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The Little Old Log Cabin

Im getting old and feeble now I cannot work no more
Ive laid the rusty bladed hoe to rest
Ole massa, and ole miss’s am dead dey’re sleeping side by side
There spirits now are ravin with the blest
De Scene am changed about the place the darkies are all gone
I’ll neber hear dem singing in de cane
And Im de only one dats left with this old dog of mine
And de little old log cabin in de lane

De chimneys fallin down and de roof am cavin in
I ant got long around here to remain
But de angels watches ober me when I lay me down to sleep
In dat little ole log cabin in de lane

It was a happy to me twas many years ago
When de darkies used to gather round de door
When de used to dance and sing at night I played the old banjo
But alas I cannot play it anymore
De hinges dy got rusted and de door has tumbled down
And de roof lets in the sunshine and de rain
And de only friend ive got now is this good old dog of mine
In de little ole log cabin in de lane

De footpath now is covered o’er dat led us round de hill
And de fences are all going to decay
And de creek is all dried up where we used to go to mill
De time has turned its cause de odder way
But I an’t got long to stay here and what little time I got
I’ll try and be contented to remain
Till death shall call my dog and me to find a better home
Than dat little ole log cabin in de lane

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Lay My Head Beneath A Rose

Darling press me to your bosom
As you did in days of yore
Press your lips upon my forehead
Ere I reach that golden shore
Life is from me quickly fading
Soon I’ll be in sweet repose
When Im gone I ask this favor
Lay my head beneath a rose

Lay me where sweet flowers blossom
Where the dainty lilies grows
Where the pink and violet mingle
Lay my head beneath the rose

Darling first you said you loved me
When you gave your hand and heart
There were roses on your cheeks love
And we vowed we ne’er would part
One more kiss for I am going
Far byond all earthly woes
Let my grave be like your cheeks love
Covered with a red red rose

He has crossed the shadowed valley
Where the living water flows
Love has heard his last found pleadings
And he sleeps in sweet repose
Neath a grassy mound hes resting
Where the golden sunset glows
Love has answered all his pleadings
And he sleeps beneath a rose

I Had But Fifty Cents

I took my girl to a fancy ball,
It was a social hop
But we stayed until the folks went out
And the music it did stop
Then to a restaurant we went
The best one in the street
She said she wasn’t hungry
But this is what she ate
A dozen raw, a plate of slaw
A chicken and a roast
Some sparrow grass and apple sauce
And soft shelled crabs on toast
A big hot stew and crackers too
Her appetite was immence
When she called for pie I thought I’d die
For I had but fifty cents

She said she wasn’t hungry
She didn’t care to eat
Now Ive got money in my clothes
To feed she can’t be beat
She took it in so cosy
She had an awful tank
She said she wasnt thristy
But this is what she drank
A whiskey shin, a glass of gin
It made me shake with fear
Some ginger pop, with rum on top
A schooner than of beer
A glass of ale, a gin cocktail
She aught to have more sense
When she called for more I fell on the floor
For I had but fifty cents

You bet I wasnt hungry
I didn’t care to eat
Expecting every moment
To be kicked out in the street
She said she’d bring her family round
Some day and we’re have fun
Then I gave the man the fifty cents
And this is what he done
He tore my clothes he smashed my nose
He hit me in the jaw
He gave me a prize of a pair of black eyes
And with me swept the floor
He took me where my clothes hung loose
And threw me over a fence
Take my advice don’t try twice
When youve got but fifty cents

Poor Little Joe

While strolling one night through New Yorks gay throng
I met a poor boy who was singing a song
And although he was smiling he wanted for bread
And although he was singing he wished himself dead
I spoke to this poor boy out in the snow
He had no place to shelter him no where to go
No Mother to guide him in the grave she is low
Lost on the cold street was poor little Joe

Cold blew the blast down came the snow
He had no place to shelter him no where to go
No MOther to guide him in the grave she was low
Died on the cold street did poor little Joe

A carriage passed by with a lady inside
I looked on poor Joes face and saw that he cried
He followed the carriage she not even smilied
but fondly caressing her own darling child
I looked on this wail and I thought it was odd
If this poor ragged urchin forgotten by God
And I saw by the firelight that shone in the snow
The pale deathly features of poor little Joe

The lights had gone out and the clock had struck one
Along came a policeman whos duty was done
I could tell by the sound of his duty heavy feet
You’d think he was sinking the grave of the deep
Oh what is this the policeman said
It was poor little Joe on the ground he was dead
With his face turned to heaven all covered with snow
Died on the cold street did poor little Joe

The Little Red Caboose Behind The Train

While riding on the Band 6 from Phillie to N.Y.
And meditating as the train rolled by some happy thoughts came back to me
I’ll mention them to you
The thoughts of when I was a railroad boy
And if you will but listen I will tell you of the fun
That we had in sunshine snow or rain
 We all would get together round the cosy little fire
In the little re caboose behind the train

At night when we’d lay down to sleep upon our humble cots
We would always sing some old familar strain
And the angels they watch over us as we lay fast asleep
In the little red caboose behind the train

I was flagman on the train and did my duty well
And always kept the signals in good trim
Especially the red lights they were always in their place
All polished up and brightened was the tin
We also used to cook our meals and eat aboard the train
When our friends would join us we’d get rasin cane
We always had a pantry and we kept in neat and clearn
In the little red caboose behind the train

