CAPTURE OF SALLY DAVIS. Written by JOHN P. LARKIN. AIR.-Kingdom Coming. O Ladies, have you seen Jeff Davis? He heard the Yankee soldiers coming, He cried aloud, with all his strength: Chorus.-Jeff Davis says: Now don't! I've changed my name to Sal: He seized his gold, as a miser would, For fear the Yankees should him take To make him unknown still more, Now, Jeff was caught in his disguise, For just one little accident: His boots, were not the style. He cursed, and swore, and drew his knife, Yet, he was not man enough Oh! shame on Jeff to disguise himself, So, let his fate be a warning to all TRAMP! TRAMP! TRAMP! THE PRISONER'S HOPE. In the prison-cell I sit, Thinking, Mother dear, of you, And our bright and happy home, so far away! Spite of all that I can do, Tho' I try to cheer my comrades, and be gay. And, beneath the Starry Flag, We shall breathe the air, again, Of the Free-land, in our own beloved home. In the battle-front we stood, When their fiercest charge they made, They were beaten back dismayed, And we heard the cry of Vict'ry, o'er and o'er. So, within the prison-cell, We are waiting for the day That shall come to open wide the iron door; And the poor heart almost gay, As we think of seeing home and friends, once more. Tramp, tramp, tramp! &c.) COMING HOME. Hark! the boys are coming! Here they come, with Banners stained and tern; As they leave the camp Marching on their happy journey home. Chorus.-Coming home, coming home, Yes, they're coming home, hurrah! hurrah! The noble work is done; They're coming, they are coming from the war. Hearts that seemed as breaking, Throb with joy to-day; Eyes are bright, that long were dimmed with tears: Now are light and gay: Doubting ones have banished all their fears. Boys, don't keep us waiting, Loving ones are watching at the door, Listening for footsteps, Since the early morn; Come, and live in peace for evermore! Now the war is over, May we soon forget Troubles that have passed, and sorrows gone; Of Peace will never set, Chorus. PADDY IS THE BOY. It's some years ago, I very well know, How they nursed me with joy, said what a fine boy Faith! there's no mistake, they admired my make, And Donnybrook is the place to go for a spree! At a wake or a fair, poor Paddy is there; With his little Colleen, he'll dance on the green; But he'll dance till daylight in the morning. Now, boys, do you mind-you never will find May the girls, young and old, may the boys, brave and bold, Shine on them, like a fine summer's morning! WHAT ARE THE WILD WAVES SAYING? Paul What are the wild waves saying, Sister, the whole day long; That ever amid our playing, I hear but their lone low song! Not by the sea side only There it sounds loud and free- Florence-Brother, I hear no singing! 'Tis but the rolling wave, Ever its lone course winging Over some ocean cave;'Tis but the noise of water Dashing against the shore, And the wind from some bleaker quarter Both-No, no, it is something greater, That speaks to the heart alone > ་་ CAMP, GALS. Air-Kingdom Coming.. O! don't you see the camp girls running, They are going to camp, to cheat or swindle When Colonel Wagner sees them coming, Chorus. Soldiers laugh, ha! ha! The girls they laugh hey hey! What will they do when the snow is falling, Some soldiers there are from Kentucky, They are sworn to have the best of living, They will pay five dollars for a porgie fish, And the girls are sworn to never carry change, Chorus. Soldiers laugh, ha! ha! Some go that's married, some that's single, With a basket for a sham, They swear by faith that they never had a lover, Sometimes they marry for to get his bounty, Or to do the best they can, With his watch and money they skedaddle, Chorus. Soldiers laugh, ha! ha! If you should come home sick or wounded, All dressed to death in the highest of fashion, If they find out you have got no money," They tell you quick you have got no bounty, e. You are a wounded soldier man. Chorus. Soldiers laugh, ha! ha! 7 |