart &
you say, I am leaving, goodbye, you go away from my heart, away from this land
of love & you have the heart not to come back but do not go away, do not
give me this pain come back to Surriento, let me live, Look at the sea of
Surriento, what a treasure it is, even who has travelled all over the world, he
has never seen a sea like this, look at these mermaids that stare, amazed at you
that love you so much, they would like to kiss
you.
1902
Cannon
won't you come home Bill Bailey won't you
come home
she moans the whole day long
I’ll do the cooking darling I’ll
pay the rent
I knows I’ve done you wrong
member that rainy eve that I
drove you out
with nothing but a fine tooth comb
I know I'se to blame
well ain’t that a shame
Bill Bailey won't you please come
home.
On one summer's day, the sun was shining fine.
The lady
love of old Bill Bailey was hanging clothes on the line
In her back yard, and
weeping hard.
She married a B & O brakeman that took and throw'd her
down.
Bellering like a prune-fed calf with a big gang hanging 'round;
And
to that crowd she yelled out loud.
Bill drove by that door in an
automobile,
A great big diamond coach and footman, hear that big wench
squeal;
"He's all alone," I heard her groan.
She hollered through that
door, "Bill Bailey is you sore?
Stop a minute; won't you listen to me? Won't
I see you no more?"
Bill winked his eye, as he heard her
cry
1903
how can I forget you
when in dreams I see your
face
how can I for-get you
when in dreams your name I trace
how can I
for-get you
when in dreams I see your smile
HOW CAN I FORGET YOU
DREAMING OF YOU ALL THE WHILE.
you tell me that our dream of
love is o'er
you think not of the day, dear, when I heard you soft-ly
say
I on-ly want your love and noth-ing more;"
I gave my heart to you,
You prom-ised you'd be true
But now you say that prom-ise you re-gret, You
bid me go my way
A-nd think not of that day, In cru-el words you tell me to
for-get.
The years may come, the years may go, perhaps you'll never
know
The love that's bur-ied in my heart for you
The rose-bud that you
gave me, I will car-ry to the grave
An em-blem of a love that was un-true;
Per-haps some day you'll sigh, And think of days gone by
The days when
'neath the old oak tree we met
The mem-'ry of the love, Li-ke sun-shine from
a-bove
Will haunt you tho' you ask me to for-get.
1903
M: T. Mayo Geary, w: Harry J.
Breen.
EV’RY MORN I BRING HER CHICKEN
that at daybreak I have
stole
then at eve I bring her parsley
& at night they're cooked
&cold
on the table we have violets
just to make things sweet oh
o,
those flowers, they are so fragrant
but the chicken's there to eat.
A coon who was a waiter in a swell hotel uptown
Got a job one
night at a banquet, for to pass the things around
Some high class artists
were engaged, to help the thing along
And this coon paid strict attention
when he heard a certain song.
Some fellow sung of Violets he brought his
girl, each night
This coon kept on a humming it, till he thought he had it
right
He said "The muic's pretty but the words will never do,"
So he
wrote these lines to it himself, and he sang when he got through,
This
coon said "That's the kind of words, just suited to this song,"
For when you
go to see your gal bring some thing good along
There's no use to look for
"Violets" before the break of day
Especially if there's chicken in a hen coop
on the way.
If you must gather flowers, why gather some green peas
Or
bring some sweet potatoes, it will make her feel at ease
You needn't roam at
daylight for your Violets pure and sweet
If you've got a dime just buy them
from a pedler on the street.
1903
M: Victor
Herbert, w: Glenn MacDonough.
1903
George
M. Cohan.
1903
M:
H. Engelmann, w: Richard C. Dillmore.
dolly DOLLY VARDEN I love you
dolly
DOLLY VARDEN to you I will be true
dolly DOLLY VARDEN you're true to me I
know
& that is why I love my DOLLY VARDEN so.
of all the girls
in this fair land
there's none so sweet to me
as one who is my princess
grand
though not of high degree
her heart's as true as she is kind
the
sun shine in her face
portrays a pure and noble mind
that any eye can
trace.
Now ever since that she and I
were little girl and boy
she's
been the apple of my eye
my fond heart's only joy
I've lived for her, and
her a lone
this darling of my heart
& when I claim her as my own
I
know we'll never part.
1903
Dan
Leno.
young men taken in & done for
oh I never thought that she
the
girl I left my happy home for
would have taken in & done for me.
As
smart a man as ever lived was I when in my prime,
Until I met Miss Lucy
Jaggs, she knocked me out of time.
I called there for apartments, for I'd
noticed once or twice,
A card stuck in the window, and on it this
device:
Being a lonely single man, I wanted lodgings bad,
So Lucy
Jaggs's mother then soon showed me what she had.
I'd not stayed there above a
week when Lucy came to me
And fondly kissed me on my cheek, then sat me on
her knee.
Of course, just like a stupid, I must go and tie the knot
That
brings us bliss and happiness-but that's all tommy rot.
I don't believe my
wife loves me, it's the truth I'm telling you.
A wife can't love her husband
much if she beats him black and
blue.
1903
Mills/Castling
just
watch the ivy on that old garden wall
clinging so tightly what e'er may
befall;
as you grow older I'll be constant & true,
and just like the
ivy I'll cling to
you.
1903
Sung
by Mr. Pottipher, shepherd, at Ingrave, near Brentwood, Essex, Dec. 3rd,
1903.
thru bushes & briars
I've lately made my way
all for to hear
the small birds sing
& the lambs to skip & play
all for to
hear the small bird sings
and the lambs to skip and play.
I
overheard my own true love
her voice it was so clear
long time have I been
waiting for
the coming of my dear
long time have I been waiting for
the
coming of my dear.
sometimes I am weary
& troubled in my
mind
sometimes I think I'll go to him
& tell to him my
mind.
but if I should go to my love
my love he would say nay
if I
showed to him my boldness
he'd ne'er love me again
if I showed to him my
boldness
he’d ne’er love me again
1903
Noted by
Cecil Sharp from John England, in Hambridge, Somerset, in 1903. "Sharp was
sitting in the vicarage garden talking to Charles Marson, when he heard John
England quietly singing to himself as he mowed the vicarage lawn. Cecil Sharp
whipped out his notebook and took down the tune; and then persuaded John to give
him the words. He immediately harmonised the song; and that same evening it was
sung at a choir supper by Mattie Kay, Cecil Sharp accompanying. The audience was
delighted; as one said, it was the first time that the song had been put into
evening dress." The song has been widespread in England in various forms and
under many different names, also turning up in the USA and Scotland. William
Chappell (Popular Music of the Olden Time, 1859), names it, along with Cupid's
Garden and Early One Morning, as "one of the three most popular songs among the
servant-maids of the present generation", and mentions its appearance on the
London stage, sung by Mrs. Honey, in a play entitled The Loan of a Lover. He
also quotes a passage from Whittaker's History of the Parish of Whalley (1801)
which ascribes the lyric to a Mrs. Fleetwood Habergham, of Habergham Hall,
Lancashire, who is supposed to have written the song to console herself when, in
1689, her husband's extravagances finally led to the loss of the family's
estates. This apocryphal story is not generally taken too seriously nowadays.
There are two broadside examples at Bodleian Library Broadside Ballads, the more
legible being Harding B 11(1657): I sowed the seeds of love Printed between 1819
and 1844 by J. Pitts, wholesale Toy and Marble warehouse, 6, Gt. St. Andrew
Street, Seven Dials [London]. In his Additions and Corrections to vol.V of the
English and Scottish Popular Ballads, Child quotes material supplementary to
no.219, The Gardener, which Baring Gould had sent him; two Scottish texts of
Braw Sailing, and Dead Maid's Land from Devon, all of which overlap to some
degree with both song-groups; Steve Roud's Folk Song Index assigns them to the
Seeds of Love group rather than to Child 219 (Roud 339); which would presumably
be current consensus. Ewan MacColl (Travellers' Songs from England and Scotland,
R & K P, 1977) suggests that the Seeds of Love/ Sprig of Thyme group is a
worn-down lyric descendant of the ballad, which he considers to be Scottish in
origin. This does not seem to be an opinion generally held.
I sowed the seeds
of love
and I sowed them in the Spring.
I gathered them up in the morning
so soon
while the small birds do sweetly sing.
my
garden was planted well
with flowers everywhere,
but I had not the liberty
to choose for myself
of the flowers that I love so dear.
the gardener
was standing by
& I asked him to choose for me.
he choosed for me the
violet the lily and the pink,
but those I refused all three.
the
violet I did not like
because it bloomed so soon.
the lily & the pink
I really overthink;
so I vowed that I'd stay till June.
In June there
was red rose-bud
and that's the flower for me
I oftentimes have plucked
that red rose-bud
Till I gained the willow tree.
The willow tree will
twist
and the willow tree will twine.
I have oftentimes wished I was in
that young man's arms
that once had the heart of mine.
Come all you
false young men,
do not leave me here to complain,
For the grass that have
been oftentimes trampled underfoot,
Give it time it will rise up again.
1903
"El Choclo" ("The Corn Cob") by Ángel Villoldo --
premiered in Buenos Aires in 1903 at"El Americano" on 966 Cangallo Street by
the orchestra led by Jose Luis Roncallo.
I touch your lips & all at once
the sparks go flying
those devil lips that know so well the art of
lying
& tho’ I see the danger still the flame grows higher
I know I
must surrender to your KISS OF FIRE
just like a torch you set the soul within
me burning
I must go on I'm on this road of no returning
& tho’ it
burns me & it turns me into ashes
my whole world crashes without your
KISS OF FIRE
I can't resist you, what good is there in trying?
What
good is there denying you're all that I desire?
Since first I kissed you my
heart was yours completely
If I'm a slave, then it's a slave I want to
be
Don't pity me, don't pity me
Give me your lips, the lips you only
let me borrow
Love me tonight and let the devil take tomorrow
I know that
I must have your kiss although it dooms me
Though it consumes me, your kiss
of fire,
1909
Irving Berlin, “The Operatic Waiter”.
