I wasted on her lots of cash, And all things went on square: Who on his knees did woo her; Π A Cure! a Cure! a Cure a Cure&e! I was laid up for seven long months, (Indeed, I'm not romancing,) Which brought on Mr. St. Anthony's dance: That's why I keeps on dancing. One day, a P'leeceman called on me; I felt alarmed, be sure, Along with me come on! says he; For, you're the perfect Cure! A Cure! a Cure! a Cure! a Cure! &c. He took me 'fore the Magistrate,). nu And there stood faithless she;af buk An artful tale she did relate, And laid the blame on me. The case created lots of fun, At my expense, I'm sure; Look Just like e the perfect Cure A Cure! a Cure! a Cure! a Cure! &c. T THERE'S A SOUND AMONG THE FOREST TREES. Words by FANNY CROSBY.-Music by Wm. B. BRADBURY. Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1861, by WILLIAM B. BRADBURY, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the District of New Jersey, There's a sound among the forest trees, away, boys, Hear its thunders from the mountain, no delay, boys, Shall we falter on the threshold of our fame, boys? The light of the e mo Quick to duty," up and at them," once again, boys, They are coming from the North, they are coming from the West, From New England's hallowed soil, where our Pilgrim Fathers -rest, And the Star of Freedom rolls. There's a sound among the forest trees, away, boys, Quick to duty," up and at them," once again, boys, With the standard of our Union waving o'er us,& Like the vet'rans of the past who fought before us, To the struggle, noble Heroes! let us never And conquer, but never yield. Let the traitor foe advance, and the cannon loudly roar, With a peal as loud and shrill, hurrah! In the cause of Truth and Right we will brave him as before, There's a sound among the forest trees, &c.^ There's an angel form above us gently twining. Through the cloud of war a beacon light is shining- For the spirit of departed years returning, Cries on to the battle field, hurrah, And the patriot fire in every heart is burning: We'll conquer, but never yield. Then our banner to the breeze, we shall triumph, never fear, Like the noble sires who bled for the gem we hold so dear, There's a sound among the forest trees, &o. Entered according to Act of Congress, A. D. 1864, by J. MARSH, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the Eastern District of Penna. The Yankees boast that they make clocks. 1 66 8They never made one could keep time With our great speculation. Our stocks, like clocks, go with a spring But all our strikes are sure to cause Which tend to make a sick man well, But ours a curious feet performs; 3 And set the people crazy with 2 Oil on the brain, su sveds mot fapte de afdt Stocks par, &c.'P-çə 9di koì d36W « I There's neighbor Smith, a poor young man, Who could not raise a dime, Had clothes that boasted many rents, And took his " Nip" on time; I'D CHOOSE TO BE A BABY. Sung by LEW SIMMONS, of CARNCROSS and DIXEY'S Minstrels. I'd choose to be a baby, A darling little flower, As I was in childhood's hour. A darling little flower, For the girls to kiss and cuddle me, When I used to be a baby, They'd kiss and hug and cuddle me, Yes, they'd kiss and squeeze me too They'd even wash and dress me Why don't they do it now? I'd choose to be a baby, &c. |