The boys all knew when pay day came
They were wathing for the car
And when they saw it coming up the grade
They waited for their wages then all would go to town
But the first thing they would see their board was paid
Then what a time the boys all had drinking lemonade
They would spend their money freely more to gain
but when they’d got a small sized bun you would see them steering off
For the little red caboose behind the train

 

Oh Dem Golden Slippers

Oh my golden slippers am laid away
Cause I don’t spect to wear em till my weddin day
And my long tail’d coat dat I loved so well
I will wear up in the chariot in de morn
And my long white robe dat I bought last June
Ise gwine to get chang’d Case it fits too soon
And the ole gray hoss dat I used to drive
I will hitch him to the chariot in de morn

Oh dem golden slippers
Oh dem golden slippers
Golden slippers ise gwine to wear
Because they look so neat
Oh dem golden slippers
Oh dem golden slippers
Golden slippers ise gwine to wear
To walk the golden street

Oh my ole banjo hangs on de wall
Cause it ain’t been tuned since away last fall
But de darks all say we will have a good time
When we ride up in de chairot in the morn
And Brother Ben and sister Luce
Dey will telegraph to Uncle Bacco Juice
What a great camp meeting der will be dat day
When we ride up in de chariot in de morn

So its good-by children I will have to go
Wher der rain don’t fall or de wind don’t blow
And yer winter coat why ye will not need
When you ride up in de chariot in de morn
But dem slippers must be nice and clean
And yer age must be just sweet sixteen
And yer white [bed] gloves yer will have to wear
When you ride up in de chariot in de morn

The Hazel Dell

In the hazel dell my Nelly’s sleeping
Nellie loved so long
And my lonely, lonely watch am keeping
Nellie lost and gone
Here in moonlight often we have wandered
Though the silent space
Now where leafy branches drooping down
Little Nelly’s laid

All alone my watch am keeping
in the hazel dell
For my darling Nelly’s near me sleeping
Nelly dear farewell

In the hazel dell my Nelly’s sleeping
Where the flowers wave
And the silent stars are nightly weeping
O’er poor Nelly’s grave
Hopes that once my bosom fondly cherish-d
Smile no more for me
Every dream of joy alas has perished
Nellie dear with thee

Now am weary friendless and forsaken
Watching here alone
Nelly thou no more will fondly cheer me
With thy loving tone
Yest forever shall they gentle image
In my memory dwell
And my tears thy lonely grave shall moisten
Nelly dear farewell

Little Marian Parker

Way out in California a family bright and gay
were planning for their Christmas not very far away
They had a little daughter A sweet and pretty child
And all the folks who knew her loved Marian Parker’s smile

She left her home one morning for school not far away
And no one dreamed that danger could come to her that day
And then a murdrous villa a fiend with heart of stone
Took little Marian Parker away from friends and home
The world was horror stricken and people held their breath
Until they found poor Marian Her body cold in death
And then they caught the coward yound Hickman was their man
They brought him back to justice his final trail to stand

There is a great commandment that says thou shat not kill
And those who do not heed it their cup of sorrow fill
This song should be a warning to parents far and near
We cannot guard too closely the ones we love so dear

In the Shadow Of The Pines

We wandered in the shadow of the pines my love and I
As the wind was blowing freshly from the sea
But a sudden fitful darkness stole across the summer sky
And a shadow came between my love and me
Some hasty words were spoken and then almost unawares
Hasty answeres to unthinking anger led
And our heart sick bitter longing and our weeping and our prayers
Ne’re can make those false and cruel words unsaid

Come back to me sweetheart and love me as before
Come back, back to me sweetheart and leave me never more
In lifes dull pathway the sun no longer shines
Come love and meet me in the showdow of the pines

You took the ring I gave you nor cast a glare at me
As you held the jewel’d trinket in your hand
And then you turned and tossed it in the waters of the sea
While the waves were splashing idly on the sand
You went your way unheeding the tears I could not hide
You went your way and not a word was said
But my stubborn heart was breaking underneath its mask of pride
And the pine trees sobbed in pitty o-re head.

I wake from the bitter dreaming but to call aloud your name
I sleep again to dream of you once more
And my stubborn pride has left me I admit I was to blame
Forgive me dear and love me as before
For the future is o’er shadowed with the darkness of despair
In the sky of life love’s sun no longer shines
And I’d give the whole world gladly once again to meet you there
Reunited in the shadow of the pines

When Its Lamp Lighting Time In The Valley

There’s a lamp shining bright in a cabin
In the window it’s shining for me
I know my dear mother is praying
For the boy she is longing to see

When its lamp lighting time in the valley
And In dreams I go back to my home
I can see that old lamp in the window tonight
It will guide me wherever I roam

In the lamp light each night I can see her
As she rocks in her chair to and fro
Tho she prays that I’ll come back to see her
But I no that I never can go

As she lights up the lamp and sitts waiting
Though she knows not the crime I have done
Tho I hope to meet her again sometime
Up in Heaven where life’s race is won

When its lap lighting time in the valley
Then in dreams I go back to my home
But Ive sinned against my friends and my loved ones
And now I must ever more roam