Oh! my mighty love, for my people, friends,But there’s a certain class of us that our minds doesn’t blend,Though we’ve fought many a battle and it seems we’ve always won,But we’ll be greater when the “Star of Liberia” shines like the sun.I have sat and dreamed and to come there’s a brighter day,But if our race pride’s weak, and we have no love, just when I’m afraid to say.You pattern after the white man in every way but one,And that’s why the “Star of Liberia” cannot shine like the sun.We must learn to pull together, because animals know that much,For when we seesaw back and forth into our future it puts a clutch.This must be stopped or our defeat will be like the Huns,And it keeps the “Star of Liberia” from shining like the sun.I see a ship on the ocean at a distance of a thousand milesAnd it’s flying a flag of a people that will be prominent afterwhile.There’s a tiny bit of a star that’s causing that flag to fly,But with a close observation it can be seen with the natural eye.We must love this flag above all things we’ve done,For it holds the “Star of Liberia” that’s going to shine like the sun.This ship has good omen and a cloudy day there’s none,Then why keep the “Star of Liberia” from shining like the sun.We know she’s cruised the ocean for fifty years or more,But as soon as we pull together she will land on the American shores.
Oh! my mighty love, for my people, friends,But there’s a certain class of us that our minds doesn’t blend,Though we’ve fought many a battle and it seems we’ve always won,But we’ll be greater when the “Star of Liberia” shines like the sun.I have sat and dreamed and to come there’s a brighter day,But if our race pride’s weak, and we have no love, just when I’m afraid to say.You pattern after the white man in every way but one,And that’s why the “Star of Liberia” cannot shine like the sun.We must learn to pull together, because animals know that much,For when we seesaw back and forth into our future it puts a clutch.This must be stopped or our defeat will be like the Huns,And it keeps the “Star of Liberia” from shining like the sun.I see a ship on the ocean at a distance of a thousand milesAnd it’s flying a flag of a people that will be prominent afterwhile.There’s a tiny bit of a star that’s causing that flag to fly,But with a close observation it can be seen with the natural eye.We must love this flag above all things we’ve done,For it holds the “Star of Liberia” that’s going to shine like the sun.This ship has good omen and a cloudy day there’s none,Then why keep the “Star of Liberia” from shining like the sun.We know she’s cruised the ocean for fifty years or more,But as soon as we pull together she will land on the American shores.
Oh! my mighty love, for my people, friends,But there’s a certain class of us that our minds doesn’t blend,Though we’ve fought many a battle and it seems we’ve always won,But we’ll be greater when the “Star of Liberia” shines like the sun.I have sat and dreamed and to come there’s a brighter day,But if our race pride’s weak, and we have no love, just when I’m afraid to say.
You pattern after the white man in every way but one,And that’s why the “Star of Liberia” cannot shine like the sun.We must learn to pull together, because animals know that much,For when we seesaw back and forth into our future it puts a clutch.This must be stopped or our defeat will be like the Huns,And it keeps the “Star of Liberia” from shining like the sun.I see a ship on the ocean at a distance of a thousand milesAnd it’s flying a flag of a people that will be prominent afterwhile.
There’s a tiny bit of a star that’s causing that flag to fly,But with a close observation it can be seen with the natural eye.We must love this flag above all things we’ve done,For it holds the “Star of Liberia” that’s going to shine like the sun.This ship has good omen and a cloudy day there’s none,Then why keep the “Star of Liberia” from shining like the sun.We know she’s cruised the ocean for fifty years or more,But as soon as we pull together she will land on the American shores.
Colored men stop your marriagesTo women of the other race,Quit breaking the hearts of our goodly womenAnd bringing them a shameful face,Why are some of us thoughtlessUpon things along this line,Why when you go out of this race to marryYou leave women just as fine.Now colored men I’m pleading this caseFor our worthy colored girlsAnd trying to stop this awful horrorThat’s passing through this world.Where do you find other womenThat will be yoked along you’re side,To help you sail life’s rough ocean,No matter how rigid the tide.They go with you through thick and thin,Down on their knees upon kitchen floors,And in wash tubs they tirelessly bendJust to help climb the ladder of fame.Then could you discard an honest soulThat another race may honor your name?Now God in heaven wroteThis humble oration,That we may form a grandAnd noble nation.
Colored men stop your marriagesTo women of the other race,Quit breaking the hearts of our goodly womenAnd bringing them a shameful face,Why are some of us thoughtlessUpon things along this line,Why when you go out of this race to marryYou leave women just as fine.Now colored men I’m pleading this caseFor our worthy colored girlsAnd trying to stop this awful horrorThat’s passing through this world.Where do you find other womenThat will be yoked along you’re side,To help you sail life’s rough ocean,No matter how rigid the tide.They go with you through thick and thin,Down on their knees upon kitchen floors,And in wash tubs they tirelessly bendJust to help climb the ladder of fame.Then could you discard an honest soulThat another race may honor your name?Now God in heaven wroteThis humble oration,That we may form a grandAnd noble nation.
Colored men stop your marriagesTo women of the other race,Quit breaking the hearts of our goodly womenAnd bringing them a shameful face,Why are some of us thoughtlessUpon things along this line,Why when you go out of this race to marryYou leave women just as fine.Now colored men I’m pleading this caseFor our worthy colored girlsAnd trying to stop this awful horrorThat’s passing through this world.Where do you find other womenThat will be yoked along you’re side,To help you sail life’s rough ocean,No matter how rigid the tide.They go with you through thick and thin,Down on their knees upon kitchen floors,And in wash tubs they tirelessly bendJust to help climb the ladder of fame.Then could you discard an honest soulThat another race may honor your name?Now God in heaven wroteThis humble oration,That we may form a grandAnd noble nation.
Trespass notUpon two hearts that love,Your penalty’s imposed,By the Savior above.This tiny little linkThat connects two hearts,With the watchword,That no one should tear apart.Think some dayIt may be you,Then read this poem’Twill tell more true.It will explain my mindJust as I write,And the sorrow that hangs,O’er me tonight.I’m driven away from the one that held meThe smooth love, on the roughest sea,Now this is a teachingTo us one and all,That true love growsSummer, winter, and fall.Through sunshine and showers,In gardens of Mayflowers.And o’er the desert landNo distance can break it.’Tis found as we make it,True love for ever, stands.
Trespass notUpon two hearts that love,Your penalty’s imposed,By the Savior above.This tiny little linkThat connects two hearts,With the watchword,That no one should tear apart.Think some dayIt may be you,Then read this poem’Twill tell more true.It will explain my mindJust as I write,And the sorrow that hangs,O’er me tonight.I’m driven away from the one that held meThe smooth love, on the roughest sea,Now this is a teachingTo us one and all,That true love growsSummer, winter, and fall.Through sunshine and showers,In gardens of Mayflowers.And o’er the desert landNo distance can break it.’Tis found as we make it,True love for ever, stands.
Trespass notUpon two hearts that love,Your penalty’s imposed,By the Savior above.
This tiny little linkThat connects two hearts,With the watchword,That no one should tear apart.
Think some dayIt may be you,Then read this poem’Twill tell more true.
It will explain my mindJust as I write,And the sorrow that hangs,O’er me tonight.
I’m driven away from the one that held meThe smooth love, on the roughest sea,Now this is a teachingTo us one and all,
That true love growsSummer, winter, and fall.Through sunshine and showers,In gardens of Mayflowers.
And o’er the desert landNo distance can break it.’Tis found as we make it,True love for ever, stands.
There’s only one wayThat we’re to abideThen the way to success,Is very wideOn the sunny side of life.Each moment in the dayWe should wear a smile,It brings so-called good luckAnd it’s really worth whileOn the sunny side of life.The roses that bloom,That scents the airNo place they growAnd look more fairThan on the sunny side of life.If we live rightAnd omit all sin,Our days will be brightFrom the beginning to the endOn the sunny side of life.Even all the joy, and happiness too,With God’s heavenly blessings,For our deeds, kind and true,Is on the sunny side of life.
