Songs From The Public Domain

Songs
from the
Public Domain
selected, transcribed, and edited
by
benjamin bloomfield
First edition, 28 august 2014

This work is free of known copyright restrictions.
Contents
Abide with me..........................................175
All Hail the Power of Jesus Name .............. 183
All People That on Earth Do Dwell.............185
America...................................................137
America the Beautiful................................72
Am I Not Fondly Thine Own ...................... 61
Annie Laurie ............................................. 63
The Ash Grove...........................................57
At the Lambs High Feast We Sing ............. 178
Auld Lang Syne ......................................... 43
The Battle Cry of Freedom.........................76
The Battle Cry of Freedom (Confederate)....77
The Battle Hymn of the Republic ................ 58
The Battle Prayer......................................171
Beautiful Home of the Soul.......................190
The bell doth toll (Round) ........................ 141
Be Still, My Soul.......................................177
The Birds Ball..........................................117
The Blue Bells of Scotland.........................105
Boating Song.............................................84
The Bonnie Blue Flag................................. 75
Bonnie Charlie..........................................42
Bonnie Doon............................................40
Bonnie Dundee..........................................39
Bride Bells ............................................... 114
Brightly dawns our wedding day................154
A British Tar ............................................ 152
By the Sad Sea Waves.................................67
A Capital Ship..........................................136
Castles in the Air ...................................... 44
Catch Round the Table (Now we are met) .. 157
Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing..........169
Come again, sweet love................................4
Come Follow (Round) ............................... 93
Come Follow Me Merrily (Round) .............. 93
Come Let Us All A-Maying Go (Round).....139
Could I a maiden find ................................ 54
The criminal cried.....................................158
Darby and Joan.........................................101
Darling Nelly Gray....................................46
De Brevitate Vit (Gaudeamus Igitur) ........ 60
The Distant Shore .................................... 150
Dixie........................................................74
Down Among the Dead Men......................97
Dreaming of Home and Mother ................. 66
Drink to me only with Thine Eyes................52
Dublin Bay..............................................100
Ego sum pauper (Round)...........................115
Ein Prosit..................................................56
Fairy Belle............................................... 120

Farewell to Fiunary....................................48
The Flight of Love......................................29
The Flowers that Bloom in the Spring........149
Flow Gently, Sweet Afton............................38
For hes a jolly good fellow.........................133
Forty Days and Forty Nights......................188
Gaily the Troubadour.................................53
Gaudeamus Hodie (Round).......................115
Gaudeamus Igitur (De Brevitate Vit)........60
The Girl I Left Behind Me...........................95
Glenlogie..................................................49
Glorious Things of Thee Are Spoken..........168
Glory be to Jesus ...................................... 172
God Be Merciful to Me ............................. 179
God be with you till we meet again ............ 129
God My King Thy Might Confessing..........189
God so loved the world.............................174
Good Bye, My Lady Love............................99
Good Night Ladies...................................127
The Goslings............................................110
Go to Dark Gethsemane...........................180
Hail! Smiling Morn.....................................7
The Hand that Holds the Bread...................23
Happy Hours at Home..............................123
Hard Times..............................................122
Hark! the Song of Jubilee.......................... 192
Hark! the vesper hymn is stealing...............40
The Harp that Once Through Taras Halls....54
The Hazel Dell...........................................81
The Heart Bowed Down..............................35
Heres to the Maiden of Bashful Fifteen.......98
He that Will an Alehouse Keep (Round)....143
Home Sweet Home...................................103
A Hot Time in the Old Town......................83
How can I leave thee..................................69
How Lovely Is the Evening (Round) ............. 9
I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls...................34
Integer Vitae..............................................61
In the Spring ............................................. 41
It was a lover and his lass.............................18
Its Delightful to be Married!.....................134
Jamies on the Stormy Sea..........................116
Jenny the Flower of Kildare ........................ 92
Jesus, Lover of my soul..............................170
Jesus! the very thought of Thee..................165
John Anderson, my jo.................................37
Johnny Sands ........................................... 142
Killarney...................................................32
La ci darem la mano ................................. 162

Last Week I Took a Wife..........................146
Lead Kindly Light....................................172
Let Us Sing (The Waits) .............................. 13
A Life on the Ocean Wave...........................91
Listen to the Mocking Bird........................118
The Little Tin Soldier................................112
Live we singing .......................................... 12
Loch Lomond...........................................64
Long, Long Ago.........................................85
Look, Ye Saints, the Sight is Glorious.........187
The Lords of Creation...............................145
The Lorelei ............................................... 79
Loves Chidings ......................................... 89
Loves Young Dream...................................33
MacPhersons Farewell...............................47
Maid of Athens.........................................138
The March of Prohibition..........................128
Merrily Greet the Morn (Round)...............157
Merrily Sing.............................................126
The Midshipmite......................................102
The Minstrel Boy........................................31
Mister Speaker, though tis late (Round) .... 161
My bonny lass she smileth...........................16
My Lodging is on the Cold Ground.............45
My Old Kentucky Home............................121
Nancy Lee...............................................104
Nearer, My God, to Thee...........................182
Night Song................................................62
Now is the month of maying.......................14
Now we are met (Catch Round the Table)...157
O Calm of Night........................................56
Ode to Joy ............................................... 167
O Fair Dove, O Fond Dove.........................70
Oft in the stilly night ................................. 30
Oh, happy is the man that hears.................173
Oh cease, my wandering soul.....................185
Oh My Love (Round) ............................... 127
Old Dog Tray .......................................... 107
The Old Folks at Home ............................. 119
The Old Musician and His Harp.................90
The Old Rugged Cross..............................186
The Old Time............................................73
Once to Every Man and Nation ................. 176
On the Banks of the Wabash, Far Away........82
O Sole Mio ................................................ 55
O Thou that hearst when sinners cry ......... 193
Our Blest Redeemer..................................189
O Worship the King All Glorious Above.....191
Praise of Spring..........................................10
The Pretty Girl Milking Her Cow...............125
Punchinello.............................................106
Red is the Rose..........................................65
Red River Valley........................................87
Red Wing ................................................. 86
Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings...........184
The Roast Beef of Old England ................... 59
Robin Adair..............................................62
Rock of Ages............................................182
Rule Britannia...........................................131
Sailing ...................................................... 68
Saint Patricks Day...................................140
Sally in our Alley ..................................... 144
Santa Lucia ............................................... 80
Saved From the Storm...............................108
Savior, when in dust to Thee.......................181
Scotch Lassie Jean......................................88
Scotland the Brave.....................................50
Scots wha hae ............................................ 52
The Separation..........................................42
Shoot false love I care not...........................20
The Sidewalks of New York ....................... 132
Since first I saw your face..............................5
Skating (Round)......................................143
Soldiers Hymn........................................164
Song of Spring...........................................24
The Spacious Firmament on High ............. 166
Sweet Genevieve ....................................... 113
Sweet the moments rich in blessing............188
The Tailor and the Mouse..........................138
Theres Music in the Air ............................. 72
Tit-Willow..............................................160
To Phbe................................................148
Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!..............................78
Trust.......................................................... 6
Twere vain to tell .................................... 124
Uist Tramping Song....................................51
The Vicar of Bray.......................................96
Vive LAmour............................................60
The Waits (Let Us Sing)..............................13
A Warrior Bold.........................................130
We Sing the Praise of Him who Died.........180
Westering Home ....................................... 48
We wont go home until morning ............... 133
When I go out of door...............................156
When I in pain and sorrow moan...............165
When Jesus Wept (Round) ....................... 164
When You and I Were Young, Maggie.........94
Where Theres a Will Theres a Way...........147
Who Would Not Fight for Freedom? ........... 36
Will ye no come back again........................42
With Horse and Hound..............................28
Come again, sweet love

1. Come a gain!
2. Come a gain!

1. Come
2. Come
1. Come
2. Come

a
a
gain!
gain!
a
a
gain!
gain!
gain!
gain!
1. Come a
2. Come a

8

de light;
for lorn,
To do
For now
me due de
left and for

8
light;
lorn,

due
and

to
I

to
I
see,
sit,
To
I
see,
sit,
To
I
see,
sit,

thee a
dead ly
gain
pain
die with thee a

die in dead ly
die with thee

die in dead
gain
pain
with thee
in dead
a
ly

thy grac es
through thine un
that re
kind dis
frain
dain;
thy grac es
through thine un
that re
kind dis
frain
dain;
to touch,
I weep,
to hear,
I sigh,
to hear,
I sigh,
frain
dain;
that re
kind dis
that re frain
kind dis dain;
To
I

thy grac es
through thine un
to hear,
I sigh,

die, to die with thee a gain,

die, I die in dead ly pain,
die,
die,
To see,
I sit,
de light;
for lorn,
with
in
die,
die,

vite
mourn
in
to
doth now in vite

may cease to mourn
me due
left and
sweet love
that I
To do
For now
thy grac es
through thine un
doth now in vite

may cease to mourn
de light;
for lorn,
sweet love
that I
due
and

sweet love doth now

that I may cease

To do me
For now left
20

doth now in vite

may cease to mourn

To do me
For now left
sweet love
that I

11

John Dowland (15631626)
to kiss,
I faint,
to touch,
I weep,
in sweet est sym

and end less mis

est
less
to die,
I die,
to kiss,
I faint,

to touch,
I weep,

in sweet
and end
to touch,
I weep,
to hear,
I sigh,
to
I
to kiss,
I faint,
to
I
pa
er
thy.
y.

pa thy.
er y.
a gain in sweet est sym

ly pain and end less mis
pa thy.
er y.
gain in
pain and

sweet
end
est
less
sym
mis
to kiss,
I faint,
sym
mis

to
I

pa thy.
er y.
Since first I saw your face
p

I

Thomas Ford (c. 15801648)

ye;
hon or and re nown

saw your face I re solvd To

1. Since first
2.
If
I
ad mire or praise you too much, That fault you may for
ri ous are, Re ject eth no be
3. The sun whose beams most glo
cresc.

be
I

pp

me.
er;
give
hold

had nev er known ye.

If now
wish my heart
dis daind, I
Or
my hands had strayd but a touch, Then just
ly might you leave
if
And your sweet beau ty, past com pare, Made my poor eyes the bold

p

What I that lovd, and

I askd you leave, you
Where beau ty moves, and

p

13

gle?
me?
me,

that likd, Shall we be gin to wran

me love; Is t now a time to chide
de lights, And signs of kind ness bind
No, no, no, no, no,

my heart is fast And can
No, no, no, no, no,
Ill love you still What for
There,
O there, O there! where eer I go, I leave

gle?
me?
me,
pp

wran
chide
bind

that lovd, and you

you leave, you bade
ty moves, and wit

cresc.
you that likd, Shall we

bade me love; Is t now
wit de lights, And signs

What
I
I
askd
Where beau

me.
er.

be gin
a time
of kind
to
to
ness

not dis en tan gle

tune eer be tide me.
my heart be hind me.

Trust
p

p

43

1. Cloud rifts must van ish, cloud rifts must van ish, Griev ing to ban ish, Look to the mor row,
Johann Rudolf Zumsteeg (17601802)
2.
3.
Star light ef ful gent, star light ef ful gent, Sheds its in dul gent Ra di ance, shed ding
Ev er more dar ing, ev
er more dar ing, Nev er de spair ing, Brave I then ev er
mf
cresc.

3
4
9

p

16

gin!
breast,
gaze!
Joy may be gin!

Peace in my breast,
Up ward my gaze!
22

joy may, joy

peace
peace,
up ward, up

Joy may be gin!

Peace in my breast,
Up ward my gaze!
End ed is sor row,

Earth ward tis spread ing,
Faint heart ed nev er,
may be
in my
ward my

sor
End ed is
Earth ward tis spread
Faint heart ed nev

p

row, Joy may be

ing, Peace in my
er, Up ward my
row,
ing,
er,
mf

End ed is sor row,

Earth ward tis spread ing,
Faint heart ed nev er,

p

p

End ed is sor
Earth ward tis spread
Faint heart ed nev
Search ing with in, search ing with in.

Heav en ly rest, heav en ly rest.
Fates dir est ways, fates dir est ways.

gin!
breast,
gaze!

Joy
Peace
Up
Joy may,
Peace,
Up ward,

may
in
ward
p dim.

Joy may be
Peace in my
Up ward my

be gin! Joy may,

my breast, Peace,
my gaze! Up ward,
pp
gin!
breast.
gaze!

Hail! Smiling Morn
f
86
Hail,
f

86
Hail,
f
86
Hail,
6
8
Hail,
7

8

p

smil ing morn,
smil ing morn
that tips the hills with gold, that
p

Hail, smil ing morn, smil ing morn that tips the hills with gold, that
p

Hail,
smil ing morn,

smil ing morn, that tips the hills

Hail, smil ing morn, smil ing morn,

tips the hills with gold, whose ro

Reginald Spofforth (17691827)
sy
p

that

fin gers ope the gates of
day,
f

tips the hills with gold,
with gold, that
whose ro sy fin gers ope the gates of
day,

f

whose ro sy fin gers ope the gates of day,
tips the hills with gold,
f

tips the hills with gold, whose ro

14

8

8
ope

the
gates

sy
fin gers ope the gates of
day,

ope the gates, the gates of day, Hail Hail

ope the gates, the gates of day, Hail Hail Hail

Hail!
Hail!

of day, ope the gates, the gates of day, Hail Hail Hail Hail!

ope the gates, the gates of day, Hail Hail Hail Hail!

f

Who the gay face of na ture doth un
f

f

f

21
face of na ture doth
Who the gay
fold,

fold, Who the gay
face of na ture doth un

fold, Who the gay
face of na ture doth un

un fold, Who the gay

face of na ture doth
un
p
pp

flies a
at whose bright pres ence, dark ness flies a way, flies a way,
p

fold, at whose bright pres ence, dark ness flies a way,
flies a way,
p

28

fold, at whose bright
fold, at whose bright

cresc.
35

p

pres ence,
dark ness flies a way,
pres ence,

pp

flies a way, dark
ness flies

pp

way,
dark
pp

8
flies a way, dark
flies

a way, dark
ness flies a way, dark

ness flies a
a way,
flies

a way, dark ness flies

ness flies a way, dark ness flies

ness flies a way, dark
flies a way,
way,
at whose bright

a way, at whose

a
ness flies a
way,
way,
at whose bright
bright
at whose bright
fz fz

pres ence, dark ness
fz fz

p
cresc.

42
pres ence,
pres ence,
dark ness
fz fz

pres ence,
dark ness
flies
flies
flies

50

8

8
way,


way,

a way, flies a
way,
a way,

dark ness
fz fz

8
flies
f
dark ness flies a

cresc.

a way, flies a way,

dark ness flies a
a way,
Hail Hail Hail Hail Hail Hail Hail
f
Hail Hail
Hail
f
Hail
Hail
Hail!
Hail!

eve
ning,
ring
ing!
Hail Hail Hail Hail Hail Hail Hail
f
Hail!
dark ness flies a way, Hail Hail Hail Hail Hail Hail Hail
Hail!
How Lovely Is the Evening

43
3 Oh,
4
When
43
Ding,
(Round)

eve
ning,
is
the
ring
ing,
sweet
ly
how
love
ly
is
the
the
bells
are
sweet
ly
dong,
ding,

dong,
ding

dong.
10
Praise of Spring
(Lob des Frhlings)
sf

p cresc.

Op ning
car ol,
buds, black birds
call, Larks sweet

cresc.

p
sf
Johann Ludwig Uhland (17871862)
Felix Mendelssohn (18091847)
dim.
sf

p

sun ny days, Fruit ful show ers, balm y

p
dim.
sf

sf
cresc.

gale! When of such sweet things were chant ing, Say, O Spring, what is there want ing Here on

cresc.
sf
cresc.
6

cresc.

11
earth to swell

f cresc.

f cresc.
p

black birds call,
praise? Op ning buds,
p

cresc.
p
16

thy praise, here on earth to swell thy praise, here on earth to swell thy
swell thy praise,

p

Op ning buds,
sf

Larks sweet car ol,

sf
black birds call,

sun ny days,

f
Larks sweet car ol,
f

Fruit ful

f
Fruit ful, fruit ful
11

21
dim.
p

show ers, balm y gale, balm y

gale!

dim.
show ers,

26

p
balm y

cresc.
gale!

cresc.

p

there want ing Here on earth to swell thy praise, here on earth to swell thy
swell thy praise,

f

f

cresc.
gale! When of such sweet things were chant ing, Say, O

Spring, what is
31

cresc.

p

p

praise, here on earth to swell thy praise, here on earth to swell thy praise,

here on

f here on earth,
here mf

dim.

cresc.

earth to swell
thy praise, here on earth, to swell thy praise, on earth to swell thy praise?

dim.
cresc.
f

mf
36
12
Live we singing
Moritz Hauptmann (17921868)

mf

2
4

= 92

Live we sing ing, danc ing, spring ing, Al ways full of plea sure, Live we but for hap pi ness,

7

Not for care and grief; Live we sing ing, live we danc ing, spring ing, Al ways full of plea sure,

Live we sing ing, danc ing, spring ing, Al ways full of
plea sure,

Not
we
ing,
sing
and
Live
Live we but for hap pi ness,
grief,
live
care
sing

Live we but for hap pi ness, Not for care and grief; Live we sing ing, live we danc ing, spring ing,
mf

13
Live we sing ing, danc ing, spring ing,

19

we sing ing, And al ways full of plea sure,
Not care and grief,
ing, live
Live

Al ways full of plea sure,
pi ness, Not care and grief, Live we
Live we but for hap

Al ways full of
plea sure,
Live we but for hap pi ness, Not for care and grief; Live we

we sing ing, danc ing, spring ing,

25
sing ing,
live

sing

Al ways full of plea sure,
Live we but for

ing, live
we sing ing, And al ways full of

sing ing, live we danc ing, spring ing,
Al ways full of
plea sure,
Live we but for
13

pi ness,
hap

30
plea

hap

Not for care and grief, Live we sing
ing, live we danc ing, spring ing,

sure,
Not care and grief,
Live
we sing ing, danc ing, spring ing,

pi
ness, Not care and grief, Live we sing ing,

35
Al ways full of
plea sure,

plea sure,
Al ways full of

we
ing, live

6
4

Let us

6
4
6

all sing,

sing
Al ways full of

Al ways

grief.

grief.
la

ing, And al ways full of

f

plea sure, Not care and
The Waits

mer ri ly sing, let us all sing, mer ri

la
la la la la, Fa la la la la la la la, la

f

full of

f

grief.

Jeremiah Savile, 1667

ly sing, Till ech o a round us,

ech o a round us, ech o a round us re spon sive shall ring! Fa la

11
sing

live

la

la

la la la la,

Fa la

poco rit.

la la la, Fa la la la la la, Fa la la la la!
14
Now is the month of maying

8

8

the month of may

is
1. Now
in glad
2. The Spring, clad all
then! why sit we mus
3. Fie

ing, When mer ry lads are play ing,

ness Doth laugh at Win ter's sad ness,
sing Youth's sweet de light re fu sing?
the month of may

is
1. Now
in glad
3. Fie
la la

la la
la la
la la la
la la la la, fa la
la

la la

la la
la la
la la
la,

la la
la,
fa la
la la

la,
la la la

fa la
la la la la

fa la

la la la la

la,
la la la la

fa la
1.
la la la la
fa la



la, fa la


fa la


fa la
the month of may

is
1. Now
in glad
3. Fie



Thomas Morley (15571602)
the month of may

is
1. Now
in glad
3. Fie
is
1. Now
the month of may
in glad
3. Fie
fa la
la,

la
Now
The
Fie
Now
The
Fie
2.
la,

la,

la,

la,
Each
And
Say,
Each
And
Say,
Now
The
Fie
la,
Now
The
Fie
la,
Now
The
Fie
la,
Each
And
Say,

la,
Each
And
Say,

Each
And
Say,

11

with his bon

ny
to the bag pipe's
dain ty nymphs, and

with his bon

to the bag
dain ty nymphs,

8

ny
lass
pipe's sound
and speak,
with his bon

ny
to the bag pipe's
dain ty nymphs, and

lass
sound
speak,
lass
sound
speak,
ny
with his bon
to the bag pipe's
dain ty nymphs, and
lass
sound
speak,
ny
with his bon
to the bag pipe's
dain ty nymphs, and

la
la
15

8

la,
la la la,

la,
fa la
la
la,
la,
Fa la la

la

la,

la

fa la la la

la,

Fa la

Up
grass.
on
the gree ny
The nymphs tread out their ground.
Shall we
play bar ley break?
Fa la la

grass.
on
the gree ny
Up
The nymphs tread out their ground. Fa la la
Shall we
play bar ley break?

grass.
on
the gree ny
Up
play bar ley break?
Shall we
la
grass.
on
the gree ny
Up
The nymphs tread out their ground. Fa la la
play bar ley break?
Shall we

fa la la

la,

1.
fa la la
la la
la.
la la

la

fa
la, fa
la la.
la

la,
fa
la.

la la
la la

fa la
la.
la
2.
la.

fa la la la la
la,
fa la la la la la la

Up
grass.
on
the gree ny
Shall we
play bar ley break?

fa la
la

lass
sound
speak,
15
Each
And
Say
la.
Each
And
Say
la.
Each
And
Say
la.
Each
And
Say
la.
Each
And
Say
la.

16
My bonny lass she smileth


1. My bon ny lass she smil eth, When she my heart be guil eth
2. When she her sweet eye turn eth, O how my heart it burn eth.

8

1. My bon ny lass she smil eth, When she my heart be guil eth Fa la

Fa la la la

8
la la la la
la la la la

la la la. Fa
la la la

8
Fa la la la
la la la

la la la. Fa
la la la

la.
la.
la.
la
Fa la
la.
la la
Fa la
Fa la
Fa
Fa la
la
la.
la
la
la
la

la
Fa
la
la
la
la
la

la la.
la la la la. Fa

la.
la.
la
la
la.
la
la.
la
1.

la la la la. Fa
la la
1. My bon ny lass she smil eth, When she my heart be guil eth Fa la la
la la la. Fa
la
1. My bon ny lass she smil eth, When she my heart be guil eth Fa la la
7

la la
Fa
1. My bon ny lass she smil eth, When she my heart be guil eth

la.
la.
2.
la. 1. Smile
2. Dear
la. 1. Smile
2. Dear
la. 1. Smile
2. Dear
la. 1. Smile
2. Dear

la.
17

15
3
4
less dear love there fore. And you shall love me

love call in their light, Or else youll burn me
more.
quite.

more.
quite.

43

3
4

3
4

8

more.
quite.

more.
quite.

8

la
la
la
la
la.
la.
Fa

la
la
la la
la

la
la la
la la la
la. Fa la
la la la

la la la
la. Fa la la
la.
la.
la la la

Fa
la
la
Fa
la la la
la
la la la

la
la
la
la
la la la
la
la la la
la la.
la.
Fa la
2.

1. Smile
2. Dear

la.

la.
la.
1. Smile
2. Dear
la.
1. Smile
2. Dear
la.
1. Smile
2. Dear
la.
la.
la.

Fa
la
la
la la la la

Fa

Fa la la

la
Fa la

la
la la.
la la la

Fa
la la.
Fa la la la

la
Fa la la la
1.

Fa
la
more.
quite.

8
3
4
1. And you shall love me

2. Or else youll burn me

22

la.
la
18
It was a lover and his lass
William Shakespeare (15641616)

8

a lov
was
tween the a
rol they
Ca
there fore take
1. It
2. Be
3. This
4. And

1. It
2. Be
3. This
4. And
4

a lov er
was
tween the a cres
rol they be
Ca
there fore take the
1. It
2. Be
3. This
4. And

8

er
cres
be
the

lass, With a
and his
of the Rye,
gan that hour,
pres ent time,
a
the
rol
fore
was
tween
Ca
there
and
of
gan
pres

and a
hey
non ny
no,
ny
non
no,

8

8
That
These
How
For

That oer the green

These pret ty Coun
How that a life
For love is crown

That oer
These pret
How that
For love
corn
try
was
ed
the green
ty Coun
a life
is crown

oer
pret
that
love

with a
fields did pass, that

folks would lie, these
but
a Flowr, how
with the prime, for
fields, the green

try, these Coun
was,
a life
ed,
is crown

hey non
non ny
hey

oer
pret
that
love
non ny

non
corn fields did pass,

try folks would lie,
was but a Flowr,
ed with the prime,

ny
In spring

the green corn fields

ty Coun try folks
a life was but
is crown ed with
ny
hey,

non ny non ny

the green corn fields did pass,

ty Coun try folks would lie,
a life was but a Flowr,
is crown ed with the prime,

lass, With a
Rye,
hour,
time,
with a hey ho

hey
and a
ho,
lov er and his

a cres of the
they be gan that
take the pres ent
hey, with a
lass, With
Rye,
hour,
time,

his
the
that
ent

ho, non ny no, non
ny non ny no,

8
no,
no,
no,

time, in

did pass,
would lie,
a Flowr,
the prime,
In spring
time,

8
time, the on ly
time,
the on ly
In spring

in spring
sing
sing
pret ty ring

on
ding a ding,
ding, Sweet lov

ty

pret ty
ly pret
ty
ly pret
on
ly
ding a ding a

8
ding a ding,
ding,

ring time, when birds do
ring
hey
ding
ding a ding a ding,
in spring
sing
sing

a
lov
ding, Sweet lov

time, the

ers love
ers love
ers

hey

hey
Hey
hey

ding a ding a ding,

ding, hey ding a ding a ding, Sweet lov

the spring, the on
time, when birds do
ding
time, the on
in spring

lov
ding
hey
ers love the spring,
ding a ding a ding,
time, when birds do sing hey
ring

29
love the spring, in spring time,

8
ers
25

ding a ding a ding, Sweet

hey
ding,
the spring, sweet lov
ding a

time, When birds do

lov
ers love the spring, in spring time,

ers love
ly ring

ding a ding a ding, hey
20
hey
ding a ding a

time, When birds do

Hey
19
ty ring time, When birds do sing Hey

pret
time, the
Hey

time, in spring

ding a ding a ding,

8
17

spring time, in spring

12
ding a
ding a ding a

the spring.

the
spring.
love the
spring.
20
Shoot false love I care not


1. Shoot, false love, I care not, Spend thy shafts and spare not. Fa la la la la la la.
2. Long thy bow did fear me, While thy pomp did blear me

Fa la
la.
Fa

1. Shoot, false love, I care not, Spend thy shafts and spare not.

8

la
la. Fa la la

la
la. Fa
la

la la la la. Fa

la
la
la.

8

la. Fa
la
la la la
1.

la. Fa
la
la la la
la la la

la
la la la

la

la la la
la.
la.
la.
la.
2.
la.
la.
la.
la.
la.
la

Fa
1. Shoot, false love, I care not, Spend thy shafts and spare not. Fa
7

1. Shoot, false love, I care not, Spend thy shafts and spare not. Fa

1. Shoot, false love, I care not, Spend thy shafts and spare not. Fa la la la la la la.

Fa la
la la la

la la. Fa

la la la la la la la. Fa

1. I
2. But
fear not I thy might,

now I do per ceive
1. I
2. But

now I do per ceive
1. I
2. But


now I do per ceive
And
Thy
And
Thy
And
Thy

1. I
2. But

now I do per ceive
1. I
2. But

now I do per ceive
And
Thy
And
Thy
21

13
less I weight thy

art is to
de

spite,
ceive,
spite,
ceive,
All na ked I un arm me,

And ev ry sim ple lov er

less I weight thy spite,

art is to
de ceive,

less I weight thy

art is to
de
18

8
harm
cov
harm
cov
harm
cov
harm
cov

All na ked I un
arm
And ev ry sim ple lov

If thou canst now shoot and

All thy false hood can dis

me, If thou canst now shoot and

er All thy false hood can dis
spite,
ceive,

I es teem
me, So light ly
er: Then weep, love, and be sor
I es teem
me, So light ly
me, So light ly
I es teem

me, So light ly
I es teem

less I weight thy

art is to
de

All na ked I un arm



spite,
ceive,
All na ked I un arm


less I weight thy

art is to
de

8

I es teem
So light ly
Then weep, love, and be sor

thee, As now a child I deem

ry, For thou has lost thy glo
thee. Fa
ry.

thee. Fa
ry.

thee. Fa
ry.



thee.
ry.
thee.
ry.
22

la la la la la la la la

la la la.
Fa la

la la
la

23
Fa
Fa

8
la la la.
Fa
la
la

la
la la la la

8
la
28
la

la. Fa la la la la la. Fa la la la la la la la.

la la la la.
la
Fa
la

la la la la la
la. Fa la la la la la. Fa

la.
la.
Fa

Fa la la la la
Fa

la la la la la.
la la la la

la.
la
la
Fa

la
la

Fa la

la la la

la.

la

la la
la
la
1.
la
la
la.
la.

