Oh, I think they'd better go over to Mexico, For I think there'll be a change in their affairs. Maximilian go to France, While they let him have a chance, For they think he is putting on too many airs. GENTLE MOTHER CALLS US HOME Composed and sung by H. S. THOMPSON. I remember when in boyhood, Far away in sunny years, When earth's little beams of pleasure When from her sight we were straying vi From our childish, wilful wand'rings, Chorus.-Yes, we hear her sweet voice calling, On our ear where'er we roam.. After years brought joy and sorrow, To our humble village cot,f Taking from our little circle Those who ne'er will be forgot, Though we left our loved home often, Yet, when sadness gathered o'er us, y mir 4 A Wheresoe'er on we A sweet voice, like an angel's music, Gentle mother calls us home. fr Bollew W THE DARK GIRL DRESSED IN BLUE. From a neat little country village, To this city here I came, I now will tell to you, How I lost my heart and senses too, Through a dark girl dress'd in blue. Chorus. She was a fine girl, fol de riddle ido, A charmer, fol de riddle eh! 'Twas on a Friday morning, On a seat by the right-hand side of the door When we arrived on Tremont road, The lady look'd so strange, The conductor he said "Your fare, ma'am?" Said she, "I have no change; I've nothing less than a five-dollar note: What ever shall I do?" Said I, "Allow me to pay?" "Oh, thank you, sir,” Said the dark girl dressed in blue! We chatted and talked as we onward walked, About one thing or the other; She asked me too, oh wasn't it kind, If I had a father or mother! 2 Oh, yes," says I, "and a grandmother too; "Oh, I'm chief engineer in a milliner's shop!" We walked about for an hour or two, Till we came to the grand refreshment room; She slipped in my hand a five-dollar note; I said, "What are you going to do ?" Oh, don't think it strange; I must have change!" I called a waiter and handed him the note, In silver and gold five dollars he brought; And the change of the note I then did hand She thanked me and said I must away; For I've to go to the depot, To catch the Eastern train; I turned to leave, when by my side. This tall man said, "Excuse me, sir, That note was bad-my duty is To take you on suspicion;" Said I, for a lady I obtained the change: He said, are you telling me true!MT Where's she live? what's her name? Says I, I don't know, she was a dark girl dress'd in blue. My story they believed, they thought I'd been deceived, But they said I must hand back the cash; I thought 'twas a sin as I gave them the tin, And away went five dollars smash. LA So, all young men, take my advice: var bn A Be careful what you do i When you make the acquaintance of ladies strange, Linger not, darling, awake from thy sleep, Linger not, darling, the glimmering sea Roses and lilies are smiling in dreams, Softly is heard the light step of the streams, o' Chorus.-Linger not, darling, I've something to tell Under the leaves of the shadowy dell. By JOHN C. CROSS, and sung by CHESTER H. SMITH. ft In the marble halls I sit, I Liow e Thinking, Johnny dear, of you, ny podt I And my eyes they fill with tears,quoy leo? Tho' I try to cheer the bummers to be gayo msdW Cheer up bummers, have no fear, And, before another night, We'll all get jolly tight,. At the Carlton, drinking Schnapps and Lager beer. Chorus: Rum! rum! &c. Before the Judge we stood, When his fiercest charge he made, And he sent us up, a dozen BUMS or more; But, before we reached the place, We saw how the game was played, And we heard the cry of: Mush! o'er and o'er. ^ Chorus: Rum! rum! &c. !> So, upon the Island, now I We are breaking stones, all day : And I've hit my shins, a dozen times or more. And my eyes are almost broke, As we think of seeing home, and BUMS once more! MAXIMILIAN'S LAMENT. Oh! I vants to go home, was the doleful cry, To the ears of Emperor of French, Oh! I vants to go home, vare de sauer-kraut And de lager-bier flows like de streams : leber vurst, mit pretzels and bier, de themes of my midnight dreams! Oh ! Are LIA {༢ Chorus: Oh! I vants to go home, and I will go home; T I don't like dese Greasers, and didn't want to come, Dat you gif me de sogers, de gelt, and all dat, But mine friend, Jeff, is vipped, he runs here, if he Oh! let me come back to de dear vaterland, Chorus. |