There’s only one wayThat we’re to abideThen the way to success,Is very wideOn the sunny side of life.Each moment in the dayWe should wear a smile,It brings so-called good luckAnd it’s really worth whileOn the sunny side of life.The roses that bloom,That scents the airNo place they growAnd look more fairThan on the sunny side of life.If we live rightAnd omit all sin,Our days will be brightFrom the beginning to the endOn the sunny side of life.Even all the joy, and happiness too,With God’s heavenly blessings,For our deeds, kind and true,Is on the sunny side of life.
There’s only one wayThat we’re to abideThen the way to success,Is very wideOn the sunny side of life.
Each moment in the dayWe should wear a smile,It brings so-called good luckAnd it’s really worth whileOn the sunny side of life.
The roses that bloom,That scents the airNo place they growAnd look more fairThan on the sunny side of life.
If we live rightAnd omit all sin,Our days will be brightFrom the beginning to the endOn the sunny side of life.
Even all the joy, and happiness too,With God’s heavenly blessings,For our deeds, kind and true,Is on the sunny side of life.
Above my bedHangs eight noble heads,With love, might and grace,They brought honor to their race.Dunbar could take youTo a land of beauty; it seemsAnd shine the light upon natureTo let you read his poetical dreams.Douglass as a statesmanThronged the whole wide world,And always in our memoryHe’ll shine just like a pearl.Attuck’s patriotismFor the land of the noble and free,God bless him on his way,And strengthen his mind with such decree.Taylor, the lovely musician,Rhythmically to you could bringThe sweetness in his musicWas like the bird that sings.Tanner showed his art,When fate painted his heart.He traveled in a whirlAnd works exhibited to the world.Dumas,The author,Showed his fame,And down the honor rollWe should always find his name.Washington, the humble but famous Booker T.Had many ups and downs,Though hardship he never feared,And from the cruel world he gained a crown.
Above my bedHangs eight noble heads,With love, might and grace,They brought honor to their race.Dunbar could take youTo a land of beauty; it seemsAnd shine the light upon natureTo let you read his poetical dreams.Douglass as a statesmanThronged the whole wide world,And always in our memoryHe’ll shine just like a pearl.Attuck’s patriotismFor the land of the noble and free,God bless him on his way,And strengthen his mind with such decree.Taylor, the lovely musician,Rhythmically to you could bringThe sweetness in his musicWas like the bird that sings.Tanner showed his art,When fate painted his heart.He traveled in a whirlAnd works exhibited to the world.Dumas,The author,Showed his fame,And down the honor rollWe should always find his name.Washington, the humble but famous Booker T.Had many ups and downs,Though hardship he never feared,And from the cruel world he gained a crown.
Above my bedHangs eight noble heads,With love, might and grace,They brought honor to their race.
Dunbar could take youTo a land of beauty; it seemsAnd shine the light upon natureTo let you read his poetical dreams.
Douglass as a statesmanThronged the whole wide world,And always in our memoryHe’ll shine just like a pearl.
Attuck’s patriotismFor the land of the noble and free,God bless him on his way,And strengthen his mind with such decree.
Taylor, the lovely musician,Rhythmically to you could bringThe sweetness in his musicWas like the bird that sings.
Tanner showed his art,When fate painted his heart.He traveled in a whirlAnd works exhibited to the world.
Dumas,The author,Showed his fame,And down the honor rollWe should always find his name.
Washington, the humble but famous Booker T.Had many ups and downs,Though hardship he never feared,And from the cruel world he gained a crown.
Down in Illinois around among the boysI never had a chance to go to school,For there was my dear mother and little invalid brotherAnd I was their support as a rule.But soon come the end to pass them on highThere hung saddest memories to the old home was good-bye,Then with all my ups and downs, there’s one true friend I found.While I sit a dreaming of the bygone daysThen a hidden voice did swell, saying I’ll teach you how to spell,For there’s a tender meaning for each letter in my name.
Down in Illinois around among the boysI never had a chance to go to school,For there was my dear mother and little invalid brotherAnd I was their support as a rule.But soon come the end to pass them on highThere hung saddest memories to the old home was good-bye,Then with all my ups and downs, there’s one true friend I found.While I sit a dreaming of the bygone daysThen a hidden voice did swell, saying I’ll teach you how to spell,For there’s a tender meaning for each letter in my name.
Down in Illinois around among the boysI never had a chance to go to school,For there was my dear mother and little invalid brotherAnd I was their support as a rule.But soon come the end to pass them on highThere hung saddest memories to the old home was good-bye,Then with all my ups and downs, there’s one true friend I found.While I sit a dreaming of the bygone daysThen a hidden voice did swell, saying I’ll teach you how to spell,For there’s a tender meaning for each letter in my name.
Chorus
R—is for the right, I’ll try to teach you my boy.U—means the union that our hearts will enjoy.B—is used in blotting sorrow’s memory, too.Y—is that your yearning heart will always be true.M—is for the million times you wanted to go to school.O—shows how this old world treats when mother’s lying cool.N—is for my natural love to you I plainly give.T—is just to teach us how to love and live.The placing of these letters tells how the story goes.And the only name I love and spell is my Ruby Montrose.All through life you’ll be like a pearl to me,Just to have and hold you for my own;With tender love, so great, then our lives I will relate,And dream of you my dear when I’m alone.Nights I’ll always pray that you may see the dayWhen you won’t be afraid to spell your name.We’ll study night and day, this will help you on your way,And relieve your tender heart of its bashful pain.To me then came my trial and it seemed if heaven smiledOn those dear sweet letters that spells her name.
R—is for the right, I’ll try to teach you my boy.U—means the union that our hearts will enjoy.B—is used in blotting sorrow’s memory, too.Y—is that your yearning heart will always be true.M—is for the million times you wanted to go to school.O—shows how this old world treats when mother’s lying cool.N—is for my natural love to you I plainly give.T—is just to teach us how to love and live.The placing of these letters tells how the story goes.And the only name I love and spell is my Ruby Montrose.All through life you’ll be like a pearl to me,Just to have and hold you for my own;With tender love, so great, then our lives I will relate,And dream of you my dear when I’m alone.Nights I’ll always pray that you may see the dayWhen you won’t be afraid to spell your name.We’ll study night and day, this will help you on your way,And relieve your tender heart of its bashful pain.To me then came my trial and it seemed if heaven smiledOn those dear sweet letters that spells her name.
R—is for the right, I’ll try to teach you my boy.U—means the union that our hearts will enjoy.B—is used in blotting sorrow’s memory, too.Y—is that your yearning heart will always be true.M—is for the million times you wanted to go to school.O—shows how this old world treats when mother’s lying cool.N—is for my natural love to you I plainly give.T—is just to teach us how to love and live.The placing of these letters tells how the story goes.And the only name I love and spell is my Ruby Montrose.
All through life you’ll be like a pearl to me,Just to have and hold you for my own;With tender love, so great, then our lives I will relate,And dream of you my dear when I’m alone.Nights I’ll always pray that you may see the dayWhen you won’t be afraid to spell your name.We’ll study night and day, this will help you on your way,And relieve your tender heart of its bashful pain.To me then came my trial and it seemed if heaven smiledOn those dear sweet letters that spells her name.
Time promised meSome day to unfoldA lifelong happinessBound with a goal.I’m patiently awaitingAlong the way,Attentive as a childAt its daily play.My heart ne’er chillsFrom the long winter’s cold.It’s wanting that happinessBound with a goal.At times I’m sadWith nothing to say,I should be gay as a roseOf a bright summer’s day.But looking for the storySo sweet to be toldAre you my little happinessBound with a goal?If fate takes awayThis promise so dear,There’ll be a chainOf my wasted years.Link by linkTo count and hold,Trying to find my happinessBound with a goal.
Time promised meSome day to unfoldA lifelong happinessBound with a goal.I’m patiently awaitingAlong the way,Attentive as a childAt its daily play.My heart ne’er chillsFrom the long winter’s cold.It’s wanting that happinessBound with a goal.At times I’m sadWith nothing to say,I should be gay as a roseOf a bright summer’s day.But looking for the storySo sweet to be toldAre you my little happinessBound with a goal?If fate takes awayThis promise so dear,There’ll be a chainOf my wasted years.Link by linkTo count and hold,Trying to find my happinessBound with a goal.