1. I
2. But
la.
1. I
2. But
la.
la
la
la la
la
la la
la la la la la
la la
Fa la
la

la
la la la
la la la la
la.
la
la. Fa la la la

la
la
2.

la.
1. I
2. But
la.
1. I
2. But
la.
la.
1. I
2. But
la.

la
Fa la
la.

23

2
4

The Hand that Holds the Bread

George Frederick Root (18201895)

The world in ex pec ta tion waits For

1. Broth ers of the plow, The pow er is with you;
2. Broth ers of the plow, In calm and qui et might, Youve wait ed long and pa tient ly For
3. Broth ers of the plow, Come ral ly once a gain, Come gath er from the prai rie wide, The

2
4

7

ac tion prompt and true,

what was yours by right;
hill side
and the plain;

12

bound;
field;
sound,

nop
broad, Mo
Op pres sion stalks a

A fair re ward for toil,
Not
as in days of yore,

o lies a
free and o pen
A
With
trump of bat tles

ant hands al read y clutch The till ers of the ground.

Their gi
An hon est share for wife and home Of what your har vests yield.
But come
the world
and make
re spect The till ers of the ground.

And
A wake, then,
wake!
fed,
must
be
world
great
a
the
heav en gives the

22

that
the
holds
bread,
ers
of
the
The
pow er To the hand
Yes,
broth
plow,

27

the bread.
peo ple must be fed, And heav en gives the pow er To the hand
that holds

24
Song of Spring

Come ye where gold of May is

3

4

43
= 126

twin ing;

8
16

shin ing,

Spring. Glad some the morn ing, The land

24

Come ye where buds of flowrs are

As to the bells of fair ies chim ing,

is
gay,

Arthur Pearson (18661936)

ra diant
Trip we thro bowrs of

Come ye where gold of May is shin ing,

33

O ver the mead ows

Oer the

way; Ech oes the brook let by wood and lea: Sing, sing, O
f

heart, be

trip (trip) a

glad with

me!

Come ye where buds of flowrs are twin ing,

41

As to the bells of fair ies chim ing,

49
= 104
mp

Trip

8

54
we, oh, so
light ly, where dew y grass is

we, oh, so

Trip

59

blos
stray

say ing: Come, come

cresc.

sway ing, Where mid
mp
ing.
Tis
Tis

the fair

the fair

play ing; all

the hour of play
May ing; to

the hour of

say ing: Come, come ye forth a

sway ing, Where mid

stray ing.
cresc.

but ter flies are

voi ces are

but ter flies are

som the
voi ces are

ly, where dew y grass is

8
blos som the

8

light

Basses humming

ra diant Spring.
Trip we thro bowrs of

25
ing; all

wake!
wake!

joy

ye forth a May ing; to joy

26
65
f

Light of Day re

Light of Day re

turn eth,

turn

eth,

cresc.

peal ing,
glo ry of Spring burn eth; Joy notes


peal ing,

peal ing,
Light of Day re turn eth,

8
Light of Day re
71

rall.
gay mu sic

gay mu sic

8

77
turn eth,
gay mu sic
make.
make.
make.

gay mu sic
p

Light re turn eth,

Light re turn eth,

Light re turn eth,

make.
ly is the lark sing ing,

8
Ligh
notes peal
ff molto rall.

Glo ry of Spring

ly is the lark sing ing, Glad
ness

burn eth;
Glo ry of Spring burn eth;

mp

burn eth;

ring
ing,

Wel come,
Up ward wing ing, glad ness ring ing, Un

ing,
re turn eth, Glo ry of Spring burn eth;

Tenors humming
Gai
Joy

Glo ry of Spring

mp a tempo

Gai
glo ry of Spring burn eth;

Un
to all the

to all the
82

Wel
27
mf

ly is the lark sing ing, Up ward wing ing,
Wel come the May! Gai
come,

8

Gai
Wel come,


mes sage bring ing: Wel come the May!
88

Wel

glad ness ring ing, Un to all the mes sage bring ing: Wel come the May!

glad ness ring ing, Un to all the mes sage bring ing: Wel

glad nes ring ing, Un to all the mes sage bring ing: Wel come the May!
come,
94

Come,
Come,
Wel come,
ff
D.C. al Coda
May!
come

come.
light ly trip ping, come.

oh,
come.
Sing,

Sing,

Sing, sing, O

me!

be glad with

heart!

heart!

be glad with
heart!
Sing, sing, O heart!

May! Light ly trip ping,

oh,

Light ly trip ping, come,
oh, come.

come,
Wel come

mes sage bring ing: Wel come the May! Gai
me!

be glad with me!

be glad with
me!
28
With Horse and Hound
H. L. Darcy Jaxone (d. 1915)
Alfred J. Caldicott (18421897)
= 116)

86

1. For horse and hound the
ff Taran ta ra, Ta ran ta ra, Ta ran ta ra, Ta ran ta ra
2. The fox is
found, the

6

8

mf

8

The horn doth
horn doth sound, Ta ran ta ra, Ta ran ta ra, Ta ran ta ra, ta
ra.
horn doth sound, Ta ran ta ra, Ta ran ta ra, Ta ran ta ra, ta
ra. The horn doth

f

mf

15

sound For horse and hound, Ta ran ta ra, Ta ran ta ra, Ta ran ta ra, ta ra. So the
Ta ran ta ra, Ta ran ta ra, Ta ran ta ra, ta ra. To be
sound, For the fox is found,

Allegro vivace (

22

gin to bark and bay, And the hors es

am ble a long the way, While the
dogs be
in at the death the hunt ers ride, And skim like the wind oer the coun try side, For the

ff mf

cresc.
30

42

red coats mus ter in strong ar ray, They mus ter in strong ar ray, Ta ran ta ra. A
brush is the Queen of Beau tys pride, The Queen of
Beau tys pride, Taran ta ra. A

2

4

29
Allegretto ( = 138)

f

42

A hunt ing we will go,
Through ma ny a co zy cov ert, For the
hunt ing we will go,

2

4
38
mf
mp

scent
A hunt ing we will go,
A hunt
ing
is keen I trow,

50

cresc.
61

f

cresc.
With horse and hound,

where
game is found, A hunt ing

we will go,

ff

we will go, Taran ta

ra.
The Flight of Love
p
43

3
4

f
Folk Song
dim.

fly to thee;
1.
If
I a bird ling were, And with two wings could fly,
Id
2. Though far a way from thee, Dream ing Im eer with thee, Whis pring to thee;
3. There is no hour at night When thy dear im
age bright Strays from my heart.
p

7

as no wings are

cresc.

f rit.3 e dim.

But,
mine, But,
as no wings are mine, That can not be.
But, when I wake at last,
But, when I wake at last, Then Im a lone.
Thoust said ten thou sand times, Thoust said
ten thou sand times, That mine thou art.

30
Oft in the stilly night
p
42
p

Thomas Moore (17791852)

1. Oft in the stil ly night, Ere
2. When I re mem
ber all The

2

4
p

slum bers chain
Fond mem ry
Ive seen
a
hath bound me,

friends so linkd to geth
er,

Scotch Air

p
mf cresc.
f

brings the light Of oth er days a round me. The smiles, the tears of boy hoods years, The
a lone Some
in autumn weath er, I feel like one who
round
me fall Like leaves

treads

6

11
f

words of love then spo

ban quet hall de sert

15
rit.

eyes that shone, now dimmd and gone, The

ken, The
ed, Whose lights are fled, whose
gar lands dead, And

pp

cheer ful hearts now bro

de part
all but he
ken!
ed.

pp

20

Sad mem ry brings
bound me,

rit.

Thus, in the stil ly night, Ere slum bers chain hath

the light Of

pp

oth er days

a round me.

31

mf

The Minstrel Boy

Irish Air, The Moreen

1. The min strel boy to the war is

gone, In the ranks of death youll find
2. The min strel fell, but the foe mans chain Could not bring his proud soul un

him; His
der; The

Land of song! said the

shall
said, No chains

war rior bard, Tho all the world be
sul ly thee, Thou
soul of love and

rights
sword at least thy
made
for
songs were
the

pure

13

tray thee, One

brave ry! Thy

shall guard, One

faith ful harp shall praise
and free, They
shall nev er sound in slave

him.
der, And
fa thers sword he hath gird ed on, And his wild harp slung be hind
harp he lovd nev er spoke a gain, For he tore its chords a sun

thee.
ry.

32
Killarney

1.
2.
3.
4.
3

By
Kil lar
In
nis fal
No place else
Mu sic there

neys lakes and fells,

lens
ru ined shrine
can charm the eye
o dwells,
ech
for

5
3

10

Michael William Balfe (18081870)

3
Em
rald isles
May
sug gest
With such bright
Makes each
sound

and
a
and
a
wind
pass
va
har

ing bays,
ing sigh;
ried tints,
mo ny;

er
Moun tain paths and wood land dells, Mem ry ev
But mans faith can neer de cline Such Gods won ders
Ev ry rock that you pass by, Ver dure broid ers
Ma ny voiced the cho rus swells, Till it faints in

fond ly strays. Boun teous na ture

float ing by; Cas tle Lough and
or be sprints. Vir gin there the
ec sta sy. With the charm ful

loves all lands, Beau ty wan ders ev ry where, Foot prints leaves on ma ny strands,
Ea gles Nest; Still at Mu cross you must pray
Glen a bay; Moun tains Tore and
green grass grows, Ev ry morn springs na tal day, Bright hued ber ries daff the snows,
bove to vie, All rich col ors that we know
tints be low, Seems the heavn a

3
pp a tempo
rall.

15
But her home is

sure
Though the monks are
now
Smil ing win ters frown
Tinge the cloud wreaths in

ly there! An gels fold their wings and rest, In that E den

at rest. An gels won der not that man There would fain pro
E den
a way. An gels oft en paus ing there, Doubt if
that sky. Wings of an gels so might shine, Glanc ing back soft

20
of
long
were
light
the
lifes
more
div

86
cresc.
Beau
Beau tys home, Kil
Beau tys home, Kil
Beau tys home, Kil


tys home, Kil lar

West,
span,
fair,
ine,

lar
lar
lar
ney,
ney,
ney,
ney,

3
f

Ev
Ev
Ev
Ev
er
er
er
er
fair
fair
fair
fair

Loves Young Dream

Kil
Kil
Kil
Kil

33

lar
lar
lar
lar

ney.
ney.
ney.
ney.
Irish Air

1.
Oh! the days are gone, when beau ty bright My hearts chain wove; When my
er fame may soar, When wild youths past; Though he
pur
2. Though the bard to
is neer for got, Which first
3.
No! that hal lowd form
love traced; Still it

6

8

5

dream of life from morn till night, Was love, still

win the wise, who frowned be fore, To smile at
ling ring haunts the green est spot On mem rys

10

love; New hope may bloom, and

last; Hell nev er meet a
waste; Twas o dor fled, as

days may come Of mild er, calm er beam, But theres noth ing half so sweet in life As
joy so sweet In all his noon of fame, As when first he sung to wom ans ear His
soon as shed; Twas morn nings wing ed dream; Twas a light
that neer can shine a gain On

15

loves young dream, No! theres noth ing half so sweet in life As loves young dream.
soul felt flame, And at
ev ry close she blushed to hear The one loved name.
lifes dull stream, Oh! twas
light
which neer can shine a gain On lifes dull stream.

34

83

1. I
2. I
3
8

I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls


dreamt I dwelt in mar
ble halls, With vas sals and serfs at my side,
dreamt that suit ors sought my hand; That knights up on bend ed knee,

And of all who as sem bled with in

those walls That I was the hope and the pride.
with
maid
en
heart
And
vows
no
could

with stand, They pledged their faith to me,

But I
But I
al so
al so

32

I had rich es too great to count; could boast Of a

ble host Came
And I dreamt that one of that no

high an ces tral

forth my hand to

dreamt, which pleased me most, That you loved me still the same, that you
dreamt, which charmed me most, That you loved me still the same, that you

name;
claim;

loved me you loved me still the same, That you loved me, you loved me still the same.
loved
me, you loved me still the same, That you loved
me, you loved me still the same.

35
The Heart Bowed Down

3

3


1. The heart bowed down by weight of woe, To weak est hopes will cling, To thought and im pulse
2. The mind will
in its worst de spair Still pon der oer the past, On mo ments of de

3
6

3

3

3

3
while they flow, That can no com

light that were Too beau ti ful
3

3

3
11
fort bring, that can,

to last, that were
that can no
too beau ti
com
ful

fort bring; To
to last; To

those ex cit ing scenes will blend, Oer plea sures path way thrown; But mem ry is the
long de part ed years ex tend, Its vis ions with them flown; For mem ry is the

3

3
16

on ly friend That grief can call its own, That

on ly friend That grief can call its own, That
3

3

grief can call its

grief can call its

own, That grief can call its own.

own, That grief can call its own.

36
Who would not fight for freedom?

Old Scotch Air

poco rit.

f

4

would

Ven ice threat end by the Hun,

For our help a cross the sea,
Ev ry man of cour
age tried,

10

not up
not stand
let ev

and ral ly
with Eng land
ry free man

Quick ly
cross the
o cean
let us
We have heard their weep ing chil dren;
Let him heed his
coun trys sum mons,
Ere the cru

done.
el deed is
Come and fight and set them free.
Let him stand on Free doms side.

lys fair
It
plains are rav aged,
a
We have heard their
wo men call ing
man whose heart is loy al,
Ev ry
At the great Re pub lics word?

re pel the foes ad vance?
To
Fight,
his coun trys life to save.

would
would
then,

Who
Who
Up,

would not fight for Free dom?

would not fight for Bel gium?
would not fight

the Prus sian?

the sword?
for France?
a slave?
not draw
would not fight
man would be
Who
Who
What

1. Who
2. Who
3. Who

Who

would

not fight

for Free dom?

Who would not draw the sword? Who would not up and ral ly

12

Robert Burns (17591796)

37

At the great
Re pub lics word?

John Anderson, my jo
Harmonized by Max Vogrich (18521916)

7

bon nie brow was brent; But now your brow is bald, John, Your locks are like the snow,

13

1. John An der son, my jo, John, When we were first ac quent, Your locks were like the ra ven, Your

bless ings on your frost y pow, John An der son, my

Yet,

jo. 2. John An der son, my jo, John, We

clamb the hill to gith er; And mon ie a cant y day, John, Weve had wi ane an ither. Now we maun tot ter

pi adagio

26

down, John, But hand inhand well go, And
well sleep togither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.

19
38
Flow Gently, Sweet Afton
p
43

Jonathan E. Spilman (18121896)

ly, Ill sing thee a

1. Flow gent ly, sweet Af ton, a mong thy green braes; Flow gent
of
2. How loft y, sweet Af ton, thy neigh bor ing hills, Far marked with the cours es
it glides, And winds by the cot where my
3. Thy crys tal stream, Af ton, how love ly

3

4
p
7

song in thy praise; My Ma rys a sleep by thy mur mur ing stream, Flow gent ly, sweet
clear wind ing rills! There dai ly I wan der, as morn ris es high, My flocks and my
Ma ry re sides! How wan ton thy wa ters her snow y feet lave, As, gath ring sweet

14

piu mosso

re sounds from the

Af ton, dis turb not her dream. Thou stock dove, whose ech o
Ma rys sweet cot in my eye. How pleas ant thy banks and green val leys be
flow rets, she stems thy clear wave! Flow gent ly, sweet Af ton, a mong thy green

20

poco rit.

f

a tempo

wild whist ling black birds in yon thorn y

dell, Thou green crest ed
hill, Ye
low, Where wild in the wood lands the prim ros es blow! There oft, as mild
My Ma
my lays;
braes, Flow gent ly, sweet riv er, the theme of
rys a

26

p

pp

f

I charge you, dis turb not my slum ber ing fair.

lap wing, thy scream ing for bear,
The sweet scent ed birk shades my Ma ry and me.
eve ning creeps o ver the lea,
sleep by the mur mur ing stream, Flow gent ly, sweet Af ton, dis turb not her dream.

pp

39
Walter Scott (17711832)

86

1. To the
2.
Dun
3. There are
4. Then a

Bonnie Dundee

o Con ven tion twas

he
he is mount ed,
be yond Pent land, and
the
to the hills, to
Lords
dee
hills
wa

6

8

3

Old Scotch Air
Cla ver who spoke,

rides up the street,
lands be yond Forth,
caves, to the rocks,

Ere the
The
If theres
Ere I

Kings crown go down there are crowns to be broke; So let each Cav a lier who loves
bells are rung back ward, the drums they are beat, But the pro vost, douce man, said, Just
lords in the Low lands, theres chiefs in the North; There are brave Duinne was seis, three
a u sur per
And trem ble, faus Whigs, in the
Ill couch wi a fox;
own

6

me,
hon our and
be,
een let
it
thou sand times three,
midst o your glee,

Come
fol low
For the town is
Will cry, Hie, for
Ye hae
no seen

the
weel
the
the
bon
rid
bon
last
nets o
o that
nets o
o my

Bon nie Dun dee.

deil o Dun dee.
Bon nie Dun dee.
bon nets and me!

Come
fill up my can, Come sad dle my hors
fill up my cup, come
es and call out my men;

Un
hook the West port and let us gang free, For its up wi the bon nets o Bon nie Dun dee!

40

86

1. Ye banks and braes o

2. Oft hae
I rovd by
6
8

Bonnie Doon
Scotch Air, The Caledonian Hunts Delight

bon nie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
bon nie Doon, To see the rose
and wood bine twine;

How can ye chaunt, ye

When il ka bird
sang
tle birds,
its love,
lit
o
And
And

sae wea ry,

I
fond ly sae did
fu
I
of care?
o mine.

Thoult break my heart, thou warb ling bird, That won tons through the flow ry thorn,
Wi
light some
its thorn y tree;
heart I pud a rose, Fu sweet up on

me
Thou mindst
But
my fause

to

re turn.
o de part ed joys, De part ed nev er
lov er
stole my rose, And, ah! he left the thorn wi me.

Hark! the vesper hymn is stealing

Folk Song

1. Hark! the ves per hymn is steal ing Oer the wa ters soft and clear; Near er yet and
2. Now like moon light waves re treat ing To the shore it dies a long; Now like an gry
3. Once a gain sweet voic es ring ing Loud er still the mu sic swells; While on sum mer

6

near er peal ing Soft it breaks up on the ear,

sur ges meet ing Breaks the min gled tide of song.
breez es wing ing Comes the chime of ves per bells.

p

13

Far
ther now and
Hark! a gain like
On
the sum mer

far
waves
breez

ther steal ing

re treat ing
es wing ing

41

Ju bi la te, Ju bi la te, Ju bi la te, A men.


rit.

it fades up
Soft
To the shore it
Fades the chime of

on the ear.
dies a long
ves per bells.

In the Spring
mf
f

p

p

Folk Song
1. In the Spring, in the Spring, Sweet and fresh is

ev ry thing; Win ter winds no
My fond heart yearns toward Him still. Should the heavns be
as God will,
2. As God will,
in sor row
3. Hush, my heart, hush, my heart! Joy will come and pain de part. If

cresc.
6

f

a
more are blow ing, Blos soms fair
gain are grow ing, Gai ly mounts the
ver cloud ed, All the earth in dark ness shroud ed, Light will sure ly
o
thou art weep ing, Great er peace thou shalt be
er lift
reap ing, Ev
thine

10

lark on high!
shine a gain.
eyes a bove.

p

cresc.

f

In the Spring, in the Spring, Sweet and fresh is

ry thing.
ev
as God will,
As God will,
My fond heart yearns toward Him still.
Hush, my heart, hush, my heart!
Joy will come and
pain de part.

42
The Separation

1. With all my soul then let us part,

2. Weve had some hap py hours to geth er,
3. Fare well, and when some fu ture lov er
4.
I think I should be sweet ly blest,

heart,
wea
cov
prest,

If
you will send back mine to me,
If
we had no thing else but spring.
All the charms
that once were mine,
He loves not half
so well as I.

will send you home your

And I
And spring would be but gloom y
ex ult ing joy dis
And in
And say while to his bo som

J. C. Engelbrecht, 1857
Since both are anx ious to be free,

But Joy must of ten change its wing,
Shall claim the heart which I
re sign,
If
in
a fond im per fect sigh,
will send you home your heart,

And I
wea ther,
And spring would be but gloom y
ex ult ing joy dis
cov er
And in
bo
som
his
to
prest,
Youd say while

If you will send back mine to me.

ther, If we had nought else but spring.
er All the charms that once were mine.
He loves not half so well as
I.

Bonnie Charlie

Lady Nairne

Bon nie Char lies now a wa;

1.
Safe ly owre the friend ly main;
2. Ye trust ed
in your Hie land men, They trust ed you, dear Char
lie! They
puir
3. Eng lish bribes were a in vain, Tho
er
puir
and
we
maun
be;

43

Mon y a heart will break in twa, Should he neer come back a gain.
brav
ile
kent your hid ing in the glen, Death or ex
ing. Will ye no come
for
Sil ler can na buy the heart That beats
and
thine
thee.
aye

10

back a gain? Will yeno come back
a gain? Bet ter loed ye can na be Will yeno come back
again?

Auld Lang Syne

First verse, traditional

p
2

4

1. Should auld ac quain tance
Other verses, Robert Burns (17591796)
2.
3.
4.

nev er brought to
be for got, And

mind? Should
a boot the braes, And pud the gow ans fine; But weve
twa hae run
i the burn, Frae morn in sun till dine,
But
twa hae sport ed
y
thine;
Well
a
heres a hand, my trust
frien,
hand
o
gies
And

We
We
And
2
4
5

Traditional

auld ac quain tance be for got,

wan derd mon y a wea ry foot,
seas be tween us braid bae roared
o kind
tak a cup
ness yet,

And days
Sin auld
Sin auld
auld
For

lang syne?

of auld
lang
lang
lang
syne.
syne.
syne.

10

syne,
my dear,
For auld lang syne; Well
tak acup o kind ness yet For

auld lang
For

auld lang syne.

44
Castles in the Air

James Ballantine (18081877)

Jean o Aberdeen
Bonnie

1. The bon nie, bon nie bairn sits pok in in the ase,
Glow rin in the fire wi his
2. He sees muck le cas tles tow rin to the moon, He sees
lit tle sodg ers
3.
Sic a night in win ter may weel mak him cauld; His chin up on his buf fy hand will

4

Laugh in at the fuf fin lowe what

wee
sees he there?
round face;
Warlds whom lin up and doun, blaz in wi a flare,
pu in them a doon;
soon mak him auld; His brow
is bent sae braid, oh
pray that Dad dy Care Wad

7

Ha! the young dream ers big gin cas tles in the air!
Losh! how he loups as they glim mer in the air!
wi his cas tles in the air.
let the wean a lane

10

wee chub by face, an his

His
a sae sage he looks, what
For
Hell glow er at the fire, an hell

tow zy cur ly pow Are laugh in an nod din

to the danc in lowe; Hell
can the lad die ken? Hes think in up on nae thing, like mon y migh ty men; A
keek at the light; But mon y spark
are swal

up by night;
ling stars
lowed

13

brown his
ros y cheeks
wee thing maks us think,
Auld
er
een than
his

and
a
are

singe his
sun
sma thing maks
glam ourd
by

ny hair,
us stare,
a glare,

There are

15

Glow
mair
Hearts

rin at
folk
are bro
the
than
ken,

imps
him
heads

wi their
big
gin
turnd
wi
are

cas
cas
cas

tles
tles
tles

45

in
in
in
the air!
the air!
the air!

My Lodging is on the Cold Ground

John Gay (16851732), based on a song from 1665 or earlier
English Folk Song, 17th or 18th Century

6

8

the
1. My lodg ing is on
2. Ill twine thee a gar land of

is
that which grieves me more
love,
en hopes will thaw,
froz

6
8
5

9

still
turn

13
cold ground, And hard, ver y hard is my fare,

straw, love, Ill mar ry thee with a rush ring;
I cry,
to me,

thou
thou
turn,
own
oh!
my

art the on
art the on
ly
ly

love,
love,
I
I

one,
one,
love,
love,

cold ness of my
The
And mer ri ly we will

dear.
sing.

pri thee, love, turn

pri thee, love, turn
That
That

art
art

a
a
dord
dord

by
by

Yet
Then

me;
me;
to
to
But
My
For
For

me.
me.
46

Darling Nelly Gray

Benjamin R. Hanby (18331867)

green
val ley on the old Ken tuck y shore, There Ive
1. Theres a
low
2. When the moon had climbd the moun tain and the
3.
One
night I went to see her, but, shes
4.
My ca noe is
un der wa ter and my
5.
My
eyes are get ting blind ed, and
I

3

6

lit
lit
wear
song
see

tle
tle
her
shall
my

1-4. Oh! my
5. Oh! my

11

cot
red
life
be
Nel

tage
ca
a
un
ly
door,
Where
noe, While my
way,
As she
sung, While I
Gray,
Fare

nev er see my dar ling a ny

nev er take
you from me a ny

lived my
dar ling
ban jo
sweet ly
tolls in the cot ton
stay on the old Ken
well to the old Ken

poor
Nel ly Gray,
dar ling Nel ly Gray,

way,
A
sit ting and a
Gray,
And wed float down the
chain; They have tak en her to
more,
My
eyes shall look
door Oh! I hear the an gels

whiled ma ny hap py hours a

my dar ling Nel ly
take
white man bound her with his
of liv ing a ny
tired
some bod y knock ing at the
stars were shin ing too, Then Id

The
gone! the neigh bors say,
ban jo is un strung, Im
can not see my way; Hark! theres
they have
up in

more,
more,

Nel ly
I would
and the
tuck y
tuck y

a way,
tak en you
heav en there they say,

Im a
Im a

sing ing
riv er
Geor gia
down ward,
call ing,

by the
in my
for to
and my
and I

Gray.
play.
cane.
shore.
shore.

And Ill
That theyll

and Im
sit ting by the riv er

com ing,
com ing, com ing, as the

14

weep ing all the day, For youve

an gels clear the way, Fare

1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
Fare
Oh,
Un
Ive
Now

He

dun
death
bands
life
light,
geons
but
from
of
thou
dark
part
off
sturt
sun

and
ing
my
and
shine

strong,
breath?
hands,
strife;
bright,

ran

playd

in
all
must
tain

ting ly,
sae wan

a spring, an

shore.
shore.

The wretch s des

On
mo nie a blu
And bring to me
die by trea
I
be neath
And all

ton ly,
daun
Sae

low

nie!
plain
sword;
ie:
sky!

ti
die
my
cher
the
der gal lows

scorn him yet
this place I
a
Scot land, But Ill brave him at
a
de part, And
not
a ven ged
his name, The wretch that
dares not
dancd it round, Be
Jamie MacPherson (16751700)

Pher sons time will not be long On
yon

Sae

Mac
dared his face, and
Ive
And theres not a man in
burns my heart I
It
cow ard shame dis
May

from
to
gone
well

the old Ken tuck y
the old Ken tuck y

MacPhersons Farewell
well, ye
what is
tie these
lived a
fare well,

47

ting ly
gaed

the gal lows

tree.
gain!
word.
be.
die!

he;

tree.