1909
Gus Edwards
I can
sing just like Tetrazzini
if you will just give me one chance
I sing Verdi
just like a birdie
I put them all in a trance
so won’t you please Mister
Hammerstein
let me sing Puceen for the mob
then I’ll sing for you till
next summer
for I’M AFTER MADAME TETRAZZINI’S JOB
1909
My
Sist’Tetrazin
1909
Thomas
Allen. Strawberries. Here comes the Strawberry man. Pietro Mascagni as
character.
1904
Laura Lemon/Wilfrid
Mills. Boosey. The lyrics are in English with mild concessions to Scottish
dialect and express an emigrant's longing for the home country.
& it's oh but I'm longing for MY AIN FOLK
tho' they be but
lowly puir & plain folk
I am far beyond the sea
but my heart will
ever be
at hame in dear auld Scotland wi' MY AIN FOLK.
Far
frae my hame I wander;
But still my thoughts return
To my ain folk o'er
yonder,
In the sheiling by the burn.
I see the cosy ingle,
And the mist
abune the brae:
And joy and sadness mingle,
As I list some auld-warld
lay.
0' their absent ane they're telling
The auld folk by the
fire:
And I mark the swift tears welling
As the ruddy flame leaps
high'r.
How the mither wad caress me
Were I but by her side:
Now she
prays that Heav'n will bless me,
Tho' the stormy seas divide.
A
bonnie lassie's greetin'
Tho' she tries tae stay the tears
And sweet will
be our meeting
After many weary years
So my fond arm shall enfold
ye
As I called ye here for mine
Still abides the call I told ye
In the
days of auld lang syne
1904
M: Alfred Solman, w:
Monroe H. Rosenfeld.
my hands are not as clean as yours
&
neither is my face
but one who earns his living, Ma'am
regards that no
disgrace
for clean hands oft, hold tainted gold
you know the kind I
mean
& tho' my hands are stained with toil
the money they earn is
clean.
'Twas six o'clock one ev'ning,
as the
fact'ry whistles blew,
The merry girls and working lads
with daily toil
were through;
And as a woman richly clad,
pass'd by to cross the
street,
One of the workman's grimy hands
her garments chanced to
meet;
She quickly turn'd and cried: "You wretch!
Your hands have spoiled
my dress!"
"I beg your pardon," said the man
quite humbly in distress:
"I'd tell your foreman," she exclaim'd:
"if I but knew your name!"
He doffed his hat and answer'd this,
as close to her he came:
A
crowd soon gather'd 'round the scene,
as both stood proudly there,
The
lab'ring man with folded arms,
the woman in despair;
"I did not mean to
grieve you,
Ma'am!" he said in accents soft:
"But 'tis the truth I've
spoken
and I'm sure you've heard it oft.
It is not gold that makes us
rich,
But how it has been earn'd:
That is a maxim of the heart,
at
mother's knee I learn'd."
The woman's tears began to flow:
"Here take
this gift!" she cried:
"I cannot take what I've not earn'd,"
he said
with manly pride:
1904
KISS ME GOODBYE
SWEETHEART
give me one smile love ere we part
there mid the battle I'll
dream of you
hearts that are bravest are tender too
duty but calls me
bids me go
love helps the soldier face the foe
her voice he hears, her
spirit cheers
KISS ME GOODBYE SWEETHEART
sweet heart the
bu-gles are call-ing
call-ing me to the fray
tho' my eyes are dry, Tho'
you hear no sigh
I'll not for-get you when I'm far a-way
Hearts that are
brave are true-est
A sol-dier must not cry
He must hide his tears, He must
calm his fears
Tho' his heart be break-ing when he says good-bye
Sweet-heart the sol-diers are com-ing
Ban-ners are fly-ing
gay
Sweet-heart do not pine, For one you called mine
We left him sleep-ing
near Ma-nill-a Bay
Take to her lad, this tok-en
This fad-ed coat will
tell How I died, he said
Then he drooped his head
And he soft-ly
whis-pered these words as he fell.
1904
George M.
Cohan.
1904
"La
Mattinata" m. Ruggiero Leoncavallo
l'aurora di bianco vestita
già l'uscio
dischiude al gran sol
di già con le rosee sue dita
carezza de' fiori lo
stuol
commosso da un fremito arcano
intorno il creato già par
e tu non
ti desti, ed invano
mi sto qui dolente a cantar
metti anche tu la veste
bianca
e schiudi l'uscio al tuo cantor
ove non sei la luce manca
ove tu
sei nasce l'amor
ove non sei la luce manca
ove tu sei nasce
l'amor.
1904
Dix-Barron
Trumpeter what are you sounding now
is
it the call I'm seeking
you'll know the call said the Trumpeter tall
when
my trumpet goes a-speakin'.
I'm rousin' 'em up;
I'm wakin' 'em up,
the
tents are astir in the valley,
& there's no more sleep with the sun's
first peep,
for I'm soundin' the old reveille
Trumpeter, what
are you sounding now?
(Is it the call I'm seeking?)
"Can't mistake the
call," said the Trumpeter tall,
"When my trumpet goes a-speakin'.
I'm
urgin' 'em on,
They're scamperin' on,
There's a drummin' of hoofs like
thunder.
There's a madd'nin' shout as the sabres flash out,
For I'm
sounding the 'Charge' no wonder."
Trumpeter, what are you sounding
now?
(Is it the call I'm seeking?)
"Lucky for you if you hear it at
all
For my trumpet's but faint in speakin',
I'm callin' 'em home! Come
home! Come home!
Tread light o'er the dead in the valley,
Who are lyin'
around face down to the ground,
And they can't hear me sound the
'Rally'.
But they'll hear it again in a grand refrain,
When Gabriel sounds
the last 'Rally'."
1904
LA FANCIULLA
DELLA CAMPAGNA. Teatro Daly, Londra. C. Hayden Coffin.
RITORNELLO
♂: Chick chick chick chick
won't you
marry me chick
be my little wife said he
chick-chick-chick-chick
♀: you're a very free chick
wait a little
bit said she
♂: give me one kiss said the little he-chick
what is
more he kissed her too
♀: Let me be chick said the she-chick
cock-a-doodle that'll doodle-do.
I) ♂: Two little
chicks lived in a farmyard happy as chicks can be-a
♀: --- she was a Dorking
proudly stalking, only a bantam he.—a
♂: --- he was a most superior bantam
and he adored her true---b
♀: --- but she was proud –c --------and cried out
aloud---- c now what in the world are you------b
II) ♀:
Those little chicks went up to London off to the Smithfield show-----a
she
very gaily, boasted daily, I'll get a prize you know--------a
to her
amazement, bold little bantam he carried off first prize-----b
♂: What
carries weight---c ----I beg to state-------------c is plenty of blood, not
size--------b
III) ♂: Both little chicks came back from
London back to their home once more-a he cock-a-hoopy she rather croupy felt
very sick and sore-------------b But little bantam was so forgiving,
♀:
Offered his claw again --- both in the church ---- soon took their perch then
off to the South by train-----
1904
O dolce notte
quante stele
Non la vidi mai si belle.
1904
Madden/Morse.
goodbye my BLUE BELL
farewell to you.
one last fond look into your eyes so blue
’mid camp
fires gleaming
’mid shot & shell
I will be dreaming
of my own BLUE
BELL
Blue Bell the dawn is waking
sweetheart you must not
sigh
Blue Bell my heart is breaking
I've come to say goodbye
hear how
the bugle's calling
calling to each brave heart
sweetheart your tears are
falling,
Blue Bell we two must part.
Blue Bell they are
returning,
each greets a sweetheart true,
Blue Bell your heart is
yearning,
never a one greets you,
Sadly they tell the story
tell how he
fought & fell
no tho't of fame or glory
only of his Blue
Bell.
1905
Charles Daniels/James O’Dea.
Niccolini
Good-a-by Jock I kiss you de farewell
Instead of us going to
play
Cavalier Rusticana I sell the banana
1905
M:
H. Engelmann, w: Harry M. Kramer.
EVERY CLOUD HAS SILVER LINING
just
the same way as in life
tell me, dear, why are you pining
joy will always
follow strife
when gray, with our days declining
we will never know of
gloom
EVERY CLOUD HAS SILVER LINING
with old love our hearts will
bloom.
'Neath an old elm tree sat a maiden fair
The one she loved
best by her side
With hearts light and free, they knew of no care
Nor
thinking whate'er might betide.
Of love they spoke, till the stars filled the
sky
Then glancing to heav'n she sighed
What is behind the clouds that roll
by
Then softly her sweetheart replied
'Neath the same elm tree many
years have passed
Sit a couple now old and gray
Speaking of love, to his
bosom, he clasped
His sweetheart, s in youthful days.
All seem the same,
the skies, birds and true love
When we were here long, long ago
You asked
of the clouds that roll above
I told you in words sweet and low.
1905
M: Joseph Nathan, w: Douglass
Overin.
QUEEN OF MY DREAMS
return as sunshine after rain
to blend our
hearts belov'd
in harmony again
then let the warm love light
within
your dark eyes burn
& to my arms my own
QUEEN OF MY DREAMS return
How of-ten, in my dream-y rev-er-ies
my thoughts turn to the
hap-py past
& I re-call, with sad-dest mem-o-ries
the by-gone days too
sweet to last
tho'- 'round me now the cloud of sor-row lies
thro'
dark-ness seems to gleam a-light
can it then be the love-light in your
eyes
re-turned to make my fu-ture bright?
Our past, love, has been like
the flow-ers fair
That basked be-neath the sun-shine's ray
Now, from the
cold of win-try, aut-umn air
Lies with-ered on the ground to-day.
But-
tho' the flow-er dies, the seed still lives
As does our love, now like a
dream
& as the seed once more a flow-er gives
So from love's seed
sweet joy will
stream.