Time promised meSome day to unfoldA lifelong happinessBound with a goal.I’m patiently awaitingAlong the way,Attentive as a childAt its daily play.My heart ne’er chillsFrom the long winter’s cold.It’s wanting that happinessBound with a goal.At times I’m sadWith nothing to say,I should be gay as a roseOf a bright summer’s day.But looking for the storySo sweet to be toldAre you my little happinessBound with a goal?If fate takes awayThis promise so dear,There’ll be a chainOf my wasted years.Link by linkTo count and hold,Trying to find my happinessBound with a goal.
Once more around and I’ll go home,It’s really a shame how I’ve learned to roam.Oh! but what’s the use? I’ve got a good excuseThat outnumber the bubbles in this glass.Ah, ah, ah, ah, drink up, boys, and do it fast,For with your old pal it may be the last.You wonder why I have this knife?Yes, I got it, got it just to kill my wife;It’s the only thing for me to do,Since fate brings about that she’s not true,Stop, oh, don’t coax me, friends,You can see I’m near my end.Now you shoved me over that chairAnd I’ve seen the time you wouldn’t dare;But that’s when bloomed the rose of my lifeAnd I had the love of my sweet wife.Now think, it was stolen, by a dirty cur,And in my life it’s put a blur.Yes, I’m the guy that lives next door,Where my crying babe sits on the floor.Wait; I’m going to that swell cafe,My wife’s there, and lead astray.Ah! this is your secret place to dine.And for me, ’twasn’t hard to find,Why not let me meet your friend?He’s beneath the notice of cultured men.Ah! that’s the Italian that carried the note,And he would meet death if I could clutch his throat.Me no caree letter no time,Me com a dis a placa, drinka Italiana wine.Shut up, don’t you dare to speak,You’re part of the cause, you dirty sneak.Ah! and here’s the Jew that hauled your trunk,And the boat that brought him over really should have sunk.Oh! Meister, vate, vate you speak to me rongs,I spyed in this yard an o’ pair tongs.Who’s that Chinaman? I guess he cooked the meal,And he will land in glory quick as I can grab this steel,Woo Long, Sing Lee, Fong Low,Well, old man, I’ll spare your head,For in that language I don’t know what you said.Me noee cookee disee placee,Me gotee laundry, washee lacee.Ask your friend to buy me a drink;Ah! thanks old pal, but I called you a slink.What! is she crying,She’s thinking of our lives, that’s very trying.Oh! now I know just what she seesA once happy husband and living good as you please,There’s a painting in her memory, how I hated drink and gamble;And how I spent my evenings home, for I had no mind to ramble.Then along come you, another suited man,But she being weak, like the most of us, prosperity she couldn’t stand,Then I took to this drug’Cause it eased the nerves in my head,And ever since I’ve wished that she and I both were dead.Ah! let go of my throat, don’t let him, me boys,Let go of my throat, I tell you.Oh! mercy,There’s my little babe, her voice calls,But woman and liquor is the cause of it all.
Once more around and I’ll go home,It’s really a shame how I’ve learned to roam.Oh! but what’s the use? I’ve got a good excuseThat outnumber the bubbles in this glass.Ah, ah, ah, ah, drink up, boys, and do it fast,For with your old pal it may be the last.You wonder why I have this knife?Yes, I got it, got it just to kill my wife;It’s the only thing for me to do,Since fate brings about that she’s not true,Stop, oh, don’t coax me, friends,You can see I’m near my end.Now you shoved me over that chairAnd I’ve seen the time you wouldn’t dare;But that’s when bloomed the rose of my lifeAnd I had the love of my sweet wife.Now think, it was stolen, by a dirty cur,And in my life it’s put a blur.Yes, I’m the guy that lives next door,Where my crying babe sits on the floor.Wait; I’m going to that swell cafe,My wife’s there, and lead astray.Ah! this is your secret place to dine.And for me, ’twasn’t hard to find,Why not let me meet your friend?He’s beneath the notice of cultured men.Ah! that’s the Italian that carried the note,And he would meet death if I could clutch his throat.Me no caree letter no time,Me com a dis a placa, drinka Italiana wine.Shut up, don’t you dare to speak,You’re part of the cause, you dirty sneak.Ah! and here’s the Jew that hauled your trunk,And the boat that brought him over really should have sunk.Oh! Meister, vate, vate you speak to me rongs,I spyed in this yard an o’ pair tongs.Who’s that Chinaman? I guess he cooked the meal,And he will land in glory quick as I can grab this steel,Woo Long, Sing Lee, Fong Low,Well, old man, I’ll spare your head,For in that language I don’t know what you said.Me noee cookee disee placee,Me gotee laundry, washee lacee.Ask your friend to buy me a drink;Ah! thanks old pal, but I called you a slink.What! is she crying,She’s thinking of our lives, that’s very trying.Oh! now I know just what she seesA once happy husband and living good as you please,There’s a painting in her memory, how I hated drink and gamble;And how I spent my evenings home, for I had no mind to ramble.Then along come you, another suited man,But she being weak, like the most of us, prosperity she couldn’t stand,Then I took to this drug’Cause it eased the nerves in my head,And ever since I’ve wished that she and I both were dead.Ah! let go of my throat, don’t let him, me boys,Let go of my throat, I tell you.Oh! mercy,There’s my little babe, her voice calls,But woman and liquor is the cause of it all.
Once more around and I’ll go home,It’s really a shame how I’ve learned to roam.Oh! but what’s the use? I’ve got a good excuseThat outnumber the bubbles in this glass.Ah, ah, ah, ah, drink up, boys, and do it fast,For with your old pal it may be the last.You wonder why I have this knife?Yes, I got it, got it just to kill my wife;It’s the only thing for me to do,Since fate brings about that she’s not true,Stop, oh, don’t coax me, friends,You can see I’m near my end.Now you shoved me over that chairAnd I’ve seen the time you wouldn’t dare;But that’s when bloomed the rose of my lifeAnd I had the love of my sweet wife.Now think, it was stolen, by a dirty cur,And in my life it’s put a blur.Yes, I’m the guy that lives next door,Where my crying babe sits on the floor.Wait; I’m going to that swell cafe,My wife’s there, and lead astray.Ah! this is your secret place to dine.And for me, ’twasn’t hard to find,Why not let me meet your friend?He’s beneath the notice of cultured men.Ah! that’s the Italian that carried the note,And he would meet death if I could clutch his throat.Me no caree letter no time,Me com a dis a placa, drinka Italiana wine.Shut up, don’t you dare to speak,You’re part of the cause, you dirty sneak.Ah! and here’s the Jew that hauled your trunk,And the boat that brought him over really should have sunk.Oh! Meister, vate, vate you speak to me rongs,I spyed in this yard an o’ pair tongs.Who’s that Chinaman? I guess he cooked the meal,And he will land in glory quick as I can grab this steel,Woo Long, Sing Lee, Fong Low,Well, old man, I’ll spare your head,For in that language I don’t know what you said.Me noee cookee disee placee,Me gotee laundry, washee lacee.Ask your friend to buy me a drink;Ah! thanks old pal, but I called you a slink.What! is she crying,She’s thinking of our lives, that’s very trying.Oh! now I know just what she seesA once happy husband and living good as you please,There’s a painting in her memory, how I hated drink and gamble;And how I spent my evenings home, for I had no mind to ramble.Then along come you, another suited man,But she being weak, like the most of us, prosperity she couldn’t stand,Then I took to this drug’Cause it eased the nerves in my head,And ever since I’ve wished that she and I both were dead.Ah! let go of my throat, don’t let him, me boys,Let go of my throat, I tell you.Oh! mercy,There’s my little babe, her voice calls,But woman and liquor is the cause of it all.
Where goeth the sunshine of beautiful yesterday,When breezes blew light and all nature was gay.Now the birds are mute and refuse to sing,But down twinkles the snow to make the sleigh bells ringI’ll ask a simple question of you one and all,Where goeth the sunshine when the snow begins to fall?
