OXFORD SONG BOOKVOLUME I

THE

COLLECTED AND ARRANGED

BY

SIR PERCY C. BUCK, M.A., D.Mus. Oxon.

GEOFFREY CUMBERLEGE OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS

LONDON NEW YORK TORONTO

T h e songs and arrangements in this book are copyright and may not be reprinted under any circumstances w ithout permission o f the

Oxford U niversity Press.

First impression - 1 9 1 6 Sixteenth impression 1 9 4 8

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INTRODUCTION

There are so many collections of English national and folk songs already in existence, and they are, in general, so well edited and arranged, that a newcomer must needs be armed with a justification. My reason for producing this book is a practical one. I find that schoolboys are (and I remember that undergraduates were) almost invariably appreciative of national melodies. The normal specimen of both classesthe plain unsophisticated type that is ' fond of music 'is never unresponsive to a fine melody, such as ' Down among the Dead Men.' And their appreciation is deep and abiding. For though a schoolboy may say that he prefers a ' rag-time 'such being just now in fashionhe will admit that he rates the old tune above any two-step, which latter was the fashion of yesterday.1 That is to say, the love of a fine melody is a permanent possession even amongst those whose concern with music is desultory. It is amongst such persons that some of us have to spend our lives; and though teaching and catering for boys and young men of problematical musical ability may be, from the highest artistic standpoint, a somewhat humble occupation, it will certainly not be a barren one, if we can fill their minds with a store of noble tunes.

When, however, the pianist of limited attainments asks me for the music of such a song as that mentioned above, I can only provide him with a version on three stavesthe top stave containing the melody for singing, the lower two providing a piano accompaniment. He is then confronted with theto himimpossible task of reducing three staves to two, and selecting the notes to be played, by a mental process altogether beyond him. I have elsewhere tried to do something on a smaller scale for such a pianist; but in this book I have aimed at making it possible, by arranging the music easily on two staves, that wherever a few men or boys are gathered together and can produce between them one pianist of a mediocre ability, they should be able to sing in chorus almost all of the best songs of which Great Britain can boast. ' Not long ago 'as a musician of European reputation writes to me' I attended a house-supper at my old school. There were about twenty songs in the course of the entertainment, which lasted, so far as I can remember, till past midnight; and there was not a single one of them which was not sheer nonsense. That is the kind of thing from which I want you to rescue us.'

In choosing the songs for this book, I have kept continually in mind the above exhortation. All the best songs which seemed to me suitable for such a purpose have been included, with the exception of some half-dozen (of which I chiefly regret ' Father O'Flynn ' and ' Speed, Bonnie B oat ') ruled out by copyright considerations ; and I am particularly glad of the presence of the ' School Song' of some of the leading Public Schools. But as such a book, compiled with such an end in view, should obviously not be antiquarian nor eclectic, but should rather show a tendency to the reasonably convivial, I have neither indulged in research nor displayed erudition, but have, as a lure, admitted some songs which possibly fall below the standard of the ideal.

1 These words were written in 1914. An authority has just informed me that ' rag-times are "backnumbers" now.'

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I should like to express my gratitude for suggestions and help in various ways to Dr. Hadow, Mr. Cecil Sharp, Miss Townsend Warner, Mr. Frederick Page, and others; and to offer thanks to the following for permission to include arrangements of copyright songs :

Messrs. Ascherberg, Hopwood & Crew, Ltd., for 'Wrap me up in my Tarpaulin Jacket.' Messrs, Edwin Ashdown, Ltd., for ' Oh, 'twas in the Broad Atlantic.'Messrs. W. Blackwood & Sons, for the words of ' The Massacre of Macpherson' from

The Bon Gaultier Ballads. Messrs. Cassell & Co., for ' The Elephant Battery ' from Scarlet and Blue. Messrs. Chappell & Co., for ' Drink, Puppy, Drink,' ' Goddesses Three,' ' The

Lincolnshire Poacher,' and ' Yeomen of England.'Messrs. Cramer, for ' All through the Night ' and ' The Gentle Maiden.'The Editors (Miss Lucy Broadwood and Mr. J. A. Fuller Maitland) and publishers

(Messrs. J. B. Cramer & Co., Ltd.,) of English County Songs, for 'Richard of Taunton Dean,' ' Turmut-Hoeing,' and ' Twankydillo.'

The Editors of the Scottish Students' Song Book, for 'Camptown Races' ; 'Clementine'; 'Come, Landlord, fill the flowing Bowl'; 'John Brown's Body' ; 'King Arthur' ; ' Listen to my Tale of Woe' ; 'Massa's in de Cold, Cold Ground' ; 'Old Folks at Home' ; 'Poor Old Joe' ; 'Uncle Ned.'

The Executors of Mr. W. Williams, for ' The Hunting Day.'Mr. E. German, for ' Yeomen of England.'Rev. S. Baring Gould, for 'Flowers in the Valley.'Messrs. Longmans, Green & Co., for 'Forty Years On.'Messrs. Methuen & Co., for 'The Cottage well thatched with Straw,' 'Widdicombe Fair,'

and 'Flowers in the Valley.'Mr. W. O. Moberly, for 'Floreat Rugbeia.'Messrs. Novello & Co., for 'Carmen Etonense' and 'O No, John.'Messrs. F. Pitman, Hart & Co., for ' Little Brown Jug.'Mr. E. D. Rendall, for the Charterhouse School Song.Mr. Cecil J. Sharp, for 'High Germany' and 'O No, John.'Rev. H. F. Sheppard, for 'Flowers in the Valley.'Messrs. Stockley, for 'The Hunting Day.'Dr. E. T. Sweeting, for 'Dulce Domum,' as sung at Winchester.

