"Now lave off yer tricks, and don't shave any more,"
And Paddy he bolted straight out of the door.

Crying "Ye may lather and shave all yer friends till yer sick.
But, be jabers I'd rather be shaved wid a brick."

With your lather and shave 'em, lather and shave 'em,
Lather and shave 'em, frizzle 'em bum.

Not long after that Pat was passing the door,
When a jackass he set up a terrible roar;

"Och, murther!" says Paddy, "jist list to yon knave,
He's given some poor divil a love o' God shave."

With his lather and shave 'em, lather and shave 'em,
Lather and shave 'em, frizzle 'em bum.

MARY OF ARGYLE.

Bung by J. L. CARNCROSS, of CARNCROSS and DIXEY's Minstrels.
I have heard the mavis singing,
His love-song to the morn,
I have seen the dew-drops clinging
To the rose just newly born:
But a sweeter song has cheered me,
At the evening's gentle close,
I have seen an eye still brighter,
Than the dew-drops on the rose→→→
'Twas thy voice, my gentle Mary,
And thine artless, winning smile,
That made this world an Eden,
Bonny Mary of Argyle.

Though thy voice may lose its sweetness,
And thine eye its brightness too,
Though thy step may lose its fleetness,
And thy hair its sunny hue,

Still to me shalt thou be dearer,
Than all the world can own.

I have loved thee for thy beauty,
But not for that alone,

I have watched thy heart, dear Mary
And its goodness was the wile
That has made thee mine for ever,
Bonny Mary of Argyle.

THE SONG OF ENOCH ARDEN;

ᎾᎡ,

"I'LL SAIL THE SEAS OVER."

Cheer up, Annie, darling,
With hopeful emotion;

To-morrow our parting must be:
I'll sail the seas over,

I'll cross the wide ocean,
I'll sail the seas over for thee.
I will not forget thee,
Ah never, no, never,

I cannot forget thee, I know.

Thy smile, like a phantom,
Shall haunt me for ever

And cheer me where'er I may go.

Chorus.-Good-bye, Annie, darling;

Break off from thy sorrow: 'Tis sad that our parting must be. I'll sail the seas over,

I'll cross the wide ocean,

I'll sail the seas over for thee.

Cheer up, Annie, darling:
Break off from thy sorrow,
'Tis sad that our parting must be,
But give me thy smile,

When I leave thee to-morrow,

To sail the seas over for thee.

THE TRIUMPH OF THE OLD FLAG,

OR,

OUR FLAG O'ER RICHMOND WAVES AGAIN.

By EASTBURN.

Sung nightly by J. A. PALMER, with immense applause, at CARN-
CROSS and DIXEY's Opera House.

Our Flag o'er Richmond's fated walls
In triumph waves again;

No star erased, no stripe effaced,
But free from blot or stain. 1
As floating on the gentle breeze,
With field of blue unfurl'd;

Its beaming stars with silv'ry light,
Show Vict'ry to the world.

Chorus.-Then let the air resound with cheers
For "Fair Columbia's" braves;
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!
Our Flag o'er Richmond waves.

A Nation's gratitude is due

To those who have regain'd

The spot where treason held her courts;
The spot where traitors reign'd.
Where madness seized upon men's minds,
And "Freedom's glorious Flag" `.
Was torn and trampled-and replaced
By foul Secession's rag.

Chorus. Then let, &c.

Let heartfelt thanks express our joy,
Let cannons loudly boom;

And let them from their iron throats
Speak forth Secession's doom.

Fling to the breeze the "Dear old Flag,"
O'er land and over sea;

And let our motto e'er remain,

To "Death or Victory."

Chorus. Then let, &c.

THE LONE HEART.

Words and Music by EastBUUN.

Sung by J. L. CARNCROSS, of CARNCROSS and DIXEY'S Minstrels.
Published by permission of W. R. SMITH, 135 N. Eighth St.

As the wide ocean, tossed by the tempest;
Surges and rolls in waves mountain high;
Thus does my fond heart swell with deep anguish-
Heave with emotion when thou art nigh.

Come to this heart, come to this heart,

Come to this lone heart, beating for thee;

Come to this heart, come to this heart,
Come to this heart, love, lone without thee.

As the bright sunbeam 'livens the flower,
Drooping to earth, press'd down by the rain;
Thus does thy presence banish my sorrow,
Making my sad heart joyous again.
Come to this heart, come to this heart,
Come to this lone heart, beating for thee;

Come to this heart, come to this heart,
Come to this heart, love, lone without thee.

Let then the sad past vanish for ever,
And as a mournful dream let it be;
Let the bright morrow dawn on a future,
Happy alike, love, for thee and me.
Come to this heart, come to this heart,
Come to this lone heart, beating for thee;
Come to this heart, come to this heart,

Come to this heart, love, lone without thee.

MOTHER, I'VE COME HOME TO DIE.

Sung by J. L. CARNCROSS.

Words by E. BOWERS.

Music by Hy TUCKER

Dear Mother, I remember well

The parting kiss you gave to me, When merry rang the village bell,

My heart was full of joy and glee; I did not dream that one short year

Would crush the hopes that soar'd so high Oh, Mother dear, draw near to me, Dear Mother, I've come home to die.

Call sister, brother to my side,

And take your soldier's last good-bye:
Oh, Mother dear, draw near to me,
Dear Mother, I've come home to die

Hark! Mother, 'tis the village bell,
I can no longer with you stay;
My country calls, to arms, to arms!
The foe advance in fierce array.
The vision's past-I feel that now
For Country I can only sigh,
Oh, Mother dear, draw near to me,
Dear Mother, I've come home to die.

Call sister, brother to my side,

And take your soldier's last good-bye; Oh, Mother dear, draw near to me,

Dear Mother, I've come home to die..

Dear Mother, sister, brother, all,

One parting kiss, to all good-bye,
Weep not, but clasp your hand in mine,
And let me like a soldier die !
I've met the foe upon the field,

Where kindred fiercely did defy;

I fought for right. God bless the flag!
Dear Mother, I've come home to die.

Call sister, brother to my side,

And take your soldier's last good bye;

Oh, mother dear, draw near to me,
Dear Mother, I've come home to die.