Where goeth the sunshine of beautiful yesterday,When breezes blew light and all nature was gay.Now the birds are mute and refuse to sing,But down twinkles the snow to make the sleigh bells ringI’ll ask a simple question of you one and all,Where goeth the sunshine when the snow begins to fall?
Where goeth the sunshine of beautiful yesterday,When breezes blew light and all nature was gay.Now the birds are mute and refuse to sing,But down twinkles the snow to make the sleigh bells ringI’ll ask a simple question of you one and all,Where goeth the sunshine when the snow begins to fall?
Hush your mouth, don’t say a word,Let me tell the good news I heard.There’s going to be an outing soonDown where folks spend their honeymoon.Its given by the Dark Town club,And they serve chicken by the tub;Another thing their music’s grand,Drums, piano, and old tin pans,Get your ticket and don’t be late,Be at the landing prompt at eight.Listen! listen! what’s all that noiseEverybody’s going to Ginger Bay.There’s old Raz Jones with his slide tromboneAnd you can hear him play it for miles away.Come on boy we’ll have some time,There’ll be lots of swell dancing,And they’ll serve you wine,And if the boat begins to rockKeep right on dancing, if you lose your frock,Be careful what you doWhen you get a drink or two.And when the boat pulls into landTake your partner by the handAnd waltz her off at Ginger Bay.
Hush your mouth, don’t say a word,Let me tell the good news I heard.There’s going to be an outing soonDown where folks spend their honeymoon.Its given by the Dark Town club,And they serve chicken by the tub;Another thing their music’s grand,Drums, piano, and old tin pans,Get your ticket and don’t be late,Be at the landing prompt at eight.Listen! listen! what’s all that noiseEverybody’s going to Ginger Bay.There’s old Raz Jones with his slide tromboneAnd you can hear him play it for miles away.Come on boy we’ll have some time,There’ll be lots of swell dancing,And they’ll serve you wine,And if the boat begins to rockKeep right on dancing, if you lose your frock,Be careful what you doWhen you get a drink or two.And when the boat pulls into landTake your partner by the handAnd waltz her off at Ginger Bay.
Hush your mouth, don’t say a word,Let me tell the good news I heard.There’s going to be an outing soonDown where folks spend their honeymoon.Its given by the Dark Town club,And they serve chicken by the tub;Another thing their music’s grand,Drums, piano, and old tin pans,Get your ticket and don’t be late,Be at the landing prompt at eight.
Listen! listen! what’s all that noiseEverybody’s going to Ginger Bay.There’s old Raz Jones with his slide tromboneAnd you can hear him play it for miles away.Come on boy we’ll have some time,There’ll be lots of swell dancing,And they’ll serve you wine,And if the boat begins to rockKeep right on dancing, if you lose your frock,Be careful what you doWhen you get a drink or two.And when the boat pulls into landTake your partner by the handAnd waltz her off at Ginger Bay.
My wife, oh! my wife,Was taught that game of cookingSome time early in her life.Its just as easyFor her to cook a good mealAs it is for you to rideIn an automobile.It seems that it’s her prideTo fix good eats,Such as roast pork and candied sweet tatoes,And apple pies, she can’t be beat.I can be so mad when I walk in,Lips all shot out,Hanging down on my chin,But the essence of that foodSays why be thou so rude.Then henceforth and foreverMay thy grin.If you can keep from smilingWhen my wife makes apple pies,That’s more than I can do.She only makes that kindThat melts on the tongueAnd passes by the thorax so easy,Till it makes the pallet hum.Telling the epiglottisThat it don’t have to moveCause in this pie am plenty lardAnd sure am short and smooth.My Adam’s apple never worksWhen I go to swallow;All the muscles in my neckNever touch my collar.Then it reaches the bottom of my heartAnd sounds the tune of joyAnd kills that word O’ HungerWhen I’m penniless so often annoys.Now if you can keep from smilingWhen my wife makes apple piesThat’s more than I can do.
My wife, oh! my wife,Was taught that game of cookingSome time early in her life.Its just as easyFor her to cook a good mealAs it is for you to rideIn an automobile.It seems that it’s her prideTo fix good eats,Such as roast pork and candied sweet tatoes,And apple pies, she can’t be beat.I can be so mad when I walk in,Lips all shot out,Hanging down on my chin,But the essence of that foodSays why be thou so rude.Then henceforth and foreverMay thy grin.If you can keep from smilingWhen my wife makes apple pies,That’s more than I can do.She only makes that kindThat melts on the tongueAnd passes by the thorax so easy,Till it makes the pallet hum.Telling the epiglottisThat it don’t have to moveCause in this pie am plenty lardAnd sure am short and smooth.My Adam’s apple never worksWhen I go to swallow;All the muscles in my neckNever touch my collar.Then it reaches the bottom of my heartAnd sounds the tune of joyAnd kills that word O’ HungerWhen I’m penniless so often annoys.Now if you can keep from smilingWhen my wife makes apple piesThat’s more than I can do.
My wife, oh! my wife,Was taught that game of cookingSome time early in her life.Its just as easyFor her to cook a good mealAs it is for you to rideIn an automobile.It seems that it’s her prideTo fix good eats,Such as roast pork and candied sweet tatoes,And apple pies, she can’t be beat.I can be so mad when I walk in,Lips all shot out,Hanging down on my chin,But the essence of that foodSays why be thou so rude.Then henceforth and foreverMay thy grin.If you can keep from smilingWhen my wife makes apple pies,That’s more than I can do.She only makes that kindThat melts on the tongueAnd passes by the thorax so easy,Till it makes the pallet hum.Telling the epiglottisThat it don’t have to moveCause in this pie am plenty lardAnd sure am short and smooth.My Adam’s apple never worksWhen I go to swallow;All the muscles in my neckNever touch my collar.Then it reaches the bottom of my heartAnd sounds the tune of joyAnd kills that word O’ HungerWhen I’m penniless so often annoys.Now if you can keep from smilingWhen my wife makes apple piesThat’s more than I can do.
E’er sense I’s been bon things fo me goes powfull wrongE’er Januwah de 2.I sells my con and lose a farmE’er Januwah de 2.Good old liggon I don’t abuse but from me, it seems to ooseE’er Januwah de 2.Now to drink is ganst my will, but luck fo me pulls don de hillE’er Januwah de 2.I puts my savins in my trunks, but things fo me just goes caflunkE’er Januwah de 2.An I married a dozen wives but dey seems to lose dey livesE’er Januwah de 2.Den ever year I have de flu and seems to me I’ll break in tuLeaven my bons dah to clickWid dem awful rhumaticksE’er Januwah de 2.De worsted sorrow I ebber hadIs when mah swetark treats me badE’er Januwah de 2.
E’er sense I’s been bon things fo me goes powfull wrongE’er Januwah de 2.I sells my con and lose a farmE’er Januwah de 2.Good old liggon I don’t abuse but from me, it seems to ooseE’er Januwah de 2.Now to drink is ganst my will, but luck fo me pulls don de hillE’er Januwah de 2.I puts my savins in my trunks, but things fo me just goes caflunkE’er Januwah de 2.An I married a dozen wives but dey seems to lose dey livesE’er Januwah de 2.Den ever year I have de flu and seems to me I’ll break in tuLeaven my bons dah to clickWid dem awful rhumaticksE’er Januwah de 2.De worsted sorrow I ebber hadIs when mah swetark treats me badE’er Januwah de 2.
E’er sense I’s been bon things fo me goes powfull wrongE’er Januwah de 2.I sells my con and lose a farmE’er Januwah de 2.Good old liggon I don’t abuse but from me, it seems to ooseE’er Januwah de 2.Now to drink is ganst my will, but luck fo me pulls don de hillE’er Januwah de 2.I puts my savins in my trunks, but things fo me just goes caflunkE’er Januwah de 2.An I married a dozen wives but dey seems to lose dey livesE’er Januwah de 2.Den ever year I have de flu and seems to me I’ll break in tuLeaven my bons dah to clickWid dem awful rhumaticksE’er Januwah de 2.De worsted sorrow I ebber hadIs when mah swetark treats me badE’er Januwah de 2.
