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Seven Cent Cotton Forty Cent Meat

Seven cent cotton forty sent meat
How in the world can a poor man eat
Pray for the sunshine cause it will rain
Things getting worse drivin all insane
Built a nice barn painted it brown
Lightening came along and burnt it down
No use talkin any man’s beat with
Seven cent cotton and forty cent meat
Seven cent cotton a carload of tax
The loads too heavy for our poor backs
We got a set of farmers we all know well
But there’s something wrong sure as hell
We all work hard we groan and sweat
Now we plum ruined and a blowed up set
No use talkin any mans beat with
Seven cent cotton and forty cent meat

No corn in the cob no chicks in the yard
No meat in the smokehouse no tubs full of lard
No cream in the pitcher no honey in the mug
No butter on the table and no lasses in the jug
Things to eat are always high
Everyone is selling no one will buy
We quit kickin the faults not our own
We just can’t reap where we have sown
Seven cent cotton and forty cent meat
keep gettin thinner cause we don’t eat
Tried to raise peas tried to raise beans
All we can raise is turnip greens
Folks always sick paw mus cough
Aint had no sugar since Ma dropped off
No use talkin any man’s beat with
Seven cent cotton and forty cent meat

Seven cent cotton and forty cent meat
How in the world can a poor man eat
Flour up high cotton down low
how in the world can we raise the dough
Our clothes worn our shoes run down
Old slouch had with a hole in the crown
Back nearly broken Fingers all wore
Cotton goin down to rise no more
Seven cent cotton and forty cent meat
Feels like a chain is on our feet
poor gettin poorer all around here
Kids coming regular every year
Plant corn was a wet year
Plant wheat and it turned a corn year
No use talkin any man’s beat with
Seven cent cotton and forty cent meat

Seven cent cotton and forty cent meat
Who in the devil has got a chance
We cant buy clothes we cant buy meat
Got too much cotton not enough to eat
Can’t help each other what shall we do
I can’t solve the problem so its up to you
Seven cent cotton and forty cent hose
Guess we will have to do with out our clothes
Seven cent cotton and forty cent meat
how in the world can a poor man eat
Mules in the barn and crops laid by
The [cubo] plum empty and the cows gone dry
Well waters low nearly out of sight
Can’t take a bath on a Saturday night
No use talkin any mans beat with
11 cent cotton and 40 c meat

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In A Garden In Paradise

In a garden in Paradise
Thats where my dreams come true
Happiness lingers in every place
And chases away the blues
I am dreaming always of you
All the day through loving and true
I am dreaming of a garden in Paradise

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

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

When Its Spring Time in The Rockies

The twilight shadows deepn into night dear
The city lights are gleaming on the snow
I sit alone beside the dreary fire dear
Im dreaming dreams from out the long ago
I fancy it is springtime in the mountains
The flowers with their colors are aflame
And every day I hear you softly singing
I’ll wait until the springtime comes again

When its springtime in the Rockies
I am coming back to you
Little Sweetheart of the mountains
With your bonny eyes of blue
Once again I’ll say I love you
While the birds sing all the day
When it’s springtime in the Rockies
In the Rockies far away

Ive kept your image guarded in my heart dear
I’ve kept my love for you as pure as dew
Im longing for the time when I shall come dear
Back to that dear old Western home and you
I fancy its springtime in the mounains
The maple leaves in first sky green appear
I hear you softly say my Queen of May time
This springtime you have come to meet me here

The Maple Leaf Forever

In days of your, from britains shore
Walfe the dauntless hero came
And planted firm Britannias flag
On Canada’s fair domain
Here may it wave our boast or pride
And join in love together
The thistle, Shamrock Rose Entwine
The Maple Leaf forever

The Maple Leaf our emblem dear
The Maple Leaf Forever
God save Our King and Heaven bless
The Maple Leaf forever

At Queenston Heights and Lundy’s lane
Our brave Fathers side by side
For freedom, homes, and lov’d ones dear
Firmly stood and bravely died
And those dear rights which they maintained
We swear to yeild them never
Our watchword ever more shall be
The Maple Leaf Forever

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

The Little Rosewood Casket

In a little rosewood casket
That is resting on a stand
There’s a package of love letters
Written by a cherished hand
Will you please go bring them sister
Read them o’er to me tonight
For Ive often tried but could not
Falling tears would blind my sight

In a little rosewood casket
That is resting on a stand
There’s a package of love letters
Written by my true loves hand

Come up closer to me sister
Let me lean upon your breast
For the tide of life is ebbing
And I fair would be at rest
Bring the letters he has written
He whos voice I’ve often heard
Read them over love distinctly
For I cherish every word

Tell him sister when you see him
That I never ceased to love
That I dying prayed to meet him
In a better world above
Tell him that I was supported
Ne’er a word of censure spoke
But his silence and his absense
This poor heart has well nigh broke

Tell him that I watched his coming
When the noontide sun was high
And at even when the angels set
Their starlights in the sky
But when at last I saw he came not
Tell him that I didn’t chide
But I spoke in love about him
And I blessed him when I died

When at last in deaths white garments
You have wrapped my form around
And you lay me down to slumber
In the quiet church yard ground
Place the letters and the picture
Close beside my pulseless heart
We for years have been together
And in death we will not part

I am ready now dear sister
Read the dear old letters o’er
I will listen as to music
Eve I reach that golden shore
And if ere you have all finished
I should calmly fall asleep
Fall asleep to wake in Heaven
Dearest sister do not weep

In The Baggage Coach Ahead

On a dark and stormy night
A train rattled on
All the travelers had gone to bed
Except one young man with a babe in his arms
Who sat with a bowed down head

The innocent one began crying just then
As though its poor heart would break
An angry man said make that child stop its noise
For its keeping all of us awake

Put it out said another don’t keep it in here
Weve paid for our berth and our rest
But never a word said the man with the child
As he fondled it close to his breast

Where is its mother go take it to her
This a lady than softly said
I wish that I could was the mans sad reply
But she lies in the coach ahead

While the train rattled on a husband sat in tears
Thinking of the happy days of just a few short years
For baby face brings pictures of a cherished hope thats dead
But baby cries can’t wake her in the baggage coach ahead

Each eye filled up with tears as his story he told
Of a wife who was faithful and true
Of how he had saved all his earnings for years
Just to build up a home for two

How when heaven had sent this sweet little babe
Their young happy wives were blessed
His heart seemed to break
When he mentioned her name
And in tears tried to tell them the rest

Every woman arose to assist with the child
There were mothers and wives on the train
And soon was the little one sleeping in peace
With no thought of sorrow or pain

Next morn at the station he bade all good-bye
God Bless you he gratefully said
Each one had a story to tell their home
Of the baggage coach ahead