Then will I whisper low, down by the sea,
Something you ought to know, down by the sea;
Something which burdens my head and my heart,
Which I am longing to thee to impart;
Still I am sure what thy answer will be,
Down by the sea, dearest, down by the sea.

MARTHA JANE.

Sung by HARRY PELL.

'Twas of a fine young colored man,
That lived at Swampscot Bay;
His dad he was a fisherman,

His marm had run away;
He fell in love with Martha Jane,
And she in love with him;
But the only fault had Martha Jane,
Was-What?-she loved her gin!

Now, this here fine young colored man,
That loved his Martha Jane,

He said there was no broad-axe made
Could cut their love in twain;

So while he was at work one day
A driving in the tacks,

He swore he'd stick to Martha Jane
Just like-What?-a ball of wax.

One day this fine young colored man,
Went down to see his bride,

And there he found the butcher's clerk
Was sitting by her side.

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,
That lov'd his Martha Jane,

He went down to the river side

And thought he'd drown his pain;

The provost marshal coming by,
And thinking him very queer,

They gave him a pile of greenbacks,
To make him a volunteer.

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TELL THEM HOW THEIR BROTHER FELL.

As sung by JAMES A. BARNEY.

On the field of battle, mother,
All night alone I lay,

Angels watching o'er me, mother,
Till the breaking of the day;
Yet I thought of you, dear mother,
And the loving ones at home,
When to our dear cottage, mother,
Boy again, I seemed to come!
Chorus.

When we sit together, mother dear,
Tell them how their brother fell;
Tell then the story, mother,

When I sleep beneath the sod;
How I died to save our country,
All from love to her and God!

He to whom you taught me, mother,
On my infant knees to pray,
Kept my heart from fainting, mother,
When that vision passed away!
In the gray of morning, mother,
Comrades bore me to the town;
From my bosom tender fingers

Washed the blood that trinkled down!
Chorus. When we sit together, &c.

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 rather think she did!

I gained her side, we had some talk;
I then invited her to walk;

She didn't appear the least afraid,

So I gave my arm to this young maid.

For an oyster supper I was bent,
To join me she was content;

Six dozen fried, and they were fine,
Besides we drank two bottles of wine!

All at once she spied a nice young man,
To converse with him began;

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
I thought she could not have gone far,
So I caught her at the horse road car!

The police came, I do declare,
And took her up before the Mayor;
I got my watch, and pleaded so,
They consented to let her go!

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;
Cherish my tender heart, doubt not my truth,
Friends may desert thee, sorrows may come,
But still in this soul thy image shall bloom;
Thy hopes with thee I'll share;
Thy wants shall be my care.

Deal with me kindly, cheer my young heart;
I'll follow thee blindly and never depart.

LITTLE MAUD.

As sung by JAMES A. BARNEY, Baritone.

Oh, where is my dainty, my darling?
Oh, where is my darling of all?
Oh, where is the voice on the stairway?
Where is the voice in the hall?
Oh, where is my dainty, my darling
The daintiest darling of all.
Chorus.-Little Maud! Little Maud!

Oh! the daintiest darling of all!
Little Maud! Little Maud!

Oh! the daintiest darling of all.

The peaches are ripe in the orchard, T
The apricots ready to fall;
The blue grasses are dripping their honey,
With sunshine upon the white wall.
Oh, where are the lips full and melting,
That looked up so pouting and red,
As we dangled the sun-purpled bunches
Of Isabels over her head?

Oh, Maud! Little Maud! say where are you?
The echo replies to my call;

Oh, where is my dainty, my darling?

The daintiest darling of all.. wha

Little Maud, &o.

Sung by H. S. THOMPSON.
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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
suspicions on your brother,

Be not first to cast the stone. gave a
The adrift on shame and sorrow,
is none so good but may
And the best man here to-day row
May become the worst to-morrow.

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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
But de soldiers drove my customers away
And when Lee gave up the race,,!!
Then I couldn't show my face,

For my little speculation wouldn't pay.