Harrow on the Hill, 1916. PERCY C. BUCK

B IB L IO G R A P H Y

The following list of books, though not exhaustive, can be recommended to those who wish to make a study of our National Songs :

A Book of British SongSharp. (John Murray)A Garland of Country SongBaring Gould and Sheppard. (Methuen)British Songs for British BoysNicholson. (Macmillan)British Students' Song Book. (Bayley and Ferguson)English County SongsBroadwood and Fuller Maitland. (Cramer)English Folk-Songs for SchoolsSharp. (Curwen)English Traditional Songs and CarolsBroadwood. (Boosey)Folk-Songs from SomersetSharp and Marson. (Methuen, 5 vols.)Irish Folk-SongsWood. (Boosey)Irish Songs and Ballads Stanford. (Novello)Old English Popular MusicWooldridge. (Chappell, 2 vols.)Scottish Students' Song Book. (Bayley and Ferguson)Songs of BritainKidson and Shaw. (Boosey)Songs of ErinStanford. (Boosey)Songs of Old IrelandStanford. (Boosey)Songs of the British IslandsHadow. (Curwen)Songs of the Four NationsSomervell. (Cramer)Songs of the NorthBoulton and Lawson. (Cramer)Songs of the WestBaring Gould. (Methuen)

The Fellowship Song BookWalford Davies. (Curwen)The Minstrelsy of EnglandMoffat and Kidson. (Bayley and Ferguson)The Minstrelsy of ScotlandMoffat. (Augener)The National Song BookStanford. (Boosey)

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INDEXNO. TITLE WORDS MUSIC PAGE

2. A-hunting we will go Henry Fielding (?) Dr. Arne 21. All through the Night Harold Boulton Old Welsh ........................... 13. Amo, Amas J o h n O 'Keefe ' The Frog and the Mouse ' 44. Annie Laurie Unknown Scottish 55. Arethusa, The Prince Hoare W . Shield ........................... 66. Ash Grove, T h e Thomas Oliphant Old Welsh ........................... 87. Auld Lang Syne Burns Old S c o t t i s h ........................... 108. Awa, Whigs, awa Burns Old Scottish 11

9. Bailiff's Daughter, The Old English Ballad Traditional English Melody 1210. Banks o f Allan W ater, The M. G. Lewis Traditional 1311. Barbara Allen Old Ballad English Traditional Melody 1412. Battle Hymn of the Republic Julia W ard Howe ' John Brown's Body ' 1613. Bay o f Biscay, The Andrew Cherry John Davy 1814. Blue Bell o f Scotland, The Mrs. Jordan Traditional 2015. Bonnie Charlie's now awa Lady Nairne Old Scottish Melody 2116. Bonnie Dundee Sir Walter Scott Old Scottish Melody 2217. British Grenadiers, The Traditional Traditional 24

18. Caller Herrin' Lady Nairne Old Scottish Melody 2619. Campbells are com in', The c. 1 7 1 5 18th Cent. Scottish Melody 2820. Camptown Races Stephen C. Foster Stephen C. Foster 3021. Carmen Carthusianum W. Horsley 3222. Carmen Etonense A. C. Ainger J. Barnby 3423. Charlie is m y Darling Lady Nairne Scottish M elody 3624. Cheer, Boys, Cheer Charles Mackay Henry Russell 3825. Chesapeke and the Shannon, The Traditional ' Pretty Girl o f Derby, O ! ' .. 4026. Clare's Dragoons Thomas Davis ' V ive l ' 4227. Clementine Percy Montrose Percy Montrose 4428. Cockles and Mussels Unknown Old Irish Melody 4629. Come, Landlord Unknown Unknown 4730. Come Lasses and Lads Traditional Traditional, c. 1670 4831. Comin' thro' the R ye Traditional Traditional 5033. Cottage well thatched with Straw Devon Devon 52

34. Death o f Nelson, The S. J. Arnold Unknown 5432. Deil's awa wi' the Exciseman, The Burns Old Scottish Melody 5135. Down among the Dead Men John Dyer Old English Melody 5636. Drinking From the German Fischer, 1802 5838. Drink, Puppy, Drink Whyte-Melville W hyte-M elville 6037. Drink to me only Ben Jonson Traditional 5939. Dulce Domum (Winchester) Traditional John Reading 62

40. Early one Morning Traditional Traditional 6441. Elephant Battery, The Unknown Traditional 66

42. Fine Old English Gentleman, The Unknown Unknown 6843. First Nowell, The Traditional Traditional 7044. Floreat Rugbeia C. E. Moberly C. E. M o b e r l y ........................... 7245. Flowers in the Valley Old Song Old English Melody 7446. Forty Years on (Harrow) E . E. Bowen J. Farmer 7647. F ox jumped over the Parson's Gate Old Song Old English Melody 78

48. Gaudeamus igitur Mediaeval Students' Song Traditional 7949. Gentle Maiden, The Harold Boulton Old Irish 8051. Girl I left behind m e, The Unknown Old Irish 8252. Goddesses Three From the French Offenbach 8450. God save the K ing ------- ------- 8153. Golden Vanity, The Traditional Traditional 8654. Good King Wenceslas J. M. Neale Traditional 88

55. Harp that once, The Moore Old Irish Melody 9057. Heart o f Oak David Garrick Dr. Boyce 9258. Here's a Health unto his Majesty Traditional Traditional 9459. Here's to the Maiden R. B. Sheridan Traditional 9660. High Germany Somerset Somerset 9861. Hunting Day, T he W . Williams W . W i l l i a m s 100

62. In dulci jubilo Traditional Traditional 10256. Integer Vitae Horace (carm. 22) Flemming 9163. Island, The D i b d i n ' The Rogues' March 104

65. John Brown's Body Anon. March-song of American W ar l 0864. John Peel John W. Graves Old Border Melody 106

IN D E X continued.

