Chorus.-Gently her hand o'er my forehead she'd press, Trying to free me from pain and distress; Kindly she'd say to me. "Be of good cheer, Mother will comfort you, mother is here." If she were with me, I soon would forget Cheerfully, faithfully, mother would stay J Chorus. Gently her hand, &c. A NATION MOURNS HER CHIEF. Composed and sung by H. 8. THOMPSON. While a country's heart was throbbing, While the Stars and Stripes were waving Came upon the winged lightning, Words that turned each joy to dread, Froze with horror, as we listen, Our loved Chieftain, LINCOLN's dead! Chorus: Twine our flag with death's dark emblem, twine it! Mingle crape and laurel leaf, daurel leaf! Weep, true heart, and pay thy homage, For a nation mourns her chief! War's dark clouds, that long hung o'er us, Fell on his devoted head; Comes the wail, Our Chieftain's dead! Weep! oh, weep! poor bleeding nation, While we mourn our murder'd Chief. CARS ON THE TRACK. Sung by HARRY PELL. I went to de depot, Too, de oder day, The cars were a coming, So de people say; The people were a ruining all around, Chorus.-Ding, dong bell! Don't you hear de bell? We all took a seat, And neber said a word, Just like a humming bird; Running through fences, I tell you it's fun To ride on the cars. The third and last verses, the audience will imagine themselves on the cars, as we are going so fast the words are omitted. I'LL PRAY FOR THEE. Sung by O. H. CARTER. Say not this heart can alter, I can forget thee never What e'er our dark'ning fate may be, Yet will I pray for thee. Chorus. I'll ever bless, I'll pray for thee, Here, though the hopes forsake me And there I'll pray for thee. KISS ME, MOTHER, ERE I DIE. Sung by JAMES A. Barney. Kiss me, Mother, ere I die, Let me feel thy fond caressing Ere I in the cold grave lie; Give, oh! give me back thy blessing, As you blessed me when a boy. When of life's bliss I am dreaming, Tears have wrecked those ships of joy, Kiss me, Mother, ere I die, Once again your child caress, Soothe, oh! soothe my dying hours, dear Mother, Kiss me-kiss me-ere I die! Kiss me, Mother, ere I sleep, From a world of care and sorrow, Where there comes no fading morrow. Oh! kiss me, Mother, ere I die, Let me feel thy fond caressing Ere I in the cold grave lie Kiss me, Mother, ere I die. Chorus.-Kiss me, Mother, &c. THE GAL WITH A ROGUISH EYE. Oh! I think it's very pleasant And gaze upon the fashions Of each pretty girl you meet. They've such little hats and bonnets, Which makes them altogether More expensive than the men. Chorus. Oh, dear! it makes me feel so shy, Oh, dear! it makes me feel so shy, Among the smiling faces, There's one above the rest, Who dresses with the greatest care, And of the very best. She don't appear to mind me Whenever she's passing by, But drops her veil clear o'er her face, I went home for consolation, To ma, the other day, And told her all about my love "Good gracious bless the darling boy !" I mustered all my courage up, Clear out into the street, I regained my scattered senses," I turned the corner in a rage, MEET ME DOWN BY THE SEA. Composed and sung by H. S. THOMPSON. Come when the day is o'er, down by the sea; |