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 BY 
 
 LULU EVARTS GILBERT 
 
 MAY 9, 1921 
 
 Oklahoma City. Oklahoma 
 
 NOVAK & WALKER, OKLAHOMA CITY 
 

 m 31 1921 
 
ON THE LONE PRAIRIE 
 
 One moonlight night, 
 
 The stars and moon shone bright, 
 
 There before mine eyes ; 
 
 Two clouds went floating by. 
 
 'Twas on one mid-summer night; 
 
 'Twas on the lone prairie. 
 
 When those cool Zephry breezes 
 
 Passed through the pine trees, 
 
 And lulls one to sleep. 
 
 'Twas on the wild western prairie 
 
 Beneath a large pine tree. 
 
 There in my Navajo blankets 
 
 'Twas then I fell into a deep sleep; 
 
 While my camp fire bright 
 
 I.it up the western plains. 
 
 'Twas there I dreamed of killing 
 
 Wild game and roasting them 
 
 O'er my camp fire bright. 
 
 There I dreamed of my two big dogs, 
 
 Grover and Coala, which were 
 
 My two boon companions. 
 
 They slept by my side and kept away 
 
 Wolves, panthers, lions and leopards. 
 
 That might spring on me any moment 
 
 And devour me — a faithful 
 
 Friend were my two dogs. 
 
 For Grover and Coala would kill wild game 
 
 And fetch them and lay them at my feet. 
 
 Then when the wolves began to howl 
 
 They would keep watch o'er me through 
 
 the night, 
 For to see that nothing harmed me. 
 By daylight I was astrike of my pony 
 Going through the wild woods of thick 
 
 forest. 
 Once a limb on a pine tree 
 Brushed ofif my hat; never 
 Once did I 'stop to pick it up. 
 Grover, my favorite dog, did. 
 He brought my hat to me. 
 There were Navajo Indians 
 Riding their mustang ponies. 
 They assisted me on my wild western trip. 
 With my bow and arrows 
 I was fairly good. 
 When I aimed at any wild beast. 
 Behind me my faithful old dogs followed. 
 At any any moment I expected to be 
 
Devoured by wild animals. 
 
 Now and then large lions, leopards, wolves 
 
 and panthers. 
 Now and then would leap from the thickets 
 And light upon my pony's back. 
 With my faithful Indian friends, 
 And faithful old dogs, 
 And my bow and arrows, 
 I left my victims dead and 
 Bleeding on the lone prairie. 
 My Indian friends wondered in amazement 
 At my wonderful marksmanship; 
 For I could shoot a hat off any man's head 
 A hundred feet away — 
 For 'twas only a dream. 
 
 WILL I GO TO HEAVEN WHEN I DIE 
 (Parody) 
 
 If I'm a good little girl 
 To Heaven they say I'll go someday, 
 They tell me that I'll meet my mother there 
 In that happy land far away. 
 
 Chorus 
 Up in Heaven so far away, 
 Where those golden gates stand ajar, 
 Do you think I'll meet my mother there? 
 In that happy land far away. 
 
 When my evening prayers are said, 
 
 The same old story they tell, 
 
 That mother dear has gone to dwell 
 
 Up in Heaven with those angels far away. 
 
 There's where I long to be some day, 
 I want to meet my mother and those angels 
 When those golden stairs I've climbed. 
 Do you think my mother I'll meet there? 
 
 CONUNDRUMS 
 
 Hark, hark, the dogs do bark. 
 The cats cry mew, mew, 
 Tobacco men will chew, 
 But what about the cow 
 That gave a kick and spilt all the milk 
 Then she switched her tail 
 Then she began to moo. 
 But she wasn't the cow 
 That jumped over the moon. 
 Because she didn't know how. 
 —2— 
 
BE A BETTER MAN 
 
 Comrades, come listen to my sad story, 
 Perhaps 'twill fill your heart with glory, 
 As round the camp fire we gather, 
 For tonight my dear comrades. 
 