1905
Otto Bonnell.
Turkey in the straw: a rag time fantasie – no lyrics.
1905
Victor
Herbert/Harry B. Smith, A Woman Is Only A Woman But A Good Cigar Is A Smoke.
1905
M: Harry von Tilzer, w: Andrew B.
Sterling.
1905
M:
W. T. Francis, w: Sidney Rosenfeld.
FRIENDS THAT ARE GOOD &
TRUE
each of us finds but few
you nev- er can tell can
you
what friends will do for you?
choose them with pro per
care
real friends are scarce and rare
happy indeed is he
who can claim
two or three
from the day when first we start
each In life to play
his part
till we reach that perfect peace
where all care and toil shall
cease
fate can noth- ing bet- ter send
than a true and loy- al
friend
friend in word in thought and deed
rea- dy in hours of
need,
I've a friend who deals in blocks
Of those rich- es known as
stocks
He to me said don't delay
Pur- chase "liquid air" to- day,
For
my tip is straight and pat
Place a mort- gage on your flat
Pawn the very
shoes you wear
Put all in "Ii- quid air,"
Friends that are good and
true
Each of us finds but few
You nev- er can tell can you
What friends
will do for you?
I did as I was told
Lost all my hard earned
gold,
"Liq- uid air" took a drop
Hot air was all I got.
John- ny asked
his friend to meet
His fian- ce so true and sweet
Took them out with him
to dine
Or- dered costly vin tage wine,
How he glowed in lov- ing
pride
When his friend in en- vy cried
"Say, but you're a luck- y
boy
She is a dream of joy!"
Friends that are
good and true
Each of us finds but few
Read- y what- e're betide you
Standing close by your side.The day that he was to wed
John got a note
that read
I've been just mar ried to
Your friend so good and true.
1905
Egbert Van Alstyne/Harry H. Williams.
IN
THE SHADE
OF THE OLD APPLE TREE
where the love in your eyes
I could
see
when the voice that I heard
like the song of the bird
seem'd to
whisper sweet music
to me
I could hear
the dull buzz of the bee
in
the blossoms
as you said to me
with a heart that is true
I'll be
waiting for you
IN THE SHADE
OF THE OLD APPLE
TREE.
The oriole with joy was sweetly singing
The
little brook was babbling it's tune
The village bells at noon were gaily
ringing
The world seem'd brighter than a harvest moon
For there within my
arms I gently pressed you
And blushing red, you slowly turned away
I can't
forget the way I once caressed you
I only pray we'll meet another day
I've
really come a long way from the city
And though my heart's breaking I'll be
brave
I've brought this bunch of flowr's, I think they're pretty
To place
upon a freshly moulded grave
If you will show me, Father, where she's
lying
Or if it's far, just point it out to me
Said he, "She told us all
when she was dying
To bury her beneath the apple
tree"
1905
Weatherly.
come come come to me
Thora
come once again & be
child of my dream light of my
life
angel of love to me
speak speak speak to me Thora
speak from
your Heav'n to me
child of my dream, love of my life
hope of my world to
be
I stand in a land of roses
but I dream of a land
of snow
where you and 1 were happy
in the years of long
ago
nightingales in the branches
stars in the magic skies
but I only
hear you singing
I only see your eyes
I stand again in the north
land
but in silence and in shame
your grave is my only landmark
and men
have forgotten my name
'tis a tale that is truer and older
than any the
sagas tell
I lov'd you in life too little
I love you in death too well.
1905
Recorded in April 1905 from Joseph Taylor shortly after
a music festival in Brigg, North Lincolnshire. Arr. Grainger.
it was on the
fifth of August-er
the weather fine & fair
unto Brigg Fair I did
repair
for love I was inclined.
I rose up
with the lark
in the morning
with my heart so full of glee,
of thinking there
to
meet my dear
long time I'd wished to see.
I took hold
of her
lily-white hand
o and merrily was her heart
& now we're met
together
I hope we ne'er shall part.
for it's meeting is a pleasure
& parting is a grief,
but an unconstant lover
is worse than any
thief.
the green leaves they shall wither
and the
branches they shall die
if ever I prove false to her
to the girl that
loves me.
1905
come come
come & make eyes at me
DOWN AT
THE OLD BULL & BUSH
come come
drink some port wine with me
DOWN
AT THE OLD BULL & BUSH
hear the little German
band
da-da-da-da-da-da-da
just let me hold your hand -- dear
do do come
& have a drink or two
DOWN AT THE OLD BULL & BUSH.
Come, come,
come and make eyes with me Under the Anheuser bush Come, come drink some
"Budweis" with me Under the Anheuser bush Hear the old German band...Just let me
hold your hand - ja-a! Do, do come and have a stein or two Under the Anheuser
bush
1906
Paul Rubens.
ah ma chèrie ah ma chèrie
I worship
you just madly
you treat me very badly
ma chèrie
for I love you but
you don't care for me
you break my heart completely
ma
chèrie
I love you,Ma Chèrie,Whenever you I see
It seems like
Heaven,I hate you Ma Chèrie
For you, it seems to me,Love six or
seven:
Will not you ever try To love me bye and bye
Just for a minute?
Whate'er you ask
I'll do,For just one kiss from you
If I could win
it.
Give me your love Chèrie
Without it I shall br Contented never,
If
you can't spare it all
Give me a portion small
I'll keep it ever.
And
p'raps some day at last
If I should hold it fast And never lose it
I'll
ask you for the "lot," You'll give it will you not
You can't refuse
it.
1906
Charles K. Harris.
& A LITTLE
CHILD SHALL LEAD THEM
lead them gently on their way
& a little child
shall teach them
how to love more dearly ev'ry day
& she'll bring them
close together
so they'll ever care to stay
she's an angel sent from
Heaven
& will lead them gently on their way.
Mother dear, I want my Papa,
Why did you send him
away?
For you know I love him dearly
And I want him to come home and
stay;
You must not be angry with him Mamma
Ev'ry night I long for him and
pray,
He'll come if he knows we're lonely
Surely come and kiss your tears
away.
Just outside a little cottage
Stands the Father all
alone,
He has heard his baby pleading
For her darling Papa to come
home;
Softly, gently he calls "Come my Angel,"
With a sob he folds her to
his breast,
I will love your Mamma always
Little golden heart, be now at
rest.
1906
W. R. Williams.
WOULD YOU CARE
IF WE PARTED
after all these happy years
would you then be broken
hearted
would it cause you sighs d tears
do you think that you would miss
me
would you grieve if we should part
what if some one else should kiss
me
tell me would you care, sweetheart?
A question I
would ask you dear,
That ofttimes lingers in my heart,
What would you say
if fate decreed,
That after all we two must part?
Or if another's unkind
words,
Should chance to break love's magic spell,
Would you regret our
last goodbye,
Or would you say 'tis just s well?
For years our hearts
have beat as one,
A long daydream has been the past,
At times,
sweetheart,I ask myself,
If untold happiness can last?
And yet tomorrow
all may change,
And fondest hopes may be in vain;
If we should part
tonight, dear heart,
Oh! would you wish me back again?
1906
M: A. L. McDermott, w: J. Johns.
IF I ONLY HAD A HOME SWEET HOME
some one to care for me
like all the
oth-er boys and girls
how hap-py I would be
a kind pa-pa and a ma-ma dear
to call me all their own
this world would be all sun-shine
IF I HAD A
HOME SWEET HOME.
'Twas a par-ty for the lit-tle
ones
And ere they all-could go
They sang the song of "Home, Sweet
Home"
The one we all love so.
With-out, a rag-ged child looked on
His
heart so lone and sad
He nev-er had a home, sweet home,
Mid sobs and
tears he said
The lit-tle ones now home-ward bound,
So hap-py and so
free
The rag-ged child still wan-ders 'round
No home, sweet home has he;
No co-zy lit-tle bed for him,
The cold, cold ground in-stead
And as he
lays him down to sleep
So mourn-ful-ly he said:
.
1906
M: J. Fred Helf, w: C. M. Dennison
WHEN THE
WHIPPORSWILL SINGS MARGUERITE
& forgetmenots bloom at your feet
you
may know though you yearn
that to you I'll return
love's old story again
to repeat
so be true little girl I entreat
till the time when again we
shall meet
let love's star brightly shine,
I'll return sweetheart
mine
WHEN THE WHIPPORSWILL SINGS MARGUERITE
.
The whippoorwill
at twilight's glow was singing
The cricket chirp'd it's "Goodnight"
lullaby
The dear old village bells were sweetly ringing
As you held me in
your arms and said, "Goodbye;"
You told me of a love that naught could
sever
Of happy days when you and I should wed
You kissed my lips to part
perhaps forever
Then held my hand a moment while you said:
For weary days
I've waited your returning
I've longed to see your dear face once
again
The whippoorwill is singing,I am yearning
For my longing and my
waiting was in vain;
'Neath dear old southern skies tonight you're
sleeping
The Swanee river flows upon its way
For old time's sake your love
I still am keeping
At twilight's glow, I seem to hear you
say:
1906
M: Joe Nathan, w: Maurice Stonehill
I'm no gaily
feathered nightingale
that can charm you with his song
I'm no silver
tongue canary
that can sing the whole day long
but the love of which I
sing to you
is a love without a flaw
tho' the burden of my ditty's
only
CAW CAW CAW
Sang Billy crow, in the early morn
Caw, Caw,
Caw
To Missie crow on a stack of corn
Caw, Caw, Caw!
But Miss crow's
reply was a deep, sad sigh
As she said, "I've had enough
No flutt'ring
maid likes a serenade
Sung in tones so harsh and rough;
But the frown that
she wore
disappeared once more
When Billy to her softly said:
"True,
said Miss crow, there are birds I know
Caw, Caw, Caw
Whose piercing notes
have a warming glow
Caw, Caw, Caw!