NO. TITLE WORDS MUSIC PAGE66. Keel Row, The Traditional Tyneside Ballad 10967. King Arthur Dorsetshire Dorsetshire 110

68. Lass of Richmond Hill, The W . Upton J. Hook 11269. Leather B ottl, The 17th Century Traditional 11470. Leezie Lindsay Traditional Traditional 11671. Let Erin remember Moore ' The Red Fox ' 11772. Lincolnshire Poacher, The Traditional Traditional 11873. Listen to m y Tale of W oe Eugene Field Hubbard T. Smith 12074. Little Brown Jug, The Unknown R. A. Eastburn 12275. Loch Lom on' Scottish Scottish 124

76. Marching through Georgia Henry C. W ork Henry C. W ork 12677. Marseillaise, La Rouget de Lisle Rouget de Lisle 12878. Massacre o f Macpherson, The ' Bon Gaultier Ballads ' ' Bobbing Joan ' 13079. Massa's in de Cold, Cold Ground Stephen C. Foster Stephen C. Foster 13281. Men o f Harlech Thomas Oliphant Old Welsh 13482. Mermaid, The Traditional Traditional 13683. Miller o f the Dee, The ' Love in a Village ' 17th Century 13884. Minstrel Boy, T h e Moore Old Irish Melody 14080. Mr. John B l u n t Unknown Unknown 133

85. Oak and the Ash, O the Traditional North Country Melody 14286. O, Good Ale Traditional Traditional 14387. Oh! 'twas in the Broad Atlantic.. A. J. C. Michael Watson 14488. Old Folks at Home, The Stephen C. Foster Stephen C. Foster 14690. Old Towler Unknown Unknown 14889. O No, John Somerset Somerset 147

91. Poor Old Joe Stephen C. Foster Stephen C. Foster 15092. Presbyterian Cat, The Unknown ' Auld Lang Syne ' 15193. Pretty Polly Oliver S. T. W . Traditional. 17th cent. 152

95. Richard of Taunton Dean Traditional Somerset 15494. Robin Adair Traditional 15396. Rule, Britannia Thom son Dr. Arne 15697. Russian National Hymn, The S. T. W . General Lwoff 158

99. St. P a tr ick UnknownIrish 160

100. Sally in our Alley H. Carey H. Carey 16298. Scots, wha hae Burns Old Scottish Melody 159

101. Simon the Cellarer W . H. Bellamy J. L . Hatton 164102. Since first I saw your Face Ford. 1607 Ford 166103. Snowy-breasted Pearl, The Dr. Petric Old Irish Melody 167104. Song o f the Western Men Rev. R. S. Hawker Old Cornish 168105. Song on the Victory o f Agincourt c. 1415 c . 1415 ...........................----- 169106. Star-spangled Banner, The U.S.A. National Song 170

107. There is a Tavern in the Town (?) Cornish (?) Cornish 172108. There's nae Luck Julius Mickle Old Scottish Melody 174109. Toll for the Brave Cowper Handel (March in ' Scipio ') 176110. Tom Bowling Dibdin Dibdin 178111. Turmut-Hoeing Traditional Traditional 180113. Twankydillo Traditional Traditional 182

114. Uncle Ned Stephen C. Foster Stephen C. Foster 184

115. Vicar o f Bray, The About 1720 17th century 186112. Vive l 'Amour Unknown Unknown 181

116. Wanderlied Trans. b y F. W . Farrar Old German Melody 188117. W atch b y the Rhine, The From the German Carl Wilhelm, 1854 190118. Wearing o f the Green, The Irish Street Ballad .. .. .. .. .. .. 192119. When Joan's Ale was New Old English Old English Melody 194120. When Johnny comes marching

Home Traditional Traditional 196122. When the King enjoys his own Martin Parker Traditional 198123. Wi' a Hundred Pipers Lady Nairne Old Scottish Melody 200124. W iddicom be Fair Somerset Somerset 202125. W rap me up in m y Tarpaulin Jacket Whyte-Melville Charles Coote 204

121. Yankee Doodle Unknown American 197126. Y e Banks and Braes Burns Old Scottish Melody 206127. Y e Mariners o f England Campbell Dr. Callcott 208128. Yeomen o f England, T h e Basil Hood Edward German 210

FOREWORD TO THE PIANIST

It is usual, in accompanying a song or chorus, to play something before the voices begin, and also something between the verses. This is a commendable custom, for the introduction both establishes the key (thereby helping the singers to keep in tune) and also enables the more timorous to begin with some 'attack, ' whilst an interval between the verses, however short, is often imperative in order that the performers may recover their breath. Such introductions and interludes are not provided in this book, but the pianist who finds difficulty in inventing them is advised to use for this purpose the music belonging to the last line of the words.