48

86

Farewell

toFiunary

Norman MacLeod (18121872)

fair, the day is fine, And swift ly, swift ly runs the time; The
1. The wind is
A wake this day my plain tive sighs, My
2. A thou sand, thou sand ten der ties
See, they spread the flap ping sails! A
I must leave those hap py vales,
3. But

6
8
5

boat
heart
dieu,

is float
with in
a dieu

ing
me
my

on the tide
al most dies
na tive dales!

me off from
That wafts
At thought of leav ing
Fare well, fare
well to

Fiu
Fiu
Fiu
na ry.
na ry.
na ry.

9

We must up and haste a way,
We must up and haste a way,

13

We must up and haste a way, Fare well, fare
well
to Fiu na ry.

Westering
Home
Hugh S. Roberton

Chorus

6

8

West ering home, and a song
in the air, Light
in the eye and its good bye to care.

6
8

5

Fine

Laugh ter o love, and a wel com ing there,
Isle of my heart, my own one.

9

13

1. Tell me o lands o the O ri ent gay;

2. Where are the folk like the folk o the west?

49

Speak o the rich es and joys o Ca thay.

ty and cou thy and kind ly, the best;
Can

Eh, but its grand to be wak in ilk day To find your self near er to
There I would hie me and there
I would
rest At hame wi my ain folk in

6
8

o
1. Three score
2. Haund your tongue,
3. There is, Glen
4.
Then to Glen
5.
Pale and wan
6
8

4

flowr
that
let
tear
eer

o
can
ter
in
he

rade up
no bles
doch ter, theres bet
a
lo gie,
let
but sma
fel dys
was she when Glen lo

Glenlogie

his milk
Wi
them a
Tho Doum lie
na be;
for thee! The
first line
her hair, Yere wel come,
sat down; She
turned

Glen
Yet
But
Yere
O

lo
if
ere
wel
din

gie,
I
he
come,
na

dear
maun
had
Glen
fear,

mo
tak
read
lo
mo

white steed and

great er
is
lookd at,
he
lo gie,
Glen
wa wi
a

his
and
a
yere
a

ther,
him,
throt
gie,
ther,

Glen
Ill
tears
your
Ill

D.C.

la.
la.

Scottish

Folk Song

the Kings ha But bon nie

ter than he, O say na
ter for thee, O there is,
mirth was there, An bon nie
gie gaed ben, But ro sy

Is
Is

lo
cer
blind
Jea
may

Glen lo gies
sae, mo ther,
Glen lo gie,
Jeans mo ther
red grew she

bon nie
rich er
licht lauch
wel come,
smile in

gie
tain
ed
nie
be

the
for
a
was
when
black
than
lauched
quo
her

for
ly
his
to
no

me!
dee.
ee.
see.
dee!

ee,
he,
he,
she,
ee.
50

Cliff Hanley

Scotland the Brave

19th Century Scottish Folk Song

1. Hark! When the night is fall ing, Hear! Hear, the pipes are call ing, Loud ly and
2. High
in the mist y High lands, Out
by the pur ple is lands, Brave are the
3. Far
off
in sun lit plac es, Sad
are the Scot tish fac es, Yearn ing to

6

11

There where the hills are sleep ing,

are the winds to meet you,
Wild
Where trop ic skies are beam ing,
proud ly call ing, down through the glen.

hearts that beat be neath
Scot tish skies.
feel the kiss of sweet
Scot tish
rain.

Now feel the blood a leap ing, High as the spi rits of the old High land men.
Staunch are the friends that greet you, Kind as the love that shines from fair maid ens eyes.
Love sets the heart a dream ing, Long ing and dream ing for the home land a gain.

17

Tow

22

proud

27

ring in gal

stan dards

lant fame, Scot land my moun

glo ri ous ly

Land of the shin ing riv er,

wave,
Land

tain hame,

of my

High

may

your

high en deav our,

Land of my heart for ev er, Scot land the brave.

51
Uist Tramping Song

Hugh S. Roberton
John R. Bannerman

Chorus

Come a long, come a long, Let us foot it out to geth er; Come
a long, come
along,

fair or storm y wea
Be it
ther,
With
the hills of home
be fore us And the

Fine
6

pur ple of the hea ther, Let us sing in hap py cho rus, Come
a long, come along.

a wake With the
gai ly sings the lark, And the
all
1. So
skys
call of sea and shore, Its the tang of bog and peat,
2. Its the
And
the

11

prom ise of the day, For the road we glad ly take; So its heel and toe and for ward,
scent of brier and myr tle That
puts ma gic in our feet; So its on we go re joic ing,

D.C.

Bid ding fare well to the town, For the wel come that a waits us Ere the sun goes down.
ing Out
O ver brack
en, o ver stile; And its soon we will be tramp
the last long mile.

52
Scots wha hae

2

4

1. Scots, wha hae wi Wal lace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has

af ten led,

Old Scotch Air
Wel come to your
2. Wha would be
a trai tor knave? Wha would fill a cow ards grave? Wha sae base as
op pres sions woes an pains, By your sons in ser vile chains, We will drain our
3. By

2
4

6

vic to rie! Nows the day,

gor y bed, Or to
an nows the hour, See the front of
be a slave? Let him turn an flee! Wha, for Scot lands king and law, Free doms sword would
dear
est veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud
u sur pers low! Ty rants fall in

12

bat tle lour;
strong ly draw,
ev ry foe!

Ed wards powr, Chains an sla ve
See ap proach proud

Free man stand, and free man fa,
in
ev ry blow!
Lib er tys

Let
Let

with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine,

ro
sy wreath, Not
so much hon ring thee,

6

8

rie!
him on wi me!
us do or dee!
Drink to Me Only With Thine Eyes

Ben Jonson (15721637)

6

8

1. Drink to me on ly
2.
I sent thee late a

Or leave a kiss with

As giv ing it a

in
the cup, And Ill not ask for wine; The thirst that from the soul doth rise, Doth
on didst on ly breathe, And
hope that
there It could not with erd be; But thou there

6
11

53

ask a drink di vine, But might I of Loves nec tar sip,

I would not change for thine.
Not
sentst it back to me, Since
it
I
and
swear,
smells,
grows,
when

of it self but thee.

Gaily the Troubadour

42

When
his gui tar,

home from the war:

when oth ers slept:
soft
ly he came:
13

La dy love!
Trou ba dour!
La dy love!

19

come,
hith er I
would I might roam,
come,
hith er I

wel come me home!

come to thy home.
wel come me home!

La dy love!
Trou ba dour!
La dy love!

la dy love!
Trou ba dour!
la dy love!

come,
hith er I
would I might roam,
hith er I come,

Sing ing, From Pal es tine

Sing ing, In search of thee,

he was has ten ing

Sad ly she thought of him
Un der the
bat tle ment
wept,
name,

Sing ing, In search of thee,
Sing ing,
From Pal es tine
la dy love!
Trou ba dour!
la dy love!

Thomas Haynes Bayly (17971839)
1. Gai
ly the Trou ba dour touchd
2. She
for the Trou ba dour hope less ly
3. Hark! twas the Trou ba dour breath ing her
2
4

wel come me home!

thy home.
come to
wel come me home!

54
The harp that once through Taras halls

Irish Air, Gramachree

1. The harp that once through Ta ras halls, The soul of mu sic shed, Now hangs as mute on
la dies
2. No more to chiefs and
a lone, that
bright, The harp of Ta raswells; The chord,

6

Ta ras walls, As if that soul were fled; So sleeps the pride of form er days, So
breaks at night, Its tale of ru in tells: Thus Free dom now so sel dom wakes, The

11

glo rys thrill is oer; And hearts that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more.
on ly throb she gives Is when some
heart in dig nant breaks, To show that still she lives.

Could I a maiden find

mf

5

1. Could
I
2. Her
hair
3. And when
4. And
she

a maid
is fine
I came
will be

Folk Song

en
and
to
my

find,
brown,
sue,
bride,

As
good and sweet as
She looks de mure ly
She said she would be
ing side by
liv
And

kind,
down,
true,
side,

silk her nut brown hair, And dark her

fine as
a twink ling
eyes,
eyes are dark, her lips are
red, Shes all Ive thought and all Ive
gave her, bloom ing fra grant
Of Clove and
fair
est Ros ma
ly,
laugh,
well
world
we
one
one
as
the
Un
til
bid
well
cry,

good

And
Her
I
As
pair:
said:
ry.
bye:

mf

cresc.

Then she, then

And she, and
My
love, my
Then love, then
she,
she,
love,
love,

then she, then

and she, and
my
love, my
then love, then

f

she,
she,
love,
love,

then she
my
and shes the
my
love
is
then love, good

55
love should share.

Ill
wed.
one
to
see.
fair
bye!
bye, good

O Sole Mio
Eduardo di Capua (18651917)

Be hold the bril liant sun in all its splen dor For got ten is the storm, the clouds now
gold
Be hold
ra diant sun mid eve ning shad ows With
en light it cov ers all cre
the

Giovanni Capurro (18591920)
42
1.
2.
2
4

van ish. The fresh ning breez es, heav y airs will
a tion Un til it sinks be low the worlds
foun

7
14

23

ban ish Be hold the bril liant sun in
da tion Be hold the ra diant
sun mid

all its splen dor! A sun I know of thats bright er yet, This sun, my dear est tis naught but
eve ning
shad
ows!

sun shall
ev er be!
That
thee
my
so fair to see,
now
Thy face,

56
O Calm of Night
(In Stiller Nacht)
Swabian Folk Song

23
1. O
2. The
3
2
5

calm of night, when stars shone bright, A

sink ing soon, It
is
gold en moon

winds that blow, re

more at night the

13

re lief
no
from
through
stray
more well

one
love

whos gone;
I yearn;

soft voice sad ly

can not glow for
sing ing. The

sor row. No
o
low The sad tones sweet ly bring ing; Theres
ech
stars shine bright, My pain they too would bor row; No

9

Arranged by Johannes Brahms (18331897)

woe and grief, My

mead ows
gay; I

pain lin gers on,

till its re turn

hearts in sor row seek ing

pass my days in weep ing.

Haunts me a wake
My
vi gil Ill
or
be

The
For
sleep
keep
ing.
ing.
Ein Prosit

Ein Pro sit, ein

Pro sit der Ge mt lich

keit. Ein Pro sit, ein

Pro sit der Ge mt lich

Folk Song

keit!

57
The Ash Grove
Welsh Folk Song, Llwyn Onn

43
1. The ash grove, how grace ful, how plain ly tis speak ing, The wind through it play ing has
2. My laugh ter is
o ver, my step los es light ness, Old coun try
side mea sures steal

3
4
7

lan guage for me; When o ver its branch es the sun light is break ing, A host of kind
soft on my ear; I on ly re mem ber the past and its bright ness, The
dear ones I

14

fac es is gaz ing on

mourn
for
a gain gath er

me; The friends of

here. From out of

my child hood a gain are be

the shad ows their lov ing looks

Friends of
of the
Out

20

roam; With soft whis pers

fore me, Fond mem o ries wak en, as free ly I
greet me, And wist ful ly search ing the leaf y green dome,
find oth er
I
26

With
I

lad en its leaves rus tle oer me, The ash grove, the ash grove that shel tered my home.
fac es fond bend ing to greet me, The
ash grove, the ash grove a lone is my home.

58
The Battle Hymn of the Republic

Julia Ward Howe (18191910)
William Steffe (18301890)

mf

eyes have seen the glo
the Lord;
of
ry of
the com ing
1. Mine
2. I have seen Him in
a fie
3. I have read
4. He has sound ed forth
ty of
5. In the beau

a hun dred cir cling camps;

the watch fires of
ry gos
pel writ
in bur nished rows of steel:
call re treat;
the trum pet that shall nev
er
born
ies Christ
the lil
was a cross the sea,

is tramp ling out the vin

He
They have build ed Him an al
ye
As
deal with My con tem
is
He
ing out the hearts
sift
a
With
glo

ry in His bo

He
I
Let
Oh,
As

truth
day
God
God
God

is
is
is
is
is

tage where
tar
in
ners, so
of men
som
that

march
march
march
march
march

ing
ing
ing
ing
ing

on.
on.
on.
on.
on.

are

the grapes of wrath

stored;
the eve ning dews and damps;
with you My grace shall deal:
be fore His judg ment seat:
trans
fig ures you and me;

ful light ning of His ter ri ble swift sword; His
sen tence in the dim and flar ing
wo man crush the ser pant with His
bi lant, my
an swer Him! be ju
ly, let us die to make
ho
men

hath loosed the fate

can read His right eous
ro born of
the
He
be swift, my soul, to
He died
to make
men

7

f

Glo

ry, glo ry, Hal le

lu
jah!

lamps:
heel,
feet!
free,

His
Since
Our
While

Glo ry, glo ry, Hal le

59

jah!
lu
Glo ry, glo ry, Hal le lu
jah! His truth is march ing on.

The Roast Beef of Old England
Henry Fielding (17071754) and others
Richard Leveridge (16701758)

86

12
1. When
2. But
3. Our
4. Great
5. Then
6
8

It
en
To
And they
Which was
At

Our
Were
Which
As the
For the

no
eat
kept
doubt
Christ

7

Oh! the Roast

bled
their
o
less
mas,

sol
fed
made
land
man

diers
up
their
where
thats

Beef
learned
old
said,
Brit
Roast
have
of
tis
each
y
we
thers
del,
may
might
since
fa
Han
long

our
ra
pen
his
the

were
with
plump
good
well

Beef
of old

Eng

hearts
gouts
house
rea
sea

brave
noth
ten
mu
fed,

land,

was
from
were
could
on
the
ef
ro
eat
of

and

en
as
good
on
of
with
son
son

and
ing
ants
sic
sirs,

our
but
re
with
can
Eng
fem
bust,
din
beef

rich
well
cheer
Eng
peace

court
vain
joice
eat
nev
lish
in
stout,
ner
have
mans
ate
and
for
his

our

ed
as
all
land
and

iers
com
in
ing
er
food,
France
strong,
six,
fill

to
day
to
good

were

Roast

good.
sance.
song:
mix.
ill.
plais
this
they
do

lands
And oh for old Eng

blood.
dance,
long,
fix,
will,

Beef!

60
3
4

Anonymous, c. 1710, some verses, c. 1287
1. Gau de a mus
2. U bi sunt, qui
3. Vi ta nos tra
4. Vi vat a
ca

3
4
7

De Brevitate Vit
(Gaudeamus igitur)

i gi tur, Ju ve nes
an te nos In mun do
bre vis est, Bre vi fi
de mi a, Vi vant pro

dum
fu
ni
fes

6

8

mus;
re?
tur;
res,
bit
fu
par
in
hu
e
ce
flo

6
8

10

mus, Nos ha be
re, U bi jam
tur, Ne mi ni
re, Sem
per sint

Vive LAmour

bit
fu
par
in

hu mus.
e
re.
ce tur.
flo re.

Vi ve la com pag nie,

And drink to the health of our glo ri ous class,

The joy of his bo som and plague of his life. Vi ve la com pag nie.
A health to our dear
our kind wor thy host.

friend,

vi ve la mour, Vi ve la, vi ve la, vi ve la mour, vi ve la mour, vi ve la mour,

German Melody
Post ju cun dam ju ven tu tem,

Va di te ad
su pe ros,
Ve nit mors ve
lo ci ter,
Vi vat mem brum quod
li bet,

ev ry good fel low now fill up his glass,

1. Let
2. Now let ev ry mar ried man drink to his wife.
give you a toast
3. Come fill up your glass es, Ill

Post mo les tam se nec tu tem Nos ha be

Trans i
U bi jam
te ad in fe ros,
Ra pit nos a tro ci ter;
Ne mi ni
Vi vant mem bra quae li bet;
Sem per sint

su
e
e
so

ff
Vi ve la, vi ve la,

vi ve lacom pag nie!

61
Am I Not Fondly Thine Own

83

German Folk Song

thou knowst that I

1. Thou, thou reignst in this bos om, Here, here hast thou thy throne; Thou,
2. Then, then, een as I love thee, Say, say, wilt thou love me? Thoughts, thoughts, ten der and
thou, knowst that I
3. Speak, speak, love, I im plore thee; Say, say, hope shall be mine; Thou,

3

8
12

love thee, Am I not fond ly thine own? Yes, yes, yes, yes, Am I not fond ly thine own?
true, love, Say wilt thou cher ish for me? Yes, yes, yes, yes, Say wilt thou cher ish for me?
love thee, Say but that
thou wilt be mine; Yes, yes, yes, yes, Say but that thou wilt be mine.

Integer Vit
Quintus Horatius Flaccus (658 BC)

te ger vi t
1. In
ve per Syr tes
2. Si
3. Nam que me sil va
4. Qua le por ten tum
ne me pi gris
5. Po
ne sub cur ru
6. Po
8

scel e
i ter
lu pus
ne que
u bi
ni mi
ne
sum,
num
b
tus
ri

que
tu
Sa
li
la
pro

ar cu, Nec ve
ta lem Cau ca
ul tra Ter mi
le tis Nec Ju
au ra, Quod la
ga ta : Dul ce
ris
s
in
mi
nul
um
na tis
vel qu
cu ris
tel lus
mun di
den tem
pu
o
bi
ta
cam
pin

rus Non e get

sas, Si
ve fac
na, Dum me am
ris Dau ni as
Ar bor
pis
So lis in
qui

gra
lo
va
ge
ne
La

Friedrich F. Flemming (17781813)
vi da sa
ca fa bu
gor ex pe
ne rat, le
bu l ma
la gen a

tis, Fus
git
sus Lam
lo
di
tis, Fu
o
num A
lus que Jup
ma bo, Dul

Mau
tu
can
la
sti
ter
ris
rus
to
tis
va
ra

ce,
bit
git
ri
pi
ce
pha
Hy
in
da
ter
lo
ja
per
La
a
re
do
re
da
er
nu
ur
quen

cu lis,
in hos
la gen
lit s
cre a
mi bus
nec
pi
et
cu
tur
ne

tra.
spes.
mem,
trix.
get ;
tem.

62
p
43

Gent ly the breez es blow

3
4

Night Song

through
the for est; Birds

Folk Song
Swedish

es
voic
call
is
the night.
ing;
still

p

Wa ters be neath them gleam ing in moon
light Send

back
an
ing
danc
their
in light.
swers

mf

My dear
est heart,

art

No an swer comes

13

43
3
4

Oh heark

from

for

en to me!

est

or stream

Thou
rall.

let; Ech

my

soul cries to thee.

o but mocks

at me.

Robin Adair

1. Whats this dull town to me? Rob ins not near.

2. What made tha sem bly shine? Rob in A
dair.

a far,

Scottish Folk Song

What wast I wished to see,

What made the ball so fine?

hear?
What wished to
was there.
Rob in
12

on earth?
so sore?
heavn
heart

Oh! theyre all

was
Oh! it

63
fled
part

with thee,
ing with

A
A
Rob in
Rob in

dair.
dair.
Annie Laurie
William Douglas (c. 16721748)

3
Wheres all the joy and mirth, That made this town a
What, when the play was oer, What made my

Lady John Scott (18101900)

1. Max wel ton braes are bon nie, Where ear ly fas the dew, And its there that An nie
face it is the
2. Her brow is like the snaw drift Her throat is like the swan, Her
3. Like dew on the gow an ly ing Is the fa o her fair y
feet, Like the winds in sum mer

6

Lau rie,
fair est,
sigh ing,
11

ise

Gied me her prom

true,
That eer the sun shone on,
Her voice is low and sweet,

Id
Id
Id

Which
And
Shes

and dee.
lay me down
lay me down and dee.
lay me down and dee.

Gied me her prom ise true,

That eer the sun shone on;
Her voice is low and sweet;
neer for got will be; And for bon nie An nie Lau rie,
dark blue is her ee, And for bon nie An nie Lau rie,
a the world to me, And for bon nie An nie Lau rie,

64

1. By
2. Twas
3. The

3

6

yell
13

bon nie banks,

that we part
bird
ies sang

And
ed
And
by yon
In yon
the wild

Scottish Folk Song
bon nie braes,

shad y
glen
flow
ers spring

Where the
the
On
in
And

On the

and my true love Were

Where
me
mond,
ple
hue
pur
The
mond Where in
heart
kens
it
ing,
But the brok
Nae
en

ev er wont to gae
bon nie, bon nie banks of Loch Lo mond. Oh!
High land hills we view And the moon com in out
in the gloam ing. Oh!
sec ond Spring a gain Tho the wae
ful
ing. Oh!
frae
may
cease
their greet

shines bright on Loch Lo

sun
side of Ben Lo
steep, steep
the
sun shine
wa ters are sleep

yon
there
wee

Loch Lomond

take the high

road and Ill

take the low road, And Ill

be in Scot land
a fore

Lo
me and my true love well nev er meet a gain On the bon nie, bon nie banks of Loch

ye, But

mond.
65

1. Come
2. Twas
3. Its

3

o
down
not

the hills,
Kil lar
the part
ver
by
for

Red

13

Clear

is the rose

ling.
ing.
er.

And
Ill
And she swore
That
my

that in

is the wa ter that

Irish Folk Song

Fair

my

ev
ev
ev

er.
er.
er.

is the lil y of the val

love
is fair er than

love, and
on her
of my

Come
When the
Its
be your true love for

my love for
shed be
heart
is break ing for

flows from the Boyne But

You choose the rose,

The moon shone its rays
for
all
Tis
the loss

yon der gar den grows;

bon
I rish lass,
nie
green woods that we strayed
that
my sis ter pains;

dar
they were shin
of my moth

to your
ver the hills
I ll make the vow,

locks of gold en hair
rish lass
I
bon nie
my
neys
ing

o
moon and the stars
not
for the grief

Red is the Rose

ley;

an
y.
66

Dreaming of Home and Mother

John P. Ordway (18241880)

of home, dear old home! Home of my child hood and mo ther;
1. Dream ing
2. Sleep, balm y sleep,
3. Child hood has come,

5

close mine eyes,

come a gain,

Keep me still think ing of mo ther,

Sleep ing, I see my dear mo ther;

been dream ing of home

and mo ther.
Oft when I wake, tis sweet to find

Ive
Hark! tis her voice I seem to hear, Yes, Im dream ing of home and mo ther.
See her loved
form be side me kneel, While Im dream ing of home and mo ther.

9

Home, dear home, child hoods hap py home! When I played with sis ter and with bro ther;
An gels come, sooth ing me to rest,
I can feel their pres ence and none oth er;
Mo ther dear, whis per to me now, Tell me of my sis ter and my bro ther;

13

ver hill and through dale with mo ther.

Twas the sweet est joy when we did roam, O
For they sweet ly say I shall be blest With bright vis ions of home and mo ther.
Now I feel thy hand up on my brow, Yes Im dream ing
of home and mo ther.

17

dear old home!
Dream ing of home,
Home of my child hood and mo ther;

21

wake,
to
Oft when
find
Ive
been
ing
I
tis
sweet
dream
of home and mo ther.

67

42

By the Sad Sea Waves

1. By the sad sea waves,

2. From my care last night

ten while they moan
I lis
by ho ly sleep
Benedict (18041885)
! Sir Julius

!

A la ment oer graves

be guiled, In the! fair dream light
of
my
!
! !

2
4

!
!
!

4
! ! ! !

hope and plea sure gone. I was young, I was fair, I had once not a care, From the
mid the! dew, Ev ry! flowr that I !knew, Breathed a !
home up on me smiled. Oh, how
! sweet

!
!

! !
7

!

ris ing of the morn to the set ting of the sun; Yet I pine like a slave by the
gen tle wel come
by the!
back to the worn and wear y child.
I a! wake in my! grave

!

10
!

!
!

sad sea wave. Come a
gain, bright days of hope and plea sure gone, Come a
ful ly that smiled, Come a !
sad sea wave. Come a ! gain, dear

! !

dream
so peace

!
13

bright
days,
gain,
Come a
gain,
come
a
gain.
dear
dream,
gain,
Come a !
gain,
come
a
gain.

68
Sailing

86

pleas ant gale is on our lee; And
Godfrey Marks (18471931)
1. Yheave ho! my lads, the wind blows free,

A
2.
The sail ors life is bold and free, His home is on the roll ing
3.
The tide is flow ing with the gale, Yheave ho! my lads, set ev ry
6
8
9

soon a cross
nev
er heart
har bor bar
16

clear
brave
clear;

Our gal
Than his
Fare
well,
lant bark shall brave

who launch es on
once
more, to home

ly
the
so
part from Eng lands shores to night, A song well sing for
speeds in dis tant climes to roam, With jo cund song he
tem pest
rag es loud and long, The home shall be our

23

steer; But ere we
wave, A far he
dear, For when the

the o cean
more true or
we soon shall

sea; And
sail; The

home and beau ty bright.

rides the spark ling foam. Then heres to the sail or, and heres to the heart so true, Who will
guid ing star and song.

29

think of him up

on the wa ters blue!

Sail ing, sail ing,

o ver the bound ing main;

For

36

42

ma ny a storm y wind shall blow, ere

Sail ing,
Jack comes home a
gain!

69
sail ing,

main; For ma ny a storm y wind shall blow, ere Jack comes home a

o ver the bound ing

gain.

How can I leave thee

Thuringian Folk Song

mf

1. How can I leave thee! How can I from thee part! Thou on ly hast my heart,
2. Blue is a flow ret Called the For get me not, Wear it up on
thy heart,
3. Would I a bird were! Soon at thy side to be,
Fal con nor hawk would fear,

7

Sis
And
Speed

ter, be lieve.
think of me!
ing to thee.

12
bound to thine,
us shall stay
feet should lie,

No
That
Thou
p
Thou
Flow
When

soul of mine
hope may die,
fowl er slain,
hast this
ret and
by the

oth er
can
I
love,
way,
can not pass
a
sad ly shouldst com plain,
Save
Sis
Joy
So
Yet
I
rit.
close ly
love with
at
thy
thee a lone!
ter, be lieve.
ful Id die.
70
O Fair Dove, O Fond Dove

Jean Ingelow (18201897)
= 126

Alfred Scott Gatty (18471918)

1. Me thought the stars were blink ing bright, And the old brigs sails un furled;
this great hill,
Feed ing his sheep for aye;
2. My
true love fares on

I said, I will sail
I lookd in his hut,

this night At the oth er

side
was still,
gone
My
love
was

to my love
all
but

of the
a

world.
way.
sun
saild so fast,
I steppd a board, we
The
shot up from the bourn;
I went to gaze in the for est creek, And the dove mournd on
a pace;

= 92

O
O

fair
last

dove! O
love! O

fond
first
dove! And
love! My

and mourn, and
to show me his

But a dove that perchd up on the mast Did mourn,

No flame did flash, nor fair blue reek Rose up

dove with the white, white

love with the true,
true

mourn.
place.

breast,
heart,

Let me a lone, the dream is my own, And my heart is full

To think I have come to this thy home, And
yet we are

3. My

love!

He stood

at
my

right hand,

His eyes

were
grave and

rest.
part.

sweet.

Me thought he said, In this far land, O, is it thus we meet? Ah! maid, most dear,

sea or shore,
by
No dwell
I am not here; I have no place, no part,
more
ing

But on ly in thy heart. O fair dove! O fond dove! Till night rose o ver the bourn

The dove on the mast, as we saild fast, Did mourn, and mourn, and mourn.

of
a
71

72
America the Beautiful
mf

1. Oh beau ti ful for spa cious skies, For
Katherine Lee Bates (18591929)

Samuel Augustus Ward (18471903)

12

thee,
flaw,

seen
light
breast,

mer i ca! God shed His grace on

mer i ca! God mend thine ev ry

with bro ther hood From sea to shin ing
in self con trol, Thy lib er ty in

rall.
sea!
law!