Fate taken away my world of goalTime sees that I grow old,Just these two words, which is time and fate,Where art thou love, that turned to hate?
Fate taken away my world of goalTime sees that I grow old,Just these two words, which is time and fate,Where art thou love, that turned to hate?
Fate taken away my world of goalTime sees that I grow old,Just these two words, which is time and fate,Where art thou love, that turned to hate?
Lod ham mursy Mandy, yo mis it allWhen you let dat supper pass yo at de ole Toun Hall.Sah, they had one pison meal,Dat good ole broun possom an sweet taters, sush yo mouf!Would upsit yo pallet an’ tickel yo heels.An biscuit, hum, hum! don’t talk,I et so many I could hardly walk.When yo’d bustum open an dah ginter to steamAn dat fresh country butter gist madum a dream.And dey had dem urly June peas dat was picked while da’s in blossom;But wait tell I tolger bout dat gravy dey had roun dat possom.It was gist a real medium lite broun,Hum youm, youm! when dey rised de lid yo could smill it all ober toun.An dat homade cake stood five layers hi,Mursy! an dat egg-custard, well, ’twould almost make ye cry.Den dey passed de water mellin an ice kream on de side,An’ when you backed away from dat table yo sho was satisfied.But you oder seen um a pitin on airs,Ole Ginn Jackson and Tildia Blairs,When dey’s asks tu et dey gaped like dey waned to fuse,Sain no we thank yo, we don’t carh fo, but to dat table dey gin to oose.Well sure yo woder almose bussed yo ribsWhen de blessen was said by ole Joe Tibs,Gist fo he started he ginner a real deep sie.And eber body bow dey heads, but on dem biscuits he kept one eye,Den he started, Good Lod! we turn thanks fo what bout to cieve,But I aint so buzy wid dis prawh dat I can’t see dat sister slipen biscuits up her sleeve. Amen.
Lod ham mursy Mandy, yo mis it allWhen you let dat supper pass yo at de ole Toun Hall.Sah, they had one pison meal,Dat good ole broun possom an sweet taters, sush yo mouf!Would upsit yo pallet an’ tickel yo heels.An biscuit, hum, hum! don’t talk,I et so many I could hardly walk.When yo’d bustum open an dah ginter to steamAn dat fresh country butter gist madum a dream.And dey had dem urly June peas dat was picked while da’s in blossom;But wait tell I tolger bout dat gravy dey had roun dat possom.It was gist a real medium lite broun,Hum youm, youm! when dey rised de lid yo could smill it all ober toun.An dat homade cake stood five layers hi,Mursy! an dat egg-custard, well, ’twould almost make ye cry.Den dey passed de water mellin an ice kream on de side,An’ when you backed away from dat table yo sho was satisfied.But you oder seen um a pitin on airs,Ole Ginn Jackson and Tildia Blairs,When dey’s asks tu et dey gaped like dey waned to fuse,Sain no we thank yo, we don’t carh fo, but to dat table dey gin to oose.Well sure yo woder almose bussed yo ribsWhen de blessen was said by ole Joe Tibs,Gist fo he started he ginner a real deep sie.And eber body bow dey heads, but on dem biscuits he kept one eye,Den he started, Good Lod! we turn thanks fo what bout to cieve,But I aint so buzy wid dis prawh dat I can’t see dat sister slipen biscuits up her sleeve. Amen.
Lod ham mursy Mandy, yo mis it allWhen you let dat supper pass yo at de ole Toun Hall.Sah, they had one pison meal,Dat good ole broun possom an sweet taters, sush yo mouf!Would upsit yo pallet an’ tickel yo heels.An biscuit, hum, hum! don’t talk,I et so many I could hardly walk.When yo’d bustum open an dah ginter to steamAn dat fresh country butter gist madum a dream.And dey had dem urly June peas dat was picked while da’s in blossom;But wait tell I tolger bout dat gravy dey had roun dat possom.It was gist a real medium lite broun,Hum youm, youm! when dey rised de lid yo could smill it all ober toun.An dat homade cake stood five layers hi,Mursy! an dat egg-custard, well, ’twould almost make ye cry.Den dey passed de water mellin an ice kream on de side,An’ when you backed away from dat table yo sho was satisfied.But you oder seen um a pitin on airs,Ole Ginn Jackson and Tildia Blairs,When dey’s asks tu et dey gaped like dey waned to fuse,Sain no we thank yo, we don’t carh fo, but to dat table dey gin to oose.Well sure yo woder almose bussed yo ribsWhen de blessen was said by ole Joe Tibs,Gist fo he started he ginner a real deep sie.And eber body bow dey heads, but on dem biscuits he kept one eye,Den he started, Good Lod! we turn thanks fo what bout to cieve,But I aint so buzy wid dis prawh dat I can’t see dat sister slipen biscuits up her sleeve. Amen.
God help a people that really has no flag,For on their present and future seems to heavily swag,’Tis that awful burden of mystery,And oh! how painful that their heroism’s ne’er mentioned in history.Then go my brave people and make one of your own,It will show our mighty love and that we’re learning to stand alone.For years and years you’ve given your sons to this land of the noble and free,But maybe it’ll go down in this last war, though others we’ve failed to see,Now we have men among us, men of brain and might,Don’t dream of difficulty a few years back, for then all newspapers were white.Now why not send our reporters on to the battlefieldAnd let them follow our comrades so their great deeds cannot be shield,And when the shots and shells are flyingInto the hearts of our loved ones dyingThen God helps a people that try to help themselvesThat has the right love for each other laid on memory’s golden shelves.Just think of our great heroes that died that we may live,And think what it’s stealing from our children because history fails to give.I’ve even spoke of Honorable Douglass to boys of my race,Why they would ask me who was Douglass and amazingly look into my face,Oh! this would break my heart to think of that noble man,And there are others that should be in all history of the land.
God help a people that really has no flag,For on their present and future seems to heavily swag,’Tis that awful burden of mystery,And oh! how painful that their heroism’s ne’er mentioned in history.Then go my brave people and make one of your own,It will show our mighty love and that we’re learning to stand alone.For years and years you’ve given your sons to this land of the noble and free,But maybe it’ll go down in this last war, though others we’ve failed to see,Now we have men among us, men of brain and might,Don’t dream of difficulty a few years back, for then all newspapers were white.Now why not send our reporters on to the battlefieldAnd let them follow our comrades so their great deeds cannot be shield,And when the shots and shells are flyingInto the hearts of our loved ones dyingThen God helps a people that try to help themselvesThat has the right love for each other laid on memory’s golden shelves.Just think of our great heroes that died that we may live,And think what it’s stealing from our children because history fails to give.I’ve even spoke of Honorable Douglass to boys of my race,Why they would ask me who was Douglass and amazingly look into my face,Oh! this would break my heart to think of that noble man,And there are others that should be in all history of the land.
God help a people that really has no flag,For on their present and future seems to heavily swag,’Tis that awful burden of mystery,And oh! how painful that their heroism’s ne’er mentioned in history.Then go my brave people and make one of your own,It will show our mighty love and that we’re learning to stand alone.For years and years you’ve given your sons to this land of the noble and free,But maybe it’ll go down in this last war, though others we’ve failed to see,Now we have men among us, men of brain and might,Don’t dream of difficulty a few years back, for then all newspapers were white.
Now why not send our reporters on to the battlefieldAnd let them follow our comrades so their great deeds cannot be shield,And when the shots and shells are flyingInto the hearts of our loved ones dyingThen God helps a people that try to help themselvesThat has the right love for each other laid on memory’s golden shelves.Just think of our great heroes that died that we may live,And think what it’s stealing from our children because history fails to give.I’ve even spoke of Honorable Douglass to boys of my race,Why they would ask me who was Douglass and amazingly look into my face,Oh! this would break my heart to think of that noble man,And there are others that should be in all history of the land.