 I'm thinking of home and mother. 
 Father, sisters and brothers dear. 
 Perhaps I was a wayward boy 
 For in bad company I fell one day. 
 
 Comrades, don't you know that's grief to me 
 For I broke my dear old mother's heart. 
 Oftimes I've seen her, boys, 
 Raise her sad face and cry. 
 
 Then she smiled and said 
 
 When she clasped her hands in prayer — 
 
 Joe, you are my wayward boy, 
 
 Still you are your mother's pride and joy. 
 
 I hope some day you'll change your ways 
 And be a better man some day. 
 Then, comrades, listen to my sad story 
 When temptations around you gather. 
 
 When far away from home and friends 
 Just stop and consider what your dear 
 Old mother said — change your ways, 
 Be a better man some day. 
 
 MADAM BLAIZE 
 
 Madam Blaize she 
 
 Hates to tell her age. 
 
 She flies into a rage 
 
 When told she ought to be 
 
 A bird in a gilded cage. 
 
 Then read every page 
 
 Should you become wise 
 
 About Madam Blaize. 
 
 Then upon her face 
 
 You can proudly gaze. 
 
 Should you not wish to see her rage 
 
 Please don't guess her age. 
 
 Madam Blaize is tall and fat. 
 
 And she wears feathers in her hat, 
 
 Such fun to see her laugh and chat. 
 
 For beauty she is the rage. 
 
 But the wise old sage says 
 
 Madam Blaize ought to be 
 
 A bird in a gilded cage. 
 
 —3— 
 
THE FACE AT THE WINDOW 
 
 As I sit in my low armchair, 
 
 Watching the rain drops, 
 
 As they tatoo against my window pane; 
 
 There in my child-like glee 
 
 A.nd in my fancy I fancy I can see 
 
 My angel mother's face 
 
 Those angels bore away. 
 
 Her sweet face hovers sear. 
 
 Her sweet voice I seem to hear 
 
 As she whispers in my ear, 
 
 May God in his wisdom 
 
 Protect my darling child. 
 
 Was my mother's prayer. 
 
 Then may her sweet spirit hover near 
 
 F'or I love my angel mother 
 
 Those angels bore away. 
 
 MERCEDESE 
 
 Little Mercedese, 
 
 And with good cheer 
 
 Has no fear to tease 
 
 Poor old Grandpa. 
 
 When she says wont you please 
 
 Have one cup of tea 
 
 On Grandpa's knee 
 
 Little Mercedese sits 
 
 And catches flies and tells 
 
 Grandpa a story until three 
 
 After Grandpa sips his cup of tea 
 
 Then Grandpa falls to sleep 
 
 Then little Mercedese takes one big peep 
 
 While Grandpa sleeps 
 
 Little Mercedese too falls to sleep, 
 
 Then she dreams she's little Boo Peep 
 
 Herding her sheep. 
 
 THE DAME RIDING ASTRIDE A BROOM 
 
 The roses have thorns, 
 
 The ladies have corns, 
 
 But show me a cow without horns; 
 
 Then up in a balloon I'll take my flight, 
 
 For to see a fat man ride in a balloon, 
 
 Then swift to mother earth I'll return. 
 
 For to see an old dame 
 
 Riding astride of a broom 
 
 With a black cat sliding on her back. 
 
 Oh! my, I wish it was soon 
 
 For to see a fat man ride in a balloon. 
 
THE LITTLE TOOTSY WOOTSY 
 
 I want a little tootsy wootsy, 
 One that has big blue eyes that peep, 
 For there's no home that's complete 
 Without a little tootsy wootsy. 
 
 Chorus 
 I do not want a big doll baby, 
 I want a real tootsy wootsy. 
 One wit'h big blue eyes that peep, 
 One that I can rock to sleep. 
 
 I want a little tootsy wootsy. 
 One that says. Mammy, rock me to sleep, 
 One with big blue eyes that peep, 
 One with golden curls that I can rock to 
 sleep. 
 