Theres Music in the Air


1. Theres mu sic in the air,


And crown thy good

Con firm thy soul

f

maj es ties A bove the fruit ed plain! A mer i ca! A
free dom
beat A cross the wil der ness! A mer i ca! A

am ber waves of grain, For pur ple moun tain

pas siond stress, A thor ough fare for
2. O beau ti ful for pil grim feet, Whose stern im

When the in fant morn is nigh, And faint its blush is

When the noon tides sul try beam Re flects a gold en
When the twi lights gen tle sigh
Is lost on eve nings

On the bright and laugh ing sky.

On the dis tant moun tain stream.
As its pen sive beau ties die:

Ma ny a harps ec stat ic sound

When be neath some grate ful shade
Then, O, then, the loved ones gone

11
73

Thrills us with its joy pro found, While we list, en chant ed there, To the mu sic in the air.
Sor rows ach ing head is laid, Sweet ly to the spi rit there Comes the mu sic in the air.
Wake the pure, ce les tial song; An gel voi ces greet us there With
the mu sic in the air.

86

The Old Time

1. Twas when the hay

2. Your voice was low
3.
The years have come
4. Though gen
tly chang
6
8

And while the wes

Your cheek was like
And
sil vered is
Your voice has still

Then hand in hand

Your eyes were like
ma ny a soft
In
years
And
can nev

When

I

was one

was
and
and
ing

tern
the
the
the

and

rich
rose
hair
tone,

gie,
gie, Your
gie, With
gie, Has
Mag
Mag
Mag
Mag
sky was
wild red
silk en
old sweet

close
the
and
er,
mown,
sweet,
gone,
time,

twen

ty, Mag,

The
With
The
The

dew
y
dew
y
fair est
heart you

And
you
were

With sun sets ros

y
That showrs its pet als
That
oer your shoul ders
Your
eyes the old love

In the long years a go,

wav
y hair was brown,
sun
shine and with shade,
touched you in his flight,
linked we passed
blue speed well
way ward tress,
nev
er change,

J. R. Thomas, 1873

glow,
down;
strayed,
light,

ricks be
mois ture
ev
er
gave, I

sev en

tween,
sheen,
seen,
ween,

teen.

74
Dixie
mf

42

1. I
wish I was in the land of cot ton, Old times there are not for got ten,
Look
a
way!
Look
a

2
4

Dan Emmett (18151904)

way! Look a way!

6

frost

12
p

In Dix ie Land where
Dix ie Land!
I was born in,

Dix
y morn in, Look
Look
way!
a
a
way!
Look
way!
ie Land!
a

Ear ly

f 3

3

Then I wish I was in
3

3
3

Dix ie, Hoo
ray! Hoo ray! In Dix ieLand,
Ill take my stand
To live and die in

18
25

way, A way,

A way
south in Dix ie;
down

A way, A way,

on one

Dix ie; A

south
A way
down
in Dix ie.

rall.
75
The Bonnie Blue Flag

Harry McCarthy, 1861
Folk Song, The Irish Jaunting Car

86

1. We
are a band of broth ers,
and na tive to the soil,
2. As
long
as the U nion
was faith ful to her trust,
3. Then heres to our Con fed e ra cy, so strong we are and brave,
6
8
6

10

rose near
our rights
we would

South ern rights hur

and
to
pre

far,
mar,
fer,

a sin gle star.
star!
star.

rah
Hur
for
We hoist on high
cheer for
So

Hur
when our rights were

now, when North ern
ther
ra
than sub
But
And

rah! Hur
for the Bon
nie Blue Flag
rah

just;
save:

And
and toil;
Bon nie Blue Flag that bears

Bon nie Blue Flag that bears a sin gle
Bon
nie Blue Flag that bears a sin gle
19

ty, With trea sure, blood,

Lib er
kind were we
and
thers,
Bro
to
old well fight, our her
i tage
the cry
threat ened,
at tempts
treach e ry
mit
to shame, to die
14

Fight ing for our

Like friends and like
Like
pa tri ots of
rah!

that

Hur

rah!

the
the
the

For

bears a sin gle star!

76

Yes, well
We are
We will
So were
1.
2.
3.
4.

3

Shout
Shout
Shout
Shout

6

the bat tle cry

of Free
ing
ing the bat tle cry of Free

While
we

from the plain,

free men more,
a slave,
be
we love best,

dom,
dom!
dom!
dom;

Shout
Shout
Shout
Shout
our bro thers gone be fore,

the loy al, true, and brave,
the East and from the West,
of
bers
from
the call
our num
the call

ly from
We will ral
our va
And well fill
And al though they may
And
well hurl the reb

ing
ing
ing
ing

the bat

tle cry
the bat tle cry
the bat tle cry
the bat tle cry

the
cant
be
el

of
of
of
of

Hur
rah! Down with the trai tor,
The U nion for ev er, Hur
rah, boys,

spring ing to
wel come to
spring
ing to

gath er
mil lion
man shall
land that
The Battle Cry of Freedom

(18251895)

George
Frederick
Root

a gain,
ly round the flag, boys, well ral ly once
ral

ral lyround
the flag, boys,

ral ly once a gain,

hill
ranks
poor,
crew

side, well
with a
not
a
from
the

Free
Free
Free
Free
dom!
dom!
dom!
dom!

Up with the stars;

Shout ing the bat tle cry of Free

dom.

77
The Battle Cry of Freedom
W. H. Barnes

(Confederate Version)

flag is proud ly float ing

1.
Our
gal lant boys have marched
2.
Our
3. They have laid
down their lives
4. While our
boys
have
re spond

3

shout the bat tle cry of Free

on
to
on
ed

6

a gain!
con quer oft
boys,
Come,
come!
er yield!
ty rants nev
aid ed them at home.
Shout,
Shout,
Shout,
Shout,

shout the bat
shout
shout
shout


the land and on

the main,
the rol ling of
the drums.
the blood y
bat
tle field.
and to the fields have gone.
neath it
Shout,
dom! Be
Shout, shout the bat tle cry of Free dom! And the lead
Shout, shout the bat tle cry of Free dom! Their mot to
Shout, shout
no ble
the bat tle cry of Free dom! Our

oft weve con quered, and well

ers in charge cry
out,
is re sis tance To the
wo men
al so have

tle
the bat tle
the bat tle
the bat tle
cry
cry
cry
cry

of
of
of
of
Free
Free
Free
Free

dom!
dom!
dom!
dom!

gle
ie
er!
at
ev
for
er
the
Dix
nev
loss!
ea
Our
with
and
up with the cross
Shes
a
Down

ly
bon
ny
ral
once
a
gain,
flag,
well
the
Shout,
shout
We ll ral lyround

the bat tle cry of Free dom!

78
Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!
The Prisoners Hope

I sit,
1. In the pris on cell
2. In the bat tle front we stood,

3. So with in the pris on cell

3


Think ing, mo ther dear, of you, And our

When their fierc est charge they made, And they
are wait
We
ing for the day That shall

my eyes Spite of
bright and hap py home so far a way, And the tears they fill
swept us off, a hun dred men or more; But be fore we reached their lines, They were
come to o pen wide
the i ron door; And the hol low eyes grow bright, And the

Tho I try to cheer my com rades and

all that I can do,
be gay.
beat en back, dis mayed, And we heard the cry of vic try oer and oer.
poor
and friends
once more.
heart al most gay, As we think of see ing home

And be
Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are march ing, Cheer up, com rades, they will come,
they
will
come,
on,
rades,
march
cheer
up,
ing
O
com

13

be lov ed home.
neath the star ryflag We shall breathe the air a gain Of the free land in our own

9

79
The Lorelei
(Die Lorelei)
Heinrich Heine (17971856)

86

know
1. I
2. A bove on
3. A boat man
4. Ich wei nicht,
schn
5. Die
6. Den Schif fer

an
en
gold
heeds not the
Mhr chen aus
gold nes Ge
schaut nicht die

jew els
rocks
al
schmei
Fel

are gleam ing, she combs her

so dark ning, he sees but the
ten Zei
ten, Das kommt mir
de
zet, Sie kmmt ihr
blit
sen
fe, Er schaut nur hin
rif

sad
am
strange ly
grief and
trau
rig
wun
der
wil
dem
I,
fair,
love;
bin;
bar
Weh;

poco rit.

The moun tains a far
Of mean ing un earth ly
And this by the charm
Der Gip fel des Ber
Das hat
ei ne wun
das
Und
hat
mit ih
are
and
un
ges
der
rem
gleam
old
hal
fun
sa
Sin

and
a
both
Und
Und
Am
ing,
en,
lowed
kelt
me,
gen
long gold en
form
a
nicht aus dem
gol de nes
auf in die

hair;
bove.
Sinn.
Haar.
Hh.

Friedrich Silcher (17891860)

cient times Im dream ing a
end long
leg
gone by;
is fad ing to twi light,

The day
She combs it with fair y comb gold en,
Ah me! that the waves will have swal lowed
ist khl und es dun kelt,
Die Luft
Sie kmmt es mit gol de nem Kam me,
Ich glau be, die Wel len ver schlin gen

not what is the mean ing that wear

y,
the rocks is lean
maid
en
ing a
be low
is heark ning, it fills him with
was soll es be deu
so
ten, Da ich
ste Jung frau sit
ben
zet Dort o
fe Er greift es mit
im klei nen Schif

6
8

Of
Her
He
Ein
Ihr
Er

ly flows
soft
the while
song
boat man and boat
hig fliet
ru
ein Lied
singt
En
de Schif fer
the
sings
ere
der
da
und
Rhine,
she,
long,
Rhein;
bei;
Kahn;

in
sun sets gold
a
pow er ful mel
of the Lo
re lei with
Im
A
bend son
Ge
wal ti ge Mel
Die
Lo
re Lei

en
o
her
nen
o
ge
shine.
dy.
song.
schein.
dei.
than.

80

83

Santa Lucia

1. Now neath the sil ver moon O

cean
2. When oer thy wa
ters Light winds
3
8
7

are
Soft winds
All care al

12

vite us,
giv
en,

blow ing.
lay ing.

gent ly row
a
tion,

Hark how the sail ors cry

Joy ous ly ech oes nigh:

Home of fair Po e sy,

17
25

Realm of pure

Neapolitan Folk Song

low
glow ing, Oer the calm bil
can
us,
Thy
spell
soothe
play
ing,

All things de
Toil blest by

joys
Pure
charms
What

y zeph yrs blow,

Here balm
To thee, sweet Na po li,
And
as
we
Where smiles cre

is
are

San
ta Lu

ci a!

Har mo ny, San
ta
Lu

ci a!

in
are
light us.
heav en.

San ta Lu

San ta Lu

ci a!

ci a!

81

The Hazel Dell

1. In the Ha zel Dell my Nel lys sleep

2. In the Ha zel Dell my Nel lys sleep
3. Now Im wea ry, friend less, and for sak

5

lone ly lone ly watch Im keep

si lent stars are night ly weep
thou no more
will fond ly cheer

9

oft

en

we have
wan
moon light
once my bos om fond ly cher
ev
er shall thy gen tle im

13

ing,
ing,
me,
dered
ished
age
leaf y branch es droop ing down ward,

dream of joy a las has per ished,
tears thy lone ly grave shall moist en,

ing,
ing,
en,

Nel ly
loved so long!
Where the flow ers wave,
Watch
ing here a lone,

Through the si lent shade,

me,
Smile no more on
In
my mem ry dwell.

Lit tle Nel lys laid.

Nel ly dear, with thee.
Nel ly dear, fare well.

Now where
Ev ry
And my

All

Here in
Hopes that
Yet for

And my
And the
Nel ly,

lost and gone;

Nel ly
Oer poor Nel lys grave;
With
thy lov ing tone;

a lone my

sleep
Nel
watch Im keep ing In the Ha zel Dell, For my dar ling Nel lys near
fare well.
me
ing,

ly dear,

18
82
On the Banks of the Wabash, Far Away

Paul Dresser (18581906)
Paul Dresser
(18581906)

a home stead wave the corn fields, In the dis tance loom the
an
1. Round my In
di
2. Man y years have passed since I strolled by the riv
heart

er, Arm in arm, with sweet

cool, clear and cool. Of ten times my thoughts re vert to scenes of child hood,
side, by my side. Itwas there
her,
I tried totell her that I loved

wood lands clear and

Mar
y by my

Where I first re ceived my les sons, na tures school, na tures school. But one thing there is
It was there I begged
of her to be my bride, to be my bride. Long years have passed
since

mis sing
from the pic ture,
I strolled through
the church yard.

With out her face it seems so in com
Shes sleep
ing there,
my an gel, Mar y

plete.
dear,

long to see my moth er in the door way, As she stood there years a go, her boy to
loved her, but she thought I did nt mean it, Still Id give my future were she on ly

13

I
I

greet.
here.

Oh, the

moon
lights
fair to night
along

breath

of new

22

gleam

ing,
Joseph Hayden
When you

mown

the Wa

Through
hay.

On the

banks

the

bash,

syc

a mores

of the Wa bash,

From the fields

far

83

there comes the

the can dle lights

a
way.

are

A Hot Time in the Old Town

Theodore August Metz, 1896

All join round And sweet ly you must sing,
hear dem a bells go ding, ling, ling,

And when the verse is through, In the cho rus all join in, Therell be a hot time in the old town to night.

84
Boating Song
William Johnson Cory (18231892)

6

8

ly
boat
1.
Jol
2. Twen ty years hence
6
8

f
9

Swing,
swing
Still well swing

13

Swing,
Swing,

swing
swing
to
to

weath er

on
the
Oars
may be slow on the

ing
such weath er

feath er,
feath er

And

Glid
ing by
called by the boys,

bod ies be tween

swear by the best

poco rit.

With your bod ies be tween

swear by the best
And

And a hay har vest

May call us from of fice

geth er,
With your
geth
er,
And

to geth er,
to geth
er,

the
old

Algernon Drummond

breeze;
stools;

trees;
fools;

your knees;

of

your
of

schools;

knees.
schools.

We
85
Long, Long Ago

Haynes Bayly (17971839)

Thomas

1.
Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long a go,
2.
Do you re mem ber the path where we met, Long, long a go,
3. Though by your kind ness my fond hopes were raised, Long, long a go,

Sing me the songs

I de light ed to hear,
Ah, yes, you told me you neer would for
get,
have
quent
o
lips
been
You by more
praised,
el

12

Long, long a go, long a

Long, long a go, long a
Long, long
a go, long a
Now you are come, all my grief is re moved,

Then, to all oth ers my smile you pre ferrd,
But by long
ab sence your truth has been tried,

Long, long a go;

Long, long a go?
Long, long
a go;

go.
go.
go.

that so
Let
me for get
Love, when you spoke, gave a
Still
to your
ac cents I

p

long you have roved, Let me be lieve that you love as you loved, Long, long a go, long a go.
charm to each word, Still my heart trea sures the prais es I heard, Long, long a go, long a go.
lis ten with pride, Blest as I was when
I sat byyour side, Long, long ago, long a go.

86
Red Wing
Mills (18691948)
Kerry

2

4

1. There once lived an In dian maid,
A
shy lit tle prai rie maid,
Who
2. She
fires
bright,
for him
She kept all the camp
And
day and night,
watched

2

4

5

lay, a love song
sang a
gay, As
on the plain shed while a way the day; She
a bout
un der the sky,
each night
she would lie, And dream
his com ing by and by; But

9

war rior bold,
old,
shy lit tle maid of
But
loved a
this
For
when all the braves re turned,
the heart of
Red
Wing
yearned,

13

brave and gay,

far,
far a way,
Thurland Chattaway
he
her
rode
war
one
rior
day
gay,
to
fell

the moon shines to night on pret
ty

sigh ing,
For a
the night
birds
cry ing,

Now,

21

bat tle
brave ly

Red

far

far
in
a
the
way.
fray.

Wing,
The
breeze

is

neath his star her brave
is

27
sleep

While

ing,

Traditional
1. From this

Red Wings

weep
ing
you are
time, my
ling that
ley youre
go ing.
dar ling!
nev er,
leav ing,

8

while.

Just re mem ber the Red Riv er

4

smile,
say,
pain
be,

way.

87
Traditional

We will miss your bright eyes and sweet

Of the sweet words you nev er would
Shall a word from my lips cause you
Oh! how lone ly and drear it will

For they say you are tak ing the sun shine That has bright ened our path way a
Now a las, must the fond hopes all van ish? For they say you are go ing a
If you on ly will love me a
And my life it will be yours for ev er,
Wont you think of the fond heart youre break ing, And the pain you are caus ing to

way.
gain.
me.

heart
a

Red River Valley

val ley they say

Ive been think ing a long
2.
I have prom ised you dar
Wont you think of the val

her

Come and sit by my side if you love me.

Do not hast en to bid me a

Val ley,
And the cow boy who loved

dieu.

you so true.

88

Scot
said
1. In
2. She

3

lands
lands fair
o ver
she would meet me, but Ive

Scotch Lassie Jean

I roamed for ma ny a
day
where
does
she
roam;
lands far a way

Harry Miller, 1873

moun tains and rills,

wait
ed long in vain,

11

truth seems to dawn up on me plain;

will smile
heav
on our love;
ens

I have
O then
They
And

say
when

has not come as yet,

meet
thee soon,
my Jean,
wait ed for her com ing but she

let me not long wait,
let me

The
And
the
she is false,
life is dead

and
oh!

look ing at the lads

prom
ise she will keep,
In
Her
las sies on the green, In the fair old land of Scot land far a way.
break
it not, my Jean! Well be hap py in our bon nie lit tle home.

Thats
In

but I
we will

1. Why
2. Thee
3. Ah!
3
8
9

Why
But
And

89

still be lieve her true, Shes my dar ling blue eyed Scotch las sie, Jean.
will dwell
leave
this earth
ly scene, And our hearts
in joy and bliss a bove.

16

They
f Oh, Jean, my bon nie Jean, come to your lad die once a gain!

20

Jean.
p say that you are false, but I still believe you mine, You are my bonnie blue eyed Scotch lassie,

Loves Chidings
Nannie, 1862

83

14
try
dear
sev
thus do you
have I loved
then
must we

thus
thou
wilt

de
hast
thou

ny
near
nev

17

Hast thou no feel ing, To

me,
ly,
er?

me,
ly
er

Why
Yes,
Part

Day
Made
Think,
thus do you
mad ly, sin
ed
for
af
Hope
love,

ter
grow
of

fly
cere
ev
me,
ly,
er!

day?
grey!
me?

My
love re veal ing, Day af ter
see me kneel ing,

day?

90
The Old Musician and His Harp

William S. Pitts (18301918)
H. M. Higgins (18201897)

and passd a way,
1. Years have come
Gold en locks have turnd to gray,
2. Oh! those chords
3. Soon Ill be

Gold en ring
To that cot
Soon Ill tread

Yes, Ive neared
But that moth
Now my boat

Soon my
While I
Soon Ill

Bring

with mag ic powr! Take me back

a mong the blest, Where
the wea
boat,
wan
be

my Harp

lets, once so fair,

be side the sea,
the gold en shore,

with noise less oar,

der here a lone,
where an gels roam

to me a gain,

changed
knelt
prais

launch
sleeps
see
Safe will
Sigh ing
Dear
old

pass
for
Harp,

hair;
at moth ers knee;
er more.
es ev

up on its tide
be neath the stone,
its wa ters gleam

to yon der shore.

a bright er home.
Im go ing home.

a gen tle strain
Let me sing

to sil
vry
Soon Ill
Calm she
I can

Time has
Where I
Sing
ing
the riv er
side,
er, she has gone
is on the stream,

to child hoods hour

at rest
ry are

Let me

21

its chords
once
hear

Ere I

more,

rit.

pass

to yon

91

bright

shore.

A Life on the Ocean Wave

Epes Sargent (18131880)

Henry Russell (18131900)

86

life on the o
cean wave,
1. A
2. Once more on the deck I
stand
3. The land is no long er in view,
6
8
home on the roll ing

A
Of my own
swift glid ing
The clouds have be gun to

5

scat tered wa
ters rave,

sail! fare well to the

with a stout ves sel and
mp

Like an ea
shoot
We
And the song

land,
crew

I
ling
shall
gle
caged
thro the spark
of our heart

12

And the winds their rev

The
gale fol lows far
Well
say, Let the storm
pine
foam,
be,

deep, Where the

craft,
Set
frown, But

Fine

els
keep:
a
baft.
come
down!

On this dull,
o
Like an
winds
the
While

un chang ing
cean bird set
ters
and the wa

Sing first verse

in D.C.

Oh!
shore;
give me the flash ing brine, The spray and the tem
pest roar!
Like the o
free;
far out on the sea!
cean bird, our home Well find
rave, A
life on the heav ing sea, A home on the bound ding
wave!

92
6
8

Frank Dumont
1. Im
2. Im
6
8
Jenny the Flower of Kildare

James E. Stewart (b. 1843)

think ing of Er
in to night, And the lit tle white cot by the sea,
face to see, While
wait ing her sweet
were part ed I lin ger in pain,

Where Jen ny my dar ling now

But soon will my heart
beat with

fair est and dear est to me;
dwells,
The
joy,
Oer
the
sea Ill be sail ing a gain;

I know that she waits for me day af ter day, My heart ev er longs to be there,
A gain her sweet kiss es of love to receive, For her the seas storms I will dare,

To meet her, my dar ling, my

To meet her, my dar ling, my

own,
own,

Sweet Jen ny, the flowr of Kil dare.
of Kil dare.
Jen ny, the flowr
Sweet

I know that shes wait
ing
for
me,
My

To meet her, my dar ling, my own,

Sweet

93

heart ev er longs to be there;

Jen ny, the flowr of Kil dare,

of Kil dare
The flowr of Kil dare, The flowr of Kil dare, Sweet Jen ny, the flowr of Kil dare,
of Kil dare

Come Follow

(Round)

low, fol low
fol low, fol low, fol low, Fol
Come
low, fol

Whith er shall I fol low, fol low, fol low, Whith er shall I fol low, fol low

To
the gal lows, to
the gal lows,
To
the gal lows, gal
me!
thee?
lows tree.
Come Follow Me Merrily

(Round)

46

Come fol low me mer ri ly, mer ri ly Lads
6

4

do sol
will sing sol do
And we

6
4

Put
sol be fore La
and Do af ter Ti

come fol low me mer ri ly,
do
fa
sol
La

sol
do sol

ti do
ti
La ti

ah:
do.
do.
94
When You and I Were Young, Maggie

George W. Johnson (d. 1917)
James Austin Butterfield (18371891)

1.
I wan dered to day to the hill, Mag gie, To watch the
scene be
low,
cit
2. A
y so si lent and lone, Mag gie, Where young and the gay and the best,
3. They say
I am fee ble with age, Mag gie, My steps are less spright ly than then;

The creek and the creak ing old mill, Mag gie, As we used to long, a
go.
In pol ished white man sions of stone, Mag gie, Have each found a place of
rest,
My face is
a well writ ten page, Mag gie, But time a
lone was the pen.

The green grove is gone from the hill,

Is built where the birds used to play,
we are a
ged and gray,
They say

12

dai
sies
Mag gie, Where first the
Mag gie, And join in the songs that were
Mag gie, As sprays by the white break ers

still, Mag gie, Since you and I were young.

sprung; The creak ing old mill is
they, Mag gie, When you and I were young.
sung,
For we sang just as gay as
flung, But to me youre
as fair as you were, Mag gie, When
you and I were young.

And now we are a ged and gray,

Mag
gie, And the

tri als of life near ly done.
Let us sing,

Let us

sing of the days

that are

Mag gie,

gone,

When you and I

95

were young.

The Girl I Left Behind Me

1.
2.
3.
4.

The dames of France are fond and free,

as Shan nons side,
For shes as fair
She says, My own dear love, come home,
er shall my true love brave
For nev

And
But
Or
And
soft
she
else,
nev

the maids of
It
re fused
to be
broad with you
a
as
er
a skulk

And my
That I
My
To
And Flem
er than its
And pur
My friends are rich and
of war and
A
life

ish eyes are thrill

sought
y a year I
an
dier stout as
my na tive soil

heart
prom
heart
Ire
E rins
to
falls back
to gain
er
ised nev
nigh broke when I an swered,
land bound, nor
mes sage

bind
mind
signed
find

I
I
I
I
left
left
left
left
be
be
be
be

ter,
y,
ing,

ing;
her;
y;
on;

Isle To the girl

The girl
say
No, To the girl
need From the girl

wa
man
toil

to
fail
Still, though I bask be neath their smile, Their charms
re
since to France I sailed a
way, Her let ters oft
Yet,
youll not come nor let
go, Ill think you have
If
me
re
But,
were it free or to
be freed, The bat tles close would

And Span
a
ly,
my bride, Though man
A
Ill roam,
sol
Ill
ing slave
tread

ish lips are will ing,
Folk Song
hind
hind
hind
hind
me,
me,
me.
me

me.
me.
me.
me.
96
The Vicar of Bray

1.
In
good
2. When roy
3. When
gra
4. When George

And

is

er
missd, Kings were by
God
would fit
Full well my
con
mists base,
I cursd their mod
pro cured From our new Faiths

that dare re sist,

Jes u it,
a
in dan ger was
day ab jured
ry

law, I

will
meant,
ion,
ry,
Sir,

ment;
tion;
ry;
Sir;

ap point
sti tu
e
ra
de fend

Or touch the Lords an

But for the Rev o
By such pre va
ri
The Pope and the Pre
main tain, Un

oint
lu
ca
tend
ed,
tion;
tion,
er,

ed.
tion.
tion.
er.

I got pre fer

And so
a
And read the de clar
To
And
I be came a
And so be came a Whig,

this

And cursd are those

And
had be come
And thought the church
And
most ev
al

I,
ous High Church man was
I
hoot ed down,
nal laws
of things was seen,
er face
cat
in
pan once more,
a
To teach my flock I nev

The Church of Rome I found
ca sion al Con for
Oc
And thus pre fer ment I

King Char less gold en days, When loy al ty

no harm
James ob taind the crown, And Pop ry came in fash
al
cious Anne be came our Queen, The Church of Eng lands glo
pud ding time came oer, And mod rate men looked big,
in

A zeal
The pe
An oth
I turned
17th Century English Folk Song
til
my dy ing

day,
Sir,

97

That what so ev er King may reign, Still Ill be the Vi car of Bray,
Sir.

Down Among the Dead Men
Sir Edward Dyer (15431607)
Late 17th Century English Folk Song

1. Heres a health to the King, and a
last ing peace, To fac tion an end, to

2.
3.
4.

Let
In
May
charm
smil
love

ing
ing
and
tys health go round, In whom ce les tial

chus joys Ill roll,
De ny
no plea sure
their rites main tain, And their u nit ed
beau
Bac
wine

wealth in crease; So come, lets drink it while we have breath,

sue
sion still pur
joys are found, And may con fu
move,
to my soul; Let Bac chus health round brisk ly
board,
plea sure reign; While Bac chus trea sure crowns the

af ter
hat ing
friend to
both af

12

death,
crew;
love,
ford;

And
And
And
And

he
they
he
they

that
that
that
that

will this health de ny,

wo mans health de ny,
will this health de ny,
us com ply,
wont with

down a mong the dead men, Down, down,

down
among
the dead men, Down, down,

down,
down,
down,
down,

down,
down,
down,
down,

For theres no drink ing

The self ish wo man
For Bac chus is a
Well sing the joys that

Down
Down
Down
Down

a mong
a mong
a mong
a mong

the
the
the
the
dead
dead
dead
dead

men,
men,
men,
men,

Down a mong the dead men let him lie!

Down a mong the dead men let them lie!
Down a mong the dead men let him lie!
Down
among the dead men let them lie!