But the song you sing has the proper
ring
Tho' you have no songbird's art
I must confess that it does
impress
For it comes straight from the heart,
I don't mind telling you."
Billy took his cue
For he sang his song once again:
1906
M: Samuel Lehman, w: Lloyd Barrett.
WHEN CUPID
COMES A-TAPPING a rapping at your heart
a very queer sensation will make you
start
your thoughts are so confusing you don't know what to do
then I'm
afraid that he has played a little trick on you
"Pretty maiden,
have you heard of Cupid?
Quite a winsome tricky sprite is he
I only hope
that you won't think me stupid
I have never heard of him, you see.
You
dont know about his bow and arrow
And If he should steal you up on you
silently
You'll really must confess
That I cannot answer, 'Yes,'
I am
just as simple as can be!'
Let us try and see if we can find
him
I won't be a- fraid while you are near
Then, dearie, I had better hold
you closer
And whisper those sweet words he loves to hear.
Do you think
that Cupid would
surely understand
If you let me hold your hand,
1906
"When Tommy Atkins Marries Dolly Gray" w.
Will D. Cobb m. Gus
Edwards
1906
Henry
E. Pether/Fred W. Leigh
there was I WAITING AT THE CHURCH
WAITING AT THE CHURCH
WAITING AT THE CHURC
when I found he'd left me
in the lurch
lor how it did upset me
all at once he sent me round a
note
here's the very note
this is what he wrote
can't get away to marry
you today
my wife won't let me.
I'm in a nice
bit of trouble, I confess;
Somebody with me has had a game.
I should by
now be a proud and happy bride,
But I've still got to keep my single
name.
I was proposed to by Obadiah Binks
In a very gentlemanly
way;
Lent him all my money
So that he could buy a home,
And punctually
at twelve o'clock to-day-
Lor, what a fuss Obadiah made of me
When he
used to take me in the park!
He used to squeeze me till I was black and
blue,
When he kissed me he used to leave a mark.
Each time he met me he
treated me to port,
Took me now and then to see the play;
Understand me
rightly,
When I say he treated me,
It wasn't him but me that used to
pay.
Just think how disappointed I must feel,
I'll be off me crumpet
very soon.
I've lost my husband - the one I never had!
And I dreamed so
about the honeymoon.
I'm looking out for another Obadiah,
I've already
bought the wedding ring,
There's all my little fal-the-riddles
Packed up
in my box
Yes, absolutely two of
ev'rythin
1906
Lehar/Fontana La vedova allegra
tace il labbro
t’amo dice il violin
le sue note
dicon
tutte mai d’amar
dell’amor la stretta
chiaro dice a me
si e ver tu
m’ami si
tu m’ami e ver.
tho I say not
what I may not
let you know
yet the swaying
dance is saying
love me dear
ev’ry touch of
fingers
tells me what I know
says for you
it’s true
it’s true
you
love me so.
& to the music’s chime
my heart is
beating time
as if to give a sign
that it would say
be mine be
mine
tho’ your lips may say no word
yet in the heart a voice is
heard
you cannot choose but know
I love you
so.
1906
Lionel Monckton, “Our Miss Gibbs: a musical comedy”.
Londra. With Gertie Millar.
I'm such a silly when the moon comes
out
I hardly seem to know what I'm about
skipping, hopping
never never
stopping
I can't keep still altho’ I try
I'm all a-quiver when the
moonbeams glance
that is the moment when I long to dance
I can never
close a sleepy eye
when the moon comes creeping up the
sky.
\
1907
Will R. Anderson.
some one
to love and cheer you
sometimes when things go wrong
some one to snuggle
near you
some one to share your song
some one to call you sweet
heart
after the day is done
some one to kiss you
some one to miss
you
JUST SOME ONE
When you're happy and
contented,
And your sky is clear and blue,
It's kind of nice to know
there's some one,
Glad to share it all with you.
But when the little
troubles gather,
And your sky's no longer fair,
It's kind of nice to know
there's some one,
Some one who is sure to care.
When perhaps some duty
takes you,
On a journey far away,
It's kind of nice to know there's some
one,
Thinking of you ev'ry day.
And when the call of duty's
answered,
And you're speeding homeward too,
It's kind of nice to know
there's some one,
Waiting there to welcome you.
1907
I want a girl just like the girl that
married dear old dad.
1907
M: Alfred Solman, w:
Arthur J. Lamb
Won't you come and splash me, splash me
in the ocean
blue
this is not the place to mash me, mash me
but we oughtter get into
the water
then when Percy said Oh
Lou is that the thing to do
She said,
"Come along and splash me
And I'll splash you!"
Percy
walking on the beach,
Met a girl who was a peach;
He said, "Why, how de
do?"
She said, "The same to you, my name is Lou!"
Thought she did not
care to talk,
Would not even take a walk;
Said, "Perhaps you'll think me
rash,
When I say I love to splash!"
In the water full of vim,
He
splashed her and she splashed him,
And when a breaker came,
He'd splash
some other girl, 'twas all the same.
So each day in ocean blue,
Percy
tells his love to Lou,
Does not have to spend much cash,
All that Lulu
wants is "Splash!"
1907
Chris Smith. Sunlight
on the waterfall. No lyric.
1907
M:
J. Fred Helf, w: Bartley Costello.
WHEN THE BLUEBIRDS NEST AGAIN
SWEET
NELLIE GRAY
when the flowers come to welcome you in May
I'll be sitting
by the river
longing for that happy day
WHEN THE BLUEBIRDS NEST AGAIN
SWEET NELLIE GRAY.
Don't be weary little dearie,
just be cheery
I'm not going very very far away
Don't be crying don't be
sighing, I'll be trying
To return and claim your hand sweet Nellie
Gray,
All the whole wide world for me just turns around you
It would break
my heart to come back all in vain
For I've loved you ever since the day I
found you
Meet me here dear, when the bluebirds nest again.
Summer's dying
leaves are flying, Autumn's sighing
Empty are the nests, the birds have flown
away
Hearts are aching hearts are breaking, hearts forsaking
But my love
will last forever Nellie Gray.
Darling Nellie you don't know how much I miss
you
Ev'ry day I wait your coming down the lane
Once again to hold you in
my arms and kiss you
I'll be waiting, when the bluebirds nest again.
1907
M: Alfred Solman, w: Arthur J. Lamb.
nearer my god
to thee
I heard the old choir sing
hosanna in the highest
the sacred
echoes ring
holy holy holy hear
the strains rise higher
rock of ages
cleft for me were
THE HYMNS OF THE OLD CHURCH CHOIR.
The sunset
light was fading
As by an old church door
I pondered on he dear old
hymns,
I'd heard in days of yore;
Like angel voices whisp'ring
In
twilight shadows dim
The old church choir sung sweetly,
Full many a long
loved hymn.
In fancy here with mother
In days of long ago
We listen to
the old church hymns
In twilight's after glow;
The shadows, softly
falling
Have brought a solemn spell
Again we hear in silence
The hymns
she loved so well.
1907
Gus Edwards/Will D. Cobb.
School days: when we were a couple of kids.
1907
M: M.
Nicholson, w: Irving Berlin.
my sweet MARIE FROM SUNNY ITALY
oh how
I do love you
say that you'll love me love me too
forever more I will be
true
just say the word & I will marry you
& then you'll sure-ly
be
my sweet MARIE FROM SUNNY ITALY
Oh, Ma-rie, 'neath the
win-dow I'm wait-ing
Oh, Ma-rie please don't be so ag-ra-va-ting
Can't
you see my heart just yearns for you, dear
With fond af-fec-tion, And love
that's true, dear?
Meet me while the Sum-mer moon is beam-ing
For you and
me the lit-tle stars are gleam-ing
Please come out to-night my queen
Can't
you hear my man-do-lin?
Oh, Ma-rie, I've been wait-ing so pa-tient-ly
Oh,
Ma-rie, please come out and I shall hap-py be
Raise your win-dow, love, and
say you're com-ing
The lit-tle birds, dear, Are sweet-ly hum-ming;
Don't
say "No," my sweet I-tal-ian Beau-ty
There's not an-oth-er maid-en e'er could
suit me
Come out, love, don't be a-fraid
Lis-ten to my
se-re-nade,
1907
SHE’S A LASSIE FROM LANCASHIRE
just a
lassie from Lancashire
she's the lassie that I love dear oh so dear
tho’
she dresses in clogs and shawl
she's the prettiest of them all
none could
be fairer
or rarer than Sarah
my lass from Lancashire.
From a dear
little Lancashire town
A boy had sail'd, away.
Across the briny
spray.
To toil in U. S. A.
When American girls gather'd round
And
sought his company.
He'd say: "There's only one girl for
me."
Night and day of his lassie he'd dream,
And under love's
sweet spell.
He'd hear the factory bell.
The sound he knew so
well.
Home from work they would walk once again,
And thought in
reverie.
He'd say: "There's only one girl for me."
Day by day he kept
plodding away,
And to his task he stuck.
Till by a stroke of luck.
A
paying vein he struck.
As he wrote her to tell her that he
Would shortly
cross the sea.
He'd say: "There's only one girl for
me
1907
Lyrics to the music The Teddy Bears' Picnic written
by 1932 by Jimmy Kennedy of Ireland Music - The Teddy Bears’ Picnic written by
John Walter Bratton of the USA
if you go down to the woods
today
you're sure of a big surprise
If you go down to the woods
today
You'd better go in disguise.
For every bear that ever there
was
Will gather there for certain because
Today's the day the Teddy Bears
have their picnic.
every Teddy Bear who's been good
is sure of a treat
today.
there's lots of marvelous things to eat
& wonderful games to
play.
Beneath the trees where nobody sees
They'll hide &seek as long
as they please
'cause that's the way the Teddy Bears have their picnic.
If
you go down to the woods today
You'd better not go alone
It's lovely down
in the woods today
But safer to stay at home.