 LOVE MAKING 
 
 Someone is thinking of me tonight, 
 When dreams come true 'twill be; love 
 
 making 
 In the moonlight tonight, 
 When the moon shines brig'ht. 
 
 In the starlight, in the moonlight, 
 
 I'm thinking of someone tonight. 
 
 For it brings memories of you, sweetheart, 
 
 Memories that ne'er can be forgot. 
 
 Down the shady lane arm and arm together 
 We'll go strolling, you and I, sweetheart. 
 For sweetheart 'twill be love making 
 When the moon shines bright. 
 
 Tonight when the moon shines bright 
 And should lovers dreams come true. 
 Meet me tonight sweetheart for 'twill be 
 Love making when the moon shines bright. 
 
 X 
 
 THE SHADOW OF DEATH 
 In the shadow of death 
 Let Jesus guide our foot steps 
 Unto the way of rig'hteousness and peace; 
 That when we see the bright face of Jesus 
 His face will be brightened unto us like 
 
 the sun, 
 His loving voice we'll all love to hear; 
 Then, beloved Saviour, guide us all 
 To that Heavenly home of rest 
 And peace, Jesus, lover of my soul. 
 -5— 
 
THE INDIAN MAIDEN 
 
 There sits an Indian maiden 
 
 Whose heart has been saddened 
 
 By a warrior brave and bold; 
 
 But he went away one day. 
 
 There by her wigwam 
 
 She keeps the camp fires bright 
 
 While she listens to the songs of the 
 
 whipporwill. 
 In the forest so lonely and still, 
 In the wild lonely forest, where 
 The pine trees groan so tall 
 There sits an Indian maiden 
 Around her camp fire bright. 
 There this Indian maiden sits and sings 
 Each and every night listening 
 To the whipporwill's songs 
 In the wild forest so lonely and still. 
 
 WINTER TIME 
 
 Through winter's long and weary, hours 
 Oftimes I've prayed for summer's golden 
 
 holidays 
 Where I can muse myself 
 With those little folks. 
 For 'they enjoy my anecdotes. 
 Though over much gossip 
 I care not much about. 
 Only when it contains good news 
 Pertaining to my friends and foes, 
 For wagging tongues and evil doers 
 Have set this world in woe. 
 
 EDGAR ALLEN POE 
 
 Edgar Allen Poe 
 
 Was a poet, by Joe, 
 
 'Tis said, Ah ! is it true 
 
 That Edgar Allen Poe 
 
 Couldn't handle a boe, 
 
 So Poe layed aside his hoe 
 
 And his fiddle and his bow 
 
 For to write prose 
 
 About a beautiful rose, 
 
 And his once cherished and loved Lenore. 
 
 Then poor Poe wept until 
 
 His eyes and nose were red, 
 
 Then Poe 'tis said went to bed; 
 
 Soon Poe began to snore, 
 
 Then Poe dreamed of his lost Lenore. 
 
TWO ROSY CHEEKS 
 
 There's two rosy cheeks, 
 
 A dimple in each ; 
 
 Two violet blue eyes, 
 
 That looks at you in surprise. 
 
 'Tis a beautiful little girl 
 
 With ringlets of golden curls, 
 
 And when she on me smiles, 
 
 Her teeth are like pearls. 
 
 Her two little chubby hands 
 
 Around my neck do entwine. 
 
 And with those ringlets of curls, 
 
 Ah ! I wish she were mine. 
 
 Violets blue in each bright eye," 
 
 'Tis a beautiful little girl, 
 
 With ringlets of golden curls; 
 
 And when she at me smiles. 
 
 Ah! I wish she were mine; 
 
 That beautiful little girl 
 
 With those ringlets of curls. 
 
 YANKEE DOODLE BOYS 
 
 When we go to town 
 We can wear a frown. 
 For we can dance and we 
 Can sing Yankee Doodle boys. 
 
 Keep the ball a rolling, 
 
 Keep the music going, 
 
 We've licked the Kaiser Bill, 
 
 Now, let's sing Yankee Doodle Dandy. 
 
