THE HEARTY WELCOME HOME.

Written and Composed by EASTBURN.

WM. R. SMITH, Agent, Music Publisher, No. 135 North Eighth St.. Philadelphia.

Entered, according to Act of Congress, A. D. 1865, by W. R. SMITH, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States, for the Eastern District of Pennsylvania.

Our noble boys are coming,

Coming from the war,

Give them a hearty welcome home;

Let now our songs of gladness

Echo o'er and o'er,

Give them a hearty welcome home,
To their homes returning,

Chorus.

Now the herpes come,

Swell forth the song of gladness, cheer them on their way,

Give them a hearty welcome home.

With wreaths of laurel crown them,

They have glory won;

Give them a hearty welcome home.

Right nobly have they battled-
Now their task is done-

Give them a hearty welcome home.

Chorus. To their homes returning, &c

To peaceful scenes returning,

Come the hero bands,

Give them a hearty welcome home;

With grateful hearts we grasp

Their honest sun-browned hands,

Give them a hearty welcome home.

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Chorus. To their homes returning, &c.

With joyous songs we cheer them,

And our tribute pay;

Give them a hearty welcome home;
We'll scatter sweetest garlands

In their happy way 30

Give them a hearty welcome home.

Chorus To their homes returning, &

SOMEBODY IS WAITING FOR ME.

Written and Composed by Mr. and Mrs. ST. LEGER.

Published by OLIVER DITSON & Co., 277 Washington St., Boston,
Somebody is waiting for me at the well,

Somebody says he has something to say,
Something he's promised a long while to tell,
But always postponed it till some other day.
He blushes, and stammers, and looks so perplexed,
I can't guess what ails him, all I can do,
He blushes, and stammers, and looks so perplexed,
I can't guess what ails him, all I can do.
I'm sure any girl but myself would be vexed,

But I'll not be put off in this way, would you?
I'm sure any girl but myself would be vexed,

But I'll not be put off in this way, would you?

Somebody met me last night at the well,

Somebody said what he'd long wished to say;
That something he'd promised a long while to tell,
'Twas all about naming our glad wedding day.

Then I blushed, and stammered, and looked so perplexed,
When he vowed if I'd wed him, he'd ever be true.
Then I blushed, and stammered, and looked so perplexed,
When he vowed if I'd wed him, he'd ever be true.

So I softly said yes, just for fear he'd be vexed,
For I really couldn't say no, could you?

I softly said yes, just for fear he'd be vexed,
For I really couldn't say no, could you?

Music published by WM. HALL & SON, 543 Broadway, N. Y, owners of the copyright.

Since massa went to war, the deuce has been to pay,
De cotton-pickin' darkies hab all run away;
Some are up at Richmon', de good for noffin scamps,
And some are diggin' muck in de Union Army camps.
Chorns. Den come back, massa, come back,
eb oft Oh, come back, massa, come back;
Shake hands with Uncle Sam, and be a Union man,
And sabe de ole plantation.

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Old missus once was gay, and dressed in satin fine,
Now she's awful poor, and wears no crinoline:

De prog is mighty high, de money awful scarce,

And Linkum's got a mortgage on de niggers ob de place.
Chorus. Den come back, massa, &c.

De 'possum and de coon are as sassy as you please,

Since all de blooded dogs were toted off by fleas;
Be measles toted off all de cunnin' little nigs,
And de sojers ob de army hab toted off de pigs!
Chorus.-Den come back, massa,

&c.

What de war is all about, dis darkie doesn't know,
But he thinks dat Mars'r Davis has a mighty slim show
Down here in Ole Virginny, ole harry's to pay,
Den come back, mars'r, or dis darkie'll run away.
Chorus. Den come back, massa, &c.

BID ME GOOD-BYE, or the SOLDIER'S FAREW)
By ALICE HAWTHORNE.

Printed by permission of the Publisher of the Music, Sep. WI-
NER, No. 531 North Eighth Street.

Bid me good-bye, mother, bid me adieu;
Kiss me again, for I leave thee to-day;
Sad is my heart, for its joys are but few,

And less may they be when I'm gone far away.
"It may be for years, it may be for ever;"
Grieve not to part, for thy tears are in vain;

'Tis hard for the heart from its idol to sever;
Still may I live to behold thee again;
Still may I live to behold thee again.

Bid me good-bye, dearest, bid me adieu;
Kiss me again, for I leave thee to-day;
Sad is the task, for my heart it is true,

But still shall I dream of thee when I'm away. I
But ere we must part I give thee a token;
Close to thy heart wilt thou hide it away 8
Until I return may its charm be unbroken→→
True be thy heart, tho' far distant the day,
True be thy heart, tho' far distant the day.

Bid me good-bye, comrades, bid me adieu;
I bid you farewell, yet I sigh to depart;
Tho' fate bids me go, 'tis in parting from you,
I leave the few friends who are dear to my heart.
"It may be for years, it may be for ever,"

My Country shall never demand me in vain ;
One Flag and One Nation that Time cannot sever,
I go with a will to defend and maintain;

I go with a will to defend and maintain.

WHEN YOU AND I WERE SOLDIER BOYS. Sung by J. L. CARNCROSS.

O! the stormy times we knew,

In our suit of army blue,

When you and I were soldier boys together, Will;
Ere they laid you in the soil,
Where a glory crowns your toil,

As the spring-time crowns the gloomy wintry weather, Will.
Chorus. O gallant, gallant Will, your noble heart is still,
Where the river waves roll in the sun;

You nevermore will thrill at the wild bugle's trill,
Nor wake at the roar of the gun.

Nor march to the war-drum rolling,
Nor march to the war-drum rolling,

Nor march to the war-drum rolling,
Nor shout when the battle is won.

O! we loved each other more,

For the trials that we bore,

When you and I were soldier boys in battle, Will;
And our hearts the stronger grew,

For the dangers we passed through,

Mid cannon's crash and rifle's deadly rattle, Will.
Chorus. O gallant, gallant Will, &c.

Thomy fighting time has passed,

Like a storm upon the blast,

And I walk no more among the dead and dying, Will;
I recall the days with pride,

When we battled side by side,

And the stars and stripes above our heads were flying, Will.

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MOTHER KISSED ME IN MY DREAM.

Words by GEORGE COOPER-Music by J. R. THOMAS.
WM. A. POND & Co., Music Publishers, No. 547 Broadway, N. Y
Lying on my dying bed,

Thro' the dark and silent night,
Praying for the coming day,

Came a vision to my sight;
Near me stood the forms I loved,
In the sunlight's mellow gleam,
Folding me unto her breast-

Mother kissed me in my dream!

Chorus.-Mother, mother, mother kissed me in my dream!

Comrades, tell her when you write,
That I did my duty well;
Say, that when the battle raged,
Fighting in the van I fell;
Tell her, too, when on my bed,
Slowly ebb'd my being's stream,

How I knew no peace until

Mother kissed me in my dream!

Chorus.-Mother, mother, mother kissed me in my dream!

Once again I long to see,

Home and kindred far away,

But, I feel I shall be gone,

Ere there dawns another day;

Hopefully I bide the hour,

When will fade life's feeble beam,

Every pang has left me now

Mother kissed me in my dream!

Chorus.-Mother, mother, mother kissed me in my dream!

IRISH MOLLY, 0!

As I walked out one morning, all in the month of May,

I met a pretty Irish girl, and thus to her did say

I put my hand in my pocket, as it happened so,

And pulled out a guinea to treat my Molly, O!

Chorus.

She is young, she is beautiful, she is the fairest one I know,
The primrose of Ireland, before my guinea, go,

And the only one that entices me is my Irish Molly, Ol