98
Heres to the Maiden of Bashful Fifteen

from The School for Scandal, by Richard Sheridan (17511816)
Thomas Linley (17251795)

Fine

6

8

6

8

1. Heres to the maid en of bash

2. Heres to the charm er whose dim
3. Heres to the maid with a
bo
4. Let her be clum sy or
let

Heres to the wid ow of fif ty;

ful fif teen,
Now to the maid who has none, Sir;
ples we prize,
som of snow, Now to her thats as brown as a ber ry;
her be slim, Young
or an cient I care not a fea ther.

Heres to the flaunt ing, ex

trav a gant queen, And heres to the house wife whos thrift y.
Heres to the girl with a pair of blue eyes, And heres to the nymph with but one, Sir.
Heres to the wife with a face full of woe! And heres to the dam sel thats mer ry.
Fill up your glass es quite up to the brim, And
let useen toast them to geth er.

Let the toast pass,

13
17

Let the toast
pass,

drink

drink

to the lass;

to the lass;

I

I

war rant shell prove

war rant
shell
prove

an ex

an ex

cuse

cuse

for the glass.

for the glass.

99
Good Bye, My Lady Love

Joseph E. Howard (18781961)

has
gone
a stray,
youre going a
Be cause your heart
way
42
1. So

But
2
4
9
17

Good bye,

my la dy

dar ling of my

ten der

ly,

love,

So

Fare well, my

good bye,

as stars a bove;
I know, will call.
I love you so,
And then some day you will

re turn.
Dont trust your life to some false love.
Youll
think of when I called you mine.
true
heart,
dear,

That you would al ways faith ful be.
me
yearn,
dove,
shine,

And be as
Tis then your
Re mem ber,

heart,
But
some

23
28

you prom ised

your heart will
be ware, my
as stars
do

And
But
So
Sure
him you love,

dew drops fall,
you must
go,
to
the
if
Go
2. When

tur tle dove, You

day
you will

la dy

my

come back to me,

love, good

bye.

and

the i dol

are

me

And
love

100
Mrs. Crawford

86

Dublin Bay

in a

George Barker (18121876)

way
1. They sailed a
gal lant bark, Roy
Neal and his fair young
ning swept the
2. Three days they sailed when a storm a rose, And the light
3. On the crowd ed deck
of that doom ed ship, Some fell in their mute de

6
8
4

bride; They had ven tured all

in that bound ing ark, That
danced oer the sil vry
ry sail ors
deep; When the thun der crash broke the short re pose Of the wea
ho lier lip, Sought the God
of storm in
spair,
But
some more calm, with a

8

tide;
tears a
But their hearts were young and spi rits light, And they dashed the
sleep.
tears a
Neal he clasped his weep ing bride, And he kissed the
Roy
prayer. She has struck on a rock! the sea men cried, In the depth of their wild dis

12

way,
way,
may;

re

sweet Dub
sweet
Dub

lin
lin

Bay.
Bay.

3.
sailed

from Dub

lin

Of their
When we
That

As they watched the

shore
cede from sight
Oh,
love, twas a fear
ful hour, he cried,
And the
went down with that fair young
ship
bride,
1.--2.

own
left

Bay.

101

Darby and Joan

Frederic Weatherly (18481929)
86
1. Dar by dear, we are old and gray,

2. Dar by dear, but my heart was wild
3. Hand in hand when our life was May,
6
8
5

cresc.

James Lynam Molloy (18371909)

ty years since our wed ding day,

Fif
When we bur ied our ba by child,
Hand in hand
when
our hair is gray,

Shad ow and sun for

ev
ry one as the years roll on: Dar by dear, when the
Un til you whis pered, Heavn knows best! and my heart found rest; Dar by dear, twas your
Shad
ry one as the years roll on: Hand in hand when the
ev
ow and sun for
10

world went wry, Hard and

sor row ful then was I, Ah! lad, how you cheered me then,
lov ing hand Showd me the way to the bet ter land; Ah! lad, as you kissed each tear,
Gent ly
long night tide
cov ers us side by side: Ah! lad, tho
we know not when,

15

rall.

p meno mosso

a gain!
Things will be bet ter, sweet wife,
Life
grew bet ter and Heavn more near: Al ways the same,
er then:
Love
will be with us for ev

19

Al ways
the same

to your

old wife Joan,

Al ways

the

same to your

Dar by my own,

old wife Joan.

102


The Midshipmite
Stephen Adams (18411913)

1. Twas in fif
ty five, on a win ters night,
2.
We launchd the cut ter and shoved her out,
3. Im
done for now; good bye! says he,

ho!
ho!
ho!

Wed
The
You

got the Roo shan lines in sight, When up comes a lit

tle
Mid ship mite,
lub bers might ha heard us shout, As the Mid dy cried, Now, my lads, put a bout.
make for the boat, nev er mind for me! Well take ee back, sir or die, says we,

night, says he, An

Who ll go a shore to
We
made for the guns, an we ramd em tight, But the
So we hoist
in, in a ter ri ble plight, An we
ed him
Cheer i ly my lads yo ho!

Cheer i ly my lads yo ho!
Cheer i ly, my lads, yo ho!
13

Cheer i ly my lads yo
Stead i ly, my lads, yo

long wi me? Why, bless ee,

spike their guns a
sir, come a long! says we,
mus ket shots came left and right, An down drops the poor lit tle Mid ship mite,
pulld ev ry man with all his might, An saved the
poor lit tle Mid ship mite,


17
ho!

Cheer i ly my

lads

rall.
ho!
With a
43

yo

3

4
23

31

a tempo
long, long

to night To the

pull,
a
An

drink

John Howard Payne (17911852)
Gai ly boys, make her
strong, strong pull,

Mid ship mite, Sing ing cheer i

Home Sweet Home

6

ly, lads,

103

An well

ho!
yo

Sir Henry Rowley Bishop (17861855)

er so
Be it ev
And feel that my
Oh! give me my

hum ble, theres no place like home; A

charm from the skies seems to hal low us
moth er now thinks of her child; As she looks on that moon from our own cot tage
low ly thatched cot tage a gain; The birds sing ing gai
ly, that came at my

12

Which,
there,
door Through the
call; Give me

18

go!

though we may roam,

1. Mid plea sures and pal
a ces
gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild,
2. I
ile from home, splen dor daz
3. An ex
zles in vain;

rall.

seek through the world, is neer met with else where.

wood bine whose fra grance shall cheer me no more.
them and that
peace of mind, dear er than all.

Home,

home, home, sweet home, Theres no place like home, Oh theres no place like home.

104
Nancy Lee

86

1. Of all the wives as eer you know,

2. The har bors past, the breez es blow,
3. The boa sn pipes the watch be low,

6
8

10
Yeo ho! lads, ho! Yeo ho! yeo ho! Theres none like
Yeo ho! lads, ho! Yeo ho! yeo ho! Tis long ere
Yeo ho! lads, ho! Yeo ho! yeo ho! Then heres a

Nan cy Lee, I trow,
we come back I know,
health be fore we go,

18

Yeo ho! lads, ho!

Yeo ho! lads, ho!
Yeo ho! lads, ho!

yeo ho!
yeo ho!
yeo ho!

See there she stands and

But true and bright, from
A long, long
life to

when Im a way, Shell watch for
the quay, An ev ry day

waves her hands up on
morn till night, my home will be, An all so neat, an snug, an sweet For Jack at
my sweet
wife, and mates at sea; An keep his bones from Da vy Jones Wher
eer you

24

me, An whis per low, when tem pests blow, for Jack at sea, Yeo ho! lads, ho!
sea, An Nan cys face to bless the place, an wel come me; Yeo ho! lads, ho!
be, An may you meet a mate as sweet as Nan cy Lee, Yeo ho! lads, ho!

yeo ho!
yeo ho!
yeo ho!

The sail ors wife the sail ors

32

The sail ors wife the sail ors

star shall be, Yeo

star shall be,

The

ho! we go

105

a cross the sea,

sail ors wife his star shall

be.

The Blue Bells of Scotland

Dorothea Jordan (17611816)

1. Oh, where! and oh, where! is your High land

2. Oh, where! and oh, where! does your High land
3. What clothes, in what clothes is your High land
4. Sup pose, and sup pose that your High land

6

where! is your High

where! does your High
is your High
clothes
that your High
pose

11

land
land
land
land
George up on the throne;

sign of the Blue Bell;
waist coat of the plaid;
lay me down and cry;

lad die gone?

lad die dwell?
lad die clad?
lad should die?
lad die gone? Hes gone to fight

lad die dwell? He dwelt in mer
lad die clad? His bon nets Sax
lad should die? The bag pipes shall

And
And
And
And
its
its
its
its

oh!
oh!
oh!
oh!
in
in
in
in
my
my
my
my

heart,
heart,
heart,
heart,

how
that
that
that
I
I
I
I
wish
love
love
wish

Oh,
Oh,
What
Sup

where!
where!
clothes,
pose,
the foe
ry Scot
on green,
play oer

and oh,
and oh,
in what
and sup

for
land
and
him,
King
at the
his
Id

him safe at home!

my lad die well.
my High land lad.
he may not die!
106

42

Punchinello

1. He
a
Pun chin el
lo,
was
2. Bright
the
day she mar ried,
was
4. But
ver,
when the play was o
Sing 4th verse slowly and with feeling.

2
4
5

He
Came
Laid

9

Till
Had
But

13

1, 3. Hes
2, 4. Hes

loved the ground she danced on,

poor old
el
Pun chin
lo,
up
one white rose
on

it,

he laughed him
his
they seen
ple,
the peo

" "
17

Bra vo! Bra vo!

mer riest fel low!

quaint est fel low!

Bra vo! Bra vo! Bra vo!

Cried the peo ple

That
would still have

Pun chin
el lo!

blith
down

ing, jok ing

est guest,
and wept;

ev ry night;
near the sky,
moon
lit sky,

with de light.
been their
cry.

Bra vo, Pun chin el

rall.

to see,
love

bine was she,

mong the rest,
grave he crept,
She laughed his

the
He
was
Then
sat
him

ly, Danc
gai
self as
his gar ret
tears at mid night, In
had they
seen him Gaz ing to the
the mad dest,

the mad dest,

Col um
there a
to her
Sweet
And
Forth

lo!

107

p More slowly, withfeeling

3. One win ter morn they told him Sweet Col um bine was dead; He nev er joked

so gai ly

29
poco rall.

As that
so mad ly, Ah! for his heart that night!
night,
the peo ple said, Nev er sang and laughed

Old Dog
Stephen Foster (18261864)
Tray

23
1. The
morn of life is past, And eve ning comes at last, It brings me a dream of a
2. The
forms I calld my own Have van ishd one by one, The loved ones, the dear ones have
3. When thoughts re call the past, His eyes are on me cast, I know that he feels what my

4

7

12

Of mer

Up on the vil lage green,

hap py day,
ry forms Ive seen
once
passd a way, Their hap py smiles are flown, Their gen tle voic es gone, Ive
all
break ing heart would say; Al though he can not speak, Ill vain
ly, vain ly seek A

Sport ing with my old dog Tray.

no thing left but old dog Tray.
bet ter friend
than old dog Tray.

way; Hes gen tle, he is kind, Ill nev er, nev er find A bet ter friend
than
old dog Tray.

Old dog Trays ev er faith ful, Grief can not drive him a
108
Saved from the Storm

was a Bret on


1. It

Ma rin er stout

7

That lay by the
lage,

vil
Do

mi

en,

was he; Fare well true heart, for we must part, The winds are call ing down the

sea, But for me thoult pray in the chap el gray,

sea,

She was a fish er maid

12
18
Odoardo Barri (18441920)

ne.
2. It was a night of

Na vi tas Sal va,

ter ror, Wild,

Do mi ne,

Na vi tas Sal va,

wild was the sea!
He in the storm is

drift ing, Watch ing in prayer is she,
Watch ing in prayer is she, Sweet heart! sweet heart! And

25

must we part? No boat can live in such a

31

Na vi tas Sal va, Do mi ne,

36
42
vil lage, Bright,

109

sea,
But still she cries with stream ing eyes,

Na vi tas Sal va,

mi ne! 3. Bright was the Bret on
Do

bright was the sea,
She was a fish er maid

f

en, Ma rin er stout

was

mf

he, Twas Heavn a bove that saved me, love!
and brought
me back from the storm to thee, Inthe

48
a tempo

a tempo

Glo ri a ti
chap el gray Well kneel and pray, Glo ri a ti bi, Do mi ne,

53

f

bi,

ti bi,

Do mi ne!

110
The Goslings
Humorous Part-Song for Mens Voices
Allegro con moto
stac.
John Frederick Bridge (1844-1924)

p
f
1. She was a pret ty lit tle gos ling, And a gay young gos ling he;

8

ly; And,
dear
I

love you too, said she.

pp
cres. con espress.

p

And, I love you,
he said, so

dolce e legato.

But, a las! we must part, He

whis pered, Im

rall.
tempo a la marcia.

p f

off to the world so wide; But love, dont fear, Ill come next year And make you, and make you

11
17

my
lit tle bride.
Accomp.

#

p f

2. Twas Mi chael
mas day at morn ing, That he came home, once

stac.
more,

p
He met his true loves

111

pp

f

mo
ther, And oh! she was weep ing sore. Too late, youve come, she whis pered, Theyve

a la marcia.
33
rall.
tempo

f
p

tak en your love a way, She nev er will be your bride, ah, me! For shes go ing, shes
go ing to be

#
39

stac.
3
3

p

Accomp.

28
crs. con espress.
cooked
to day!

p

f

farm house: Where ismy love? he said; But the

46

sf

far mers wife she seized a knife And

3. Then up he went to the
cres. con espress.

rall.

p

f

cut off his lit tle head. And she served him up With
his true love, On a dish so deep and

51
56

8
Grave.
p
wide, So though in

p
life

f
they were part
So though they

were
Maestoso.

molto rall.
ed, In death they were side by

side.

112
The Little Tin Soldier


1. He was a lit tle tin sol dier, One lit tle leg
had he;
2. Once as he watchd his rose love, Winds from the north did blow,
3. Once more he sees
his rose love, Still she is danc ing gay,

6

Bright as bright could be.

Down to a stream be
low.
Loy al still
for aye.
danc er,
case ment
fad ed,
11

dim;
He but an old
box
Still he
shoul dered his gun;
In to a fur
nace
wide,

15

poco rall.

Far too grand for

Life and love un
They are side by

20

he;
he;
ty,

him.
done.
side.

She was a lit tle fai ry

Swept him out of the
He is worn and

She had a cas tle and gar den,

dy,
la
True to his lit tle
hand
them,
swept
that
Then came
a

She was a dain

ty
rose love,
Soon, ah, soon came the dark ness,
Part ed in life,
in
dy ing

He was a lit tle tin

He was a lit tle tin
Ah! for the lit tle tin

Brave ly he shoul dered his mus ket,

lov er
Neer in the world a
in
ash es,
There lies her rose

sol dier,
sol dier,
sol dier,

One lit tle leg had

One lit tle leg had
Ah! for her cru el

Fain her love would be.

Half so true could be.
There his loy al lit tle heart.
113
George Cooper (18401927)

43
1. O
2. Fair

The
My

21

Gen
Gen
3
4

Sweet Genevieve

e vieve, Id give
e vieve, my ear

rose of youth was

heart
shall nev er,

the world To
ly love, The

live a gain the

years but make thee

dew im pearled, But now

nev er rove: Thou art

3
Henry Tucker (18261882)
it with ers
my on ly
love
dear

ly past!
er
far!

in the blast.
guid ing star.

I see thy face in
full of thee;
ev ry dream, My wak ing thoughts are
For me the past has no re gret, What eer the years may bring
to me;

star ry beam That falls a long the sum mer sea.
Thy glance is in
the
first
I bless
the
when
hour

we met, The hour that gave me love and thee!

3

3
O Gen
evieve, Sweet Gen e vieve, The days may come, the days
may go, But

CODA
ad
lib.

ry
go.
the
weave
bliss
dreams
hands
The
a
O
of
still
of
mem
long
Gen
ful

evieve!

114
Bride Bells
Joseph Leopold Rckel (18381923)

1. Maid El sie roams by lane and lea, Her heart beats low and sad, Her thoughts are far a
3. A year by seas, a year by lands, A year since then has died. And
El
sie at the

way at sea, With her bon nie sai lor lad, With her bon nie sai lor lad. But Kling, lang,
al tar stands, With
her sai lor at her side, With her sai lor at her side, While Kling, lang,
13

ling,
ling,

19

ling,
ling,

She seems to hear her bride bells ring, Kling, lang,

ly ring, Kling, lang,
Their bon nie bride bells gai

f

ling,
ling,

rit.
She seems to hear her bride bells ring, her bride

Their bon nie bride bells gai
ly ring, their bride

pp
Kling, lang,
Kling, lang,

bells
bells
Fine.

ring!
ring!

piu lento

2. That night her lov ers good ship rode The
fu rious Bis cay

30

foam, And as the stream ing
molto rit.

115

mf
p
deck he trod, He thought of her at home, He thought of her at home; While Kling, lang,
36

42

He seemd to hear his home bells ring!
ling,

ling,

Kling, lang,

f

pp

Kling, lang,
ling,

He seemd to hear his home bells ring, his home

bells
ring!

Gaudeamus Hodie
(Round)

de

Gau de a mus, Gau de a mus, Gau de a mus ho di e! Gau de a mus, Gau de a mus ho
Gau
Gau
de

a mus,
mus,
Gau
de

Gau
a mus, Gau
de
di
e!

de
a mus ho di e!

a mus ho di e! Ho
di
Ego sum pauper

(Round)
E go sum pau
per.

Ni hil ha be

o.

Et ni hil da
bo.
e!
116

42

Jamies on the Stormy Sea

bat was flit ting, In the sun

set,
1. Ere the twi light
sun set glow ing; Sweet ly breathed the
2. Warm ly shone the
mote ly ring ing Min gled with that
3. Cur few bells re
Oer the bark that
4. Blow ye west winds! bland ly hov er
but
list, but lin ger, To the song, and
5. How could I
2
4
5

a lone
Sang
Earth with beau
And the last
Gent ly blow,
Sweet ly woo

9

13

der
low
to
ing
am

cho
end
hear
bil
Ja
rus,
ing,
her,
low,
mie,

stars
sea
notes
lone
heart

Ja mies
on
Ja mies
on
Ja mies
on
on
Ja mies
Home re turned

per
and
the
my
my

the
the
the
the
to

thres hold tree;

love to be.
tower and tree;
home and me;
storm y sea;
her
of
to
dear
the

be fore us, And the ves

as cend ing, With the scene
Fin er rose
and near er,
the wil low, Sleep for sakes
did name
me, Forth I sprang,

Un der neath
Seemed the home
Lin gring ly
his own
To
Ja
mie from

at
her knit ting,
young flowrs blow ing;
sweet voice sing ing,
bears my lov er;
near
the sing er,

Fit
her ten
ful rose
Ev
the same
er had
Oh! twas heavn it
self
Think ing
the foam
of
Grieve no more, sweet, I
ly maid en,
sit ting
ver
ty
o
flow ing,
red
ray seemed cling ing,
and bear him
o ver
to
ing heavn
bring

her
And, ere day light died

gel tones
As those an
I
Near er
came,
as
For, when night winds bend
And while yet her
lips

Bernard Covert, 1847

shone oer us,

son blend ing,
and clear er!
pil low,
ly
oer came me;

storm y
storm y
storm y
storm y
love and
sea!
sea!
sea!
sea!
thee!

117

42

Spring once
1.
Soon they
2.
3. The Wren and
Wood pecker
4. A
5. They danced all
2
4
4

said
came
Cuck
came
day

The Birds Ball

birds
Each
Wished
very
home

the
Pray, maam ask
Each
one fresh from its
awk
ward owl and the
cher
ries ripe and the
both
one
all
and

great and small.
and
ies,
bird
one
dressed in its Sun day best.
each
other a
very good day.
long
bill
so the bird ies said.
to their
nests from the bird ies ball.

Tra la la la,

11

mean

you
to give
gale,
to the night in
I
their
from the bush and tree,
Sing ing sweet
danced for life,
The
oo
ra ven waltzed with the
to the
from his hole in the tree,
And brought his bill
pre
er
Till
till the sun was
the
birds
moth
low,

a
birds
ball;
of
songs
glee:
yellow birds wife, The
pa
com
ny, For the
to
pared
go, When

Septimus Winner (18271902)

Tra la la la la, Tra la la la la,

Tra la la la la,

bird ies
all,
The
co
zy
nest,
bash ful jay,
ber ries red; Twas a
great
and small, Flew

Tra la la la la,

Tra la la la la,

Tra la la la la la,

Tra la la.

118
Listen to the Mocking Bird

Septimus Winner (18271902) and Richard Milburn

dream ing now of sweet Hal lie,
my sweet Hal lie,
my sweet Hal lie,

1. Im
2. Ah!
well
I can yet
3. When charms of spring a

re mem ber,
wak en,

Im
dream ing now of my Hal lie,
Ah!
well
I can yet re mem ber,
When charms of spring a
wak en,
8

re mem ber,
wak en,

I
a
re mem ber,
wak
en,

in the val ley,
in Sep tem ber,
so for sak en,

in the val ley,

in Sep tem ber,
so for sak en,

sleep ing here in the val ley, And the mock ing bird is sing ing where she lies.
in the mild mid Sep tem ber, And the mock ing bird was sing ing far and wide.
feel like one so for sak en, Since
my Hal lie is no long er with me now.

For the thought of her is one that nev er

When we gath ered in the cot ton side by
And
ing bird is sing ing on the
the mock
dies; Shes sleep ing here in the val ley,

side; Twas in the mild mid Sep tem ber,
I
feel like one so for sak en,
bough,

13
I
a

Shes
Twas
I

Lis ten to the

17

oer
Lis
ten to the
ing
bird
still
sing
mock ing bird, Lis ten to the mock ing bird, The mock
grave;
ing
her

119

sing
ing where
the weep ing wil lows wave.

mock ing bird, Lis ten to the mock ing bird, Still

21
The Old Folks at Home

Way down up on
All
up and down
2. All
round the lit
When
I was play
lit tle hut
3. One
1.

the Swa nee riv er,

the whole cre
a tion,
tle farm I
wan dered,
ing with my broth er,
a mong the bush
es,

5

Far,
Sad
When
Hap
One

way.
roam,
young,
I,
love,
far a
I
ly
I was
py was
that I

Theres where my heart is turn ing ev

er Theres where the old folks stay.
Still
for the old folks at home.
long ing for the old plan ta tion, And
Then
ny the songs I
sung.
ma ny hap py days I squan dered, Ma
Oh!
die.
take me to my kind, old moth er, There let me live and
Still
es,
mat
No
ter
where
rove.
sad ly to my mem ry rush
I

All

13

the world

is

sad

dark
ies, how my heart

and drear

grows

wear
y,

y,
Ev
ry
where

Far from
the old

I

roam,

folks

at home.

120

1. The
2. She
3. Her

3
pride
sings
soft

Fairy Belle

the fair est

in the dell
ols
she car
to the streams,
a round
me sweet
ly fall,
of the vil lage and

to the mead ows and
notes
of mel o dy

Is the
She
Her

of her
light
step may be

queen of my song, and her name is Fair y Belle; The sound

laughs in the sun light and smiles while in her dreams, Her hair like the this tle down is
eye full of love is now beam
the
ing on my soul. The sound of that gen tle voice,

heard up on the hill Like the fall

of the snow drop or the drip ping of the rill.
borne up on the air, And her heart, like the hum ming birds, is free from ev ry care.
glance
sigh.
of that eye, Sur
round me with rap ture that no oth er heart could

gen tle Fair
Fair y Belle,

9

Fair y Belle, the

13

yBelle, The

queen of all the dell,

star

Long

of the night

and the

may she rev el on her

lil y of the day,

bright sun ny way.

121

My Old Kentucky Home


1. The sun shines bright in the old Ken tuck y home,
The young folks

no
The day goes
3. The head must
A few more
2. They hunt

4

gay:
bright;
shore;
light;
go;
light;

7 1.

The
By n
They
The
A
A

Tis sum mer, the dark ies are

roll on the lit tle cab in floor,
All mer ry, all hap py and
more for the pos sum and the coon, On the mead ow, the hill, and the
by like a shad ow oer the heart, With sor row where all was de
bow and the back will have to bend, Wher ev er the dark ey may
days for to tote
the wea ry load No mat ter, twill nev er be

corn
by
sing
time
few
few

tops ripe
and the mead ows in
hard times comes a knock ing at
no more
by the glim mer of
has come when the dark ies have
more days, and the trou ble all
more days
till we tot ter on

birds
make
mu sic all the day.
bench by the old cab in door.
field where
the su gar canes
grow;

2.

the bloom, While the
Then my
the door,
the moon,
On the
to part,
Then my
will end,
In
the
the road,
Then my

9

Weep
my la dy,
no more,
O weep
no more
We will
to day!

13

sing one song for the old Ken
tuck
yhome, For the old Ken tuck yhome, far a way.

old Ken tuck y home,
good night!
122

1.
Let
2. While
3. Theres
4. Tis

ev
plead
sigh
round

with
at
days
on
the
the
are
the

er
in our ears;
ing looks will say:
ing all the day:
the low ly grave:
Oh!
Oh!
Oh!
Oh!
sures and count its ma ny

and mu sic light and
ty
who toils her life a
en
a cross
ed
the trou bled
poor;
door:
oer;
shore,

tears While we
gay There are
way, With a
a
wave, Tis

Theres a song that will lin ger for

Though their voic
es are si lent, their
Though her voice would be mer ry, tis
a dirge that
Tis
is mur mured a

Hard
Hard
Hard
Hard
Times,
Times,
Times,
Times,

come
come
come
come
a
a
a
a
gain
gain
gain
gain
no
no
no
no

more.
more.
more.
more.

Tis the song, the sigh of the wea ry; Hard Times, Hard Times, come a gain no more: Ma ny

13

days you have
lin gered around
again no more.
my cab in door, Oh! Hard Times, come

sup
sor row
all
forms
faint ing
frail
worn heart whose bet ter
wail that
up
is heard
us pause
in lifes plea
we seek mirth and beau
a
pale droop ing maid
a sigh
that
is waft

Hard Times

123

1. I
2. I

Happy Hours at Home


sit me down by my own fire side When the win ter nights come on,
sit me down by my own fire side Where the chil dren sport in glee,

And I
While
the

calm ly dream as the dim hours glide, Of ma ny plea sant scenes now gone; Of our
clear young voice of our house hold pride Makes mel o dy thats dear to me. And by

health ful plays in my school boy days, That can nev er come a gain; Of our sum mer joys and our
ev ry art that can charm the heart, They al lure my cares a way, To pre pare my soul as the

14

9

Christ mas toys, And ram bles oer the stream let and plain.
swift hours roll, For the du ties of the bright com
ing day.

Hap py hours at home!
Hap py hours at

Hap py hours at home! How the mo ments glide by the bright fire side, In the hap py hours at home.

home!

19
124
Twere Vain to tell

J. A. Wade (18001875)

43

1. Twere vain to tell

thee all I
2. Thoust oft en called my voice a
3
4

4

7

10
mel o dy

13
si

Could
nev er,

lent ly

re

would wish to
and
sad fare
soul
slow

veal

sigh.
well.

nev

er say

one half

What
my

my

the sweet est

would wish to

What my
Of our

love for thee, Then

soul

well a day!

ceal
words

Ah,

will but con

ture
een the
words
rap

I
find that
thee Id die;
like a spell, Could change to
Or say for thee Id die,

or say for
sic
Whose
whose
mu
a
spell,
like
mu sic

feel,
birds,

Swiss Air

let me

sigh.