For every bear that ever
there was
Will gather there for certain because
Today's the day the Teddy
Bears have their picnic.
Picnic time for Teddy Bears
the little Teddy
Bears are having a lovely time today
Watch them, catch them unawares
&
see them picnic on their holiday.
See them gaily gad about
They love to
play & shout;
They never have any care;
At six o'clock their Mummies
& Daddies,
Will take them home to bed,
Because they're tired little
Teddy Bears.
1907
Paul A. Rubens, “Miss Hook of Holland: a musical
comedy”.
I’ve a little pink petty from Peter.
1907
First rec. by Mark
Sheridan in 1909. Adapted by Walton in “Façade”.
I DO LIKE TO BE BESIDE THE
SEASIDE
I do like to be beside the sea
I do like to stroll upon the prom
prom prom
where the brass bands play tiddely-om-pom-pom
so just let me be
beside the seaside
I'll be beside myself with glee
& there's lots of
girls beside
I should like to be beside beside the seaside beside the
sea
Everyone delights to spend their summer's holiday
Down
beside the side of the silvery sea
I'm no exception to the rule
In fact,
if I'd my way
I'd reside by the side of the silvery sea.
But when you're
just the common or garden Smith or Jones or Brown
At bus'ness up in
town
You've got to settle down.
You save your money all the year till
summer comes around
Then away you go
To a place you know
Where the
cockle shells are found.
William Sykes the burglar,
He'd been out to work
one night
Filled his bag with jewels, cash, and plate.
Constable Brown
felt quite surprised when William hove in sight
Said he: "The hours you're
keeping are far too late."
So he grabbed him by the collar and lodged him
safe and sound in jail
Next morning looking pale
Bill told a tearful
tale.
The judge said, "For a couple of months I'm sending you away!"
Said
Bill: "How kind!
Well! If you don't mind
Where I spend my
holiday!
1908
Italian Romeo.
1908
When Tetrazzini
sings.
1908
The
Tetrazzini Family, from the musical comedy: The boys and Betty.
1908
May Greene/W.
A. Lang
I WONDER WHY I LOVE YOU SO my dear
I wonder why you love me
too
I wonder why I never loved another girl as I love you
I wonder why I
love to have you near
& tell me things I long to know
when we are far
apart my own sweetheart
I wonder, wonder why I love you
so.
One summers night stars shining bright,
A blue eyed
girl was strolling with her beau,
He loves her so, as she well knows
From
pretty things he has so often told
The girlie sighs, with tearful
eyes,
As he draws her close to him and whispers May.
He then repeats those
words so sweet,
And once again she hears him say;
A year has passed, the
lad and lass,
Have parted but he meets her once again,
Love finds a way,
is what they say,
Tho' absence oft' has filled their hearts with pain,
A
happy pair, contented there,
For he knows his pleadings have not been in
vain.
I love you so he whispers low,
As she repeats that old refrain;
1908
Clare Kummer.
she's CHEATING
herself & she's CHEATING you
now isn't that wrong for a girl to do
we
little birds don't behave that way,
we kiss and make love in our trees all
day
& when she should fondly be greeting you
just look at the way she
is treating you
oof course she is sweet, but still we repeat
she's a cheat
cheat cheat.
A man and a maid, once met
in the shade
of an old oak tree,
In a charming green wood,
where true lovers should
very happy be.
He said: "Now we meet and kiss me my sweet!"
but the maid
did sigh, And hung down her head,
and all that she said, was "Good bye,
goodbye."
And he was as wretched as wretched could be,
'Till he heard
what a birdie said up in the tree,
Tho' reckless mayhap, this man
was a chap who could take advice,
Tho' the maid look'd askance,
he
just took a chance and the kiss was nice.
He said: "You're my own,
I love
you alone and you love me too,
I know for you see, some body told me,"
then she asked him "Who?"
And she was surprised as a maiden could
be,
When she heard what the birdie said up in in the tree,
1908
Harry von Tilzer/Jack Mahoney.
SUMMERTIME SUMMERTIME
we will be together
in sunny weather
down the
lane
once again
all the world in rhyme
SUMMERTIME SUMMERTIME
wedding
bells will chime
all will be sunny
peaches, cream and honey
in the
SUMMERTIME
Sweetheart,Sweetheart,
dry those eyes of blue,
I'll
come back to you,
With a heart so true,
Springtime's coming,
birds
will soon be huming
sweetest songs of love to you,
Dear heart, dear
heart,
Tell me why you sigh,
Parting time is nigh,
I must say
goodbye,
How I yearn and long for
my return to you my love,
with
heart so true.
Sweetheart, Sweetheart,
in the twilight
glow,
Where the roses grow,
I will whisper low,
Love's sweet story
told in all its glory
where the waters gently flow,
Dear heart, dear
heart,
'neath the moonlit sky,
We must say goodbye,
Night birds sing
on high,
In the trees, they sing
their melodies and seem to know
I
love you so.
1908
W. R. Williams.
for you know
EV'RYBODY’S HAPPY WHEN THE SUN SHINES
happy the whole day long
tho’
we get a little weary sometimes
let's jolly each other along
ev'rybody
wears a smile of welcome
happy with grand good times
ev'ryone's in clover
hearts are bubbling over
EV’RYBODY’S HAPPY WHEN THE SUN SHINES.
What's the use of sighing,
What's the use of
crying?
Don't you know that
all the clouds will soon roll by?
What
they hand you, take it,
life is what you make it,
Try to think that
ev'ry day'll be Sunday by and by.
Even though some things go
wrong,
Life to me is one grand song,
I'd like to live for ever and a
day.
Fate is always downing,
Ev'ry one who's frowning,
Why not
be the sunshine
in your own homestead?
Then they're glad to greet you,
others glad to meet you,
Don't forget that when we die
we are a long
time dead.
Only cranks complain and pout,
Wear a smile that won't wash
out,
For life's a mighty sweet thing after
all.
1908
M: Ernest R. Ball, w: Caro
Roma.
We never miss the
sunshine
untill the shadows fall
We n'er regret the bitter words
'till
passed beyond recall.
We never miss the laughter
until the eyes are
wet
We never miss the happiness
till loves bright sun has set.
We never
miss the singing,
untill the birds have flown
We never miss the
blossoms
until the spring has gone.
We never miss our joyousness
'till
sorrow bids us wake
We never know we have a heart,
'till it begins to
break.
Dear love bring back the sunshine
My bitter words forget
Bring
back the old time happiness,
my eyes with tears are wet
Bring back the
birds soft singing
Dear love why should we part
Bid spring time blossoms
bloom again
IN THE GARDEN OF MY HEART.
1908
Bert
Peters/Harold Atteridge.
It was "Morning,Cy! Howdy Cy!
Gosh darn,
Cyrus, but you're looking spry,
Right in line, all the time,
Jimminy
crickets but you're looking fine,
Morning,Cy! Howdy,Cy!"
Ev'ry rube
around the town would cry,
"Howdy do, Same to you,"
And when they aw him
coming, it was
"Morning, Cy!" It was "Morning, Cy! Howdy, Cy!
Gosh darn,
Cyrus but you're looking spry,
Right in line, All the time,
Jimminy
crickets, but you're looking fine.
Morning, Cy! Howdy, Cy!"
Ev'ry rube
around the town would cry,
"Howdy do, Same to you!"
And when they saw
him coming,
it was "Morning, Cy!
1908
Julian
Edwards/Chas. J. Campbell.
Love when I wake at morn & see the sun
I
think of thee I think of thee
Dear in the twilight soft when day is done
I
think of thee of thee
Sweet when the moon's asleep & all is still
In
darkest night thy spirit gently leads me on
until I find the light.
Love
light
LOVELIGHT BEAMING FROM YOUR EYES
Your lips! dear lips
Breath- ing
blissful sighs;
Sweet heart! your heart
Beat-ing fast to mine
Thy
love! My love
Dear- est, best, di-vine!
Tho' love may change and
you,
sometime, for-get,
I'd cling to thee, I'd cling to thee;
Tho'
we in aft-er years as stran-gers meet,
I'd cling to thee, to thee.
Tho'
hope were dead and gone,
I'd cling to thee
No time could blight
Fond
memories of love
and faith and you! and gold- en light.
Love light! love
light!
Beaming from your eyes
Your lips! dear lips!
Breathing
blissful sighs;
Ah!
Sweet heart! your heart,
Beating fast to
mine.
Thy love! my love! dearest best, divine.
1908
Genee
Waltzes. No
vocal.
1908
"Love
Is Like A Cigarette" w. Glen MacDonough m. Victor
Herbert
1908
w.
Edgar Selden m. Seymour Furth
1908
W: Harold Harford, M: Charles
Marshall.
I hear you calling me
you called me when the moon had
veiled her light
before I went from you into the night
I came do you
remember back to you
for one last kiss beneath the kind star’s
light
I hear you calling me
& oh the ringing gladness of
your voice
the words that made my longing heart rejoice
you spoke do you
remember & my heart
still hears the distant music of your voice
I
hear you calling me
Tho’ years have stretched their weary length
between
& on your grave the mossy grass is green
I stand do you behold
me listening here
hearing your voice thru all the years
between
1908
Gustav Holst. The
origin of the lyric is a poem by diplomat Cecil Spring-Rice which he wrote in
1908 whilst posted to the British Embassy in Stockholm. Then called Urbs Dei or
The Two Fatherlands, the poem described how a Christian owes his loyalties to
both his homeland and the heavenly kingdom.
I vow to thee my country
all earthly things above
entire & whole & perfect
the service
of my love
the love that asks no question
the love that stands the
test
that lays upon the altar
the dearest and the best
the love that
never falters, the love that pays the price
the love that makes undaunted
the final sacrifice.
I heard my country calling, away across the
sea
across the waste of waters she calls & calls to me.
Her sword is
girded at her side
her helmet on her head,
& round her feet are lying
the dying & the dead.
