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When You and I Were Young, Maggie
I wandered today to the hill, Maggie
To watch the scene below
The creek and the creaking old mill, Maggie
Where we used to long long ago
The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie
Where first the daisies sprung
The creaking old mill is still, Maggie
Since you and I were young
Chorus:
And now we are aged and grey, Maggie.
And the trials of life,
nearly done.
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie.
When you and I were young.
A city so silent and lone, Maggie
Where the young and the gay and the best
In polished white mansions of stone, Maggie
Have each found a place of rest
Is built where the birds used to play, Maggie
And join in the songs that were sung
For we sang just as gay as they, Maggie
When you and I were young
They say I am feeble with age, Maggie
My steps are less sprightly than then
My face is a well written page, Maggie
But time, time alone, was the pen
They say we are aged and grey, Maggie
As spray by the white breakers flung
But to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie
When you and I were young
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Beautiful Dreamer
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Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world, heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,
Mermaids are chanting the wild lorelei;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
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The Lucas Geyser March Song
Let me tell you of the greatest town
the world has ever seen.
I know you'll not believe me,
you'll say it is a dream.
When I tell you of the geyser,
that spouted up green oil.
But it's right down here in Texas,
in good old Beaumont soil.
With eighty thousand barrels
spouting daily out the pipe.
The railroads brought a million in
to see the wondrous sight.
The oil it spouted up so high,
you could not see the sun.
It flowed in rivers, lakes, and streams.
You ought to see it run.
Chorus:
The streets were filled with happy folks,
who left their daily toil.
The news was passed from mouth to mouth,
that Lucas had struck oil.
The millionaires came pouring in,
the wonder well to see.
And the farmer man who owned the land,
his heart was full of glee.
They all grabbed Lucas by the hand,
and shook it more and more.
They tried to lease the public square,
or any place to bore.
The happy owners of the land,
this lucky Beaumont soil.
Had to have a gun,
to keep the gang,
from boring there for oil.
The Standard they came quickly in,
with millions at the back.
Old "Golden Rule" Toledo fame,
brought money out by the sack.
The Crosby got so full of folks,
with four men in a bed.
And before the rush was over.,
they stood them on their head.
You talk about your Klondike rush,
and gold in frozen soil.
It don't compare with Beaumont rush,
when Lucas struck the oil.
So if to get a lease for oil,
then have your gold in hand.
At ten rods square,
you're a millionaire,
In the famous Beaumont land.
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Will ye go to Flanders?
02:28
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June Tabor version of Will Ye Go to Flanders?
Will ye go to Flanders, my Mally-O?
Will ye go to Flanders, my bonny Mally-O?
There we'll have ale and brandy,
Sack and sugar-candy;
Oh, will ye go to Flanders, my Mally-O?
Will ye go to Flanders, my Mally-O?
Will ye go to Flanders, my bonny Mally-O?
There you'll see the plaidies swirlin',
And you'll hear the pipies skirlin',
Oh, will ye go to Flanders, my Mally-O?
Will ye go to Flanders, my Mally-O?
Will ye go to Flanders, my bonny Mally-O?
There you'll hear the captain calling,
See the sergeat crawling,
And the soldiers, how they're falling, my Mally-O?
And will ye go to Flanders, my Mally-O?
To see the bold commanders, my bonny Mally-O?
There you'll see the bullets fly,
You'll hear the ladies cry
And the soldiers how they die, my Mally, O.
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Lorena
Oh, the years creep slowly by, Lorena,
The snow is on the ground again.
The sun's low down the sky, Lorena,
The frost gleams where the flow'rs have been.
But the heart beats on as warmly now,
As when the summer days were nigh.
.Oh, the sun can never dip so low.
A-down affection's cloudless sky.
A hundred months have passed, Lorena,
Since last I held that hand in mine,
And felt the pulse beat fast, Lorena,
Though mine beat faster far than thine.
A hundred months, 'twas flowery May,
When up the hilly slope we climbed,
To watch the dying of the day,
And hear the distant church bells chime.
We loved each other then, Lorena
,Far more than we ever dared to tell;
And what we might have been, Lorena,
Had but our loving prospered well
But then, 'tis past, the years are gone,
I'll not call up their shadowy forms;
I'll say to them, "Lost years, sleep on!
Sleep on! nor heed life's pelting storms.
"The story of that past, Lorena,
Alas! I care not to repeat,
The hopes that could not last, Lorena,
They lived, but only lived to cheat.
I would not cause e'en one regret
To rankle in your bosom now;
For "if we try we may forget,
"Were words of thine long years ago.
Yes, these were words of thine, Lorena,
They burn within my memory yet;
They touched some tender chords, Lorena,
Which thrill and tremble with regret.
'Twas not thy woman's heart that spoke;
Thy heart was always true to me:
A duty, stern and pressing, broke
The tie which linked my soul with thee.
It matters little now, Lorena,
The past is in the eternal past;
Our heads will soon lie low, Lorena,
Life's tide is ebbing out so fast.
There is a Future! O, thank God!
Of life this is so small a part!'
Tis dust to dust beneath the sod;
But there, up there, 'tis heart to heart.
