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JUST BEFORE THE BATTLE."

Sung by Lew SIMMONS, of CARNCROSS and DIXEY's Minstrels.

AIR. Just before the Batile.

Just before the battle, Mother,
I was drinking mountain dew;
But when I saw the Rebels marching,
Unto the rear I quickly flew,.
Where all the stragglers were flying,
Thinking of their homes or wives,

It was not the Rebs they feared, dear Mother,
But their own dear precious lives.

Chorus. Then, farewell, Mother, you will never
See my name among the slain;

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For, if I only can skedaddle,

Dear Mother, I'll come home again.

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I have no thirst for martial glory,/.
Fame and honor's all my eye://
I'd rather be a bome-guard private,
Than a Brigadier come home to die." »
Salt horse and crackers, dearest Mother,
Are not the things to make one brave,
And I assure you, I have no ambition
To fill an early honored grave.i wy
Then, farewell, &c.
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I hear the bugle sounding, Mother,
(My soul is eager for the fray ;)
I guess I'll hide beneath some cover,
And then I will be all O K.

Discretion's the better part of valor;
At least I've often heard you say;
And he that loves his life, dear Mother,
Won't fight, if he can run away.

Then, farewell, &c.

LOVE'S FAREWELL,

A REPLY TO

LOVE'S CHIDINGS.

Words by FINLEY JOHNSON. Music by JNO. W. ODIONE. Sung by J. L. CARNCROSS, of CARNCROSS and DIXEY'S Minstrels

-Entered according to Act of Congress, A. D. 1864, by SEP. WINNER, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Eastern District of Pennsylvania.,

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Meet me to-night, when dewy stars

Are in the heavens set,

And we will bless the happy hour

When first we met.

Yea, meet me then, with winning smiles,
Beneath our trysting tree,

And there will I most fondly breathe
My parting vows to thee.

Chorus.-Meet me to-night, when dewy stars

Are in the heavens set,

And we will bless the happy hours
When first in love we met.

Since we, alas! are forced to part,

I care not where I go,

For by Fate's stern and harsh decree,

Seas must between us flow.

But thou wilt not forget me, then,
Oh no, it cannot be,

Thou never canst forget the tears
That I have shed for thee.

Meet me to-night, &c.

Alas! 'tis true, that friends will change

Like Summer's fragile flowers,
And love too often blasted is

By wintry chilling hours,
But if, when I return again,
I find thee true to me,

I will but lightly mourn to think
That all are changed but thee.

Meet me to-night, &c.

AND EYES WILL WATCH FOR THEE.

Words by J. H, NONES. Music by ALBERT H. Bassler Sung by J. L. CARNCROSS, of CARNCROSS and DIXEY'S Minstrels.

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1862, by W. F. DUFFY, in the Clerk's Office of the District of Delaware.

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THE GAL WITH THE BALMORAL.

Tune-Jockey Hat and Feather.

Sung by E. F. DIXEY, of CARNCROSS and DIXKY'S Minstrels.
As I walked down the street,

I met my charming Kate,
I ax'd where she was goin' to?"
She says, "I'm going to skate.”
I walked close by her side,

And didn't we cut a swell,

With high-heeled boots upon her feet,
She wore a Balmoral.

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Chorus. O, there is fun upon the ice,

And lots of nice young gals,

My goodness, how they glide along,
Dressed in their Balmorals.

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