125
The Pretty Girl Milking Her Cow

Colleen dhas Cruthen na Moe

86

fine sum mers morn ing, The
1. It
was on a
2. Then to her I made my ad
3. The In dies af ford no such
6
8

Folk Song

Pray Sir, do not ban ter, she said,

Con sent
but to love me, my dear.

me quite un a ble

to go,
I
should en am our you so.
That
Or the wealth
of the Af ri can shore,

My
heart it was load ed with sor row,
poor lit tle milk girl.
I
am but a
er
poor in a Cot tage,
I would rath
be

as I walkd out for my plea sure,
I saw a maid milk ing her cow.
Im not such a rare pre cious Jew el,

Ah!
had I the lamp of A lad din,

Her voice so en chant ing mel o dious, Left

birds sweet ly tuned on each bough.

van ces; Good mor row, most beau ti ful maid!
So bright
Jew el
and trans par ent ly clear,
And
Your beau ty my heart so en tran ces,
Ah!
do not add flame
to my fu el!

For Col leen dhas cru then na

Says Col leen dhas cru then na
With Col leen dhas cru then na

moe.
moe.
moe.

126

3

1. Mer ri ly
2. Joy ful ly
sing
sing,
3

3
3

our
the

Merrily Sing

hap py eve ning song,

cho rus now we raise,

James Henry Fillmore (18491936)

3
mer ri ly sing,
mer ri ly sing,
3

3

3
3

3

3

3
3

3

3
3
Cheer i ly
Crown ing the

3

now the joy ful notes pro long; mer ri ly sing; Heart i ly join our cheer ful, hap py
night with mu sics
grand est lays; mer ri ly sing; Sing ing will bless and bright en all our

6

3

3
3
3
3

3
3

3

3

3

throng, mer ri ly sing, mer ri ly sing, mer ri ly, mer ri ly, mer ri ly sing.
days, mer ri ly sing, mer ri ly sing, mer ri ly, mer ri ly, mer ri ly sing.

3
3

3
3

10
sad
trea
ness,
sure,

care and sad ness, Swell

gold en trea sure, Beau

the
ty
Chase a way all care and

Mu sic is a gold en
Chase a way
Mu sic is

Swell the an them loud and long;

Beau ty dwells in ev ry sound;

all
a

Lift your hearts to joy and
Joy
is found in ev ry

an them loud and long; Lift your hearts

dwells in
ev ry sound; Joy is found

to
in

14
glad
mea

ness
sure,

127

With the ech oes of our song;

Then
Let its plea sures now a bound;

joy and glad ness
ev ry mea sure,

sing our hap py eve ning

3

3

3
song, mer ri ly sing, Cheer i ly now the joy ful notes pro long,

3
3

3
3

18

21

3

3

3
3

3

3

3

3
mer ri ly sing; Heart i ly
3

3

3
3

3
3

3
3

3

join our cheer ful, hap py throng, mer ri ly sing, mer ri ly sing, mer ri ly, mer ri ly, mer ri ly sing.

3

3
3

3

Good Night Ladies

la dies! Were go ing to leave you now.

1. Good night, la dies! Good night, la dies! Good night,

2. Fare well, la dies! Fare well, la dies! Fare well, la dies! Were go ing to leave you now.
3. Sweet dreams, la dies! Sweet dreams, la dies! Sweet dreams, la dies! Were go ing to leave you now.

Oh My Love

Oh my
(Round)
3

4

Love Lovst thou me, then Quick ly come and save him who dies for
thee.
128

M. Rebecca Darr
The March of Prohibition

to the

ing
crys tal foun tain flow
1. Hail
2. Let not Co lum bias sons and daugh ters
3. No lur ing blush shall chain the
hours

5

Touch not the ru

by wine cup glow
But let us quaff the spark ling wa
No lurk ing fiend shall steal the pow

9

way the

13

17
Hail

the march

of
Pro

hi bi

bright and clear;

wine ex
tol;
Free dom loves;

grief and
truth and
dead ly
Of
Than
No
tion!

pain!
right;
care;

Shun it with man ly fear.

Wine to the he ros soul.
Vir tue so well ap proves.
ness,
tion
eth,
We hail the spark ling fount of glad ness,

Cool heads and hands must guard the na tion,
No mis e
ry
or woe be tid eth,

Pure,
The
That
A
dazz ling soul of mad
We need no oth er in spir a
No sting the spark ling wa ter hid

ing,
ters,
ers
Jas. L. Orr

It can not leave a

stain.
Her hon or is her might.
For spark ling truth is there.

May

its ban

ner

float,

by temp

Up held

21

rance leg is

la
Hon
tion,

ored by voice

and
129
vote.

God be with you till we meet again

William
G. Tomer (18331896)

1.
2.
3.
4.
God
God
God
God
be
be
be
be
with
with
with
with
you
you
you
you

5

With
His
Dai
ly
Put
His
Smite deaths

till
till
till
till
we
we
we
we
a
a
a
a
His coun
gain,
By
gain, Neath His wings
gain, When lifes per
gain, Keep loves
ban

God
God
God
God
be
be
be
be
sels
pro
ils
ner

guide, up
tect ing
thick con
float
ing

Till we

you,
you,
you,
you,

cure ly fold you,

still pro vide you,
fail ing round you,
wave
be fore you,

with
with
with
with
you
you
you
you

till
till
till
till
we
we
we
we

Till we meet,
till we meet,
Till we meet at Je
Till we meet, till we meet, till we meet,

hold
hide
found
oer

sheep se
man na
arms un
threat ning

meet
meet
meet
meet
meet
meet
meet
meet
a
a
a
a
gain,
gain,
gain,
gain,
sus feet;
Till we meet

meet,
God be with you till we meet a gain.
till we meet,
Till we meet, till we meet, till we meet,

130
A Warrior Bold
Edwin Thomas


43

old, when knights were bold, And ba rons held their sway,
A
1. In days of
mor
bright,
Went
fray;
He
to
gay
2. So this brave knight, in
ly
the
ar

3

4

ly his lay,
war rior bold, with spurs of gold, Sang mer ri
fought the fight, but ere the night, His soul had passed
a way,

10

ly his
Sang mer ri
His soul had passed a

lay: My love is young and fair, My love hath gold en hair,

way. The plight
ed ring he wore, Was crushed,
and wet with gore,

16

And eyes so blue,
Yet ere he died,

21

live for love or die, So what care I, though

fought
for love and die, So what care I, though

death be nigh,

1.
and
he

heart so true, That none with her com pare, So what care I, though death
brave
lycried, I kept the vow I swore, So what care I, though
death

be nigh, Ill
be nigh, Ive

Ill live for love or die.

131

for love, For love, for love I die.
death be nigh, Ive fought for love, Ive fought
for love, Ive fought

26
2.
Rule Britannia

James Thomson (17001748)
1. When Brit ain first

2. The na tions not
3. To thee be longs
8

Thomas Arne (17101778)

at Heavns com mand, A rose

so blest as thee, Shall in
the ru ral reign, Thy cit

char ter, the char ter of the land, And gaurd ian
flour ish, shalt flour ish great and free, And to the
o ver, far oer the spread ing main, Shall stretch a

Rule, Bri tan nia, Bri tan nia rule the waves!

Brit ons

gels sang this strain:

pro tec tion lend.
to grasp with
thine.

nev

This was the

While thou shalt
And lands far

an
weak
hand
main, A rose, a rose, a rose from out the

a zure main,
bend, Shall in their turn, shall in their turn to
ty rants bend.
shine, Thy cit ies shall with com merce, shall with com merce shine,
14
21
zure
from out the a
rants
their turn to ty
ies shall with com merce
er shall be

slaves.

132
The Sidewalks of New York

43
James W. Blake (1862-1935)

Charles B. Lawlor (18521925)
in
1. Down
of
Ca seys
front
2. Thats where John
Ca sey,
ny
3. Things have changed since those times,

3
4
9

17

Boys and girls to geth er,

ty Nel lie Shan non,
Pret
Theyd part with all theyve got,

25

33

East

43

side,
West

side,

fall ing

ry group;
the dough;
like me;

on the
on the
twirl on the

down;

With
of New
of New
of New

a round the town,
side walks
side walks
side walks

While the

We would sing and waltz,

cork,
With a dude as light as
Could they but once more walk,

all
With

ros ie Lon don Bridge is
gin
nie played the or gan
First picked up
the waltz step
their best girl and have
a

stoop,
Crowe,
G,

formed a mer
We
al ways had
Who
But they
all
feel just
Old brown wood en

tle Jim my
And lit
Some are up
in

On a sum mers eve ning,

Jak ey Krause the bak er,
Oth ers, they
are wand rers,

York.
York.
York.

The tots sang ring a round

Boys and girls to geth er,

Me and

54
Ma mie O

Rourke, Tripped the light fan tas tic,

133

on the side walks

of New York.
For hes a jolly good fellow

86

6
8

(We wont go home until morning)

For hes a jol ly good fel

low, For hes a jol
We wont go home
til
un
ing, We wont go home
morn

5

hes a jol ly good fel low, And so say all of us;
wont go home
un til morn ing, Till day light doth ap pear;

ly good fel
un til morn

Folk Song

low, For
ing, We

And so say all of us;

Till day light doth ap pear;

For hes a jol ly good fel low, For hes a jol ly good
And so say all of us;
Till day light doth ap pear; We wont go home
un til morn ing, We wont go home
un til

16

low, And so say all of us.
fel low, For hes a jol ly good fel
morn ing, We wont go home
un til morn ing, Till day light doth ap pear.

134

1.
In our
Its Delightful to be Married!

Vincent Scotto (18741952)

Anna Held (18721918)
2. Soon we
3. When old

school days, mer ry school days,

mar ried, you and I, dear,
age comes, to us both dear,

er,
We would al ways play to geth
lit tle home, dear,
And we had a
gay old par
ty,
I will be a

We were hap py girls and boys;

You to me and I
to
you,
We will still be in the game;

And at play time,
in the May time, You and
I were not
And a
lit
arm
And then

tle,
in
lat er on, dear,

arm,
to geth er,

I was then your school boy lov er,

For we found our
ti
ny cot tage,
You will call me your old dar ling,

joys;
two;
dame;

part;
a
we would be,
Still more hap py
We will go to church right near,

And our life was full

of
With just room e nough for
You will be
a grand old

You, my lit tle girl sweet heart.

Was a bout the size for three.
I will call you my old
dear.

20
mar ried,
mar ried!
mar ried!

135
We were go ing to be
Its de light ful to be
Its de light ful to be

mar ried,
mar ried!
mar ried!

When we old
There is noth
For the heart
er grew
ing half
wont be

24
To
To
To

on ly,
ba by,
on ly,

be,
be,
be,
to
to
to

to
to
to

be, to be
be, to be
be, to be
be, to
be, to
be, to

and bold er, Then

so jol ly, As
If
un ru ly,
a lit tle while we

a hap py wed ded
it real ly loves one

tar ried, When I missed you I was lone ly,

life;
And I loved to play with ba by,
tru ly; And
your life will not be lone ly,
28
be,
be,
be,

For I loved you, Oh! I loved you on ly,

Our
ti ny lit tle, pret ty lit tle
For Ill love you,
I will love you on ly,

I was then your school boy hus band, And you were my school girl wife.
pa, you were Ma ma, Such a charm ing fam
i
ly.
I was Pa
I will be your lov
ing hus band, You will be my lov ing wife.

136

Charles E. Carryl (18411920)

A Capital Ship

English Folk Song

cean trip Was the Wal lop ing Win dow Blind! No
1. A cap it al
ship for an o
se date, Yet
fond of a muse ment too; He
2. The bo swains mate was ver y
dined in a roy al way On
sat in a com mo dores hat And
3. The cap tain

5

mayed her crew, Or

wind that blew dis
troub led the cap tains mind
played hop scotch with the star board watch While the cap tain tick led the crew.
toast ed pigs and pick
les and figs And gum mer y bread each day.

9

The
And the
But the

man at the wheel was

made to feel Con tempt for the wild est blow ow ow, Tho it
gun ner we
had was ap par ent ly mad For he stood on the can nons tai ai ail, And
rest of us ate from
an o dious plate For the food that was giv en the crew ew ew Was a

13

of ten ap peared when the gale had cleard, That hed been in his bunk be low.
in the cap tains boots In the teeth of a boom ing gale. Then
fired sal utes
of
num ber of tons
hot cross buns Served up with
su gar and glue.
17

blow, ye winds, heigh ho!

A rov ing I will go! Ill stay no more on Eng lands shore, So

23

let the mu sic play ay ay!

28

main!

Im off to my love

Ill cross
Im off for the morn ing train!

with
a box ing glove, Ten thou sand miles

America

43

3
4

Samuel Francis Smith (18081895)
1.
2.
3.
4.
6

sing;
love;
song;
sing.

11
From
My
Let
Pro

tis
My coun try,
My na tive coun
swell
Let mu sic
Our fa thers God
of
try,
the
to

ev
heart
rocks
tect
ry
with
their
us

moun
rap
si
by

tain side
ture thrills,
lence break,
Thy
might,

137

the rag ing

a

way!

Traditional

thee, Sweet land of lib

thee, Land of the no
breeze, And ring from all
Au thor of lib
Thee,
Land where my
fa
thers died,
I
love thy rocks and rills,
Let
mor tal tongues a wake;
Long may our
land
be bright,

er ty,
Of thee I
ble free, Thy name I
the trees Sweet free doms
er ty,
To Thee we

pil
grims pride,
Land of
the
tem
pled hills;
Thy woods and
all
Let
that breathe par take;
ho
ly
With free doms
light,

rit.
Let
Like
The
Great

free
that
sound
God

dom
a
pro
our

ring!
bove.
long.
King.

138
The Tailor and the Mouse

1. There
2. The
3. The
4. The
5. The
was
tai
tai
pie
tai

They
He
He
The
So he

13

lor
a
tai
lor thought the
lor thought his
the
was
cut,
lor found his

in
a
ap
him
in

dle un

Lord Byron (17881824)

one house,
blue pill,
ple
pie,
a
bout,
his stead,

o ver the
kum

the town of

Hi
lea,
Maid of Athens

Ath ens, ere we part,

1. Maid of
2. By those tress es un con fined,
Ath ens, I am gone,
3. Maid of

Give,
Wooed
Think

fee

dle!

rit.
say,
Ram

did dle un kum

dle!
Hi did dle un kum

Hi did dle un kum fee

Hi did dle un kum tar um tan tum Through

a tempo

Hi did

a mouse,
had
mouse was ill,
mouse would die,
mouse ran out,
mouse was dead,

lived to geth er
gave him part of
baked him in
an
tai
lor fol lowed
caught a noth er
English Folk Song
dle!
fee
Henry Robinson Allen (18091876)

back my

heart!
oh, give me
ge an wind,
by each
of me, sweet,
when a lone,

5

take the

rest!
Or, since that has left my breast, Keep it now, and
By those lids whose jet ty fringe, Kiss thy soft cheeks bloom ing tinge,
Though I fly to Is tam
bol, Ath ens holds my heart and soul.

10

fore I
go, Hear my vow be fore
like the roe, By those wild eyes like
love thee? No! Can I cease to love

15

dear est life, I
dear est life, I
dear est life, I

6
4
Come

46
The
46

let
bells
drums

well

I
I
I
shall
ring,
beat,

light
cuck oo,
spend
ly

trip it
the

our
bells
fife
the

love thee,
love thee,
love thee,
My
My
My
My life, I love but thee.


the

Come let us all a-maying go

(Round)

may
all
us
a
ing

ly
and
light

the
cuck oo,

so

love thee. Hear my vow, be fore I go.

By those wild eyes like the roe,
love thee.
love thee! Can I cease to love thee? No!
shall
go, My life,
I
the roe, My life,
thee? No! My life,
139
Hear my vow be
By those wild eyes
Can I cease to

to

cuck oo
time

go,

and

shall
ring,
and the
shall
play,
and

and

a

fro.
sing;
way.
The
140
Saint Patricks Day

M. J. Barry
86

blest be the days when the

scep ter, a
las! passed a
blest be the hour, when
be
1. Oh!
2. Her
3. Oh!
6
8

of

Irish Folk Song
lime oer the

trea son sur
hailed
as it
green ban ner float ed, Sub

way
to the stran ger; And
girt
by her can non,
And

free In nis fail,*

val
or hath held;
na tions ap plause,
moun tains
ren dered what
rose
by a

When her sons
But
That

to her
glo
ry and
hearts re mained a mid
waved a
loft oer the
true
flag

to

tread her soil, When

fied the in vad er
De
free dom de vot ed,
be quelled. Oft,
dark ness and dan ger, Which spite of her ty rants would not
As
I
men,
sert
I
rish
rish
ing
for
laws. Once
spires of Dun gan non,

9

back oer the main
oft, through the night

shall
more
it
wave

12

gave to re
li gion

they chased the Dane, And

and
flashed gleams of light Which al most the dark ness of
oer
hearts as brave, De spite
of the das tards who

When
val or and mind
learn ing their spoil,
star now is near,
bond age dis pelled; But a
mock
at her cause, And like broth ers a greed,

to geth er com bined.

her heav en to cheer,
what ev er their
creed,

*An ancient name for Ireland. A town in North eastern Ireland, once the chief seat of the Kings of Ulster.

But
Not
Her

15

where
like
chil

out
down
dark

20

brave
sons
brave

ment
fore la
the wild gleams
spired
dren in

with
with
ness

as
its
de

those
Er
rise

ed, Her
ed, But
ed, No

neer
daugh
join

For
On
But

ries de part
ful ly dart
ries de part
glo
fit
glo
ray;
ray
stay,
and true heart ed, Than

as true heart ed, As
and true heart ed Who

id a
low ing
ing will

viv
hal
spond

oer the
which so
by those

had she
ters as
in her

Saint
she sees now on

in be holds on Saint
for their
rights
on Saint

The bell doth toll

(Round)

stars
long
lon
chil
fair,
cause

Pat
Pat
Pat

Bim,
Its
ech oes roll,
Bom,

dren more
and on
like the

ricks Day.
ricks Day.
ricks Day.

I love its ring ing For it calls to sing ing With its bim, bim, bim, bom

The bell doth toll,
shall shine
to shine
ger
in

141
know the sound full

well;
bell,
Bim, bim, bim, bom bell.
142

86

Johnny Sands

John Sinclair, 1842
1. A man whose name was John ny Sands, Had mar ried Bet
ty Hague,
2. For fear
that I
should cour age lack, And try to save my life,
6
8
5

And
Pray,

though she brought him gold and lands, She proved a ter ri ble plague; For, oh, she was a
She tied them fast, as
will, re plied his wife,
tie my hands be hind my back, I

10

scold ing wife, Full of ca price and whim,

He said that he was tired of life,
you may
think, And when se cure ly done, Now stand, she says, up on the brink,

And she was tired of him,
And
Ill pre pare to run,

And
And

she was tired of him,
Ill pre pare to run,

him;
Says he, Then I will drown my self,
run.
ing bride
All down the hill his lov

20

And
And

she was tired of

Ill pre pare to

The riv er runs be low;

Now
ran with all her force,

Says
To

25

143

he, Up on the
I wished it long a go. Says
she, Pray do, you sil
ly elf,
push him in, he stepped a side, And she fell in, of course; Now splash ing, dash ing,

30

brink Ill stand, Do you run down the hill, And push me in
with all your might. Says
like a fish, Oh, save me, John ny Sands. I cant, my dear, though much I wish, For
35

she, My love, I will, Says

you have
tied my hands, For

she, My love, I will, Says she, My love, I will.

you have
tied my hands, For you have tied my hands.

He that will an alehouse keep

(Round)

He that will an ale house keep, Must

cham ber and a fea ther
bed; A

Hey non ny non ny Hey non ny no,

chim
in
and
have three things

ney
Hey non ny no,
store,

Hey non ny non ny
Hey non ny no.
Skating

Round

Swift
ly
as
(Round)

and round we go

the swal lows go, A

Round and round and
to
While

ice
we
fly.
tles
by.
the north winds blow.

cross the spark ling

and fro While loud the cold wind whis

144
Sally in our Alley

Henry Carey (16871743)
17th or 18th Century English Folk Song

3

3

4

3
so
1. Of all the girls that are
smart,
the week
2. Of all the days with in
3. My mas ter and the neigh bours all
3
4

dar
dar
hap
ling
ling
pi

She is the
She is the
And then how
heart,
tween
be

of my
of my
ly well

heart,
heart,
live

And
The
A
lives
Sat
slave,

in the land
in my best,
years are out,
is
no
dy
la
then Im dressd all
when my sevn long

none
dear
game

the dar ling

of my
is
thats the day that comes be
ra ther
but for her Id

There
Oh,
But

She
And
And
Theres
I
Make

Thats half
To walk
Oh, then

And
And
But
lives
lives
not

like pret ty Sal ly;

ly love but one day;
of me and Sal ly;
3

3

3

3

in our
al ley:
ur day and Mon day:
gal ley.
and row a
3

so sweet as
Sal ly;
a broad with Sal ly;
Ill mar
ry Sal ly;

3
in our
in our
in our
al ley.
al ley.
al ley.
3

86

1. The Lords of cre

a
2. Ye Lords, who at pres
should there be
3. But
dies since
4. Now, La
6
8

trol.
bey?
fear.
go;

12

way,
say;
sway,
way,

As
But
Then
As

16

bey,
way,
way,
bey,

ev
think
let
ev
For
For as
For as
And well

o
a
her
o
bey,
way,
way,
bey,

did not A dam,

long as a wo mans
long as a wo mans
man age it so that

o
a
ah!
o

It has
We shall
Up
It has

al
ways
eer mind the
on
their
al
ways
been
thing
fan
been

the
you
cied
the

the ver
o
pos sessed of a tear, Your pow er will van ish a
pos sessed of a smile She will cer tain ly have her own
the ver y last man Shall the ver y last wo man o

ver y first
bey?
The
way;
pow er will
Your
yes,
cer tain ly
Shell
bey; Shall the ver y last

der wom ans con

y first man, The
ver y first wo man

o bey,
a way,
her way,
o bey,
J.S.R.
all,
For theyre un
ter
more strong; Shall the strong er the weak er o
the sight We shall still have no cause for
the rein,
But well show them the way to
the world be gan,

er since
not though these words we hear
them please them selves a while
the world be gan
er since

tion men we call, And they think they rule

the whole;
I know youll quick ly say:
ent hear my song,
so strange a wight,
As not to be moved by a tear,
Ive made it plain That the thing is real
ly
so,
But theyre much mis tak en

af
Our
size more large, our nerves
Though much as ton ished at
Well
e ven let them hold

8

145
The Lords of Creation

wo
van
have
wo

man o
ish a
her own
man o

bey!
way.
way.
bey.

146
Last Week I Took a Wife

from The Forty Thieves, 1808
Allegretto
42
f
2
4

$
Fine

M. Kelly

1. Last week I took

a wife, And when I first did woo her, I vowd Id stick through
to all mens
2. My wife with out her shoes Is hard ly three feet sev en, While I,
3. When she was gone, good lack, My hair like hogs was bris tled; I thought shed neer come

17

Like cob blers wax un to her; But soon we went by some mis hap
life
To
So when to take her down some pegs,
lev en;
views, Am full five feet e
I
back, So I went to work and whis tled: Then let her go, Ive got my stall, Which

22

log ger heads to

drubd her neat and
may no rob bers

26

geth er,
And
clev er,
She
fle: Twould
ri

when my wife be
made a
bolt right
break my heart to

gan
to strap, Why
through my legs, and
lose
my awl, To

D.S. al Fine

I be gan to leath er. Tol lol de rol lol lol de rol de lol, Why I be gan to leath er.
run a way for ev er, Tol lol de rol lol lol de rol de lol, And run a way for ev
er.
lose my wifes a tri fle, Tol lol de rol lol lol de rol de lol, To lose my wifes a tri
fle.

147
Where Theres a Will Theres a Way

43
1. Though
2.
The
3.
Mis
3
4
6

pro gress in
fronts it will
quit not the

som ber ar
soon win the
field in dis

sure ly an er ror, For where theres a

once we dis cov er That where theres a
mem ber ing ev er, That where theres a

Theres a way,
theres a
a
way,
Theres

19

Theres a way,
way,
theres
away,

will there is
will there is
will there is
al ways a
al ways a
al ways a

way.
way.
way.

way,
Wher ev er theres a will theres a

theres
away,

theres a
Theres a way,
To shrink from with ter ror

Is
half
o ver When
The fight
is
Then one more en deav or,
Re
ray;
day;
may;

trou bles per plex you, Dis heart en and vex you, Re tard ing your
task may be teas ing, The du ty un pleas ing, But he who con
for tunes un count ed Are of ten sur mount ed, If on ly we

11
Charles Edward Pollock

way,
Wher ev er theres a will theres a way.
theres a way,

148
To Phbe
W. S. Gilbert (18361911)
John Frederick Bridge (1844-1924)

2

4

pi to me of May, Love me but for half an
1. Gen tle, mod est, lit tle flow er, Sweet e
up
on
me while I sing! Please ec sta ti cise ex
Shed
2. Smiles that thrill from a ny dis tance,

2

4

9

%

hour, Love me, love me lit tle fay,
Gen tle, mod est, lit tle flow er, Sweet e
ist ence, Love me, oh thou fai ry thing! Smiles that thrill from a ny dis tance,
Shed up

17

%

pi to me of May,
on me while I sing!
Love me but for half an

Please ec sta ti cise ex
hour,
Love me, love me lit tle
ist ence; Love me, oh thou fai ry

24

Sen ten ces so fierce ly flam ing In your ti ny, shell like ear;
fay.
thing! Words like these out pour ing sad ly, Youd per pet u al ly hear,

I should
If I

32

al ways be ex claim ing If I loved you, Ph be dear, if I loved you, Ph be dear!
loved you, fond ly, mad
ly But I do not, Ph be dear! but I do not, Ph be dear!

149
The Flowers that Bloom in the Spring

W. S. Gilbert (18361911)
Arthur Sullivan (18421900)

6

8

1. The flow ers that bloom in the spring, Tra la, Breathe prom ise of mer ry sun shine,
to do with the case,
2. The
flow ers that bloom
in the spring,
Tra la, Have no thing

6

8

As we mer ri ly dance and we sing, Tra la, We wel come the hope that they bring, Tra la,
Ive
Tra la,
got totake un der my wing,
Tra la, A most un at trac tive old thing,

Of a sum mer of ros es and wine, Of a
With
a car i ca ture of a face, With a
sum mer of ros es and wine;

car i ca ture
of a face;
And
And

thats what we mean when we say that a thing Is wel come as flow ers that bloom in the spring.
thats what I mean
in the spring!
when I say or I sing, Oh both er the flow ers that bloom

Tra la la la la, Tra la la la la, The flow ers that bloom in the spring.

la la la la, Tra
la la la la,
Tra la la la la
la!
Tra

13

150
The Distant Shore

W. S. Gilbert (18361911)

1. A maid en sat at her door, And sighed as she looked at the sea; Ive a dear, dear love, on a
2. The maid en dried her
o ver her face, For she saw bright hope in the
eyes, And a smile shone

cresc.

6

dis tant shore, A dy ing for news of me, Ive a dear, dear love, on a dis tant shore, A
chang ing skies, As the wind flew off a pace, She saw bright hope in the chang ing skies, As the

11

dy ing for news of

wind flew off a

16
fair,
she,
p

lis ten ing near, And saw that the maid was
me. And the wind was
Hur ry, O wind, said
pace. And she bade the kind wind good speed,

cresc.

rit.

So the kind wind whis pered a hope in her ear, As he played with her bright brown
Oh, say that I love him in deed, and in deed. And the wind cried
o ver the

cresc.

Be of good cheer, sweet heart, I fly to that dis tant shore, Thy lov er Ill tell thou
hair:
Be of good cheer, sweet heart, I fly to that dis tant shore, Thy lov er Ill tell thou
sea,

20
a tempo
cresc.

f
f rall.
26

lov est him well, Ev er and ev er more. 3. The wind tore o ver the wave, Scat ter ing o cean spray, But a

33

dim.

his
And
ship
way,
sank
lack! the lov erhe flew tosave, He met on his home ward
in
good
the gale, And

151

44

50
hand in hand,

56
rit.

sob
wind
And
the
bing
came

to

tell the tale, And the maid en drooped and
ev ry soul be side,

pSlower

died.
Be of good cheer, poor heart, At rest on a dis tant shore, Where thou and thy love walk

39
shore,
cresc.
Where

Ev er and ev

er more!
Be of good cheer, dear heart, At rest on a dis tant

rit.

thou and thy love go hand

in hand,

dim.
Ev

er and ev

er

more!