 While Huckleberry Tim 
 He is rather tall and slim. 
 Can sit up in a cherry tree 
 And sing Yankee Doodle Boys. 
 
 When the soldiers come to town 
 Dressed in their uniforms of brown 
 We can dance and we can sing — 
 Johnny Get Your Gun, Yankee Doodle Boys 
 run. 
 
 A VERSE 
 
 Go to the store'house, 
 Then look on the shelf, 
 With toys piled high, 
 Then think to yourself — 
 There's not one toy for 
 The moneyless child. 
 
 —7— 
 
DOWN SOUTH IN DIXIE LAND 
 
 (Parody) 
 Tonight I'm speeding on a train 
 That will carry me back again 
 To a dear old Southern home 
 Way down in Dixie land. 
 
 Chorus 
 Way down South in Dixie Land 
 There's where I long to be tonight; 
 Then let me live and die in Dixie Land 
 Where the sun forever shines bright. 
 
 For in my fancy I can see my gray-haired 
 
 Mother standing at the gate; 
 
 I know she'll watch and pray 
 
 For her darling boy that went away. 
 
 I know her heart will beat with joy 
 
 When she sees her soldier boy 
 
 Come marching home once more 
 
 For to greet those loved ones once again. 
 
 THE EARLY TRAINING 
 
 Children need the early training 
 
 From the cradle to the grave; 
 
 For thej^ are like a tender flower, 
 
 For they need a mother's tender love and 
 
 care 
 To teach them right from wrong. 
 That's one of man's greatest 
 Aspirations and aims in life — 
 The lessons his mother taught him. 
 From the cradle up — for the mother's hand 
 that rocks our cradles 
 Shall be the hands 
 That shall rule the world. 
 
 THE KEY OF DESTINY 
 
 Let's build up those bright Promeathen fires 
 For some reason now we know not why 
 By turns we catch that vital breath and 
 
 we die. 
 Then why not play our parts 
 When the wheels of fate or fortune turns; 
 But now we know not the reason why; 
 By turns we catch that vital breath and we 
 
 die, let's hope for 
 Immortality for where we are bound 
 God knows, for I don't. Do you? 
 -8- 
 
THE LITTLE CABIN HOME 
 
 All around our cabin home 
 Those cypress vines am climbing 
 The mocking birds am sweetly singing 
 While we watch the little chil'en. 
 
 Chorus 
 Play around our cabin home • 
 Old missy and me is getting old 
 Our wool has turned to silver gray 
 Wont for us the little chil'en weep some 
 day. 
 
 When Ole Missy and me sleeps side by side 
 There in the little church yard yonder, 
 The mocking birds o'er our graves will 
 
 sweetly sing, 
 Then Heaven's bells will ring. 
 
 Heaven's bells gaily will ring 
 
 When we go to Heaven, Ole Missy and me. 
 
 Then Ole Missy and me can fly with golden 
 
 wings 
 While the angels we can hear sweetly sing. 
 
 THE DUTCHMAN 
 
 The Dutchman can sing, 
 
 The .Dutchman can dance; 
 
 The Dutchman can't dance 
 
 The Highland fling, nor the heel and toe 
 
 polka ; 
 Nor can he dance the pigeon wing; 
 Nor swing the girls right and left — 
 For the Dutchman wasn't built that way. 
 
 Ah, I feel a little frisky. 
 Ah, I wished I had a glass of whiskey, 
 For to drive away the blues. 
 Since we've got prohibition, 
 Sorry to say I cannot pay my dues, 
 I've got the flu and I've got the blues. 
 I don't know what to do. Do you? 
 I try to drive away the blues, 
 I stay at home in old rags 
 And wear old leather shoes 
 Tied with little bits of strings; 
 Then I sit proped up against the wall — 
 Am sorry to say that isn't all 
 For I have strange communions with 
 The bugs that crawl upon the wall. 
 —9— 
 
LUCY AND THE ANGELS 
 
 'Twas one mid-summer day 
 
 Amid those flowers at play, 
 
 Whom should I meet, dressed in her best, 
 
 'Twas Lucy Gray, so they say, 
 
 Dressed in her little pink dress. 
 
