Then will I whisper low, down by the sea, MARTHA JANE. Sung by HARRY PELL. 'Twas of a fine young colored man, His marm had run away; Now, this here fine young colored man, He said there was no broad-axe made So while he was at work one day He swore he'd stick to Martha Jane One day this fine young colored man, And there he found the butcher's clerk He rushed upon them in a rage, And with a big lap-stone, Stab'd Martha Jane and butcher's clerk, And they-What?-died without a groan! Now, this here fine young colored man, He went down to the river side And thought he'd drown his pain; The provost marshal coming by, They gave him a pile of greenbacks, را TELL THEM HOW THEIR BROTHER FELL. As sung by JAMES A. BARNEY. On the field of battle, mother, Angels watching o'er me, mother, When we sit together, mother dear, When I sleep beneath the sod; He to whom you taught me, mother, Washed the blood that trinkled down! DIDN'T SHE SEEM TO LIKE IT? I went last night to have a spree, Some adventures for to see! There I met a lady fair, And bow'd to her, I do declare! Chorus-Didn't she seem to like it, Didn't she seem to like it, Oh, did n't she seem to like it! I gained her side, we had some talk; She didn't appear the least afraid, So I gave my arm to this young maid. For an oyster supper I was bent, Six dozen fried, and they were fine, All at once she spied a nice young man, She left me saying, with a smile, Pray, keep your seat there for a while!” While I was sitting all alone, I found my watch and chain were gone The police came, I do declare, PARTHENIA TO INGOMAR. As sung by O. H. CARTER. Deal with me kindly, cheer my young heart; I'll follow thee blindly wherever thou art; Deep in the mountain, far from my home, I'll follow thy path wherever thou'lt roam; Thy way shall still be mine; My heart shall still be thine. Deal with me kindly, cheer my young heart; I'll follow thee blindly and never depart. Break not my spirit, think of my youth; Deal with me kindly, cheer my young heart; LITTLE MAUD. As sung by JAMES A. BARNEY, Baritone. Oh, where is my dainty, my darling? Oh! the daintiest darling of all! Oh! the daintiest darling of all. The peaches are ripe in the orchard, T Oh, Maud! Little Maud! say where are you? Oh, where is my dainty, my darling? The daintiest darling of all.. wha Little Maud, &o. Sung by H. S. THOMPSON. Lend a hand to one another, In the daily life: Should we meet a weaker brother, in 1,46 Let us help him in the strifeng Lader There is none so rich but may In his turn be forced to borrow, And the poor man's lot to day May become our own to-morrow. Lend a hand to one another, When malicious tongues have thrown Be not first to cast the stone. gave a gr. et s...40 Oh, this war is almost through, ab 91T And I don't what to do, For my littlations they will cease. Oh, the Union it is saved, And secession's in its grave, And the Confeds they are suing now for peace Jump! jump! jump! Old Jeff is captured! Our boys were bound to catch his train; I For it's just as plain as day That he would never get away While he's troubled with de specie on de brain. :stil to find web Oh, I used to make my dimes Taking goods across de lines, isd For my little speculation wouldn't pay. |