I hear the noise of battle
the thunder of
her guns
I haste to thee my mother
a son among thy sons.
&
there's another country
I've heard of long ago,
most dear to them that
love her, most great to them that know
we may not count her armies, we may
not see her king;
her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is
suffering
and soul by soul & silently
her shining bounds
increase,
& her ways are ways of gentleness
& all her paths are
peace.
1908
O o Antonio he's gone away
left me alone-ee-o
all on my own-ee-o
I want to meet him with his new sweetheart
then up will
go Antonio and his ice-cream cart
In quaint native dress an
Italian maid
Was seeping distress as the streets she strayed
Searching in
every part for her bold sweetheart
And his ice-cream cart
Her English was
bad
It cannot be denied
And so to herself
In Italian she
cried
So sad grew the plight of this fair young lass
She'd faint
at the sight of an ice-cream
She dreamed nigh every day he'd come back to
stay
Then he'd fade away.
Her old hurdy-gurdy
All day she'd
parade
And this she would sing,
Sweet tunes that it
played
1908
PANIZZA/Illica.
“AURORA”. Mariano, tenore (creato da Basi).
alta pel cielo un’aquila
guerriera
ardita s’erge in volo trionfale
ha un’ala azzurra del color del
mare
ha un’ala azzurra del color del cielo
così nell’alta aurora
irradiale
il rostro d’or punta di freccia appare
porpora il teso collo e
forma stelo
l’ali son drappo e l’aquila è bandiera
è la bandiera del paese
mio
nata dal sole e ce l’ha data iddio.
1908
Charles
Collins/Fred Godfrey.
he used to come & court his little Mary Anne
I
used to think that he was my young man
but mother caught his eye
&
they got married on the sly
NOW I HAVE TO CALL HIM
FATHER
I used to be as 'appy as the pigeons on
the trees
That's when I was courtin' and me mind was well at ease
I used
to feel so loving with me 'Enery by me side
Looking forward to the day when I
should be his Bride
But now he's thrown me over and I'm full of
misery
Someone else has done me out of William 'Enery
He used to call
me 'Dreamy Eyes' and take me on his knee
Kiss me little ruby lips and make a
fuss of me
He bought a second-handed home to comfort me through life
Now
he's thrown me over for a second-handed wife
And on the Weddin' Day when he
was married to Mama
He said, "Go and wash your face, and kiss your new
Papa"
When I got home this afternoon, it broke my 'art to see
William
cuddlin' Mother as he used to cuddle me
At ten o'clock last night I felt I'd
like to punch his head
When he said to me, "Pop off, it's time to go to
bed"
The next young man I get, I'll let him see me to the door
But I'll
never introduce one to me Mother
anymore
1908
HAS ANYBODY HERE
SEEN KELLY
Kay, E, double El, Y.
has anybody here seen Kelly
find him
if you can
he's as bad as old Antonio,
left me on my owneeo
has anybody
here seen Kelly
Kelly from the Isle of Man.
Kelly and his
sweetheart wore a very pleasant smile,
And sent upon a holiday they went from
Mona's Isle,
They landed safe in London but alas it's sad to say,
For
Kelly lost his little girl up Piccadilly way.
She searched for him in vain
& then of course began to fret,
And this is the appeal she made to
everyone she met:
When it started raining she exclaimed, "What shall I
do?"
For Kelly had her ticket and her spending money too,
She wandered
over London like a hound upon the scent,
At last she found herself outside
the Houses of Parliament.
She got among the suffragettes who chained her to
the grille
& soon they heard her shouting in a voice both loud &
shrill:
1908
I wouldn't leave my little wooden hut for
you.
I've got one lover, and I don't want two.
What might happen there is
no knowing,
If he comes around, so you'd better be a-going,
For I wouldn't
leave my little wooden hut for you!'
Once on a cannibal isle there
dwelt a dark-eyed maid.
She lived all alone in a little log hut 'neath the
palm tree's shade.
And on that island she reigned as queen.
One day a
stranger appeared on the scene.
Said he, 'Why waste your time out in this
awful clime?
Oh, come with me, my pretty southern maid to my home across the
sea.'
But he went fairly red when she turned up her nose and
said:
1908
Jack Norworth. The Ziegfeld Follies”
SHINE ON
shine on HARVEST MOON up in the sky
I ain't had no lovin’ since April,
January, June or July.
snow time ain't no time to stay outdoors and
spoon
so SHINE ON shine on HARVEST MOON for me & my
gal.
The night was mighty dark so you could hardly see,
For
the moon refused to shine.
Couple sitting underneath a willow tree,
For
love they did pine.
Little maid was kinda 'fraid of darkness
So she said,
"I guess I'll go."
Boy began to sigh, looked up at the sky,
And told the
moon his little tale of woe
I can't see why a boy should sigh when by his
side
Is the girl he loves so true,
All he has to say is: "Won't you be my
bride,
For I love you,
I can't see why I'm telling you this
secret,
When I know that you can guess."
Harvest moon will smile,
Shine
on all the while,
If the little girl should answer
"yes."
1909
My Irish Caruso
There's a man in
Tipperary and perhaps you've heard
He is my Irish Caruso, he is the finest
ever seen,
1909
Gus Edwards/Edward Madden. My cousin
Caruso, published by Gus Edwards Music Co., NYC, The cover features a drawing of
Enrico Caruso by Enrico Caruso and a facsimile autograph (this is a print of a
Caruso autograph drawing of himself).
1909
Albert Piantadosi/Billy Dunham, Goodbye
Mister Caruso.
My head is goin’ dip
I think I got the pip
Since I read
about Caruso
Ev’rything I was a-stop
No more work the barber shop
when
I hear his voice he los-a
1909
Harry J. Lincoln. Garden of
dreams. No lyrics.
1909
M: Harry
J. Lincoln, w: George Graff, Jr.
only a dream dear heart only a
dream
would that I ne’er awoke
things the same would seem
bright stars
above look down
life seems to me anew yet dear
I wake to know ’tis ONLY A
DREAM OF YOU
Last night, dear heart,I had a dream
I saw you in the
long ago
How dear to me, it all did seem
My heart was filled with love's
sweet glow.
This world to me, dear, seemed anew
And life was but one
endless stream
But morning came and I awoke
To know that it was but a
dream.
When from that distant land of dreams
My heart in lonliness must
pine
For others bask with you, it seems
But still my ev'ry thought is
thine;
In dreams I roamed the woodland o'er
Beneath the cloudless sky of
blue
But when the stars grow dim above
I wake and know the dreams of you.
1909
M: J. Fred Helf, w: Robert R.
Roden.
WEDDING BELLS WEDDING BELLS
our hearts will be singing
one
sweet song all day long
how I love to hear them ringing
ringing, ringing,
ringing,
WEDDING BELLS WEDDING BELLS
each chime gladness tells
soon
we'll hear the
jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle
of the WEDDING
BELLS
There's a wedding drawing nigh
To a little church close
by
There's a group of girls and boys
Joining in the wedding joys.
Near
the church two sweethearts stand
And he gently takes her hand
As he
whispers "Dear in Spring
Wedding bells for us will ring
'Tis a golden
wedding day
Two old sweethearts fondly say
"Fifty years have journeyed
by
Still we're sweethearts, you and I."
There's another wedding
there
There's a younger bridal pair;
'Tis their grandchild's wedding
time
Soon for her the bells will chime.
1909
M:
Anatol Freedland, w: Hap Hazard.
show me SHOW ME THE WAY
if it's as nice
as you say
I'm not on to the game
won't take long just the same
if
you're so awfully wise
why don't you spring a surprise
we can make love
all the day
if you SHOW ME THE WAY
"Sunshiny day, time to make
hay
So said a youth to a maid, rather shy
Never too late, you are twice
eight
Time to lay plans for the sweet bye and bye.
Why don't you smile
once in a while
Why can't we make love?" said he
Maid in surprise gazed
into his eyes
And answered him modestly;
Youth thought awhile, then with a
smile
turned to the maid who was willing to learn
Gave her a squeeze, just
for a tease
She simply handed him one in return;
Gave her a smack, she
kissed him back
Only as shy maidens can
Next day at three they married you
see
And that's how the trouble began.
1909
M: Oscar
Strauss, w: Stanislaus Stange, “My hero”.
come come I love you
only
my heart is true
come come my life is lonely
I long for
you
Come come naught can efface you
my arms are dying
now to embrace
you
thou divine
come come I love you on ly
come, hero
mine.
I have a true and noble lover
He is my sweetheart, all my
own
His like on earth who shall dis- cov- er
His heart is mine, and mine a
ev- lone.
We pledged. our troth each to the oth er
And for our hap- pi-
ness I pray
Our lives be.long to one an- oth- er
Oh hap- py hap-py wed.
ding day
Oh hap- py, hap- py wed- ding day,
It is my du- ty to bow be-
fore thee
It is my duty to love, a- dore thee
It is my duty to love thee
ev- er
To love thee ev er, love thee
We pledged our troth each to the
oth- er
And for our hap- pi ness I pray
Our lives belong to one an- oth-
er",
Oh hap- py hap- py wed- ding day
Oh hap- py, hap- py wed- ding day.
1909
M: Jos. E. Howard, w: Will M. Hough & Frank R.
Adams.
IF ALL THE MOONS WERE HONEY MOONS
honey moons golden honey
moons,
if ev’ry night had silv’ry light
& ’twas always June
maybe
you would love me then
love me then
would you love me then
& let
your heart be mine again
if all moons were honey moons
You dear
old moon I'm won der- ing
How many nights you've shone
Upon a world that
seemed all wrong
Till love had found it's own;
If you could al- ways shine
old moon
Just as you shine tonight
Then all the world would love and
love
Would set the world aright
Sometimes you seem a sad old moon
When
I am all alone
I won der if you have a heart
That's long- ing for it's
own;
Through ages past, your silver smile
Has put the world In
tune
Perhaps some time you'll stay and shine
Forever Lady Moon
1909
1909
1909
If
I should plant a tiny seed of
love
1909
I
USED TO SIGH FOR THE SILVERY MOON
I used to sig .for my coal black coon
I
used to spoon in the btight moonlight
& when the moon was out of
sight
I used to sing to my Mandy Lou
ma heart is sad but my love is
true
I've changed that tune
we were wed in June
we've a new moon now
it's a honeymoon.