 And with long flowing curls 
 
 Anci laughing big blue eyes 
 
 Lucy greeted me with a smile. 
 
 A child so young and yet so fair 
 
 With one mass of golden hair. 
 
 One day as Lucy sat upon my knee 
 
 The tears down my cheeks freely flowed 
 
 For one of earth's fairest flowers. 
 
 For one day those angels came 
 
 And bore sweet Lucy away. 
 
 Night by night, day by day, 
 
 I think of sweet Lucy Gray. 
 
 THE RED HEADED FAMILY 
 
 My. Sis wore her dresses too short. 
 
 Sis used to wear them just below her knees. 
 
 When I'd say, Sis, aren't 
 
 Your skirts rather short? 
 
 Then she'd begin to snort. 
 
 Sis she married a baker. 
 
 The baker had red hair; 
 
 They had two twin babies. 
 
 Their hair was red too. 
 
 Should you laugh at them 
 
 Sis she'd grab up a chair 
 
 And knock you down; 
 
 Then she'd pull you up by the hair of your 
 
 head 
 For all the family had red hair. 
 The other day Sis wrote me a little 
 The letter said that I read 
 She wished her hair wasn't red. 
 The letter I read further said 
 She was sorry her two kids had hair so red. 
 The baker he took sick and died; 
 Then Sis she wrote me that — 
 She had, married an undertaker. 
 For Sis said she was glad 
 For to have some one to take her. 
 The letter further said that I read 
 Sis, thank God his hair wasn't red. 
 —10- 
 
LOVELY MARY 
 
 CWer yonder in the little church yard 
 Our lovely Mary sleeps ; 
 There's a beautiful rose so sweet 
 That blooms at her head and feet 
 So every passerby may see 
 Where our lovely Mary sleeps. 
 Amid a soft green bed 
 There the lovely lilacs 
 Toss their lovely heads, 
 And with a granite stone 
 Placed at her head and feet 
 There in loving remembrance 
 Carved on a marble stone, 
 Sleeps our lovely Mary 
 Mary sleeps, Mary sleeps, 
 While God in his wisdom 
 Her soul will safely keep. 
 Though I must live and weep. 
 Though I pray to God 
 Mary's soul to safely keep. 
 There in a valley so green 
 The loveliest spot ever seen 
 There the highland Mary sleeps 
 Beneath a soft bed so green. 
 There the lovely violets toss their lovely 
 heads. 
 
 DON'T FORGET THE KISS I GAVE 
 THEE 
 
 The beautiful roses are blooming 
 Among their lovely companions; 
 When far away dear wont you think of me 
 While the beautiful roses are blooming? 
 In the fragrant springtime dear think of me, 
 Take those roses I bestow upon thee. 
 Place them dear upon thy breast, 
 Don't forget the kiss I gave thee last. 
 Then I beseech of you dear when far away 
 That when you return home some sweet 
 
 day 
 That you'll wear roses on thy breast. 
 But don't forget the kiss I gave thee last. 
 The sweet springtime is night some sweet 
 
 sweet idSay 
 ril think of you dear though miles away, 
 When you return dear on me kindly smile 
 Then the mocking birds will sweetly sing 
 
 for you and me. 
 
 —11— 
 
LOVES SWEETEST STORY 
 
 The old story goes, 
 Once she told me that 
 She loved me is it so 
 But now her answer is no. 
 
 For now she loves another 
 
 Who is just a little better, 
 
 That's what she says to me, 
 
 But her I love, if she don't love me. 
 
 Love they say is like a rose 
 With all fragrance it comes and goes 
 That's the way of love, your heart is broken 
 And ebbs away like the waves. 
 
 Far better to be dashed under the waves 
 And never see the face you love 
 When she tells you she loves 
 Someone just a little better. 
 