152
W. S. Gilbert (18361911)
Moderato

A British Tar

&

tar is a soar ing soul, As free as a moun tain bird;
1. A Brit ish
His
2. His eyes should flash with an in born fire, His
scorn be wrung; He
brow with

8

8

8

11
word.
tongue.

His
His

8

cheeks
hair

should
should

his
his
And
And
cheeks should flame And his brow should

hair should twirl, And his face should

dic ta tor ial

tang of a ty rant

nose should pant, And his lip should curl,

foot should stamp, And his throat should growl,
His nose should pant,

His foot should stamp,
14

en er get
ic fist Should be rea dy to re sist
A
nev er should bow down To
a dom i neer ing frown, Or the

furl, His
scowl,
His

lip
throat

His
His

should curl, His

should growl, His

bo som should heave, And his

eyes
should flash
And his

flame, And his brow should furl,

twirl, And his face should scowl,

And his bo som should

And his eyes should

17

heart should
breast pro

rall.

Pi vivace

glow,
trude,
And his fist

And this

ev er rea dy for a knock down

his
cus tom a ry at
ti
cresc.

nose should pant, And his lip should curl, His cheeks should flame And his
foot should stamp, And his throat should growl, His hair should twirl, And his
blow.
tude.
23

heave, And his heart should

flash, And his breast pro
glow, And his fist be ev er rea dy For a knock down blow. His
trude. And this should be his cus tom a ry at
ti tude. His

20

153

brow should furl, His

face should scowl, His

bo som should

eyes
heave, And his heart should glow,

should flash And his breast pro trude.

1.

fist be ev er rea dy For a knock down blow.
cus tom a ry
this should
be his

f

26

And his

And

2.

at ti tude, his at

30

38

at
ti tude, his at ti tude, his

&
ti tude.

154
Brightly dawns our wedding day
W. S. Gilbert (18361911)

6


1. Bright ly
2. Let us

dawns our wed ding day; Joy ous hour, we give thee greet ing! Whi ther, whi ther art thou
dry the rea dy tear, Though the hours are sure ly creep ing, Lit tle need for woe ful

11

fleet ing? Fick le mo ment, pri thee stay! Fick le mo ment, pri thee stay!
weep ing, Till the sad sun down is near, Till the sad sun down is near.
16

21

f This the close of

Though the toc sin

Ding
fol low: Though the toc sin sound ere long,
mor row: This the close of ev ry song,

What though mor tal joys be hol low? Plea sures come, if
sor rows
to
All
must sip the cup of sor row
I
day, and thou to

Ding
sound ere long, Though

ev ry song, This

Ding
dong!
dong!
Ding
the toc sin sound ere
Though
the close of ev ry
This

dong!
Ding
dong!

Ding
155
26

the toc sin sound ere long,

the close of ev ry song,

p
dong!

'

dong!
Ding
long, sound
ere long,
song, this
the close,
33
40

dong!

dong!
f

mer ry mad ri
gal,
Fa
la.
la la la la la,
la la
Fa
Fa

Fa la la la la,
45
la la la la, Fa

la,

Fa
Fa
Fa
50
la,
Fa
Fa

la la la la,
la,
Fa la la la, Fa

la,
Fa
la
ff la la la la, Fa

la la la la la, Fa la la, Fa la,
la la,
Fa
la la la

la.

Fa la

gal, Sing a
mer ry mad ri
Fa la la la la la la,
Fa
Fa la la la la la la,
la la la la la la la la, dim. la la la la, Fa

la la la la, Fa

p

la,

Fa

f

fall O ver one and o ver all, Sing a mer ry mad ri gal, Sing a
fall, Soon er, lat er, o ver all.

dong! Ding
dong! Yet
un til the shad ows
Ding
dong! Ding
dong! What, though sol emn shad ows
Ding
Ding dong!
Ding dong!

Ding

la, Fa la

la,
la la la la la,
la la la la,
Fa
Fa la la
la
la
la,
la,

Fa la la la la,

la, Fa la

la,
Fa
pp
Fa

la

la

la
Fa
Fa la la la la

la la la, Fa la la la la

1.

2.
la.
la.

156

86

W. S. Gilbert (18361911)
1. When I
2. Con ceive
3.
A
Jap
4.
A pallid
6
8

When I go out of door

go
me,
a
and

door,
of
out
you can,
if
nese young man
thin young man

5

sigh ing
com mon
ces ca
green
e

I
Who
A
A

did dle did dle

of his din ner,
ry de lec ta
ing young
par ti

Will
And
ble,
cle

cling
stick
mi
Gros

rank
does
High
whats

Dis tin
More fun
A Somer
A Howell

(All
A
Fran
A

guish gems from paste,

And
day Pops.
than Mon
Whos
set House young man,
A
and James young man
A

as
nt
ly
the
be fore.
yearn ing) Will fol low me as
pipe, And a
half bred black and tan.
ny, Je ne sais quoi young man.
prim i
Gal le ry, Foot in the grave young man!
ing and
and a
mi ny,
ve nor

Of dam
o zels
a
score,
An
ry day young man;
ev
A
and white young man
blue
A haggard and lank young man
shall, with cul tured taste,

thinks sub ur
ban hops,
chance ry Lane young man
Sewell and Cross young man

and burn ing, And

place type, With a
di Ri
mi mi,
ry yal
le ry,
13
High
fond
ve
push

an id yll, If
I
pro nounce it chaste!
get thin ner On
bot
tled beer and chops.
re spec ta ble Three pen ny bus young man!
next
ar ti cle
Wa ter loo House young man!

A

most in tense young man,

A com mon place young man
you can,
Con ceive me, if
you
can,
if
Con ceive me,

21

soul ful
A

al,
y,
al,
al,

su per s thet
jol ly Bank hol
su per s thet
a rith met

ic al,
i day,
ic al,
ic al,

Out
Ev
Out
Ev
of
e
of
e

the
ry
the
ry

way
day
way
day

157

young
young
young
young
eyed
A mat ter of fact
A crot chet y, cracked
A mat
ter of fact

ul tra po et ic
stea dy and stol id
ul tra po et ic
al pha bet ic

man,
man
man,
man,

young
young
young
young

An
A
An
An

man!
man.
man!
man!

Merrily Greet the Morn

86
Mer
6
8

6Cheer

8
6Hark!

8
ly,
ri
(Round)
mer

ly,

cheer

to the ech

i
hill
and
ri
ly,
ly
dale,

oes,

far,
greet

sound
hear
far,
the

the

the
morn;

horn.

play
way.

Oer

Catch Round the Table

(Round)

Now we are met, let mirth a
bound,
Now we are met,
let mirth a bound.

And let the catch,
and let the catch,
go round.
and let the catch with joy

With joy go round,
with joy go round, let the catch
with joy go round.
158
The criminal cried

W. S. Gilbert (18361911)

86

1. The crim in
al cried, as he droppd him down, In a state of wild a larm
2. He shiv erd and shook as he gave
the sign For the stroke he did nt de serve,
3. Now tho youd have said that head was dead (For its own
er dead was he),
6
8

With a
tic, fear ful frown I
bared my big right arm.
fright ful, fran
When all of a sud den his
eye met mine, And it seemd to brace his nerve,
It
stood on its neck with a smile well bred, And bowd three times to me!

his
his lit tle pig tail,
And
I
seizd him by
on
For he nod ded his head and kissd his hand, And he whis tled an
It was none of your
im pu dent off hand nods, But as hum ble

12
he,
he,
be,

As he squirmd
As the
sa
For it
clear

15

drew my snick er
cer vi cal ver te
man
of ped
i

snee,
br,
gree,

and strug gled And

true
Cut
bre
knew
The
ly

my snick er
his ver te
i
of ped

gur gled and gur gled, I

ly
His
through
clean
To
due
def er ence
a

knees fell
air,
did
as
could

snee!
br!
gree!

Oh
When a
And its

23
19

For get the cry, Or the shriek that shriek ed

neer shall I
mans a fraid A beau ti ful maid Is a cheer ing sight to
I vow, This death ly bow Was a touch ing sight to
oh,

er

ways tries To
He al
Her taste ex act For
And
in this case It

3.

says! Ex act

34

ter lies,
ut
fault less fact
all took place

And ev
A
Ex

grees;
pays,

1.--2.

ry time he
mounts to a dis
act
ly as he

a
it

snee!
me!
me!

less tales.
We know him well, He can not tell

Un
true or ground
Her ter ri ble tale You cant as sail, With truth it quite
The haugh ty youth He speaks the truth When ev er he finds

ly, ex act ly, ex act ly, ex act
ly as he

As I
And its
Though
he,
see;
see;
gnashd my teeth, When from

its sheath I
drew
my snick
oh,
ment sad Was soothd by sight of
Im glad, That mo
trunk
less,
It could nt for get The def er ence due to
yet

159
fails.
ease.

says!

160

86

W. S. Gilbert (18361911)

Tit-Willow

Sang, Wil low, tit wil low, tit

lit tle tom tit
1. On a tree by a riv er a
2. He slapped at his chest, as he sat on that bough, Sing ing, Wil low, tit wil low, tit
3. Now I feel just as sure as Im sure that my name
Is nt Wil low, tit wil low, tit
6
8

4

Wil low,
wil low,
wil low,

tit wil low,

tit wil low,
tit wil low,

tit
tit
tit

13

wil low?
wil low!
wil low!

10

And I
said to him, Dick y bird, why do you sit
Sing ing,
And a
Oh,
cold per spi
ra tion be span gled his brow,
that
That twas blight ed af
ex
Oh,
him
claim,
made
fec tion

wil low!
wil low!
wil low,

in
tel lect,
Is it weak ness of
He sobbed and he sighed, and a
And if you
re main
cal lous and

ra
bird ie? I cried, Or a
ther tough worm in your lit tle in side? With a
gur gle he gave, Then he plunged him self
in to the bil low y wave, And an
Shall
per
as
did, and you will know
ob du rate,
he
I
ish

why, Though I

shake of his poor lit tle head, he re plied, Oh, wil low, tit wil low, tit wil low!
ech o a rose from the su
i cides grave: Oh, wil low, tit wil low, tit wil low!
prob
ab ly shall not ex claim as I die, Oh, wil low, tit wil low, tit wil low!

161
Mister Speaker, though tis late

(Round)
86
1. Mis
86
6
8

Speak

f 2. Ques

hear

bate,
must
if
pray
ques
Or
der,

you,
Or
der,

hear

mp
length

tis
him!

tion,

or

ques

mp

Speak
der,
ter
der, or
length
must
Mis

fff
hear
late,
name
hear!
er,
though

tion, ques

sup port

him!
pray

port,
the
de
you

sup port the
de
bate,
Mis
you

stir,
Sir, I shall
the
chair,

sup port

ter

Ques

sup
tion,
him! hear

I
must
length en the
de

you if
you, Sir, I shall name
you

pray

tis

en
en the
pray

Sir, I shall name you if

Sir, I shall name you if

the chair,
Joseph Baildon (d. 1774)
pray sup port the chair,
him! hear!

Sir, I shall

name
late,

him! hear!

ff

er, though

tion,
sup port
late,
tis
tion, ques

you stir,

er, though

though tis
Speak
3.
hear him!
chair,
ter
hear him! hear

stir,

12

late,
the
tion,

bate.

stir.

chair.
162
La ci darem la mano
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (17561791)
From Don Giovanni

Andante

2

4

Don G. Nay, bid me not re sign, love, Cold
lythe hand I press, Oh! say thou wilt be mine,

love, Breathe
2

4

Zerline

7

but
that one word, Yes. I would
and yet I would
not, I feel my heart mis give, Shouldst

13

live.
thou prove false, I could not Be come thy scorn and live, Be come thy scorn and

Don
G.
Zer.

G.
19

Don

al
love,
fond
ter!
should
dear
ness
thy
come
oh,
then,
Come then,
est.
Yet
Nay,
invain thou

24
Zer.

fear est. Still, still this heart
will
fal ter, this heart
will
fal ter, this heart
will

G.

28
Zer.

Don

love. I would, and yet I
fal ter. Come then, come then!
Nay bid me not re sign,

163

Don
G.

Nay, love, in vain thou
Oh, say thou wilt be mine. I feel my heart mis give,

Zer.

38

mis give, Yet should thy fond ness
still this heart will
fearst, I
alter, Still,
feel my heart

Zer.

Don
G.

44

86

fal
will fal ter,
will fal ter, Oh,
come, then come, I come.
ter, this heart
this heart

6

8

Allegro

Both

6

8

Yes,
hand and heart u nit ing, Each oth ers vows re quit ing, Our joy no

6

8

Both
Zer.

2.
1.
Don G.
54
Don G.

I
bounds shall know,
Our
know, Oh, come, I come,
come.
Oh, come!

60

no
bounds
shall
know,
shall
Our
joy no bounds shall
joy
joy
no
bounds
know,
Our

know.

would not.

33
Don G.
Zer.
164

2 f
4

Soldiers Hymn

1. We, thy sol diers, hail thee, hail thee,

2. Forth to bat tle march we, march we,

Franz Josef Haydn

(17321809)

Great Re pub lic, mo ther coun try;

We,
thy sons have heard the sum mons;

2

4

6

We thy sol diers hail thee, hail thee, On the eve of bat tle. Thou hast calld us,
Forth
of bat tles,
God
to bat tle march we, march we, We will fight for free dom.

12

Arm ye, arm ye, O my brave and val iant sons. Thou hast calld us, Arm ye, arm ye,
be Thou
with us,
cause
is just and right; God of bat tles, be Thou
with us, For our

rall.
ff

17

Free dom is in per il.
We, thy sol diers, hail thee, hail thee: We go forth to war.
Bring
to bat tle march we, march we, Na tion
of the free.
us home
tri um phant! Forth

When Jesus Wept
(Round)

3
2
= 72
When
23
3 In
2
When
23
Siezd
Je
sus

wept,
the
mer
cy
flowed
be
yond
Je
sus
groand
trem

all
the
guilt
William Billings (17461800)

fall

world
ing
tear,
all
bound;
bling
fear,

round.
165
When I in pain and sorrow moan

Burkard Waldis (14901556)

mf
When

Tis then I

p

high

And wait in pa tient prayr be

11

And feel for sak en

f

lift mine eyes on

I in pain and sor row moan,

6

Arranged by Michael Praetorius (15711621)

Un

help on

mf

low,
and
a lone,

To God,
for

Him re ly;

til His gra cious love He show.

Jesus! the very thought of Thee

43
Edward Caswall (18141878)

sus! the ver

1. Je
2. Nor voice can sing,
ev
3. O hope of
3
4

John Bacchus Dykes (18231876)
y thought of Thee
nor heart can frame,
ry con trite heart!
8

Thy face
But sweet er far
to
see,
A sweet er sound than Thy blest name.
To those who fall, how kind Thou art!
With sweet ness fills my breast;

Nor can the mem ry find
O
all the meek!
joy of
And in Thy pres ence rest.

man kind!
O Sav ior of
How good to those who seek!
166
The Spacious Firmament on High

Joseph Addison (16721719)

Franz Josef Haydn (17321809)

1. The
spa cious firm a ment on
high, And all
the blue e
2. Soon
as
the eve ning shades pre vail, The moon takes up the
3. What though, in sol emn si
lence, all
Move round the dark ter

16

25

pub
firm
ev
nal pro
of her
orbs be

claim. Thun wear ied sun from day to day Does his
birth; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all
found; In rea sons ear they all re joice, And ut

sky, And span gled heavns, a shin ing frame, Their great O
ri gi
to the list ning earth Re peats the sto ry
tale, And night ly
ball; What though nor
midst their ra diant
voice, nor sound A
real

the real
won drous
rest rial

lish es
to ev
the tid ings as
er sing ing as

ry land
they roll,
they shine:

Cre a
tors powr dis play, And
the plan ets in their turn, Con
ter forth a glo rious voice; For

rall.

al might y hand.
The work
of an
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
The hand that made us is div ine.

167
Ode to Joy
Friedrich von Schiller (17591805)

1. Hail to
Joy, from
2. We, with whom kind
3. Hail to
Joy, from
5

her shrine we now are bend ing; Let

At
the world our glad
eer re joic ing, For through him we heav
We should be for
God whose love
Broth ers, in yon might y spac es Dwells our

9

ye here be low.
heavn de scend ing; Hail Joy, all
for tune fa vors Lov ing friend in stead of foe,
heavn de scend ing; Bring ing heavn on earth to you!

Ludwig van Beethoven (17701827)

ness know.
en know.
is true.

Though by cus toms law di vid ed, Now we meet on com mon ground. We
for them selves do
They who scorn the pledge of friend ship On ly
live, They
O
ye mil lions, bow be fore Him; Seek Him, He is
nigh! We
ev er

13
are broth ers,

are doomed to
are broth ers,

rall.

all
our
u nit ed When joy in
walk for got ten Who re fuse their
all
u nit ed,
Fa therd by one

hearts
hearts
God

is found.
to give.
on high.

168
Glorious Things of Thee Are Spoken

1. Glor
2. See!
3. Round
4. Blest
5. Sav

9

He, Whose word can not be

Well sup ply
thy sons and
For
a
ry and a
glo
Je
sus, whom their souls re
Let
the world de ride or
On
Who
Thus
Tis
Fad
13

the
can
de
His
ing

found ed, What can

er
riv
er
Ev
ban ner Light by
O ver
es
rais
plea sure, All his

brok en, Formed thee

daugh ters, And
all
cov ring, Show ing
ly
on, Makes them
pit
will
y,
I

ges
a
rock of
a
faint when such
ing from their
riv
love His peo ple
the world lings
is
With
tions
sal va
Grace, which like
the
Safe they feed
up
And
as priests, his
Sol
and
id joys

cit
y
of thee are spok en,
Zi
on,
of our
from e
of liv ing wa ters Spring ing
ter nal
ta tion hov ring
cloud and fire ap
i
See the
on, Washed in
the Re deem ers
i tants of Zi
I through grace a mem ber
y
of Zi ons cit
ious things
the streams
each hab
in hab
ior,
if

for
fear
that
kings
glo

His own a
of want re
the Lord is
and priests to
ry
in Thy

shake thy sure

re
flows their thirst t'as
night and shade by
self
to reign as
boast ed pomp and

walls sur round ed Thou

Lord the giv
er, Nev
on the man na Which
sol emn prais es Each
last ing trea sure, None
mayst
er
he
for
but
smile
fails
gives
a
Zi
at
all
from age
them when
thank of
ons chil

God!
love,
pear!
blood!
am;
thy
to
they
f ring
dren

bode;
move:
near:
God;
Name;
pose?
suage?
day,
kings,
show!

foes.
age.
pray.
brings.
know.
169
Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Robert Robinson (17351790)
from Repository of Sacred Music, Part Second, 1813

3

4

eve ry bless ing,
1. Come, Thou Fount of
2. Sor rowing I
shall be
in spi rit,
3.
Je
sus sought me when a stran ger,
4.
O
to grace how great a debt or
5.
O
that day when freed from sin ning,
3
4

mer cy, nev

er
from what I
in
do
res cue me from
to
Thy good ness, like
a
ed then in blood
washed

I
His
to
my

raise
kind
wan
Lord,

Im
by
till
O
gels

fixed
Thy
death
take
now

ceas
her
dan
fet
lin
ing,
it,
ger,
ter,
en

heart
leased
from
Im
see
sing Thy
to
from flesh and
the fold of
con strained to
Thy love
ly

Call
Here
In
Bind
How

Sung

for
Thy
ter
my
Ill

est
songs of
loud
prais es
Ill be
posed His
pre cious
wan dring heart to
sing Thy
sov reign

praise.
gin;
blood;
Thee.
grace;

on
it, Mount of Gods un chang ing
up
ar
good plea sure, Safe ly
rive at
to
I can not pro claim it
shall loose me
and seal it, Seal it
for Thy courts a
to car ry
Me to realms of
end less

grace;
sin,
God;
be!
face;
son net,
by flam ing tongues a bove.
nee zer; Here by Thy great help Ive come;
nev er
tell,
sues me Mor tal tongue can
God I
love;
feel it, Prone to leave the
tar ry, Take my ran somed soul
a way;
o dious
Eb e
my
ness yet pur
der, Lord, I
no long
er
Praise the mount!

And
I hope,
Clothed in flesh,
Heres my heart,
Send
Thine
an

Teach me some mel
Here
How
Prone
Come,

Streams of
Yet
He,
Let
Cloth

Tune my
Till re
Wan dring
Dai ly
I shall

love.
home.
well.
bove.
day.
170
Jesus, Lover of my soul

Aberystwyth, Joseph Parry (18411903)
Charles Wesley (17071788)

1. Je
2. Oth
3. Thou,
4. Plen

5

While
Leave,
Raise
Let

Hide
All
Just
Thou

f

13
Safe
Cov
Vile
Spring

er
of
uge have
art
all
with Thee
the
ah,
the
the
lows near
not
me
en, cheer
ing streams

in
er
and
Thou

me roll,
a lone,
the faint,
a bound;
Sav ior, hide,

Thee is stayed,
is Thy Name,
foun tain art,
to the ha ven guide,

my de fence less head
am,
I
full of sin
up with in my heart,

Let me to Thy bos om fly,

Hangs my help less soul on Thee:
More than all in Thee I find;
Grace to cov er
all my sin;
soul,
none,
want,
found,

bil
leave
fall
heal
me, O my
my trust on
and ho ly
of life the
my
I
I
is

9 p

Lov
ref
Christ,
grace
sus,
er
oh,
teous

tem
port
sick,
keep

pest
and
and
me
While
Still
Heal
Make
the
sup
the
and

Till the storm of

All my help from
I am
un
all
Free ly
me
let
O
With
Thou
Rise
re
the
art
to

ceive my
shad ow
of
full
e
all

is high!
still
com fort me;
lead the blind,
pure with in.

life
Thee
right
take

is
I
eous
of
past;
bring;
ness!
Thee;

last!
soul at
of Thy wing!
truth and grace.
ni
ty.
ter

171
The Battle Prayer

f

7

13

p

1. Fa
2. Fa
3. All

16
cresc.

ther! I bend
ther! I trust
I give back

f

cresc.
(
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p

p
p
Life,
When
When
Thee,
Thee,
Thee!

fz

Friedrich Heinrich Himmel (17651814)

fz

to
to
to

((
(
pp

it
midst
at

cresc.

pp

cresc.

was Thy
gift,
the bat tles strife,
Thy call,
I my

f

Thou now canst shield it, From Thee it came, and to

I yield it, In
Thee
Death did sur round me, Een at the can nons mouth, Death has not found me.
When in the cold
Life then shall yield,
tomb,
my fate shall be seald,

19

p cresc.

life
or death
for sake not me,
Fa ther, twas Thy will! I trust in Thee.
Fa ther,
my soul take un to Thee!

f

Fa ther, I bend
Fa ther, still guide
Fa ther,
for sake

p

to

Thee!
Thou me!
not me!

172
John Henry Newman (18011890)

23

Lead, kind ly Light, a mid then cir cling gloom,
1.
2.
3.
I was not ev er thus, nor prayed that Thou

So long Thy powr has blest me, sure it still
3
2
5
Lead Kindly Light

dark, and I am far from home,
choose and see my path; but now
fen, oer crag and tor rent, till

11

do not ask to
day; and, spite of
an gel fac es

Lead Thou me
Shouldst lead me
Will lead me

Lead Thou me on.

Lead Thou me on.
The night is gone,

see
fears,
smile,

on;
on;
on

The night is
I loved to
Oer moor and

Keep Thou my
I loved the
And with the
feet;
I
gar
ish
morn those

The dis tant scene; one step e nough for me.

Pride ruled my will: re mem ber not
past years.
Which I have loved long since, and lost
a while.

Glory be to Jesus
Bemerton, Friedrich Filitz (18041876)
tr. by Edward Caswall (18141878)

1. Glo
ry
be to Je
2. Blest through end less a
3. Oft
as earth ex ult

sus, Who in bit ter pains

ges
Be the pre cious stream,
ing Wafts its praise on
high,

Poured for me the

Which from end less
gel hosts, re
An

life
tor
joic

From His sa cred veins!

Does the world re deem!
Make their glad re
ply.
blood
ments
ing,

11
In that Blood I find,

to the skies;
Plead ed
Swell the might y flood;

Grace and life

e
ter
A bels blood for ven
Lift ye then your voic

Blest be His com pas

But the Blood of Je
Loud er still and loud
173
nal
geance
es;

sion, In fin ite ly

kind!
sus For our par don cries.
er, Praise the pre cious Blood!
Oh, happy is the man that hears

Michael Bruce (17461767)
George Frideric Handel (16851759)

43

1.
2.
3.
4.
Oh, hap py
is
the man that hears In
far Than
For she hath trea sures great er
She guides the young with in
no cence In
Ac cord ing
as
bors rise, So
her la

3
4

And who
And her
A crown
Her ways

les
ce
re wards
of
glo
are ways

tial
more
ry
of
struc
east
plea
her
tions
and
sures
re
warn
west
paths
wards

wis
pre
she
plea
ing
un
to
in
voice;
fold;
tread;
crease;

ly, on
ly choice.
dom makes His ear
cious are Than all their stores of gold.
y head.
be stows Up on the hoar
sant ness, And all her paths are peace.

174
God so loved the world
p
43
Andanta ma non lento

3

4

mf
11

God
so loved the

world,

cresc.
God

John Stainer (18401901)

so loved the

world that He gave His on ly be

cresc.
f

got ten Son, that who so be liev eth, be liev eth in Him should not per ish, should not per ish, but

21

have ev er last ing

mf

p
cresc.

life.
For God sent not His Son in to the world to con demn
the world, God

p

sent not His Son in tothe world to con demn
the world; but that the world through Him might be

pp
36

cresc.

sav
God so loved the world that He gave His
ed. God so loved the world,

mf
p

47
cresc.

29
on ly be got ten Son, that who so be liev eth, be liev eth in Him should not per ish, should not

f

cresc.
57
per ish but have ev er last ing life, ev er last
pp

so loved the
God

world,

so loved the
God

175
dim. rall.

ing life, ev er last ing, ev er last

68
life,
ing

ppp rall.

God
world,
so loved the world.

Abide with me
Henry Francis Lyte (17931847)

11

deep
dim,
bel
weight,
bide with me;

its close
to
on my head
fear no foe,
1. A
2. Swift
3. Thou
4.
I

ens;
its
lious
and

fail,
all
oft
grave,

Fast
ebbs
in
with

tide,
ven
falls the e
day;
tle
out lifes lit
ear ly youth didst smile,
bless;
to
Thee at hand

bide!
Lord, with me
a
way;
glo
a
ries pass
and per verse mean while,
ness.
tears no bit
ter
and com forts flee,

a round I
see;
I left Thee.
as
thy vic to
ry?
William Henry Monk (18231889)
Help of the
O Thou who
On to the
tri umph
I

dark ness
The
Earths joys grow
And though re
have no
Ills

When
Change
Thou
Where
help
o ther
cay
and de
left
hast not
is deaths sting?

help less, oh,

chan gest not,
close, O Lord,
still, if Thou
a
a
a
a
bide
bide
bide
bide
with
with
with
with
ers
in
me,
Where,

me.
me.
me.
me.