You can always tell when a coon's in
love,
He's dreaming the whole day long.
"Her eyes are just like the stars
above",
When he sings a sweet love song.
When I courted Mandy
Lou,
Though I knew she was true,
I found, like most lovers do,
That all
love schemes go wrong.
They say two fond hearts beat as one,
If both
little hearts are true,
And when to the parson we had gone,
Our hearts
grew fonder grew.
Sweetheart days are left behind,
Oft the days are
brought to mind,
When I woo'd Mandy Lou.
1909
First
performed on stage by Lillian Lorraine.
BY THE LIGHT OF THE SILVERY
MOON
I want to spoon
to my honey I'll croon
love's tune
honeymoon
keep a-shining in June
your silvery beams
will bring love
dreams
we'll be cuddling soon
by the silvery moon.
Place
park, scene dark, silvery moon is shining through the trees;
Cast two, me,
you, sound of kisses floating on the breeze.
Act one, begun. Dialogue, "Where
would you like to spoon?"
My cue, with you, underneath the silvery
moon.
Act two, scene new, roses blooming all around the place;
Cast three,
you, me, Preacher with a solemn looking face.
Choir sings, bell rings,
Preacher: "You are wed for evermore."
Act two, all through, every night the
same encore.
1909
w.m. A. J. Mills & Bennett
Scott
all the nice girls love a sailor
all the nice girls love a
tar
for there's something about a sailor
Well you know what sailors
are
bright & breezy, free & easy
he's the ladies' pride &
joy
he falls in love with Kate & Jane
then he's off to sea
again
SHIP AHOY ship ahoy
When the man o' war or
merchant ship comes sailing into port
The jolly tar with joy, will sing out,
Land Ahoy!
With his pockets full of money and a parrot in a cage
He
smiles at all the pretty girls upon the landing stage...
He will spend
his money freely, and he's generous to his pals,
While Jack has got a sou,
there's half of it for you,
And it's just the same in love and war, he goes
through with a smile,
& you can trust a sailor, he's a white man
(meaning: honest man) all the while!
1909
Carrie
Jacobs-Bond
when you come to the end of A PERFECT DAY
&
you sit alone with your thought
while the chimes ring out with a carol gay
for the joy that the day has brought
do you think what the end of A
PERFECT DAY
can mean to tired heart
when the sun goes down with a flaming
ray
& the dear hearts have to part.
well this is the end of A
PERFECT DAY
near the end of a journey too
but it leaves a tho’t that is
big & strong
with a wish that is kind & true
for mem'ry has
painted this PERFECT DAY
with colours that never fade
& we find at
the end of A PERFECT DAY
the soul of a friend we've made.
1909
Lionel Monckton, “The
Arcadians”, a musical comedy.
Follow follow follo the merry merry
pipes of Pan
The magic reed that charms at need the heart of maid and
man
Away away they seem to say and catch us if you can
Come follow follow
where they lead the merry merry pipes of Pan.
1909
Lionel
Monckton, “The Arcadians”, a musical comedy.
It’s nice and warm I think
that we shall have a lovely day
Very very warm for May, eighty in the shade
they say (Just fancy)
It almost looks as tho’ the sun had really come to
stay
O what very charming weather.
1910
When Sist Tetrazini met
brother Carus – from the revue: “Up and down Broadway”.
1910
Jerome Kern. I want to sing
in
opera.
1910
Al
Piantadosi/Thomas J. Gray. Rusty-Can-O Rag
There’s one sweet
melody
It sounds so good to me
From sunny Italy.
Oh wop don’t
stop
Playing the rusty can-o rag
It make me spooney
Got me
looney
Sacramento, California
When I hear that music swell
I feel just
like I was in Heaven
1910
M: Cedric H. Garton, w: Will R.
Garton.
IN LOVE’S SWEET DREAMLAND dear
I will be ever thine
IN LOVE’S
SWEET DREAMLAND dear
you will fore're be mine
roses of brightest
hue
each day I'll bring to you
tokens of love, so true
IN LOVE’S SWEET
DREAMLAND
in love's sweet land.
Love, see the
moonlight's pale glimmer,
over the far distant sea:
There in love's
pathway to gether,
You will sail someday with me.
Then we'll be happy
forever,
Nothing to do but to love.
The songbirds will sing in the
woodland,
The skies will be cloudless above.
Love, does your heart
seem to fluter,
when you look into my eyes?
And does your soul seem to
utter,
Love's ever beautiful sighs?
Then in the twilight I'm
dreaming,
Dreaming of when you'll be mine,
Of life we will live, love,
together,
No more for each other we'll pine.
1910
Herbert Ingraham.
I love you I love
you I love you
YOU ARE THE IDEAL OF MY DREAMS
I always knew ’twould be
someone like you
I've loved you forever it seems
for years in my minds
fondest fancy
a pic-ture of your face I drew
& I knew you some
how
when I met you just now
YOU ARE THE IDEAL OF MY DREAMS
At
last I meet you face to face
the I-deal of my dream
I've wait-ed to
be-hold you dear
For years and years 'twould seem;
And now you come to
live, to breathe
From out the mys-tic night
My burn-ing heart, my ve-ry
soul
Cries out in all its might:
Some how I feel you can't be
real
you'll van-ish like the mist
Be-force I hold you in my
arms
Be-force your lips I've kissed,
But no, you speak, you real-ly
live
Warm blood thro' your veins flows
Come nes-tle to my throb-bing
breast
I want the world to know:
1910
Irving
Berlin/Ted Snyder, That Opera Rag.
1910
M: F. Henri Klickmann, w: Charles
F. McNamara.
just a dream at sunset
in the fading glow
JUST A
DREAM OF YOU DEAR
when the sun is low
just a dream at twilight
ans’ring
mem’ry’s call
JUST A DREAM OF YOU DEAR
just a dream that's all.
Tho' wak-ing I dream, in the sun-set gleam
Of the fad-ing sum-mer
day
I lin-ger once more on the dear, home shore
As the fall-ing sha-dows
play.
My tho'ts fond-ly roam with the white dash-ing foam
Of the heav-ing
sob-bing sea
I dream once a-gain in mem-'ry then
Of a face so dear to me.
In fan-cy I stand on the sun-lit strand
Where the tide waves come and
go
There steals to my ear, such a sweet voice near
That I loved long, long
a-go.
The dream is soon o'er, and the bright, sun-ny shore
Like a
mock-ing vis-ion flies
The sha-dows now fall sad mem-'ry's pall
As the day
in dark-ness dies.
1910
M: George Edward Smith, w: G.
A. Scofield.
MY OWN SWEETHEART I love but thee
I can not bear from
you dear one to part
if my love you would requite
you will grant my
heart's delight
& I could have you for MY OWN SWEETHEART
Since
childhoods days together, you and I dear
Have been such good friends, why
must we part
I cannot think that you would e'er deceive me
So tell me
truly who has your heart?
I know that once you loved me well and
dearly
Why do you treat me now with disdain
Oh, give to me your love once
more I pray thee
And let me call you Sweetheart again
Sweetheart you're
only teasing me
I know dear, You love me truly I'm sure you do
For your
eyes have told to me so oft' the story
They bid us linger and hope
renew.
Perhaps some day you'll find that my devotion
Is better far, than
gold or than fame
Then call me to your side again, my dearest
And I will
bring thee a heart the same.
1910
M:
Albert Gumble, w: Alfred Bryans.
WINTER WINTER when the snow is softly
falling
that's the time to squeeze when it starts to freeze
in October and
November & December just remember
WINTER WINTER when your sweetheart
comes acalling
by the fireside so bright you'll sit & tease her
that's
the time to squeeze her when it's WINTER
Winter time is freezing
time
teasing time and squeezing time
that's the time to love
with your
lady love you go
skimming o'er the ice and snow
silver moon above
hear
the sleigh bells ring
hear them dingaling
Don't be bashful, it's no
use
Winter time's a good excuse
When you want to spoon
Cuddle close and
hold her tight,
Make her think it's June tonight
Talk of
Honeymoon
Wedding bells will ring
Sometime in the spring.
1910
M: Paul A. Rubens, w: Rubens &
Arthur Wimperis.
world world WONDERFUL WORLD
you're mine at
last
my lost freedom restore me
spread your wonders before me
free as
swallows that fly
with wings unfurl'd
me wander fearlessly
thru the
wide, wide world
just let me be happy & free
La, la la, la, la, la all
the wide world
I'd wan der happily thru the world
Wick- ed old
world, you been slight- ed for years
Cru- elly used,Sad- ly a- bused
Men
say you are old and gray
Men say you have had your day;
But I cannot
believe you're all trouble and tears
You seem to be Charm- ing to me
I'm
in love at first sight
In love with the world to- night
Wick- ed old
world
I have al- ways been told
You are a snare
False as you're
fair!
We're taught from our ten- d'rest age
You're only a gild- ed
cage
But supposing your glitter is not really gold
What do I care,
Now
that I'm there
A1though fic- kle you be
You're friend- ly,
you're
fresh, you're free!
1910
M: Ted Snyder. W: Irving
Berlin.
KISS ME MY HONEY kiss me
& say you'll miss me as I'll
miss you
love me my honey love me
like stars above me say you'll be
true
while away ev'ry day,
I'll be thinking of you dearie
now don't
grow weary
be bright & cheery
my honey do so dear before I go
dear
come here & kiss me kiss kiss
honey I love you
My
lit-tle hon-ey, I must be leav-ing
Be bright and sun-ny, Now don't be
griev-ing
Just dry your tears dear, It's not for years dear
I'll soon
re-turn to you
That same old moon, dear, That shines a-bove us
Will see us
soon dear, As hap-py lov-ers
So don't you wor-ry, For I will hur-ry
Right
back and mar-ry you.