 DOWN BY THE OLD GARDEN GATE 
 
 Down by the old garden gate 
 Where the roses are blooming, 
 Blooming for you and for me. 
 Meet me there tonight love. 
 
 Chorus 
 For there's where I'm going to wait, 
 Where the red and white roses are bloom- 
 ing, 
 Blooming for you, and blooming for me, 
 Down by the old garden gate. 
 
 And when the silver moon shines bright 
 Then back to the old garden gate 
 We can go a strolling arm and arm to- 
 gether, 
 There's where I long to wait tonight. 
 
 A PRAYER 
 
 Oh! ye Gods of immortal love, 
 Why do you hide your face from us all? 
 But still we have faith one and all. 
 Oh ! ye Gods of immortal love, 
 To dwell with Thee and see Thy face, 
 That it may enlighten the human race, 
 To give us faith and by your grace 
 To believe in ye Gods of immortal love. 
 —12— 
 
SWEET MUSIC 
 
 Oh ! I love it, sweet music, 
 Sweet music is ever where I go; 
 Sometimes I tumble into a fit 
 For sweet music, I love it so. 
 
 There's sweet music no matter where I go, 
 
 Sweet music drives away sadness 
 
 And brings you back gladness 
 
 No matter whether it be sunshine or rain. 
 
 Sweet music I love it, I love it, 
 
 No matter where I go; 
 
 For it soothes my poor weary brain ; 
 
 Sweet music, sweet music, I love it so, I 
 
 love it so. 
 Oh! I love it sweet music, no matter where 
 
 I go. 
 
 YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU LOVED ME 
 
 Once you told me 
 
 That you loved me, 
 
 Dov/n by the old garden gate. 
 
 But now it's too late. 
 
 Chorus 
 For you've broken my heart. 
 Just for another let us part, 
 Remember, you were false to me 
 For 'twas you that told me. 
 
 That you loved me 
 
 But still love my love 
 
 For thee I cherished will never die 
 
 Until death we do part. 
 
 THE SILVER MOON 
 
 As I lay upon my pillow last night 
 Gazing through my window pane 
 Mid those stars that shone so bright 
 There the silver moon rolled on. 
 
 Soon I'll be in dream land 
 
 Where the silver moon rolls on. 
 
 There in the land of sweet dreams 
 
 The silver moon will roll on. ; 
 
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 Though the silver moon rolls on, 
 
 Though today the sun does shine bright. 
 
 Soon I'll be in the land of sweet dreams 
 
 When the silver moon rolls on. 
 
 —13— 
 
WHEN THE AUTUMN LEAVES BEGIN 
 TO FALL 
 
 When the days are dark and dreary, 
 And the autumn leaves begin to fall, 
 Sometime will you think of me deary, 
 Though two hearts be many miles apart. 
 
 Mine heart will know no sadness 
 Sometimes if you'll only think of me, 
 For there's two hearts that will have to 
 
 part ; 
 Remember, there'll be joy and gladness 
 For something tells me you love me, dearie. 
 
 For I see love sparkling in your eyes, 
 Some day if you'll only come back to me 
 Mine heart will not feel sad and dreary 
 Sometimes if you'll only think of me. 
 
 THOSE BABY EYES OF BLUE 
 
 Come to my arms, sweetheart, 
 When I peer into your eyes so blue 
 Something tells me you'll be true, 
 Let me then embrace you to my heart. 
 
 For sweethearts we'll be and never part 
 When I meet my baby eyes of blue. 
 The day I think I'll never rue 
 When I marry the girl I love. 
 
 With those baby eyes so blue 
 The girl I love I know she'll be true. 
 Then baby mine let me clasp you in my 
 
 arms 
 For they say 'tis no harm. 
 