Git outer heah an goter wok,Uv all men’s yo lobes tu shirk.Don dan woken fo a dollah a dah,Don hard wok an’ git good pah.Sie, what’s de use larg or small,Yo de kinder umman gonner spend it all.Lizz, bleav me man, yo needs som pride.Sie, hum, yo shud worrah ef um satisfied.Lizz, sumer des dahs I’ll lost my mind,Den you’ll leff dis hos liker a bird a flyen,Cus I’ll be a devil an dat untied,I’ll sees how much den you am satisfied.Lizz, mussey me, dis world am ruff,An’ marrahed life I goter nuff.To don rite I really tried,Den gwon an leah me, um satisfied.Lizz, I’ll nuckel to yo nebber no mo,Cus I kin clean cars fo de ole Big Fo,I told um I’s coming, dey thinks I’s lied,Cus de wah yo acten man, I ain’t satisfied.Sie, somer des dahs I’ll slep a neaf de coolAn’ yo’ll hab tu hich, drove, an’ cur dem mulesHolin woe haw gee, come heah clide,I gus den honey yo’ll be satisfied.Lizz, tain’t no use in talkin to me,I’s made up my mind to let yo be.Whever yo sleep neaf de cool wom or hotI’ll took dis brom an broke yo not.Sie, den do it umman I aniter goner hide,Any ole thing soes yo satisfied.Lizz, dah yo am a giten all goodDen com na kiss me, hum, I wish I woodCus yo kinder mens I’s laid aside.Sie, ef dey all no yo like me, dey woun be satisfied.
Git outer heah an goter wok,Uv all men’s yo lobes tu shirk.Don dan woken fo a dollah a dah,Don hard wok an’ git good pah.Sie, what’s de use larg or small,Yo de kinder umman gonner spend it all.Lizz, bleav me man, yo needs som pride.Sie, hum, yo shud worrah ef um satisfied.Lizz, sumer des dahs I’ll lost my mind,Den you’ll leff dis hos liker a bird a flyen,Cus I’ll be a devil an dat untied,I’ll sees how much den you am satisfied.Lizz, mussey me, dis world am ruff,An’ marrahed life I goter nuff.To don rite I really tried,Den gwon an leah me, um satisfied.Lizz, I’ll nuckel to yo nebber no mo,Cus I kin clean cars fo de ole Big Fo,I told um I’s coming, dey thinks I’s lied,Cus de wah yo acten man, I ain’t satisfied.Sie, somer des dahs I’ll slep a neaf de coolAn’ yo’ll hab tu hich, drove, an’ cur dem mulesHolin woe haw gee, come heah clide,I gus den honey yo’ll be satisfied.Lizz, tain’t no use in talkin to me,I’s made up my mind to let yo be.Whever yo sleep neaf de cool wom or hotI’ll took dis brom an broke yo not.Sie, den do it umman I aniter goner hide,Any ole thing soes yo satisfied.Lizz, dah yo am a giten all goodDen com na kiss me, hum, I wish I woodCus yo kinder mens I’s laid aside.Sie, ef dey all no yo like me, dey woun be satisfied.
Git outer heah an goter wok,Uv all men’s yo lobes tu shirk.Don dan woken fo a dollah a dah,Don hard wok an’ git good pah.Sie, what’s de use larg or small,Yo de kinder umman gonner spend it all.Lizz, bleav me man, yo needs som pride.Sie, hum, yo shud worrah ef um satisfied.Lizz, sumer des dahs I’ll lost my mind,Den you’ll leff dis hos liker a bird a flyen,Cus I’ll be a devil an dat untied,I’ll sees how much den you am satisfied.Lizz, mussey me, dis world am ruff,An’ marrahed life I goter nuff.To don rite I really tried,Den gwon an leah me, um satisfied.Lizz, I’ll nuckel to yo nebber no mo,Cus I kin clean cars fo de ole Big Fo,I told um I’s coming, dey thinks I’s lied,Cus de wah yo acten man, I ain’t satisfied.Sie, somer des dahs I’ll slep a neaf de coolAn’ yo’ll hab tu hich, drove, an’ cur dem mulesHolin woe haw gee, come heah clide,I gus den honey yo’ll be satisfied.Lizz, tain’t no use in talkin to me,I’s made up my mind to let yo be.Whever yo sleep neaf de cool wom or hotI’ll took dis brom an broke yo not.Sie, den do it umman I aniter goner hide,Any ole thing soes yo satisfied.Lizz, dah yo am a giten all goodDen com na kiss me, hum, I wish I woodCus yo kinder mens I’s laid aside.Sie, ef dey all no yo like me, dey woun be satisfied.
“Company Attion,” dats it snap dem heals rite agetherAnd don’t be grumblen bout de rainy wedder,Fo dahs a few things I’s boun to mention.Yo pock out dat chest,Yo lazy thing, yo am like de rest.Gim me dem heads and eyes tu de frontAn’ don’t let me heah yo breave or grunt.Now in dis company dahs a singen arounDat some yo soldiers am a staen in town,Yo no dat am a breaken uv de rules,And awful bad it sounds.But let me ketch de ole ring leaderWid him I’ll broke de guard hous don.“At Ease!” quit dat trimblen at de neas,In de monen I’s goner call de rollAn ebber liben body better hit de stroll.Ef dahs anybody daun anser tu dey nameWell, de wah I’ll punshum, hit’ll be a shame.Sur Lieutenant! mah I speak,No you studers, an’ it’ll tuck yo a week.Now stop dat rolen dem eyes dah,Yo am de fello dey calls jack de bah.Does yo no yo am afoolen wid de hinges uv defAn’ what yo am athinken yo am badly lef.Ress, a man kin talk tell he nely chokes,An’ Ress don’t mean fo you tu smoke.Drap dat cigarete,I bet I’ll blo dis company up yet,Now I want spoke bout de han solute,An’ you better bring me a press on all dem suits.In dis company dahs a loss uv pepAn’ in aroun’ lebben werf yo am boun to crep.“Prade Ress!”Keep dat line neatly dressed,Looker a dah how yo’s holen dat gun,Gist like a man giten redy tu run.“Sholder Arms!”As yo wus, yo goter alarmed.Now what’s de madder widd dis coman?Change dat gun in de udder hanIn all my forty years I seenYo bunch uv mens am mity green.Wake up now an sodger rite,Ef yo don’t da’ll be one awfull fite.Yo’ll taste de essnes uv my fist.“Company Attention!”Dah am de dinner bell yo am dismist.
“Company Attion,” dats it snap dem heals rite agetherAnd don’t be grumblen bout de rainy wedder,Fo dahs a few things I’s boun to mention.Yo pock out dat chest,Yo lazy thing, yo am like de rest.Gim me dem heads and eyes tu de frontAn’ don’t let me heah yo breave or grunt.Now in dis company dahs a singen arounDat some yo soldiers am a staen in town,Yo no dat am a breaken uv de rules,And awful bad it sounds.But let me ketch de ole ring leaderWid him I’ll broke de guard hous don.“At Ease!” quit dat trimblen at de neas,In de monen I’s goner call de rollAn ebber liben body better hit de stroll.Ef dahs anybody daun anser tu dey nameWell, de wah I’ll punshum, hit’ll be a shame.Sur Lieutenant! mah I speak,No you studers, an’ it’ll tuck yo a week.Now stop dat rolen dem eyes dah,Yo am de fello dey calls jack de bah.Does yo no yo am afoolen wid de hinges uv defAn’ what yo am athinken yo am badly lef.Ress, a man kin talk tell he nely chokes,An’ Ress don’t mean fo you tu smoke.Drap dat cigarete,I bet I’ll blo dis company up yet,Now I want spoke bout de han solute,An’ you better bring me a press on all dem suits.In dis company dahs a loss uv pepAn’ in aroun’ lebben werf yo am boun to crep.“Prade Ress!”Keep dat line neatly dressed,Looker a dah how yo’s holen dat gun,Gist like a man giten redy tu run.“Sholder Arms!”As yo wus, yo goter alarmed.Now what’s de madder widd dis coman?Change dat gun in de udder hanIn all my forty years I seenYo bunch uv mens am mity green.Wake up now an sodger rite,Ef yo don’t da’ll be one awfull fite.Yo’ll taste de essnes uv my fist.“Company Attention!”Dah am de dinner bell yo am dismist.