1910
Ben-ja-min Man-ner
played a grand pi-a-no,
And he cert'n-ly played it fine;
Played the
pi-a-no all the time,
Like a reg'-lar Rub-in-stein.
Sun-day he called
a-round to see Miss Lu-cy Brown
And said "My dar-ling pet,
I have found
a new way to make love
That has-n't been dis-cov-ered yet,
Won't you let
me show you how?"
But Miss Lu-cy cried "not now:"
Try it on your pi-a-no
grand
I don't care to un-der-stand
B or I flat, C or Y flat
try it
hon,' but not in my flat
while I don't doubt that what you say is true,
I'm not tak-ing chances with some love that's new
so Mis-ter Man-ner,
TRY IT ON YOUR PIANO
But you can't try it on me." me."
Ben-ja-min Man-ner played a grand pi-a-no,
And he
cert'n-ly played it fine;
Played the pi-a-no all the time,
Like a
reg'-lar Rub-in-stein.
Sun-day he called a-round to see Miss Lu-cy Brown
And said "My dar-ling pet,
I have found a new way to make love
That
has-n't been dis-cov-ered yet,
Won't you let me show you how?"
But Miss
Lu-cy cried "not now:"
Ben-ja-min Man-ner sold his grand pi-a-no,
And be-came a doc-tor fair;
One who cures your pain and care,
He was
known most ev-'ry where.
Lu-cy took sick one day he called a-round to say
"I've brought with me a pill,
It's a new dis-cov'-ry of my own
That
sure-ly ought to cure or kill,
It has nev-er yet been tried."
But Miss
Lu-cy loud-ly cried:
"Try it on your pi-a-no grand,
I don't
care to un-der-stand
B or I flat, C or Y flat,
Try it hon,' but not in
my flat.
Give me Per-u-na for my ev'-ry pain,
For he who takes that will
live to take a-gain
So try your brand up on a ba-by grand,
Be-cause you
can't try it on me."
1910
Ted
Snyder/Irving Berlin.
oh oh oh oh oh THAT BEAUTIFUL
RAG
It sets my heart a reel-in'
Oh! oh! oh! oh! Oh! that beau-ti-ful
drag
That fun-ny feel-ing steal-ing,
Hear that trom-bone blow-in,'
hon,'
Ain't dem fid-dles go-in' some?
Oh! sir, Oh! sir, cud-dle up
clos-er,
Squeeze me like you would a flow-er
Make a min-ute last an hour,
Oh! oh! oh! oh! Oh! that heav-en-ly strain
It makes me feel so
fan-cy
If I ev-er cry, "Don't play it a-gain,"
Just don't be-lieve me,
hon-ey,
Oh, my dear-ie, can't you hear me call-in'?
Come up near me,
catch me, dear, I'm fall-in,'
Oh! oh! oh! oh! Oh! that beau-ti-ful rag.
Hon-ey, that lead-er man lead like a lead-er can,
Just
see him lead-in' that band,
My hon-ey, don't you un-der-stand,
That
they're play-in' mus-ic grand?
And, Just nev-er mind the name, Rag-time is
all the same,
Mu-sic is mu-sic with me.
But I will say that it's
beau-ti-ful, hon!
With a great big cap-i-tal B.
What does my hon-ey
want? Go in a res-tau-rant?
Now you is talk-in' some sense,
And this
here place is just im-mense,
I know you don't mind ex-pense, Hence,
Bring on yo' bill o' fare, Hon-ey, I do de-clare,
Some-how I'm feel-in
for-lorn. Hear them play-in'
that old beau-ti-ful rag,
Now my ap-pe-tite
is gone.
1910
Little puff of
smoke
1910
Lionel Monckton, The Quaker
Girl: a musical comedy.
yes we will come to the ball
none but will answer
the call
all of us long for the waltz that whirls
dashing your lovers
& dainty girls
ah let us come to the ball
there will be joy for us
all
chance for a dance & romance
at the ball, at the ball.
1910
Lionel Monckton. LA FANCIULLA QUAKER: operetta. Tony, tenore
(Prudence) Principe Carlo.
♂: When a bad bad boy like
me
meets a good good girl like you-----a
♀: Well the good little
maid--------------b
is a bit
afraid----------------------------b
& wonders what on earth to
do-----------a
♂: If the bad bad boy should speak
will the good
good girl reply----------------a
♀: Well, it
depends--------------------------------c
if the good girl’s
friends---------------------c
are anywhere at all close
by-------------------a
--------------------♂: such a bad BAD boy
----------------------
--------------------♀: such a good GOOD girl
-----------------
-------------♂♀: Oh they do make a curious pair.
---------d
♀: tho’ the good girl may -----------------e
turn her
head away -------------------------e-
still she knows that the bad
boy’s there ---------d
♂: if the bad boy walks
----------------------------f
by her side & talks
-----------------------------f
will she snub him as a maiden should
------------------g
♀: Well I think thee’s a lad ---------- h
who
is NOT so very bad --------------- h
& I’m not a bit too good.
------------g
♂: If the good GOOD girl sits down
what’s the bad BAD
boy to do --------------a
♀: he must sit over there
for the good
girl’s chair
--- was surely NEVER meant for two. -----------a
♂: If the
bad BAD boy comes close
will the good good girl be vexed
♀: Well
she might run away
or she might just stay ----
and see
what happens next.
♀: if the good girl’s wise
she
will shut her eyes
when the bad boy begins to stare
♂: may the bad
boy please
give her hand one squeeze
for he’d like to if he
only could
♀: Oh I fear he’s a lad
who is very very bad – ----
now really thee must be good.
1910
w. Josephine V.
Rowe m. Dermot MacMurrough. Boosey. The Irish language origins, mo chroí (my
heart), mo chuisle (my
pulse; as in 'a chuisle mo chroí", pulse of my heart
- in English we can call someone a "heart throb")
Macushla Macushla
your
sweet voice is calling
calling me softly again & again
Macushla
Macushla
I hear it still pleading
my blue-eyed Macushla
I hear it in
vain.
Macushla, Macushla,
Your white arms are reaching,
I
feel them enfolding,
Caressing me still.
Fling them out from the
darkness,
My lost love, Macushla,
Let them find me and bind me
Again,
if they will.
Macushla! Macushla!
Your red lips are saying
That
death is a dream,
And love is for aye,
Then awaken, Macushla,
Awake
from your dreaming,
My blue-eyed Macushla,
Awaken to
stay.
1910
w.m. Shelton Brooks
SOME OF THESE
DAYS
you're gonna miss me, baby
some of these days
you'll feel so
lonely
you're gonna miss my huggin'
you'll miss my kissin'
you may even
miss me, baby
when I'm gone away
you're gonna feel lonely
& want me
only
'cause you know, honey
you always got your way
say baby if you
really want me, oh yeah
you know it's gonna grieve me
you're gonna miss
your boney little daddy
'cause one of these aˆ¦
YEAH!
Said some of these days (I'll do it,
Sophie!)
You're gonna miss me honey
And I'm talkin' about da-a-ays
When
you feel all blue.
You're gonna miss my huggin'
You're gonna miss my
kissin'
You may even miss me, baby
When I'm long gone away aˆ¦
I
hope you feel lonely
And want me only
'Cause you know lover
Ya always
had your way.
And if-a you-a leave me
You know it's gonna
grie-ee-ee-ve me
You'll miss-a your brown eyed daddy (Grab it now!)
Some
of these daaaaa-ays.
1910
w. Beth Slater Whitson m. Leo
Friedman
LET ME CALL YOU SWEETHEART
I'm in love with you
let me hear
you whisper
that you love me too
keep the love light glowing
in your
eyes so blue
LET ME CALL YOU SWEETHEART
I'm in love with
you
1910
w. Rida Johnson Young m. Victor Herbert, from
the operetta Naughty Marietta
ah SWEET MYSTERY OF LIFE at last I've found
you
ah at last I know the secret of it all
for the longing seeking
striving waiting yearning
the burning hopes the joy & idle tears that
fall.
for 'tis love and love alone the world is seeking
& 'tis love
and love alone that can repay
'tis the answer 'tis the end & all of
living
for it is love alone that rules for aye.
1910
Lyric by
Rida Johnson Young, Music by Chauncey Olcott and Ernest R. Ball,1910.
Interestingly - Chauncey Olcott was also involved with My Wild Irish Rose and
When Irish Eyes are Smiling - quite prolific.
sure I love the dear silver
that shines in your hair
& the brow that's all furrowed & wrinkled
with care
I kiss the dear fingers so toil-worn for me
O God bless you
& keep you 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 life that you fill
no other
can take it
no one ever will.
ev'ry sorrow or care
in the dear days
gone by
was made bright by the light
of the smile in your eye
like a
candle that's set
in the window at night
your fond love has cheered
me
& guided me right.
1910
The words to "Danny Boy"
were written by Frederic Weatherly in 1910. Although the lyrics were originally
written for a different tune, he modified them to fit the "Londonderry Air" in
1913, after his sister-in-law in the US sent him a
copy.
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are
calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone,
and all the roses falling
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.But come
ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed & white
with snow
'Tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh, Danny boy, oh,
Danny boy, I love you so.
and when you come & all the flowers are
dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place
where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for meAnd I shall hear,
tho' soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be
For
you will bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until
you come to
me.
1910
HOLD YOUR
HAND OUT, NAUGHTY BOY
hold your hand out, naughty boy
last night, in the
pale moonlight
I saw you, I saw you;
with a nice girl in the park
you
were strolling full of joy
& you told here you'd never kissed a girl
before
HOLD YOUR HAND OUT NAUGHTY BOY.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
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