The slurs over notes of the melody are invariably intended to show that the notes included under the slur go to one syllable of the words of the first verse. In subsequent verses the singer must use his gumption in fitting in the text. The slurs in the left-hand part give a general invitation to play smoothly.

1 A LL THROUGH TH E NIGHT*

H a ro ld B o u lto n O ld W elsh

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Sleep, m y love, and peace a ttend thee,A ll through the n igh t;

G uardian angels God w ill lend thee.A ll through the n ig h t;

Soft the drow sy hours are creeping, H ill and dale in slum ber steep ing , Love alone h is w a tc h is keeping

A ll through the n ig h t .

2Though I roam a m in s tre l lonely,

A ll through the n ig h t, M y tru e h a rp sha ll p ra ise thee only,

A ll through the n igh t; Love's young dream , a las , is over, Yet m y s tra in s of love sh a ll hover N ear the presence of m y lover,

A ll through the n ig h t.3

H a rk ! a solem n bell is r in g in g ,C lear through the n igh t;

Thou, my love, a r t heavenward w inging,Hom e through the n igh t;

E a r th ly dust from off thee shaken , Soul im m ortal thou sh a lt w aken, W ith th y la s t dim jou rney taken

Hom e through the n ig h t.

* By kind permission of Messrs Cramer. When sung as a solo, the version published in Songs o f the Four Nations should be used.

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2 A -H U N T IN G W E W IL L GO

F ie ld in g D r . A rn e ?

2

1The dusky n igh t rides down the sky,

A nd u shers in th e m orn; The hounds a ll jo in in g lorious cry , (three times)

The hun tsm an w inds h is horn : And a -h u n tin g w e w ill go.

2The w ife around h e r husband throw s

H er arm s, and begs him stay ; M y Dear, i t ra in s , and ha ils , and snows,

You w ill not h u n t to-day.B u t a -h u n tin g we w ill go.

3A b ru sh in g fox in yonder wood,

Secure to find we seek; For w hy, I ca rried sound and good,

A cartload there la s t week.A nd a -h u n tin g we w ill go.

4A w ay he goes, he f lie s the rout,

T heir steeds all spu r and sw itch ; Some are throw n in, and some throw n out,

A nd some th row n in the d itch . B u t a -h u n tin g we w ill go.

5A t len g th h is s tre n g th to fa in tn ess w orn,

Poor R eynard ceases f lig h t; T hen h ung ry , hom eward we re tu rn ,

To fea s t away the n ig h t:Then a -d rin k in g we w ill go.

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3 AMO, AMAS, I LOVE A LASS

John O 'K e e fe " T h e F ro g a n d th e M ouse"

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Amo, A m as, I love a la s s

A s a cedar ta l l and slender;

Sweet cow slip 's g race is h e r nom inative case,

And she's of the fem inine gender.

Chorus Rorum , Corum , sun t divorum ,

H arum , S carum divo;

T ag -rag , m erry -derry , p e riw ig and hat-band

H ic hoc horum genitivo!

2Can I decline a N ym ph d iv ine? H er voice as a f lu te is du lcis. H er oculus b rig h t, h e r m anus w h ite , And so ft, w hen I tac to , h e r pu lse is.

R orum , C orum , &c. 3

Oh, how be lla m y p u e lla , I 'll k iss secu la seculorum . I f I've luck , s ir , she 's m y uxor,O dies benedictorum .

R orum , C orum , &c.

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4 A N N IE LAURIEU n k n o w n S c o t t i s h

1M axw ellton braes are bonnie,

W h ere ea rly fa 's the dew,And it 's th ere th a t A nnie L au rie

Gi'ed me h e r prom ise t r u e Gi'ed me h e r prom ise t ru e ,

W h ic h ne 'e r forgot w ill be;And for bonnie A nnie L au rie

I'd lay me down and dee.

2H er brow is like the sn aw -d rift,

H er neck is like the sw an,H er fa ce i t is the fa ires t

T h a t e'er the sun shone on;T h a t e'er the sun shone on,

And dark blue is h e r e'e;And for bonnie A nnie L au rie

I'd lay me down and dee.3

L ike dew on th e gow an ly ing ,I s th e fa ' o ' h e r f a iry feet;

And like w inds in sum m er s ig h in g ,H er voice is low and sweet.

H er voice is low and sw eet,And she 's a' the w orld to me;

And for bonnie A nnie L a u rieI 'd lay me down and dee.

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5 THE A R ETH U SA

P rin c e H o a re W. S h ie ld

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1Come, a ll ye jo lly sa ilo rs bold,W hose h e a rts are ca s t in honour's mould,W h ile E n g lish g lo ry I unfold;

H u rrah ! for the A re th u sa ! She is a f r ig a te t ig h t and brave, A s ever stem m ed the d ash ing wave, H er m en are staunch to th e ir fav 'r ite launch; A nd w hen the foe sh a ll m eet our fire ,Sooner th an s tr ik e , w e 'll a ll expire

On board of the A re th u sa .2

'T w as w ith the S p rin g flee t she w ent out,The E n g lish C hannel to c ru ise about,W hen fou r F rench sa il in show so stou t

B ore down on the A re th u sa .The famed Belle Poule s tra ig h t ahead did lie,T he A re th u sa seem'd to fly ,N ot a sheet or a ta c k or a b race did she slack ,Though the Frenchm an laugh 'd , and thought it s tu ff:B u t they knew not the handfu l of men so tough

