I'M LONELY SINCE MY MOTHER DIED. Music published by OLIVER DITSON & Co., Boston. I'm lonely since my mother died, Tho' friends and kindred gather near, Or stay the silent heartfelt tear; I'm lonely since my mother died, Tho' friends and kindred gather near, I cannot check the rising sigh, You may not deem it brave or strong, And kneel once more down by her side, I'd love her better than before, I'm lonely since my mother died. I'm lonely since my mother died, Tho' friends and kindred gather near, I cannot check the rising sigh, Oh, you who have a mother dear, You ne'er can have her like again. I'm lonely since my mother died, I cannot check the rising sigh, Or stay the heartfelt silent tear. DISMAL SWAMP. They made her a grave, too cold and damp For a heart so warm and true; And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, She paddles her light canoe. When the footsteps of death draw near. Away to the Dismal Swamp he speeds, Through tangled juniper, beds of weeds, And when on the earth he lay down to sleep, He lay where the deadly vine doth weep And near him the she-wolf stirred the brake, in his ear, And the copper, snake breathem awake, Till he starting, cried, from his 1. "Oh! when shall I see the dusky lake, And the light canoe of my dear!" He reached the lake, and a meteor spark Quick over its surface played; "Welcome," he cried, my dear one's light," And the dim shore echoed for many a night The name of that death-cold maid. Till he made him a boat from birchen bark, DO THEY THINK OF ME AT HOME? Sung by JAMES LAMONT, of CARNCROSS & DIXEY's Minstrels. Do they think of me at home, Have their hearts grown old and strange To the one now doomed to roam? I would give the world to know- Do they think of me at home? Chorus A nerve, a nerve, oh, yes, a nerve, Now what do you think the people say, I'll go and be a volunteer, And shoulder up my gun; A volunteer you'll never be, For you'll cut your sticks and run. My country I will serve What! go and be a volunteer! Why certainly; Oh aint he got the nerve! Chorus-A nerve, a nerve, oh, yes, a nerve, &o. I likes my pipe, I likes my glass, Chorus-A nerve, a nerve, oh, yes, a nerve, & I AM NOT A GAL OF THAT SORT. AIR-Nothing like pride about me. Young ladies, pray listen to me, tho' to gossip I'm no ways inclin'd, And I'll make you as wise as myself, if you store up my hints in your mind. My conduct, you'll own, is discreet, tho' to tell of some people I ་་་ 3107 oughtBut I never tell tales out of school because I'm not a gal of that. sort! CHORU! –So ladies, take pattern by me, let your conduct be' just as it ought; You may all have the follies of youth-but I'm not a gal of that sort! There's many young gals that I know tho' the same thing of me can't be said—— Bring home to their mother's a child, before they've a husband to wed; With me, now it's different quite, for I'm rather too wise to be caught; I should like 'em to try it with me-but I'm not a gal of that sort! Chorus-So, ladies, take pattern by me, by the he creatures never be caught; I don't care for the men, not a bit-for I'm not a gal of that sort! There's many folks cut a fine dash, and their clothes on the tally they get; But I always pay ready for mine, you can tell by the style and the fit. There's Miss Futtox, a neighbor of mine, has a tallyman call once a week, And the furniture could tell a tale if it had but the power to speak. fo om et 89 'If T Chorus-So, ladies, take pattern by me, by a bonnet or shawl don't be caught, For I never take tallymen in for I'm not a gal of that sort! Tavisu sdf dog od sals 149 It's really surprising to me, and my morals it oftentimes shocks, To see a woman walking the streets, with mud on their draggletailed frocks! Now I always take care of my tail, as the puddles I'm stepping between, What's the use of having good legs, if you're frightened to let 'em be seen? Chorus-So, ladies, take pattern by me, to keep up clean - * #02 linen you ought of til graf 9.bs! gatito? You'll find nothing dirty on me-no, I'm not a gal si eti yuq of that sort! Mogu sa oniw na be, gåre VivaA My dear Miss, I don't know your name, tho!l'offended I hope you'll not be, But that young man that's sitting with you,lis laughing land! winking at me; Ia company that's not genteel, that sort. better manners he ought to be *dquo ti es te you mean for I'm not a gal of !3mos seat to leg e |