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After The Ball

A little maiden climbed an old man’s knee
Begged for a story do [uncle] please
Why are you single why live alone
Have you no babies have you no home
I had a sweetheart years years ago
Where she is now pet you’ll soon know
List to my story I’ll tell it all
I belived her faithless after the ball

After the ball is over, after the break of dawn
After the dancers leaving after the stars are gone
Many the heart is aching if you could count them all
Many the hopes that are vanquished after the ball

Bright lights were flashing in the grand ball room
Softly the music playing sweet tunes
There came my sweetheart my love my own
I wish some water leave me alone
When I returned dear there stood a man
Kissing my sweetheart as lovers can
Down fell the glass pet broken thats all
Just as my heart was after the Ball

Long years have past pert I’ll never wed
True to my last love though she is dead
She tried to tell me tried to explain
But I would not listen pleadings were vain
One day a letter came from that man
He was her brother the letter ran
Thats why Im lonely no home at all
I broke her heart pet after the ball

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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

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

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

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

Laurena

Way down up the old plantation
Many years old massa used me as a slave
He had a yellow gal he called Laurena
And we courted where the wild banana’s wave
The moon shone bright on Laurena
As we sat and watched the coons among the corn
The possom played around the wild bananas
And the old owl he hooted like a horn

Oh Laurena Dear Laurena
Won’t you come won’t you come to me again
Oh Laurena Dear Laurena
Won’t you come won’t you come to me again

For three long years weve been courtin
And then we joined together two as one
And with hard labor we suppored massa
And the happiness of life had just begun
But one day old massa sold Laurena
And I though that this poor darkies heart would break
And he sent her far away down to old virgina
And he left me to morn for her sake

For for long years we’ve been parted
And the thoughts of her had never left my head
Till one day massa read me a letter
Telling me that Laurena she was dead
Oh this darky knows her soul has gone to heaven
And no more will she suffer grief and pain
And a bright robe and crown to her will be given
And no more will she wear the darkies chain

The Fatal Wedding

The wedding bells were ringing on a moonlight winters night
The church was decorated all within was gay and bright
A mother with her baby came and was the lights aglow
She thought of how those same bells chimed for her three years ago
Id like to be admitted sir She told the sexton old
Just for the sake of baby to protect him from the cold
He told her that the wedding there was for the rich and grand
And with the egar watching crowd outside she would have to stand

While the wedding bells were ringing
While the bride and groom were there
Marching up the isle together while the organ pealed an air
Telling tales of fond affection vowing never more to part
Just another fatal wedding just another broken heart

She begged the sexton once again to let her pass inside
For baby’s sake you may step in the gray-haird one replied
If anyone know knows the reason why this couple should not wed
Speak now or hold your peace forever soon the preacher said
I must object the woman cried voice so meek and mild
The bridgoom is my husband sir and this is our little child
What proof have you the preacher ask “My infant she replied
She raised her head and knelt to pray the little one had died

The parents of the bride took the outcast by the arm
We’ll care for you through life they said youve saved our child from harm
The outcast wife, the bride, and parents quickly drove away
The husband died of his own hand before the break of day
No wedding feast was spread that night wo graves were made next day
One for the little baby and in one the father lay
The story has been often told by firesides warm and bright
Of bride, of groom, of outcast, and the fatal wedding night