On board o f th e A re th u sa .3

On deck five hundred men did dance,The s to u te s t they could find in F ran ce :W e w ith tw o hundred did advance

On board of the A re th u sa .O ur cap ta in hailed th e F ren ch m an ,"H o !" The F renchm an then cried out "H allo!""B ear down, d 'ye see, to our A d m ira l 's lee.""No, no" says th e Frenchm an, " th a t can 't be.""T hen I m u st lu g you along w ith me,"

S ays th e saucy A re th u sa .4

T he f ig h t w as o ff the F renchm an 's land,W e drove them b ack upon th e ir s tra n d ,F o r w e fought t i l l no t a s tic k w ould s tan d

Of the g a lla n t A re th u sa .A nd now w e've d riven the foe asho re ,N ever to f ig h t w ith B r ito n s m ore,L e t each f i l l a g la s s to h i s fa v 'r i te la s s ,A h e a lth to ou r cap ta in , and o ffic e rs tru e ,A nd a ll th a t be long to th e jo v ia l crew

On board o f th e A re th u sa .

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6 TH E A SH GROVE

T h o m a s O lip h a n t O ld W e lsh

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1Down yonder green valley w here s tream le ts m eander,

W h en tw ilig h t is fad ing , I pensive ly rove;Or a t the b r ig h t noontide, in solitude w ander

Am id the dark shades of th e lonely A sh Grove. 'T w as there , w hile the b lackbird w as cheerfu lly sing ing ,

I f i r s t m et th a t dear one the joy of my h e a r t! A round u s fo r g lad n ess the b luebe lls w ere r in g in g ;

A h! then l i t t le though t I how soon we should p a r t .

2S t i l l g low s the b r ig h t sunsh ine o'er valley and m ountain ,

S till w arb les the blackbird i ts note from the tre e ;S till trem bles the moonbeam on stream let and fountain ,

B u t w h a t are the beau ties of na tu re to m e?W ith sorrow , deep sorrow, m y bosom is laden ,

A ll day I go m ourn ing in search of m y love;Ye echoes! oh te ll me, w here is the sw eet m aiden?

"She sleeps 'n ea th the green tu r f down by the A sh Grove."

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7 AULD LANG SYNEB u r n s O ld S c o t t i s h

lShould auld acquain tance be forgot,

And never b ro u g h t to m in?Should auld acquain tance be fo rgo t,

A nd days o la n g sy n e?For auld la n g syne, m y dear.

For auld la n g syne,W el l ta k a cup o k in d n ess yet,

F or auld la n g syne.

2W e tw a h ae ru n about th e b ra e s ,

A nd p u d th e g ow ans fine ;B u t w eve w anderd m ony a w e a ry foot

S in auld la n g syne.F o r au ld la n g syne , &c .

3W e tw a h ae p a id ld i the b u rn ,

F rom m orn ing sun t i l l d ine;B u t seas betw een u s b raid hae ro a r d

S in auld la n g syne.F or au ld la n g syne, &c.

4A nd th e re s a hand , m y t r u s ty fiere ,

A nd g ie s a hand o th in e ;A nd well ta k a r ig h t gu id -w illie w aught.

F o r auld la n g syne.F o r auld la n g syne, &c.

5And su re ly yell be your p in t-s to w p ,

And su re ly I ll be m ine;And well ta k a cup o k indness y e t

For auld la n g syne.F or auld lan g syne, & c.

8 AWA, W H IG S, AWA ! *

B u rn s O ld S c o t t is h

Chorus 1A w a, W h ig s , awa!

Awa, W h ig s , awa!Ye're bu t a pack o' t r a i to r louns,

Ye'll do nae good a t a'.

So lo 2O ur th r is s le s flou rish 'd fre sh and fair,

A nd bonnie bloom'd our roses;B u t W h ig s cam' like a fro s t in June,

And w ith e r 'd a' o u r posies.Aw a, W h ig s , aw a! &c.

3O ur anc ien t crow n's fa'en in the d u s t

D eil b lin' them w i' the stoure o 't,A nd w r ite th e ir nam es in h is b lack beuk

W h a gae the W h ig s the pow er o't.A w a , W h ig s , aw a! &c.

4O ur sad decay in C hurch and S ta te

S u rp a sse s m y describ ing ;The W h ig s came o'er u s for a curse ,

A nd we hae done w ith th r iv in g .A w a , W h ig s , awa! &c.

5G rim vengeance lan g h a s ta 'e n a nap ,

B u t w e m ay see h im w auken ;Gude he lp th e day w hen ro y a l heads

A re h un ted like a m a u k in !Awa, W h ig s , a w a ! &c.

* T h is song begins w ith a chorus, th e solo e n te r in g a t the double b a r : consequently th e re m ust b e no pause a f te r the la s t no te before go ing b ack to th e begi n n in g .

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9 THE B A IL IF F 'S DAUGHTER

O ld E n g lis h B a lla d T ra d itio n a l E n g lish M elody

1

There w as a youth , and a well-beloved youth. And he w as a sq u ire 's son.

He loved the b a ilif f 's d a u g h te r dear,T h a t lived in I s l in g to n .

2B ut she w as coy, and never w ould

On h im h e r h e a rt bestow ,T ill he w as sen t to London Town

B ecause he loved h e r so.

3W hen seven y ears had p assed away,

She p u t on m ean a tt ire ,And s tra ig h t to London she would go

A bout h im to enqu ire .

