Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Early Georgian (pre-Great War) Songs: 1911, 1912, and 1913

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.


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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

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