“Company Attion,” dats it snap dem heals rite agetherAnd don’t be grumblen bout de rainy wedder,Fo dahs a few things I’s boun to mention.Yo pock out dat chest,Yo lazy thing, yo am like de rest.Gim me dem heads and eyes tu de frontAn’ don’t let me heah yo breave or grunt.Now in dis company dahs a singen arounDat some yo soldiers am a staen in town,Yo no dat am a breaken uv de rules,And awful bad it sounds.But let me ketch de ole ring leaderWid him I’ll broke de guard hous don.“At Ease!” quit dat trimblen at de neas,In de monen I’s goner call de rollAn ebber liben body better hit de stroll.Ef dahs anybody daun anser tu dey nameWell, de wah I’ll punshum, hit’ll be a shame.Sur Lieutenant! mah I speak,No you studers, an’ it’ll tuck yo a week.Now stop dat rolen dem eyes dah,Yo am de fello dey calls jack de bah.Does yo no yo am afoolen wid de hinges uv defAn’ what yo am athinken yo am badly lef.Ress, a man kin talk tell he nely chokes,An’ Ress don’t mean fo you tu smoke.Drap dat cigarete,I bet I’ll blo dis company up yet,Now I want spoke bout de han solute,An’ you better bring me a press on all dem suits.In dis company dahs a loss uv pepAn’ in aroun’ lebben werf yo am boun to crep.“Prade Ress!”Keep dat line neatly dressed,Looker a dah how yo’s holen dat gun,Gist like a man giten redy tu run.“Sholder Arms!”As yo wus, yo goter alarmed.Now what’s de madder widd dis coman?Change dat gun in de udder hanIn all my forty years I seenYo bunch uv mens am mity green.Wake up now an sodger rite,Ef yo don’t da’ll be one awfull fite.Yo’ll taste de essnes uv my fist.“Company Attention!”Dah am de dinner bell yo am dismist.
Parson Johnson at his church on a New Year’s EveMade a resolution he had up his sleeve,He knew the congregation had some inside information,But from where cometh he never knew,So the bells begin to ring and the whistles begin to blowEverybody kneeled in prayer, but Parson walked the flo.
Parson Johnson at his church on a New Year’s EveMade a resolution he had up his sleeve,He knew the congregation had some inside information,But from where cometh he never knew,So the bells begin to ring and the whistles begin to blowEverybody kneeled in prayer, but Parson walked the flo.
Parson Johnson at his church on a New Year’s EveMade a resolution he had up his sleeve,He knew the congregation had some inside information,But from where cometh he never knew,So the bells begin to ring and the whistles begin to blowEverybody kneeled in prayer, but Parson walked the flo.
Chorus
Said, Lord! remove those evil spirits, that’s concealed in my trunk,In which so often I bathe my soul, but never was I drunk.Deliver me along a different path and close mine eyes even to an empty flask.And if temptation greets me along my wayMay Thee never let bad thoughts upon my conscience play.Parson in his sermon, done oh! very well,He spoke of hypocrites, backsliders and infidels,He mentioned of St. Peter, who is writing the deeds we doAnd said when sliding back is untrue.He preached until his mind was a little overtaxedAnd knowing that bottle he had hid was the real old true facts.
Said, Lord! remove those evil spirits, that’s concealed in my trunk,In which so often I bathe my soul, but never was I drunk.Deliver me along a different path and close mine eyes even to an empty flask.And if temptation greets me along my wayMay Thee never let bad thoughts upon my conscience play.Parson in his sermon, done oh! very well,He spoke of hypocrites, backsliders and infidels,He mentioned of St. Peter, who is writing the deeds we doAnd said when sliding back is untrue.He preached until his mind was a little overtaxedAnd knowing that bottle he had hid was the real old true facts.
Said, Lord! remove those evil spirits, that’s concealed in my trunk,In which so often I bathe my soul, but never was I drunk.Deliver me along a different path and close mine eyes even to an empty flask.And if temptation greets me along my wayMay Thee never let bad thoughts upon my conscience play.
Parson in his sermon, done oh! very well,He spoke of hypocrites, backsliders and infidels,He mentioned of St. Peter, who is writing the deeds we doAnd said when sliding back is untrue.He preached until his mind was a little overtaxedAnd knowing that bottle he had hid was the real old true facts.
Long side de roadWhere my heart overflowed,From de moanen uv a doveWhile I’s dreamin’ uv yo loveOn Sunday morn.While I sit an thing uv yo,And de sun shines doun on de mistic’s dew,In dis beautiful place,I kin see yo sweet faceOn Sunday morn.I love to roam de putty wile wood,It reminds me uv our dearest childhood,To listen to de birdsAnd music widout wordOn Sunday morn.Ef fate holds a day we’re to meet againTo relieve my heart uv its aken pain,If it’s God’s decreeI hope it will beOn Sunday morn.
Long side de roadWhere my heart overflowed,From de moanen uv a doveWhile I’s dreamin’ uv yo loveOn Sunday morn.While I sit an thing uv yo,And de sun shines doun on de mistic’s dew,In dis beautiful place,I kin see yo sweet faceOn Sunday morn.I love to roam de putty wile wood,It reminds me uv our dearest childhood,To listen to de birdsAnd music widout wordOn Sunday morn.Ef fate holds a day we’re to meet againTo relieve my heart uv its aken pain,If it’s God’s decreeI hope it will beOn Sunday morn.
Long side de roadWhere my heart overflowed,From de moanen uv a doveWhile I’s dreamin’ uv yo loveOn Sunday morn.
While I sit an thing uv yo,And de sun shines doun on de mistic’s dew,In dis beautiful place,I kin see yo sweet faceOn Sunday morn.
I love to roam de putty wile wood,It reminds me uv our dearest childhood,To listen to de birdsAnd music widout wordOn Sunday morn.
Ef fate holds a day we’re to meet againTo relieve my heart uv its aken pain,If it’s God’s decreeI hope it will beOn Sunday morn.
Leave me not dear just now,The words I solemnly vow.Without your careThis world I fear,I’ll take a glass of little bubblesThen life will be full of troubles.
Leave me not dear just now,The words I solemnly vow.Without your careThis world I fear,I’ll take a glass of little bubblesThen life will be full of troubles.
Leave me not dear just now,The words I solemnly vow.Without your careThis world I fear,I’ll take a glass of little bubblesThen life will be full of troubles.
Your smiles have faded into frowns,Your eyes have lost their glow of brown,Your lips are numb, hides your teeth of pearl,Why lose this beauty, my little girl?The roses in the garden, are drooping and dyingSince they know of your tears and sighing,This puts a crape o’er the whole wide worldBring back this beauty, my little girl.I listen to the birds when I’m aloneAnd they have lost their silver tone;Sometimes they’re mute, and feathers all curled,There’s another beauty lost, my little girl.Now the sun came up but refused to shine,It was lost from your presence and love divine,The clouds drifted by, fastly in a whirl,I want you and the sunshine, my little girl.There was a day that was dear to meWhen we sailed across loves bright sea,There we saw only water, sky and loveAnd this was a blessing from our God aboveBut soon our boat ran into a snirl,And gone was our beauty, my little girl.
Your smiles have faded into frowns,Your eyes have lost their glow of brown,Your lips are numb, hides your teeth of pearl,Why lose this beauty, my little girl?The roses in the garden, are drooping and dyingSince they know of your tears and sighing,This puts a crape o’er the whole wide worldBring back this beauty, my little girl.I listen to the birds when I’m aloneAnd they have lost their silver tone;Sometimes they’re mute, and feathers all curled,There’s another beauty lost, my little girl.Now the sun came up but refused to shine,It was lost from your presence and love divine,The clouds drifted by, fastly in a whirl,I want you and the sunshine, my little girl.There was a day that was dear to meWhen we sailed across loves bright sea,There we saw only water, sky and loveAnd this was a blessing from our God aboveBut soon our boat ran into a snirl,And gone was our beauty, my little girl.