4And as she w en t a long the road ,

T hrough w eather ho t and dry,She re s te d on a g r a s s y load ,

And h e r love cam e r id in g by.

5"G ive me a penny, thou 'p ren tice good,

B elieve a m aid f o r lo rn ;""B efo re I g ive you a penny, sw ee th eart,

P ra y te l l me w here you w ere born?''

6"O h, I w as born a t I s l in g to n ."

"T h en te l l me i f you knowT he b a i l i f f 's d a u g h te r of th a t p lace? ''

"S h e died, s ir , long ago?"

7" I f she be dead, th en tak e m y horse ,

M y saddle and b rid le also ,F o r I w il l to some d is ta n t lan d ,

W h e re no m an s h a ll me know."

8"O h, s ta y ! oh, s tay ! thou good ly you th ,

She s ta n d e th by th y side,S he 's here alive, she is not dead,

B u t ready to be th y b rid e ."

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10 TH E BANKS OF ALLAN W ATERM . G. L e w is T ra d itio n a l

1On the b an k s of A llan w ater,

W hen the sw eet sp rin g -tim e did fa ll,W as the m iller 's lovely daughter,

F a ire s t of them all.For h is b ride a soldier sought her,

And a w in n in g tongue had he;On the h a n k s of A llan w a te r

None w as gay as she.

2On the banks of A llan w ater,

W hen brown au tum n shed i ts store,T here I saw the m iller 's daughter,

B u t she sm iled no more.For the sum m er g r ie f had brought h e r,

And the soldier fa lse w as he;On th e b an k s of A llan w a te r

None w a s sad as she.3

On th e banks of A llan w ater,W hen th e w in te r -sn o w fe ll fa s t,

S til l w as found the m ille r 's daughter,C h illin g b lew the b la s t;

B u t th e m ille r 's lovely d augh terB o th from cold and care w as free;

On th e banks of A llan w a te rT here a co rpse lay sh e .

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11 BA RBA RA A LLEN

O ld B a l la d E n g lis h T r a d i t io n a l M elo d y

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In Sca rle t Town, w here I w as born,There w as a fa ir m aid dwellin,

M ade every you th cry W ell a day!H er nam e w as B arb a ra A llen .

2A ll in t he m erry m onth of May,

W hen g reen buds they w ere sw ellin,Young Jem m y Grove on h is death-bed lay

F o r love of B a rb a ra A llen .

3He sen t h is m an unto h e r th en ,

To the tow n w here she w as dw ellin,You m ust come to my m as te r dear,

I f your name be B arb a ra Allen?

4So slow ly, slow ly she cam e up ,

And slow ly she came n igh h im ;And all she sa id , w hen th e re she came,

Young m an, I th in k youre dying.

5He tu rn d h is face u n to the w a ll,

A s deadly p a n g s he fe ll in;A dieu! adieu! adieu to a ll,

A dieu to B a rb a ra A llen !

6W h en he w as dead, and laid in grave,

H er h e a rt w as s tru ck w ith sorrow ;O m other, m other, m ake m y bed,

For I sh a ll die to -m o rro w !

7She, on h e r death-bed, a s she lay,

B eg g d to be buried by h im ,A nd sore repented of the day

T h a t she did ee r deny h im .

8Farew ell, she sa id , ye v irg in s a ll,

A nd shun the fa u lt I fell in;H encefo rth take w a rn in g by the fa ll

O f c rue l B a rb a ra A llen .

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12 BA TTLE HYMN OF TH E REPU BLIC

J u lia W a rd H ow e Jo h n B row ns B ody

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1M ine eyes have seen the g lo ry of the com ing of th e Lord:He is tra m p lin g out the v in ta g e w here the g rapes of w ra th are stored;He h a th loosed the fateful l ig h tn in g of h is te r r ib le sw ift sw ord:

H is t r u th is m a rc h in g on.Chorus Glory, g lo ry , ha lle lu jah !

Glory, glory , h a lle lu jah !G lory, g lory , h a lle lu ja h ! H is t ru th is m arch in g on.

2I have seen h im in the w a tc h -f ire s of a hundred c irc lin g cam ps;They have builded h im an a lta r in the evening dews and dam ps;I can read h is r ig h te o u s sen tence by th e dim and f la r in g lam ps:

H is day is m arch in g on.Glory, glory , h a lle lu jah !

3He h a s sounded fo rth the tru m p e t th a t sha ll never call re tre a t;He is s if t in g out the h e a r ts of men before h is Judgement Seat;O, be sw ift, m y soul, to a n sw er Him, be ju b ila n t , my f e e t !

O ur God is m a rch in g on.G lory, g lory , h a lle lu ja h !

4In the beau ty of the lilie s C h ris t w a s born , ac ro ss th e sea,W ith a g lo ry in h is bosom th a t tra n s f ig u re s you and m e:A s He died to m ake m en holy, le t u s die to m ake m en free ,

W h ile God is m a rc h in g on.G lory, g lory , h a lle lu ja h !

13 TH E BAY OF BISCAY

A ndrew C h e rry John D a v y

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1Loud ro a r 'd the d read fu l thunder,

The ra in a deluge show 'r s ;The clouds were ren t a su n d er

B y lig h tn in g s v iv id pow rs ;T he n ig h t both d rea r and dark ,O ur poor devoted bark,T ill n ex t day, th ere she lay , )In the B ay of B iscay , O! ) (repe a t as Chorus)

2Now dashd upon the billow ,

O ur op' n in g tim bers creak ,E a c h fea rs a w a t' r y pillow ,

None stop the d read fu l leak .To c lin g to s lip p ' ry sh rouds,E ach b re a th le ss seam an crow ds,A s she lay, t i l l the day,In the B ay of B iscay, O !