176
Once to Every Man and Nation

James Russell Lowell (18191891)

42

1. Once
2. Then
3.
By
4. Though
to
ev ry man and
to
side with truth is
the light of burn ing
e vil
the cause of
4
2
5

the strife of truth with

her cause bring fame and
ing up new Cal vries
her por tion be the

13

Some
Then
New
Yet

false hood, For

prof it, And
er With
ev
scaf fold, And

the
tis
the
up
3
great cause, some great de

ci sion, Of
it
the brave man choos es, While
is
oc
ca sions teach new du ties, Time
that scaf fold sways the
fu ture, And,

the choice goes
mul ti
the
must up ward
eth God with
by
tude
still
in
for
make
and
the

good or
prosp rous
cross that
on
the

vil side;
e
be just;
to
turns not back;
throne be wrong,

f ring each the bloom

cow ard stands
the
makes an cient good
hind the dim
be
or
a
un
un

er Twixt that
ev
Of the
vir tue
on ward Who would
shad ow Keep ing

to
de cide,
wretch ed crust,
feet
I track,
lone is strong;

mo ment
share her
bleed ing
truth a
And
Till
They
Stand

In
Ere
Toil
Though
na tion Comes the

no ble, When we
Je sus
mar tyrs
pros per, Yet tis

Thomas John Williams (18691944)

3
dark ness
faith they
keep a
watch a

3

and that
had de
breast of
bove his

blight,
side
couth;
known,

light.
nied.
truth.
own.

177
Be Still, My Soul
Finlandia, Jean Sibelius (18651957)
Katharina von Schlegel (16971768)
Translated by Jane L. Borthwick (18131897)

1.
2.
3.
4.
Be
Be
Be
Be
still,
still,
still,
still,
my
my
my
my

past.
tears;
Lord,

side;
take
part
on
Lord is
on thy
God doth un der
dear est friends de
hour is hast ning

best,
waves
Je
change

main.
faith ful will re

thy heavn ly
and winds still
sus can re
and tears are
Bear pa tient ly
the
To guide the fu
ture
And all is dark ened
When we shall be
for

pro vide;

to
or der and
Leave to thy God
fid ence, let no thing shake;
Thy hope, thy con
ter know His love, His heart,
Then shalt thou bet
When dis ap point ment, grief, and fear are gone,
eve ry change He
In
All now mys te
rious shall be bright at
Who comes to soothe thy sor rows and thy
Sor row for got, loves pur est joys re
18

cross of grief or pain;

the
thy
when
the
soul;
soul;
soul,
soul;
as He has the
in the vale of
ev er with the
12

last.
fears.
stored.

Be
Be
Be
Be
still,
still,
still,
still,
my
my
my
my

soul;
soul;
soul;
soul;

Friend Through thorn y ways leads to a joy

know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt
pay
From His own full ness all He takes
past,
All
safe and bless ed we shall meet

ful
be
a
at

end.
low.
way.
last.

thy
the
thy
when

178
At the Lambs High Feast We Sing

From 7th century Latin

Jacob Hintze (16221702)
Translated by Robert Campbell (18141868)

1.
At the Lambs high
2. Where the
Pas chal
3. Might y
Vic tim
4. Pas chal
tri umph,

5

the
ant
the
set

Gives
With
See
Ris

Him, whose love di vine, Gives

His sa
Pas
Christ, Whose Blood was shed,
chal Vic
Thou dost wave, Con quering Sa
ner
ban
songs of praise,
Fa
ry,
ther,
glo
un
for the feast,

His Bod y
i
ty and love
sin cer
the prince of dark ness quelld;
en Lord, all praise to Thee,

tide
Flow ing from His pierc d side;
go Through the wave that drowns the foe.
fight, Thou hast brought us
life and light:
born, dear Lord, in Thee.
free
Souls
re
9

13
to rious King,
Praise to our vic
Deaths dark an gel sheaths his sword
Powrs of hell be neath Thee lie;
a lone can this de stroy;
Sin

Praise we
Praise we
Now Thy
Hymns of
Harmonized by Johann Sebastian Bach (16851750)
feast we sing
blood is poured,
from on high!
Pas chal joy,
in
Who hath washed us
Is raels hosts tri umph
bro ken in
Death is
From sins death do Thou

cred Blood for wine,

tim, Pas chal Bread;
tan and the grave.
to Thee we raise;

Vic
the
Christ
we man
Eat
Heavns bright gates
the Spir
With

tim, Christ the Priest.

na
from a bove.
are
pen held.
o
er
it,
be.
ev

179
God Be Merciful to Me
3

3
3

4

Psalm 51
1. God, be
mer
2. I have sinned
3. Gra cious God,
4. Con trite spir
3
4

ci
a
my
it,
to me;
ful
gainst your grace
heart re new,
plead ing cries,

sions
your
me
I

Wash
Let
Your
Let

Wash
Let
Your
Let

with
re
re
ri
in;
joice
store,
fice

3

3
me, make me pure

my con trite heart
sal
va tions joy
my right eous sac

I rest
you to
it right
will not
with
re
re
ri

guilt
I
move
tongue
my
your
your
shall

cleanse,
and
make
then
O
in
me
de

soul op press.
mer cy trust.
Spir its light.
sing your love.

cleanse,
and
make
then
O
in
me
de

from my
sin.
cleanse me
ness hear your voice.
glad
fast ev
er more.
stead
light your ho
ly eyes.
plea.
face.
true.
spise.

3
3

in;
joice
store,
fice

my
your
and
de

3
3

3

3
me, make me pure

my con trite heart
sal
va tions joy
my right eous sac

grace
voked
spir
God,
grief and
I
con fess;
judg ment just; speech less,
nor re
from your sight
re prove, and my
will
3

3
3
3
your
pro
my
O

3
3
3

3
3
My trans gres
I con fess
Do not cast
Sin ful ways
on
and
make
you,
J. P. Holbrook (18211889)

my
sin.
cleanse me from
ness hear your voice.
glad
er more.
stead fast ev
ly eyes.
light your ho

180
Go to Dark Gethsemane
James Montgomery (17711854)

1.
2.
3.
4.
Go
See
Cal
Ear
to
dark Geth sem
Him
at the judg
vrys mourn ful moun
ly
to the tomb

Your
See
Made
An

Turn
Shun
It
Christ

deem ers
con flict see;
Re
bear ing all!
Him meek ly
sac ri
fice for you,
a
gels kept their vig ils there:

9
a
ne,
ment hall,
tain view;
pair,
re

5
Johann Sebastian Bach (16851750)

griefs a
way;
not from His
loss;
not suf f ring, shame or
fin ishd, hear Him cry:
is
seeks the skies;
is risn! He

that feel the tempt

Ye
en, bound, re viled,
Beat
There the Lord of Glo
Where they laid his breath

ers powr;
ar raignd:
ry see,
less clay;

bit ter hour:

Watch with Him one
Love
to man His soul sus taind!
on thac curs ed tree:
ing
Dy
Who hath tak en Him a way?

Learn
Learn
Trust
Sav

from
of
in
iour!

Him
to watch and
Christ to bear the
Christ, and learn to
so to
teach us

pray.
cross.
die.
rise.
We Sing the Praise of Him who Died

From William Gardiners Sacred Melodies, 1815
Thomas Kelly (17691854)

43

1. We sing the praise of Him who died, Of

In
2. In scribed up on the Cross we see
a way; It
3. The Cross! it takes our guilt
rit brave, And
4. It makes the cow ard spi
5. The balm of life, the cure of woe, The
3
4

Him
shin
holds
nerves
mea
who
ing
the
the
sure

died
let
faint
fee
and

up
ters,
ing
ble
the
on
God
spi
arm
pledge
the
is
rit
for
of

Cross;
love;
up;
fight;
love,

The sin
He bears
It cheers
It takes
The sin
ners
our
with
the
ners
let
up
the
ror
uge

hope
sins
hope
ter
ref
men de
on the
gloom y
from the
here be
ride,
tree;
day,
grave,
low,
1.
2.
3.
4.

to
ly
de
ing
dust
ear
with
pir

5

When, re pent ant,
to the
Thy fast ing
By
and dis
the pur ple robe of
By
By
Thy
tri umph oer the

13

Oh! by all
Thy
By Thy vic
try
By Thy cross, Thy
Might y God, as
Bend
Je
Je
Prince

ing
sus,
sus,
and

world but
from
a
ter
bit
death with
heavn a

loss.
bove.
cup.
light;
bove.

Savior, when in dust to Thee
Sav ior, when in

By Thy birth and
By Thy con flict
By Thy
deep ex

9

count the
mer cy
ry
ev
of
bed
theme in
For this we
He brings us
And sweet ens
And gilds the
The an gels
Robert Grant (17851838)

from Thy
look with
look with
Sav ior,

throne
pit
pit
God

on high,
ying eye;
ying eye;
most high,

Scarce
In
By
By
pains and woe

in
the hour
pangs and cries,
cend ed Lord,
Low we bow
By Thy hu
By Thine a
By the seald
Thee
years,
spair,
groan,
skies
tress
scorn,
grave,

Suf
Of
By
To
17th Century Spanish Melody

dor ing knee;

griefs and fears,
of prayer,
ny
pul chral stone,
tha
man
go
se

we
lift
our weep ing
the
lone
wil der
ly
Thy wounds, Thy crown of
Thy powr from death to

fered once
the sub
Thy per
Thy
throne

Hear
Hear
Hear
Hear

our
our
our
our

eyes;
ness,
thorn,
save;
for man be low,

tle tempt ers powr,
fect sac
ri
fice,
in heavn re stored,

pen
pen
pen
pen
181
i
i
i
i

ten
ten
ten
ten

tial
tial
tial
tial

cry!
cry!
cry!
cry!
182
Rock of Ages
Augustus Toplady (17401778)
3

4

3
4

Let

ter, and the

no Res pite
to thee for
to Worlds un

Be
All
Foul,
Rock

the Wa
Could my Zeal
Nak ed come
When I soar

Blood,
know,
Dress,
known,

of Sin the dou ble Cure,

for Sin could not
a tone,
the Foun tain fly;
I to
of A
ges, cleft for me,

ges, cleft for me,

of my Hands
bor
my Hand I bring,
this fleet ing Breath,
A
1. Rock of
2. Not the La
3. No thing in
4. While I draw

Thomas Hastings (17841872)

Let me hide
Can ful fil
Simp ly to
When
my Eye

From thy

Cleanse
Thou
Wash
Let

me
must
me,
me

my
thy
thy
lids
self
Laws
Cross
close

in thee!
De mands;
I cling;
in Death,

ed Side which flowd,

for ev
er
flow,
to thee for Grace;
thy Judg ment
Throne,
wound
Could my Tears
Help less look
See thee on

its Guilt and Powr.

and thou a
lone.
I
iour or
die!
my self in
thee.
from
save,
Sav
hide

Nearer, My God, to Thee

Sarah Flower Adams (18051848)

46
Lowell Mason (17921872)

Een though it
be a cross
Dark ness be
o ver me,
All that Thou send est me,
er, my God, to Thee, Near er to Thee!

1. Near
The sun gone down,
2. Though, like the wand er er,
let the way ap pear, Steps un to heavn;
3. There
6
4

7
That
My
In

12

God,

rais eth
rest a
mer cy

me,
stone;
givn;

to Thee,
Still
Yet
An

my God,
er,
Near

my song shall be,

my dreams Id be
to beck
on me
all
in
gels
to Thee,
Near

Near
Near
Near
er
183
er,
er,
er,

to
my
my
my

Thee!

All Hail the Power of Jesus Name

Oliver Holden (17651844)
1.
2.
3.
4.

Bring forth the roy al

Hail Him who saves you
To
Him all maj es
Well join the ev
er

di
by
ty
last
a
His
a
ing
dem,
grace,
scribe,
song

Bring forth the roy al

Hail Him who saves you
Him all maj es
To
Well join the ev
er

hail the powr of

Je sus name! Let an gels pros trate
raels cho sen
Is
race now ran somed from the
seed of
to His
re spon sive
ev ry tongue and
ev ry
tribe
the
feet may
at His
sa cred throng we
that with all
All
O
Let
Oh,

Edward Perronet (17211792)
di
by
ty
last
a
His
a
ing
dem,
grace,
scribe,
song

and
and
and
and
crown
crown
crown
crown

Him
Him
Him
Him
Lord
Lord
Lord
Lord

of
of
of
of

and
and
and
and

crown
crown
crown
crown
Him
Him
Him
Him

Lord
Lord
Lord
Lord
of
of
of
of

fall.
fall,
call,
fall!

all.
all.
all.
all.

all!
all!
all!
all!
184
Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings

Robert Seagrave (16931764)

5

my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy bet

Nor stay
o
the
ers to
cean run,
fly
me cares; While I
me rich es,
ye pil grims, cease to mourn, Press on
1. Rise,
2. Riv
3. Fly
4. Cease,

9

ter por tion

all their
in
that coast ex
ward to the

James Nares (17151783)

trace;
course;
plore;
prize;

Rise from tran

si
to
ry things, Towards heavn, thy na tive place;
cend ing seeks the sun,
Fire as
speed them to their source;
Both
Flat tring world, with all thy snares,
cit me no
more.
li
So
Sav
Soon our
ior will re turn,
skies:
um phant in the
Tri
Sun, and
a
To
Pil grims
a
Yet

13
Rise,
Up
When
All

moon,
soul
fix
sea

and stars de
cay,
that's born of
God,
not here their home;
son, and you know

my soul, and
ward tends to
the
last dear
our
sor rows

haste
his
morn
left

a
a
is
be

Time
Pants
Stran
Hap

shall soon this

view his
to
gers tar ry
py
en trance

way
seats
To
bode,
rest
To
come, Theyll rise
And earth
low,

earth
glo
but
will

a
pre pared
in
em
his
ful
joy
to
ex changed for

re
rious
a
be

move;
face;
night,
givn,
bove.
brace.
light.
heavn.

185
All People That on Earth Do Dwell
William Kethe (d. 1608)

1. All peo ple that on

2. The Lord ye Know is
en ter then His
3. O
4. For why? The Lord our

Him
We
Praise,
His

earth do
God in
gates with
God is

dwell,
deed,
praise,
good,
Sing to
With out
Ap proach
His mer
serve with fear, His praise forth tell: Come

are His flock, He doth us feed, And
laud, and bless His name al ways, For
truth at all times firm
ly stood, And

Louis Bourgeois (1510-1561)

the Lord
our aid
with joy
cy is

with cheer ful voice;

He did us make:
His courts un
to:
for ev
er sure:

ye be fore Him
for His sheep He
is seem ly
it
shall from age to

and re
doth us
so
to
age en

joice.
take.
do.
dure.
Oh cease, my wandering soul

William Augustus Mhlenberg (17961877)
John E. Gould (18201875)

3

4

ahs wea
ry dove, That soared the earth a
round,
No
1. Like
cease,
2. Oh,
hold
3. Be
4. There safe
3
4

But not
All this
Oh, haste
And ev

my wan dring soul,

the ark
God!
of
thou shalt a bide,

a
ing place
rest
wide world, to
ei
to
gain that dear
ry
long ing sat
On
rest
Be
hold
There sweet

a
ther
a
is
bove The cheer

pole, Hath not
bode, And rove,
fied, With full

less wing
the o
shall be
to roam;
pen door!
thy rest;

less
for
my
sal

wa
thee
soul,
va
ters
a
no
tion

found;
home.
more.
blest.
186
The Old Rugged Cross

George Bennard (18731958)

86

1.
2.
3.
4.
On a
Oh, that
In that
To the
far
rug
rug
rug
hill
old
old
old
6
8

3

way
cross,
cross,
cross
a
ged
ged
ged

em blem of
suff ring and
won drous at
trac tion for
won
drous beau ty
I
shame
re
glad
and
proach
ly

est and best

dear
ry
glo
a bove
suf fered and died,
home
far a way,

shame;
me;
see,
bear;

old
spised
blood
ev
stood an
de
so
stained with
I
will

And I

rug
by
so
er
ged cross,
the world,
vine,
di
be true;

I will cling to the old rug ged cross,

And ex change it some day for a
cross,
rug
ged
I will cling
to
the
old
cross,
the

slain.
ry.
me.
share.
Till my tro phies at last I lay

So Ill cher ish the old rug ged cross,
So Ill cher
ish the cross, the old rug ged cross,

love that old cross where the

left His
For the dear Lamb of God
For twas on that old cross
Je sus
me some day
Then Hell call
to my
For
a world of lost sin ners was
To
it to dark Cal va
bear
To
par don and sanc ti
fy
er Ill
ry for
Where His glo
ev

The
Has a
A
Its

down;

crown.

187
Look, Ye Saints, the Sight is Glorious
23
3
2

1. Look, ye saints, the sight is

glor
2. Crown the
Sav iour! An gels, crown
3. Sin ners
de
in
ri sion crowned
4. Hark, those bursts of
ma
ac cla

From
On
Saints
Je

9

12

'

re turned vic tor

of powr en throne
gels crowd a round
the high est sta
Crown Him! Crown
Him!

come
Sav
broad
kings,
the
iour
the
and
vic
King
vic
Lord
tors
of
tors
of

See
Rich
Mock
Hark,
the
the
ing
those

Man
tro
thus
loud

Ev ry knee
ious,
Him While the vault
Him, Own His ti
tion; Oh, what joy

'
Him!

brow,
kings,
fame,
lords!

Crowns
Crown
Spread
King

be
the
a
of

Sor rows
of
phies Je sus
the Sav iours
tri um phant

come
Sav
broad
kings,

Him shall
to
heav en
of
tle, praise His
the sight af

Crown Him! Crown
Crown Him! Crown Him!

be
the
a
of
Crown Him! Crown
Crowns
Crown
Spread
King
the fight
the seat
and an
sus takes

ious;
Him;
Him
tion!
William Owen (18131893)

now!
brings;
claim;
chords!

bow.
rings.
Name:
fords!

Him!


the
iour
the
and

vic tors
King of
vic tors
Lord of
brow.
kings.
fame.
lords!

188
Forty Days and Forty Nights
George Hunt Smyttan (18221870)

1. For
ty days and
2. Shall not we Thy
3. And
Sa tan
if
4. So shall we have
5. Keep, O keep us,

5

For
Fast
Thou,
Round
That

for
sor
vex
peace
Sav
ty
row
ing
div
iour

ty days and for

ing with un ceas
his Van quish er
us, too, shall an
with Thee we may

nights
share,
sore,
ine;
dear,
ty nights
ing prayer,
be
fore,
gels shine,
ap pear

Thou wast fast ing

in
the wild;
joys ab stain,
And from earth ly
Flesh or
spi rit should as sail,
Ho lier glad ness ours shall be;
er
con stant by Thy side;
Ev

Tempt ed, and yet

Glad with Thee to
Grant we may not
min i
Such as
At
the ter nal
Martin Herbst (16541681)

un
suf
faint
sterd
Ea

de
fer
or
to
ster
filed.
pain?
fail.
Thee.
tide.
Sweet the moments rich in blessing

3

2
James Allen (17341804)
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
Sweet the mo ments,

Here I kneel in
Tru ly bless d
Here I find my
Lord, in lov ing
For Thy sor rows
3
2

Life and
Pre cious
While I
Lov ing
Till I
Gra cious

health
drops,
see
much,
taste
Sav

rich in
won der,
is the
hope of
con tem
I a

bless
view
sta
heav
pla
dore
ing,
ing
tion,
en,
tion
Thee,
Isaac Baker Woodbury (18191858)
Which be fore
Mer cy poured
Low be fore
While up on
Fix my heart
For the griefs

the
cross
I spend;
in streams of blood;
His cross to lie,
the Lamb I gaze;
and
eyes on Thee,
that wrought our peace;
and peace pos sess ing Through the sin ners dy

ing, Make and plead my place
for par don su
di vine com pas sion Plead ing in His dy
my heart oer flow
en,
and much for giv
Let
Thy full sal va tion, And Thine un veiled glo
my heart Thy love
im plore Thee, In
ior,
I

ing
with
ing
with
ries
in
friend.
God.
eye.
praise.
see.
crease.

189

Our Blest Redeemer

Harriet Auber (17731862)

1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
blest
Re deem er, ere
he breathed
liv
came, in tongues of
ing flame,
came sweet in fluence to
im part,
His
that gen tle voice we hear,
eve
ry vir tue we pos sess,
rit
ty
and grace,
ri
of pu
Our
He
He
And
And
Spi

a Com
Guide,
ful
powr
as
can find
he
checks each fault,
ry thought
eve
our hearts
make
A
All
While
That
And
O,

His ten der, last fare

To teach, con vince, sub
gra cious, will ing
A
the breath of
Soft as
vic try
ry
And eve
Our weak ness pit ying

fort
er,
be queathed,
the wind he came,
one hum ble heart
that calms each fear
ness,
of
ho
li
Thy dwell ing place,

well,
due;
guest,
even,
won,
see;

to
less
to
of
a
thier
With
us
As
view
Where in
And speaks
His
Are
And wor
dwell.
too.
rest.
heavn.
lone.
Thee!

God My King Thy Might Confessing
Richard Mant (17761848)

1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
God,
Hon
They
Nor
Full
All
my
or
shall
shall
of
Thy

King, Thy
great our
talk of
fail from
kind ness
works, O

might con
God be
all Thy
mem rys
and com
Lord, shall
fess
fit
glo
trea
pas
bless
Felix Mendelssohn (18091847)
ing,
teth;
ry,
sure,
sion,
Thee;
Ev
Who
On
Works
Slow
Thee

5

Day
Age
Speak
Works
God
King
by
to
of
of
is
su
day
age
Thy
love
good
preme

Thy
His
dread
sur
to
shall

throne
works
acts
pass
all
they

er
His
Thy
by
to
shall
will
Ma
might
love
an
all

ad dress ing, Still will

I
trans mit teth, Age to
age
the sto ry,
And Thy deeds
ing mea sure, Works of
mer
cre
a tion; All His works
con fess Thee, And pro claim

I
jes
and
and
ger,
Thy

bless Thy Name;

ty can reach?
great ness dwell,
mer cy wrought,
vast in love,
saints a dore;

Thy praise pro claim.

His powr shall teach.
tell.
of won der
cy pass ing thought.
His good ness prove.
Thy sov reign powr.
190
W. P. W.

Theres a land mid the stars

1. Theres a land mid the stars we are told, Where they know not the sor row
2. Here our gaze can not soar to that land, But our vi sions have told of
3.
Oh, the stars in the hea vens at night Seem to tell where the ran somed
4.
Oh,
then let us cling to His Son, All our sor rows Hell help us

Crys tal foun tains

And our souls by
And the sun from
And when
life and
in val leys of
its breez es are
his pal ace of
its du ties are

3
3

3
Shall we meet, shall we meet in that cit y?

gold,
life
And
fanned, When we faint
Seems to beam
light
He has prom
done,

Tis the sweet Tis the sweet by and by, by and by,

3

Tis the land

of our God

we are

a trea sure sub

the des ert of
the smiles of our
a crown we shall

rit.

of time,
its bliss,
have trod,
to bear,

is
in
with
ised

R. A. Glenn

lime.
this.
God.
wear.

told;

Tis the beau ti ful home of the soul.

191
O Worship the King All Glorious Above

Robert Grant (17851838)

43
1. O
2. O
4. Thy
6. O
3
4

Wor
tell
boun
mea

6

ship
of
ti
sure

sing
light,
air;
light
His
Whose
It
To

11

the King
bove,
all
glo rious a
His might, O
sing
of His grace,
ful care What tongue can re
cite?
less might! In
ef
fa ble love!

powr and His love;

can
o py space.
shines in the light;
hymn Thee a bove,
Pa
vil ioned
days,
An cient of
thun der clouds form, And dark is
scends to the plain; And sweet ly
fee ble their lays, With true a

O
grate
Whose robe
It breathes
While
an

ful
is
in
gels
ly
the
the
de

Our Shield and De fen der,

The
His
deep
cha
riots of wrath The
It streams from the hills; It
de
tion, Though
The hum
bler cre
a

in splen dor, And

His path On the
di stils in the
do
ra tion Shall
gird
wings
dew
sing
ed
of
and
to
with praise.
the storm.
the rain.
Thy praise.

192
Hark! the Song of Jubilee

James Montgomery (17711854)

the song of
ju
bi
lee;
le
ia! hark the sound
lu
shall reign from pole to pole
1. Hark!
2. Al
3. He

5

ness
of the sea,
Or the ful
be neath, a round,
Wakes a bove,
He shall reign, when like a scroll

9

ia! for the Lord

le lu
Al
See the Vic tors ban ner furld,
Then the end; be neath His rod,

13

shore:
nies;
way:

om ni
shall reign;
po tent,
God
Sheathd His sword: He speaks tis done,
last en
shall fall;
e
my
Mans
lu
Al
le
ia!
let the word
And the king doms
of this world
lu
Al
le
ia! Christ in God,

When it breaks up
on the
All cre
a
tions
har mo
Yon der heavns have passed a

as might y thun ders roar,

the depths un to the skies,
ble sway;
il
lim
a
it
Loud
From
With

George J. Elvey (18161893)

E cho round the earth and

Are the king doms of
His
God in Christ, is
all
in

main.
Son.
all.
193
O Thou that hearst when sinners cry
Isaac Watts (16741748)

Lowell Mason (17921872)
1.
O Thou that hearst when sin ners cry, Though all my crimes
2.
Cre ate my na ture pure with in, And form my soul
3.
I can not live wit hout Thy light, Cast out and ban
4. Though I have grievd Thy Spi rit, Lord, His help and com

9

Be hold me not
Let Thy good Spi
Thy sav ing strength,
And let a wretch
17

with an
rit
neer
o
Lord
come near

gry look,
de
part,
store,
re
Thy throne,

25

But
Nor
And
To

The God of grace will

Look down, o Lord, with
Ill lead them to my
And all my powrs shall
neer
pit
Sav
join

de
ying
iours
to
fore
verse
from
still

Thee
to
Thy
af

from
from
fall
of
Thy book.
my heart.
no more.
Thy Son.

fice I
bring;
ri
ful sen tence just;
Thy sov reign grace;
all my song;
be
spise A bro ken heart for sac ri

Eye, And save the soul con demnd to
blood, And they shall praise a pard ning
bless The Lord my strength and righ teous

lie,
sin:
sight:
ford;

blot their mem ry

hide Thy pre sence
guard me that I
plead the mer its

be
a
ishd
fort

all the sac

King, Is
5. A bro ken heart, my God, my
dust, And owns Thy dread
6. My soul lies hum bled in the
7. Then will I teach the world Thy ways; Sin ners shall learn
spire my tongue! Sal va tion shall
8. O may Thy love in

fice.
die.
God.
ness.

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Fairy Belle............................................... 120

La ci darem la mano ................................. 162

Come again, sweet love

die with thee a

die with thee

die, to die with thee a gain,

doth now in vite

doth now in vite

sweet love doth now

doth now in vite

John Dowland (15631626)

in sweet est sym

a gain in sweet est sym

Since first I saw your face

Thomas Ford (c. 15801648)

saw your face I re solvd To

What I that lovd, and

that likd, Shall we be gin to wran

No, no, no, no, no,

that lovd, and you

you that likd, Shall we

not dis en tan gle

Johann Rudolf Zumsteeg (17601802)

Joy may be gin!

joy may, joy

Joy may be gin!

End ed is sor row,

row, Joy may be

End ed is sor row,

Search ing with in, search ing with in.

be gin! Joy may,

Hail! Smiling Morn

smil ing morn,

smil ing morn

that tips the hills with gold, that

smil ing morn,

smil ing morn, that tips the hills

Hail, smil ing morn, smil ing morn,

tips the hills with gold, whose ro

Reginald Spofforth (17691827)

fin gers ope the gates of

tips the hills with gold,

with gold, that

whose ro sy fin gers ope the gates of

tips the hills with gold, whose ro

fin gers ope the gates of

face of na ture doth

Who the gay

fold, Who the gay

face of na ture doth un

fold, Who the gay

face of na ture doth un

un fold, Who the gay

face of na ture doth

fold, at whose bright

fold, at whose bright

dark ness flies a way,

dark ness flies a way,

flies a way, dark

ness flies a way, dark

dark ness flies a way,