Edwardian Songs

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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.