3A t len g th the w ishd -fo r m orrow

B reak s th ro u g h the h azy sky,A bsorbd in s ile n t sorrow

E ach heaved a b itte r s ig h .The dism al w reck to v iew S tru c k h o rro r to the crew,A s she lay, on th a t day,In th e B ay of B iscay, O !

4H er y ie ld in g tim b ers sever,

H er p itc h y seam s are ren t;W h en H eav'n , a ll-b o u n te o u s ever,

I ts boundless m ercy sen t:A sa il in s ig h t a p p e a rs ,W e h a il h e r w ith th ree cheers.Now w e sa il , w i th th e gale ,F rom th e B ay of B iscay , O !

14 THE BLUE BELL OF SCOTLANDM rs Jo rd a n T ra d it io n a l

l"Oh! w here, and Oh! w here is y o u r H igh land laddie gone?Oh! w here , and Oh! w here is yo u r H igh land laddie g o n e ? ""H e's gone to f ig h t the F rench , fo r K in g George upon th e throne,And it's Oh! in m y h e a rt, how I w ish him safe a t h o m e !"

"H e 's gone to f ig h t" &c2

"Oh! w here, and Oh! w here does your H igh land laddie dw ell?Oh! w here, and Oh! w here does y o u r H igh land laddie d w e ll? ""H e dw ells in m e rry S co tland , a t the s ig n of the B lue B ell;And i t 's Oh! in m y h e a rt, th a t I love m y laddie well."

"H e dw ells in m erry S co tland ," &c.3

"W hat clothes, in w hat clo thes is your H ig h lan d laddie c lad?W h a t c lo thes, in w h a t c lo thes is your H igh land laddie c lad?""H is b o n n e t's of the Saxon g reen , h is w a is t-c o a t of the plaid;And i t 's Oh! in m y h e a rt, th a t I love my H igh land lad ."

" H is bon n e t's o f the Saxon" &c.4

"Suppose, Oh! suppose th a t your H igh land lad should die!Suppose, Oh! suppose th a t your H ig h lan d lad should die!""T he b a g p ip es sh a ll p lay over h im , I 'l l lay me down and c ry ;And it 's Oh! in m y h e a r t , th a t I w ish he m ay not d ie ,"

"T he b a g p ip e s sh a ll p la y " &c.

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15 BONNIE C H A R LIE 'S NOW AWAL a d y N a irn e O ld S c o t t i s h M elody

1B onnie C h a rlie 's now awa,S afe ly owre the frien d ly m ain;M ony a h e a rt w il l b reak in tw a,Should he ne 'er come back aga in .

Chorus W il l ye no come back ag a in ?W ill ye no come back a g a in ?B e tte r lo 'ed ye ca n n a be,W ill ye no come back a g a in ?

2Ye tru s te d in you r H ieland men,They tru s te d you, dear C harlie ;They k en t you h id in g in the g len ,D eath and exile b rav ing .

W il l ye no &c

3M ony a g a lla n t sodger fought,M ony a g a lla n t ch ie f did f a ';D eath i t s e l f w ere d ea rly bought,A' fo r S co tland 's k in g and law .

W ill ye no &c

4Sw eet's the laverock 's note and lang ,L i l t in g w ild ly u p the g len ;B u t aye to me he s in g s ae san g ," W ill ye no come back a g a in ? "

W il l ye no & c

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16 BONNIE DUNDEE

S ir W a lte r S c o t t O ld S c o t t i s h M elody

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1To the L ords o f Convention 'tw a s C la v e r 'se w ho spoke,"E re the K ing 's crow n sh a ll fa ll th ere are crow ns to be broke;

Then each c a v a lie r w ho loves honour and me,L e t h im follow the bonnet o f Bonnie D undee.

"Come f i l l up m y cup, come f il l up m y can ,Come saddle your ho rses, and c a ll up your m en;Come open the W est P o rt, and let me g a n g free ,A nd it's room fo r the bonnets of Bonnie Dundee!"

2D undee he is m ounted, he rides up the s tre e t,The be lls a re ru n g back w ard , the d rum s they a re bea t;B u t the P rovost, douce m an , said , " Ju s t e'en le t h im be,The Gude Town is w eel q u it o' th a t D e 'il of D undee."

"Come f il l up m y cup" & c.

3"There are h i l ls beyond P en tlan d , and lan d s beyond F o r th ,I f th e re 's lo rd s in the L ow lands, th e re 's ch iefs in th e N o rth ;T here a re w ild D u n ie w a ssa ls , th re e th o u san d tim es th re e ,W il l c ry 'h o ig h !' fo r th e bonnet of Bonnie D undee.

"Come f i l l up m y cup" & c.

4"Aw ay to th e h i l ls , to the caves, to th e rocks E re I own an u su rp e r , I 'l l couch w ith th e fox;And trem ble, fa lse W h ig s , in th e m id s t o f your g lee ,You have no t seen th e la s t of m y bonnet and m e.

"Come f i l l up m y cup" & c.

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17 T H E B R IT IS H GRENADIERS

T ra d it io n a l T ra d it io n a l

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1Some ta lk of A lexander, and some of H ercules;Of H ector and Lysander, and such g reat nam es as these ;But of all the w orlds brave heroes, theres none that can compareW ith a tow, row, row, row, row, row, row, for the B r itish Grenadier.

