Flying Cloud: And One Hundred and Fifty Other Old Time Songs and Ballads of Outdoor Men, Sailors, Lumber Jacks, Soldiers, Men of the Great Lakes, Railroadmen, Miners, EtcThe Quickprint, 1922 - Всего страниц: 134 |
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Стр. 120 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home...
Стр. 66 - Swinging uproarious In the gorgeous turrets Of Notre Dame ; But thy sounds were sweeter Than the dome of Peter Flings o'er the Tiber, Pealing solemnly. O, the bells of Shandon Sound far more grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Стр. 72 - On the meadow, the hill, and the shore; They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon, On the bench by the old cabin door. The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart, With sorrow, where all was delight; The time has come when the darkies have to part — Then my old Kentucky home, good-night!
Стр. 66 - I've heard bells tolling Old Adrian's Mole in, Their thunder rolling From the Vatican ; And cymbals glorious Swinging uproarious In the gorgeous turrets Of Notre Dame; But thy sounds were sweeter Than the dome of Peter Flings o'er the Tiber, Pealing solemnly.
Стр. 54 - Sad is my fate ! said the heart-broken stranger ; The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee, But I have no refuge from famine and danger, A home and a country remain not to me.
Стр. 126 - WAY down upon de Swanee Ribber, Far, far away, Dere's wha my heart is turning ebber, Dere's wha de old folks stay. All up and down de whole creation Sadly I roam, Still longing for de old plantation, And for de old folks at home.
Стр. 65 - With deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would In the days of childhood Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder Sweet Cork, of thee; With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Стр. 72 - THE sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home ; 'Tis summer, the darkies are gay; The corn-top's ripe, and the meadow's in the bloom, While the birds make music all the day. The young folks roll on the little cabin floor, All merry, all happy and bright ; By-'n'-by hard times comes a-knocking at the door: — Then my old Kentucky home...
Стр. 97 - Paddy dear! and did ye hear the news that's goin' round? The shamrock is forbid by law to grow on Irish ground ! No more St. Patrick's day we'll keep; his color can't be seen, For there's a cruel law ag'in' the Wearin' o' the Green! I met with Napper Tandy, and he took me by the hand, And he said, "How's poor ould Ireland, and how does she stand?
Стр. 31 - DON'T you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt, — Sweet Alice whose hair was so Brown, Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile, And trembled with fear at your frown?