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Ah! may the red rose live alway,
To smile upon earth and sky!
Why should the beautiful ever weep?
Why should the beautiful die?
Lending a charm to ev'ry ray
That falls on her cheeks of light,
Giving the zephyr kiss for kiss,
And nursing the dewdrop bright --
Ah! may the red rose live alway,
To smile upon earth and sky!
Why should the beautiful ever weep?
Why should the beautiful die?
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Long may the daisies dance the field,
Frolicking far and near!
Why should the innocent hide their heads?
Why should the innocent fear?
Spreading their petals in mute delight
When morn in its radiance breaks,
Keeping a floral festival
Till the night-loving primrose wakes --
Long may the daisies dance the field,
Frolicking far and near!
Why should the innocent hide their heads?
Why should the innocent fear?
3.
Lulled be the dirge in the cypress bough,
That tells of departed flowers!
Ah! that the butterfly's gilded wing
Fluttered in evergreen bowers!
Sad is my heart for the blighted plants --
Its pleasures are aye as brief --
They bloom at the young year's joyful call,
And fade with the autumn leaf:
Ah! may the red rose live alway,
To smile upon earth and sky!
Why should the beautiful ever weep?
Why should the beautiful die?
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There is a flower within my heart
Daisy, Daisy
Planted one day by a glancing dart
Planted by Daisy Bell
Whether she loves me or loves me not
Sometimes it's hard to tell
Yet I am longing to share the lot
Of beautiful Daisy Bell
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do
I'm half crazy all for the love of you
It won't be a stylish marraige
I can't afford the carriage
But you'd look sweet on the seat
Of a bicycle built for two
We will go tandem as man and wife
Daisy, Daisy
Peddling our way down the road of life
I and my Daisy Bell
When the roads and we both dispise
P'licemen and lamps as well.
There are bright lights in the dazzling eyes
Of beautiful Daisy Bell.
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do
I'm half crazy all for the love of you
It won't be a stylish marraige
I can't afford the carriage
But you'd look sweet on the seat
Of a bicycle built for two
I will stand by you in wheel or woe
Daisy, Daisy,
You'll be the bell which I'll ring you know
Sweet little Daisy Bell
You'll take the lead on each trip we take
Then if I don't do well
I will permit you to use the brake
Beautiful Daisy Bell
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do
I'm half crazy all for the love of you
It won't be a stylish marraige
I can't afford the carriage
But you'd look sweet on the seat
Of a bicycle built for two
But you'd look sweet on the seat
Of a bicycle built for two
Of a bicycle built for two
Of a bicycle built for two
For two, For two, For two, For two
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Sidewalks of New York
03:34
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Down in front of Casey's old brown wooden stoop
On a summer's evening we formed a merry group
Boys and girls together we would sing and waltz
While Jay played the organ on the sidewalks of New York
East Side, West Side, all around the town
The tots sang "ring-a-rosie," "London Bridge is falling down"
Boys and girls together, me and Mamie O'Rourke
Tripped the light fantastic on the sidewalks of New York
That's where Johnny Casey, little Jimmy Crowe
Jakey Krause, the baker, who always had the dough
Pretty Nellie Shannon with a dude as light as cork
She first picked up the waltz step on the sidewalks of New York
Things have changed since those times, some are up in "G"
Others they are wand'rers but they all feel just like me
They'd part with all they've got, could they once more walk
With their best girl and have a twirl on the sidewalks of New York
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BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy-gifts, fading away!
Thou wouldst still be ador'd as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will;
And, around the dear ruin, each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still!
II.
It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofan'd by a tear,
That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear!
Oh! the heart, that has truly lov'd, never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close;
As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets,
The same look which she turn'd when he rose!
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Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair
By Stephen C. Foster
I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,
Borne, like a vapor, on the summer air;
I see her tripping where the bright streams play,
Happy as the daisies that dance on her way.
Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour.
Many were the blithe birds that warbled them o’er:
Oh! I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,
Floating, like a vapor, on the soft summer air.
I long for Jeanie with the daydawn smile,
Radiant in gladness, warm with winning guile;
I hear her melodies, like joys gone by,
Sighing round my heart o’er the fond hopes that die:—
Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like the rain,—
Wailing for the lost one that comes not again:
Oh! I long for Jeanie, and my heart bows low,
Never more to find her where the bright waters flow.
I sigh for Jeanie, but her light form strayed
Far from the fond hearts round her native glade;
Her smiles have vanished and her sweet songs flown,
Flitting like the dreams that have cheered us and gone.
Now the nodding wild flowers may wither on the shore
While her gentle fingers will cull them no more:
Oh! I sigh for Jeanie with the light brown hair,
Floating, like a vapor, on the soft summer air.
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Ken Baake Lubbock, Texas
Ken was born in Baltimore in 1955. He grew up hearing everyone from Johnny Mercer and Ray Charles to the Beatles on the family hi-fi, with a usual Saturday encore of Wagner's operas. Ken has degrees in English and economics and a background in journalism. He is currently an associate professor of English at Texas Tech, teaching classes in rhetoric. ... more
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