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May I Sleep In Your Barn

The night it was dark and twas raning
When along came a tramp in the rain
He was making his way to some station
To catch out a long distance train

May I sleep in your barn tonight mister
It is cold lying out on the ground
and the cold north wind it is whistling
And I have no place to lie down

I have no tobacco nor matches
And Im sure that I’ll do you no harm
I will tell you my story kind mister
For it runs through my heart like a storm

It was three years ago last summer
I shall never forget that sad day
When a stranger came out from the city
And said that he wanted to stay

One day as I came home from my workshop
I was whistling and singing with joy
I expected a kind hearted welcome
From my sweet loving wife and my boy

But what should I find but a letter
It was placed in the room on the stand
And the moment my eyes fell upon it
I picked it right up in my hand

And this note said my wife and the strange
Had left and had taken my son
Oh I wonder if God up in Heaven
Only knows what that stranger has done

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

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

My Old Pal

Im thinking of you tonight old pal
And wishing that you were here
Im dreaming of the times and the days gone by
When you filled my heart with cheer
I remember the nights when all alone
We sang Sweet Adeline
No other face can take your place
In my heart old pal of mine

The old pals are always the best you see
New friends you can find everyday
But they can’t tell the places
Or ever be like the old pals of yesterday

Im wondering just where you are tonight
And if you ever think of me
It would make my weary heart so light
Sweetheart again your face to see
But in my checkered life I find
Nothing come right it seems
Still you’ll always be a pal of mine
Though it may be only in dreams

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

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

 

If Brother Jack Were Here

Two drummers they were seated
in a grand hotel one day
While dining they were chatting
In a joker sort of way

There came a pretty waitress
Who brought a tray of food
They spoke to her familiarly
In a manner rather rude

At first she did not notice
Nor make the least reply
But one remark was made to her
Brought teardrops to her eyes

She turned on her tormentors
Her cheeks were blushing red
Approaching as a picture
This is what she said

My mother was a lady
And yours you will allow
And you may have a sister
Who needs protection now
I came to this great city
To find my brother dear
And you would ne’re insult me sir
If brother Jack were here

The two sat there in silence
Their heads hung down in shame
Forgive us miss we meant no harm
Pray tell us what’s your name

She told them and one cried allowed
I know your brother too
For weve been friends for many years
And he often spoke of you

Pray come iwth me when I go back
And if you’ll only wed
I’ll take you to him as my bride
For I love you since you said

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

When The Sun Goes Down Again

I hear a whippoorwill a cryin’
The sun is sinkin to rest
And I sit all alone a cryin’
Longing for the home I left way out in the West
Ill never learn to be a roamer
No matter how I try
And when the next train leaves this town
I’ll tell you all Good-bye

When the sun goes down again
Im going to be where I belong
I’ll be comin around the bend
And in my heart there’ll be a song
It won’t take long to forget
That I ever wanted to roam
And unless I miss my guess
I’ll learn each word of Home Sweet Home
When I hear my old dog beggin
I’ll be at my journey’s end
I can hear the old folks sayin
Welcome home our long lost friend
I’ll throw away my walkin shoes
I never want them on again
I’ll lay my head on a feather bed
When the sun goes down again