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Birmingham Jail

Down on the Levee Levee so low
Late in the evening, hear the train blow
Hear the train blow love hear the train blow
Late in the evening hear the train blow

Roses love sunshine violets and you
Angels in heaven know I love you
Write me a letter send it by mail
Send it in care of Birmingham jail

Birmingham jail love Birmingham jail
Send it in care of Birmingham jail
Bessie my darling Bessie my dear
Bessie I love you goodness I do

Down in the meadow Down on my knee
Praying to heaven give my heart ease
God is the king love Pining for love
Kiss me once more love then I must go

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Chicago Exhibition

One afternoon I thought I would go
To see the Great American show
Of which there was such a hallabou
Chicago Exhibition
I left a clerk to mind the store
A thing I had never done before
How long I would be I was not sure
But I thought it would take a week or more
So home i goes to my wife and I says
Business will take me away a few days
Tomorrow morning at six oclock
Im going to London (Landon?) to purchase stock
So call me at five for breakfast dear
And see my collars and shirts appear
Wrap them up so they will not crease
And pack them away in my new valise
When morning came it was pouring rain
I hustled around the cabin in vain
I tried to step on a passenger car
But I slipped and fell with an awful par
My new umbrella was knocked about
And turned completely inside out
But I wouldn’t a cared so much for that
If I hadn’t a tore my new silk hat
I also spoiled a suit of clothes
And tore the skin all of my nose
I fell in the mud on the broad of my back
My valise went flying across the truck
First it opened my collars and shirts
They went flying around the road in the dirt
When I got up I could hardly walk
But I managed to get down as far as the dock
The steamer was almost ready to go
In a minute or two the whistle blowed
I asked my ticket he answered No
Your not in a fit condition
Your a liar I roared as I jumped aboard
For Chicago Exhibition
And when I reached the famous fair
All kinds of people had gathered there
There was dutchmen with their sausage meat
And Italians playing out in the street
It was a dollar a piece for apple pies
They would do dam well for railraod ties
They had no fresh meat so they gave us a dish
Of slathery soup with turnip and fish
And after that great meal was done
I found that my watch and purse was gone
So up I jumped on the table quick
And I told the cashier that he would I thrash
If he didn’t immediately give me my cash
The table slipped and away I flew
And away went all the dishes too
A plate of soup my head went through
At Chicago Exhibition

** (Format leads to questions about this pieces status as song lyric)

The Wreck of the Old 97

They gave him his orders
at Monroe Virginia
Saying Pete your away behind time
This is not 38 but its old 97
You must get her in Spencer on time

He turned around to his black greasy firemen
Saying shovel in a little more coal
And when we crais that wide Oak Mountain
You can watch old 97 roll

Its a mighty rough road from Linchheard to Danville
Its a line on a three mile grade
It was on that grade that he lost his average
And you see what a jump he made

He was going down grade making ninty miles an hr
When his whistle broke into a scream
He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle
And was scalded to death by the steam

Now ladies all you must take warning
And for this time now and all
never speak harsh words to your true love or husband
He may leave you and never return

Red River Valley

Oh a long time you know Ive been waiting
For those words which you never did say
Now alas all my found hopes have vanished
For they tell me your going away
From this valley they say you are going
I shall miss your bright eyes and sweet smile
For you also take with you the sunshine
That has brightened my pathway the while

Then consider awhile ere you leve me
Do not hasten to bid me adieu
But remember the red river valley
And the maiden whose heart beats for you

Then remember the valley your leaving
How lonely and dreary it will be
and remember the heart you are grieving
And be true to your promise to me

When you go to your home by the ocean
May you never forget the sweet hours
That we spent in the red river valley
Nor the vows we exchanged mid its flowers

Oh there never could be such a longing
In the heart of a white maidens breast
As there is in this heart that is breaking
With love for the boy who came west

And the dark maidens prayer for her lover
To the spirit that rules o’er the world
Is that sunshine his pathway may cover
Leave his grief to the red river girl

Twenty One Years (version 1)

The judge said stand up boy
And dry up your tears
Your sentenced to Nashville
For twenty one years
So kiss me goodbye Babe
And say you’ll be mine
For twenty one years
Is a Mighty long time

The steam from the whistle
The smoke from the stack
I know you’ll be true blue
Until I come back
So hold up your head Babe
and dry up your eyes
For best friends must part Babe
So must you and I

Go get me the Govenor
God bless your sweet soul
If you can’t get a pardon
Then get a parole
If I had the Govenor
Where the Govenor has me
Before next Tuesday morning
The Govenor would be free

Six months have gone by Babe
And I wish I were dead
for this dirty old jailhouse
Has a floor for a bed
Its raining its hailing
The moon gives no light
Oh darling please tell me
Why you never write

Ive counted the days Babe
Ive counted the nights
Ive counted the noontimes
And Ive counted them right
Ive counted the moments
And Ive counted the stars
And Ive counted a million
Of these prison bars

I counted on you Babe
To give me a break
You seem to forget Babe
Im here for your sake
For you know who is guilty
And you know it too well
But I will rot in this jailhouse
Before I would tell

Now all you young fellows
With hearts brave and true
Don’t believe in a woman
You’ll grive if you do
Don’t trust any woman
No matter how kind
For twenty one years
Is a mighty long time

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

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

 

A Gay Caballero

I am a gay caballero
Coming from Rio Jan Ero
With nice oily hair and full of hot air
Im an expert at shooting the bull o
Im seeking a fair senueeto
Not thin and not too much meat o
I’ll woo her awhile in my Argentine style
I’ll cary her up off her feet o
I’ll tell her Im the nobilio
And live in a great big castill-o
I must have a Miss who will long for a kiss
She’ll not say don’t be so still-o

Twas at a swell cabaret 0
While wining and dining I met her
We drank one or two as other folks do
The night was wet but she got wetter
She told me her name was Astrollo
She said stick around me young fellow
Masquitoes they bite they’re awful tonight
And you smell like citremell-o
I can forget that Sonera while telling her [bawl] adore her
Asleep she did fall I didn’t mind it at all
But she was a terible snorer
She was a dancer and singer
At me she kept pointing her finger
And kept saying to me oh see see oh see
But I couldn’t see a darn thing-o
She told me she was so lonely
So i climbed upon her balcony
While under her spell I heard someone yell
Get away from her you big balogna
I swore I’d win this Senretta
I woed her upon the sofeta
Then her husband walked in what he did was a sin
I can still her the birds go tweet tweet twiter
Now I am a sad cabollero returning to Rio Janero
Im minus my hair a bruise here and there
For her husband chewed off my earo

Im a gay cabellero Back from Rio de Janero
And you bet your life I’ll be dodging the wife
And the hubby that chewed off my ear-o