For, once I met a nice young maid, the All at once to me she said:› You are a perfect cure! A Cure! a Cure! a Cure! a Curely moni For, here I go, my high-gee wo For, I'm the perfect Cure. A Cure! & Cure! & Cure a Cure! &e! I was laid up for seven long months, .(Indeed, I'm not romancing,) Which brought on Mr. St. Anthony's dance: One day, a P'leeceman called on me; Along with me come on! says he; ri T T A Cure! a Cure! a Cure! a Cure! &c.T He took me 'fore the Magistrate,) I And laid the blame on me. The case created lots of fun, Look Just be done, A buth or else you are AA SUT like the perfect A Cure! a Cure! a Cure! a Cure! &c. THERE'S A SOUND AMONG THE FOREST TREES. Words by FANNY CROSBY.-Music by WM. B. BRADbury. Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1861, by WILLIAM B. BRADBURY, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the District of New Jersey, There's a sound among the forest trees, away, boys, Hear its thunders from the mountain, no delay, boys, Shall we falter on the threshold of our fame, boys? Hurrah for our Volunteers! They are coming from the North, they are coming from the West, Where the mighty river flows, From New England's hallowed soil, where our Pilgrim Fathers -rest, And the Star of Freedom rolls. There's a sound among the forest trees, away, boys, Quick to duty," up and at them," once again, boys, With the standard of our Union waving o'er us, We'll shout as we march along, hurrah! Like the vet'rans of the past who fought before us, To the struggle, noble Heroes! let us never To the Union let us boldly stand for ever, Let the traitor foe advance, and the cannon loudly roar, In the cause of Truth and Right we will brave him as before, There's a sound among the forest trees, &c. 7321 There's an angel form above us gently twining o Through the cloud of war a beacon light is shining— For the spirit of departed years returning, Cries on to the battle field, hurrah, And the patriot fire in every heart is burning: We'll conquer, but never yield. Then our banner to the breeze, we shall triumph, never fear, Like the noble sires who bled for the gem we hold so dear, There's a sound among the forest trees, &a. OIL ON THE BRAIN. Entered according to Act of Congress, A. D. 1864, by J. MARSH, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the Eastern District of Penna. ་* The Yankees boast that they make clocks 46 Byd They never made one could keep time Our stocks, like clocks, go with a spring But all our strikes are sure to cause Chorus-Stocks par, stocks up, Then on the wane; 7. Everybody's troubled with P And nd set the people crazy with-- . f), -- af Stocks par, &c.'p tu» sdi noi dje Yaw T There's neighbor Smith, a poor young man, Who could not raise a dime, Had clothes that boasted many rents, And took his "Nip" on time; I'D CHOOSE TO BE A BABY. Sung by LEW SIMMONS, of CARNCROSS and DIXEY's Minstrels. AIR.-I'd choose to be a daisy. ORIGINAL VERSION. I'd choose to be a baby, A darling little flower, As I was in childhood's hour. Chorus. I'd choose to be a baby, A darling little flower," For the girls to kiss and cuddle me, When I used to be a baby, They'd to my cradle creep, They'd kiss and hug and cuddle me, Till I fell off to sleep. " Yes, they'd kiss and squeeze me too They'd even wash and dress me Why don't they do it now? I'd choose to be a baby, &c. |