Kathleen Mavourneen

Louisa Macartney Crawford

Kathleen Mavourneen! the grey dawn is breaking
The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill
The lark from her light wing the bright dew is shaking
Kathleen Mavourneen! What, slumbering still!
O hast thou forgotten how soon we must sever?
O hast thou forgotten this day we must part?
It may be for years, and it may be forever
Oh, why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
It may be for years, and it may be forever
Then why art thou silent, Kathleen Mavourneen?

Kathleen Mavourneen! Awake from thy slumbers
The blue mountains glow in the sun's golden light
Ah! Where is the spell that once hung on my numbers?
Arise in thy beauty, thou star of my night.

Mavourneen, mavourneen, my sad tears are falling
To think that from Erin and thee I must part.
It may be for years, and it may be forever
Oh, why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
It may be for years, and it may be forever
Then why art thou silent, Kathleen Mavourneen?

My Old Kentucky Home

by Stephen C. Foster

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, good night.

Chorus:
Weep no more, my lady, oh! weep no more today!
We will sing a song for the old Kentucky Home,
For the old Kentucky Home, far away.

They hunt no more for the 'possum and the coon
On the meadow, the hill and the shore,
They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon,
On the bench by that 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!

(Chorus)

The head must bow and the back will have to bend,
Wherever the darkey may go:
A few more days and the trouble all will end
In the field where the sugar-canes may grow.
A few more days for to tote the weary load,
No matter 'twill never be light.
A few more days till we totter on the road,
Then my old Kentucky Home, good night.

(Chorus)

Polly Wolly Doodle

Author unknown

Oh I went down South for to see my Sal,
Singin' Polly Wolly Doodle all the day,
For my Sal she was a spunky gal.
Sing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.
v Chorus:
Fare thee well, fare thee well, fare thee well my fairy Fay,
For I'm off to Lou'siana for to see my Susy Anna
Singin' Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.

Oh my Sally was such a maiden fair,
Singin' Polly Wolly Doodle all the day,
With her curly eyes and her laughing hair.
Sing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.

(Chorus)

Oh a grasshopper sat on a railroad track
Singin' Polly Wolly Doodle all the day,
Was a-pickin' his teeth with a carpet tack.
Sing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.

(Chorus)

Oh I went to bed but it weren't no use
Singin' Polly Wolly Doodle all the day,
'Cause my feet stuck out for a chicken's roost.
Sing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.

(Chorus)

From behind the barn, down upon my knees
Singin' Polly Wolly Doodle all the day,
I could swear I heard that ol' chicken sneeze.
Sing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.

(Chorus)

An' he sneezed so hard with the 'hoopin' cough
Singin' Polly Wolly Doodle all the day,
That he sneezed his head an' his tail right off
Sing Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.

(Chorus)

When Johnny Comes Marching Home

When Johnny comes marching home again, 
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
We'll give him a hearty welcome then, 
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
The men will cheer, the boys will shout, 
The ladies they will all turn out, 
And we'll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home. 

The old church bells will peal with joy, 
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
To welcome home our darling boy, 
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
The village lads and lassies say 
With roses they will strew the way, 
And we'll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home. 

Get ready for the Jubilee, 
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
We'll give the hero three times three, 
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
The laurel wreath is ready now 
To place upon his loyal brow, 
And we'll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home. 

Let love and friendship on that day, 
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
Their choicest treasures then display, 
Hurrah! Hurrah! 
And let each one perform some part 
To fill with joy the warrior's heart, 
And we'll all feel gay When Johnny comes marching home.

When This Cruel War Is Over

by Charles Carroll Sawyer

Dearest Love, do you remember, when we last did meet,
How you told me that you loved me, kneeling at my feet?
Oh! How proud you stood before me, in your suit of gray,
When you vow'd to me and country to be true throughout the fray.

CHORUS: Weeping, sad and lonely, hopes and fears how vain!
When this cruel war is over, praying that we meet again.

When the summer breeze is sighing, mournfully along,
Or when autumn leaves are falling, sadly breathes the song.
Oft in dreams I see thee lying on the battle plain,
Lonely, wounded, even dying, calling but in vain.--CHORUS

If amid the din of battle, nobly you should fall,
Far away from those who love you, none to hear you call --
Who would whisper words of comfort, who would soothe your pain?
Ah! The many cruel fancies, ever in my brain.--CHORUS

But our Country called you, Darling, angels cheer your way;
While our nation's sons are fighting, we can only pray.
Nobly strike for God and Liberty, let all nations see
How we loved the starry banner, emblem of the free.—CHORUS