So we were engaged in the regular way ; And her gingham umbrella, And her father's little barber-shop at Wee-haw-ken. When you hear the sequel, you'll say it has no equal I went one night, for to meet my Isabella, But no Isabella was there to meet. I searched far and wide, till I happened to drop In a lager-bier garden, where they had a sort of " 'hop." With a ginger-whiskered fellow, Doing "double-shuffle" up at Wee-haw-ken. I staggered with surprise, then exclaimed: Isabella! And if you don't like it take it out of that. I rushed at my rival, satisfaction to get, With her gingham umbrella, And let me have it on the nose at Wee-haw-ken. I rushed from her presence, resolved upon slaughter; For folly must be paid for, and wisdom bought- And her gingham umbrella, And her father's little barber-shop at Wee-haw-ken Get the butter kettle ready, I must market anyhow; But I wish you'd tell me, truly, Soon to market I'll be marching, That must be when gold has fallen, Who can eat such great big slices? Soon to market I'll be marching, That must be when gold has fallen, With my kettle full of butter, I must hurry through the markets, Soon from market I'll be marching, That must be when gold has fallen, THE SHODDY CONTRACTOR. AIR.-The Fine Old English Gentleman. I'll sing to you a little song, made by a modern pate, Before this cruel war" broke out, he was what's termed "a beat," And kept a small hand-me-down store, in Chatham street; His neighbors they all marked him down as an arrant cheat;" But now he'll pass his poor friends by, whene'er they chance to meet, This shoddy doth-contractor, one of the present time. Now he keeps a stud of horses, the fastest in the town, This shoddy cloth-contractor, one of the present time. He keeps his shoddy-factory in a bye-street near Broadway, . To support her little ones at home, while her husband's far away, From this shoddy cloth-contractor, one of the present time. At the Sanitary Fair, his name is on the list Of subscribers for one hundred dollars; but of course that won't be missed; He rents the finest pew in church, and always stands the grist; For the next government contract puts fifty thousand in the fist Of this shoddy cloth-contractor, one of the present time. At every war-meeting, he is sure to be seen there, You can tell him in a thousand, by his lofty mien and tread, EVER MY SPIRIT AWAKENS TO THEE. ANSWER TO BEAUTIFUL DREAMER. Words by MISS MAGGIE WILLIAMS. Music by C. MACK. Entered according to Act of Cougress, 1865, by WM. R. SMITH, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Eastern Dis Waked by the notes of sweet melody, Listen the soft strains are speaking to me, Telling of dew-drops and starlight so bright, World hushed to rest 'neath the moon's gentle light; Starlight grow dim and mild moonlight may pale; Ever my spirit awakens to thee. Mermaids may chant their notes o'er the sea, Tell the sweet tale of thy love unto me, Nor the bright moon with its beauty and light; JUST BEFORE THE BATTLE, MOTHER. Sung by J. L. CARNCROSS, of Carncross and DIXEY's Minstrels. Just before the battle, Mother, I'm thinking most of you; While upon the field we're watching, With the enemy in view; Comrades brave are round me lying, Filled with thoughts of home and God; For well they know that on the morrow Farewell, Mother, you may never Oh! I long to see you, Mother, Hark! I hear the bugles sounding, Hear the "Battle-cry of Freedom," Oh, yes, we'll rally round our standard, Farewell, Mother, &c. JUST AFTER THE BATTLE, MOTHER. Sung by J. L. CARNCROSS, of CARNCROSS and DIxEY's Minstrels Still upon the field of battle I am lying, mother dear, With my wounded comrades waiting, Many sleep to waken never, In this world of strife and death, Mother dear, your boy is wounded, I |