 A PRAYER 
 
 Oh Lord teach us to watch and pray 
 That we may give thanks unto thee, 
 That our prayers you'll hear each and 
 
 every day ; 
 Oh Lord be merciful unto us. 
 Give us strength that by your grace 
 Oh Lord, thee we will praise; 
 For your mercy is great above the Heaven. 
 Great God, our Saviour, and Redeemer, 
 Let us give thanks unto thee, oh Lord, 
 The great Jove, the giver of immortality; 
 For by his grace and mercy 
 We shall live on forever, 
 Great God, our Jove and Redeemer. 
 —14— 
 
FRITSIE, MY LITTLE DOG 
 
 Once I had a little dog, 
 
 I loved that little dog 
 
 Just because that little dog loved me. 
 
 My little dog had but one eye, so had I. 
 
 Chorus 
 My little dog loved me, 
 And I couldn't help but love him; 
 For every where I went my little dog went 
 
 too. 
 When I go to the butcher shop. 
 
 Little Fritsie goes on a hop, 
 
 For Fritsie has but one foot, so have L 
 
 That little dog loves me. 
 
 And I love that little dog. 
 
 My little dog's name is Fritsie. 
 Fritsie gets his three meals a day, 
 Just because Fritsie loves me — 
 And just because I love Fritsie. 
 
 A better dog you never saw. 
 For Fritsie was born in Arkansaw, 
 Where you can sleep with perfect delight 
 For they say the bull frogs croak all night. 
 
 WHERE BLOOMS THE HONEYSUCKLE 
 VINE 
 
 Permit me to sit beneath 
 
 The dear old honeysuckle vine 
 
 In the good old summer time 
 
 Where I can hear the humming birds a 
 
 humming. 
 While the bees are making honey. 
 The birds am sweetly singing 
 All around my cabin door. 
 The little chil'en 'say I's getting ole and 
 
 feeble, 
 I feel I know my days are few 
 While I watch the little chil'en play 
 All around my cabin door. 
 'Tis in the good old summer time 
 Where blooms the honeysuckle vine. 
 Hark! me thinks I seed the angels coming 
 While the birds am sweetly singing. 
 There I see the little chil'en playing 
 All around my cabin door 
 In the good old summer time 
 Where blooms the honeysuckle vine. 
 —15— 
 
SPRINGTIME 
 
 'Tis springtime. 
 
 With wild birds singing 
 
 Wont the wild woods ring 
 
 With sweet notes of the wild birds 
 
 As. they fly up on thy wing 
 
 When its springtime? 
 
 The flowers they bloom 
 
 In the sunny South, 
 
 'Tis a land of sunshine and flowers; 
 
 Then to the sunny South come 
 
 Where the silver moon beams 
 
 For 'tis a fand of sweet dreams 
 
 When its springtime in the sunny South. 
 
 LOVE'S PRAYER 
 
 Let's give a helping hand 
 That we may love one another, 
 That we may live by faith and love, 
 Where faith, hope and charity dwell, 
 For we are here just a little while 
 Then we are gone forever. 
 Then let's love one another. 
 Then let us wear a smile each and every day 
 Speak kind words, not evil, 
 All the days of your life. 
 Let us ever watch and pray 
 Every hour, each and every day, 
 Let us once more around 
 The family circle gather 
 For we are here a little while 
 Then into Eternity we go forever. 
 
 MOTHER, PRAY FOR ME, DO NOT 
 WEEP 
 
 Dear mother, I'm going to leave you now 
 As o'er my dying bed your loving watch 
 
 keep. 
 Dearest mother, pray for me, do not weep. 
 Mother, soon I'll be an angel walking those 
 
 golden streets. 
 
 Dearest mother, soon I'll say good-bye 
 
 forever 
 For I see those angels, mother, coming. 
 Heaven's bells are ringing, they are sweetly 
 
 singing. 
 Dearest mother, soon I'll say good-bye 
 
 forever. 
 
 -16- 
 
Dearest mother, wont I look sweet 
 In that little muslin dress you made so neat 
 And with those roses on my breast 
 When I have gone to my eternal rest. 
 
 When mine eyes are closed forever 
 Dearest mother, pray for me, do not weep. 
 All my little play things, mother, keep - 
 As o'er my bed your loving watch keep. 
 
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