Your smiles have faded into frowns,Your eyes have lost their glow of brown,Your lips are numb, hides your teeth of pearl,Why lose this beauty, my little girl?
The roses in the garden, are drooping and dyingSince they know of your tears and sighing,This puts a crape o’er the whole wide worldBring back this beauty, my little girl.
I listen to the birds when I’m aloneAnd they have lost their silver tone;Sometimes they’re mute, and feathers all curled,There’s another beauty lost, my little girl.
Now the sun came up but refused to shine,It was lost from your presence and love divine,The clouds drifted by, fastly in a whirl,I want you and the sunshine, my little girl.
There was a day that was dear to meWhen we sailed across loves bright sea,There we saw only water, sky and loveAnd this was a blessing from our God aboveBut soon our boat ran into a snirl,And gone was our beauty, my little girl.
Has a miserable lifeAs he sits and thinks from sun to sun,There he dreams of the lakes and dellsHer poor heart just beats by spells.But when he’s back from those beautiful scenesShe looks in his eyes and the love-light gleams.
Has a miserable lifeAs he sits and thinks from sun to sun,There he dreams of the lakes and dellsHer poor heart just beats by spells.But when he’s back from those beautiful scenesShe looks in his eyes and the love-light gleams.
Has a miserable lifeAs he sits and thinks from sun to sun,There he dreams of the lakes and dellsHer poor heart just beats by spells.But when he’s back from those beautiful scenesShe looks in his eyes and the love-light gleams.
Spring’s early blossomsAre sleeping in their grave,Oh! how the sun did shine,For their lives it tried to save.Just think of all their beautyAnd Jack Frost was the winner,Though in sight of the shining sun,He’s an awful sinner.And while they lie asleepBeneath the chilly snow,We only dream of their tendernessAnd their fragrance we love so.Just think of each little petalThat was veiled with that all white shroud,And the miserable death they died,While the sun was behind the clouds.But cheer up! all sad hearts,Mother nature is soon to bringAnother collection of buds,For the ones stolen this spring.
Spring’s early blossomsAre sleeping in their grave,Oh! how the sun did shine,For their lives it tried to save.Just think of all their beautyAnd Jack Frost was the winner,Though in sight of the shining sun,He’s an awful sinner.And while they lie asleepBeneath the chilly snow,We only dream of their tendernessAnd their fragrance we love so.Just think of each little petalThat was veiled with that all white shroud,And the miserable death they died,While the sun was behind the clouds.But cheer up! all sad hearts,Mother nature is soon to bringAnother collection of buds,For the ones stolen this spring.
Spring’s early blossomsAre sleeping in their grave,Oh! how the sun did shine,For their lives it tried to save.
Just think of all their beautyAnd Jack Frost was the winner,Though in sight of the shining sun,He’s an awful sinner.
And while they lie asleepBeneath the chilly snow,We only dream of their tendernessAnd their fragrance we love so.
Just think of each little petalThat was veiled with that all white shroud,And the miserable death they died,While the sun was behind the clouds.
But cheer up! all sad hearts,Mother nature is soon to bringAnother collection of buds,For the ones stolen this spring.
Down a little laneSo beautifully shadedThere I met the queenOf all little maidens.Her hair was lightAnd eyes sky-blue,She was out of the gardenOf beauties that’s true.She’d hold her little dressAnd dance to the breeze;She would do it with graceAnd musical ease.On the tips of her toesShe’d go around like a top,With such dancing, entrancing,I thought she’d ne’er stop.Then she’d bowAnd give a sweet little smile,Pulling her fingerLike a real little child.But who only knowsWhom this maiden can be,She’s my secret inspirer,And the world to me.Sometimes when I writeShe stands by my side,If my poem’s of the oceanShe rides on the tide.Now little oneMy thoughts are dim,But with your guidanceI worked with vim.And now I must go,But my thoughts are of you.We’ll meet here next SundayIn the lane at two.
Down a little laneSo beautifully shadedThere I met the queenOf all little maidens.Her hair was lightAnd eyes sky-blue,She was out of the gardenOf beauties that’s true.She’d hold her little dressAnd dance to the breeze;She would do it with graceAnd musical ease.On the tips of her toesShe’d go around like a top,With such dancing, entrancing,I thought she’d ne’er stop.Then she’d bowAnd give a sweet little smile,Pulling her fingerLike a real little child.But who only knowsWhom this maiden can be,She’s my secret inspirer,And the world to me.Sometimes when I writeShe stands by my side,If my poem’s of the oceanShe rides on the tide.Now little oneMy thoughts are dim,But with your guidanceI worked with vim.And now I must go,But my thoughts are of you.We’ll meet here next SundayIn the lane at two.
Down a little laneSo beautifully shadedThere I met the queenOf all little maidens.
Her hair was lightAnd eyes sky-blue,She was out of the gardenOf beauties that’s true.
She’d hold her little dressAnd dance to the breeze;She would do it with graceAnd musical ease.
On the tips of her toesShe’d go around like a top,With such dancing, entrancing,I thought she’d ne’er stop.
Then she’d bowAnd give a sweet little smile,Pulling her fingerLike a real little child.
But who only knowsWhom this maiden can be,She’s my secret inspirer,And the world to me.
Sometimes when I writeShe stands by my side,If my poem’s of the oceanShe rides on the tide.
Now little oneMy thoughts are dim,But with your guidanceI worked with vim.
And now I must go,But my thoughts are of you.We’ll meet here next SundayIn the lane at two.
What will easeTwo aching heartsThat fate and timeHas drifted apart?I’ll speak to this rose,For maybe it knowsA gladness for her loveThat’s now reposed.Why did our mindsWith spirited souls,Let distance ring inLeaving our hearts grow cold?Now we sit and dreamThough miles away,Neither can enjoyThe blessings of the day.For a moment we’re happyThen sadness prevails,In our ears whistles memoriesLike a nightingale.
What will easeTwo aching heartsThat fate and timeHas drifted apart?I’ll speak to this rose,For maybe it knowsA gladness for her loveThat’s now reposed.Why did our mindsWith spirited souls,Let distance ring inLeaving our hearts grow cold?Now we sit and dreamThough miles away,Neither can enjoyThe blessings of the day.For a moment we’re happyThen sadness prevails,In our ears whistles memoriesLike a nightingale.
What will easeTwo aching heartsThat fate and timeHas drifted apart?I’ll speak to this rose,For maybe it knowsA gladness for her loveThat’s now reposed.Why did our mindsWith spirited souls,Let distance ring inLeaving our hearts grow cold?Now we sit and dreamThough miles away,Neither can enjoyThe blessings of the day.For a moment we’re happyThen sadness prevails,In our ears whistles memoriesLike a nightingale.
Down along Lincoln way,In our church on Sabbath dayA shock to a father, sisters and brothers,When the Master called the Wormsley mother.Tear drops then began to fall,But this is the sting must come to us all,With a pitiful look, one at the other,To mourn the death of the Wormsley mother.Soon the alarm spread around,And hung a sad token o’er the town,The alarm traveled farther and farther,While the heaven’s doors opened to Wormsley mother.
Down along Lincoln way,In our church on Sabbath dayA shock to a father, sisters and brothers,When the Master called the Wormsley mother.Tear drops then began to fall,But this is the sting must come to us all,With a pitiful look, one at the other,To mourn the death of the Wormsley mother.Soon the alarm spread around,And hung a sad token o’er the town,The alarm traveled farther and farther,While the heaven’s doors opened to Wormsley mother.
Down along Lincoln way,In our church on Sabbath dayA shock to a father, sisters and brothers,When the Master called the Wormsley mother.Tear drops then began to fall,But this is the sting must come to us all,With a pitiful look, one at the other,To mourn the death of the Wormsley mother.Soon the alarm spread around,And hung a sad token o’er the town,The alarm traveled farther and farther,While the heaven’s doors opened to Wormsley mother.