2Those heroes of antiquity neer saw a cannon b a ll,Or knew the force of powder to slay their foes w ithal;B u t our brave boys do know it, and banish all th e ir fears,Sing tow , row, row, row. row, row, row, for the B ritish Grenadiers.

3W h en eer we are commanded to storm the palisades,O ur leaders m arch w ith fusees, and we w ith hand grenades;W e th ro w them from the g lacis about the enemies ears,Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, row, for the B ritish Grenadiers.

4A nd when the siege is over, we to the tow n repa ir,The tow nsm en cry, H urrah , boys, here comes a Grenadier,H ere come the G renadiers, my boys, who know no doubts or fears,Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, row, for th e B r itish Grenadiers.

5Then let us f ill a bum per, and drink a health to thoseW h o c a rry caps and pouches, and wear the loupd clothes;M ay they and their comm anders live happy all the ir years,W ith a tow. row , row, row, row, row, row, for th e B r itis h Grenadiers.

18 CA LLER H E R R IN '

L a d y N a irn e O ld S c o ttish M elody

* The f i r s t four b a rs only occur once a t th e beg inn ing of the song. E ach subsequent verse b e g in s a t th e double-bar.

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W h a 'll buy my caller h e rrin '?They're bonnie fish and halesome farin';Buy my caller herrin ',New -drawn frae the Forth?

lW hen ye w ere sleepin' on your pillow s,Dream'd ye aught o' our puir fellows,D arkling as they faced the billowsA' to fill the woven w illow s?

Buy my caller h e rr in '?They're bonnie fish and halesome farin ';B uy my caller herrin ',New -drawn frae the F o rth?

Caller herrin '; caller herrin '.

2A n' w hen the creel o' herrin ' passes,Ladies clad in silks and lacesG ather in th e ir braw pelisses,C ast their heads and screw their faces.

Buy my caller h e rr in '?They're no brought here w ithout brave daring;B uy my caller herrin',Haul'd through w ind and ra in ?

C aller herrin '; caller herrin '.

3Noo, neebor w ives, come, ten t my tellin ',W hen the bonnie fish ye're sellin',A t ae word be in your dealin',T ru th w ill s tand when a' th ings failin ';

B uy my calle r h e rr in '?O ye may ca' them v u lg ar farin ';W ives and m ithers , m aist despairin',Ca' them lives o' men.

C aller herrin '; caller herrin '.

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19 T H E CAM PBELLS A R E COMIN'*

c . 1715 18th. C en t. S c o ttis h M e lo d y

* Th is song b eg in s w ith a chorus, the solo s ta r t in g a t the double bar.

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The Campbells are com in, oho, oho,The Campbells are comin, oho, oho,The Campbells are com in to bonnie Lochleven;The Campbells are com in, oho, oho.

lUp on the Lomonds I lay, I lay,Up on the Lomonds I lay, I lay,I lookit down to bonnie L ochleven,A nd saw th ree bonnie p ipers play

The Campbells are com in . . . . . .

2G reat A rgyle, he goes before,He makes the cannons and guns to roar;W i sound o trum pet, pipe, and drum ,T he Campbells are comin, oho, oho.

T he Campbells are comin . . . . . .

3The Campbells they are a w i arm s,T h e ir loyal faith and tru th to show;W i banners ra ttlin in the w ind ,The Campbells are comin, oho, oho.

T he Campbells are comin . . . . . .

20 CAM PTOW N RACES*

S te p h e n C. F o s te r S te p h e n C .F o s te r

* By k in d perm ission of th e E d ito rs of the Sco ttish S tu d en ts ' Song Book.

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1De Camptown ladies s ing dis song ,

Doodah! doodah!D e Cam ptown race -track five m iles long,

Oh! doodah day!I come down dah w id m y ha t caved in ,

Doodah! doodah!I go b ack home w id a pocket fu ll of t in ,

Oh! doodah day!Chorus Gw ine to run a ll n ig h t!

Gwine to ru n a ll day!I 'l l bet m y money on de bob-ta il nag,Somebody bet on de bay.

2De lo n g -ta il f il ly and de b ig black hoss,

Doodah! doodah!Dey f ly de tra c k and dey bo th cut across,

Oh! doodah day!De b lind hoss s tic k 'n in a b ig m ud hole,

Doodah! doodah!Can't touch de bottom w id a ten-foot pole,

Oh! doodah day!Chorus Gw ine to ru n . . . . . . .

3Old m uley cow come on to de tra c k ,

Doodah! doodah!De bob-ta il f lin g her ober h is back,

Oh! doodah day!D en f ly along like a ra il-ro ad car,

Doodah! doodah!A nd ru n a race w id a shootin ' s ta r ,

Oh! doodah day!Chorus Gwine to r u n . . . . . .

4See dem fly in ' on a ten -m ile heat,

Doodah! doodah!Round de rac e -trac k , den repeat,

Oh! doodah day!I w in m y money on de bob-ta il n ag ,

Doodah! doodah!I keep m y money in an old tow bag.

Oh! doodah day!Chorus Gwine to ru n . . . . . . .

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21 CARM EN CA RTH U SIA N U M *(c h a r t e r h o u s e sc h o o l song)

W . H o rs le y

* By k in d perm iss ion o f E. D. Rendall, Esq.

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1L aeti laudate Dom inum ,Fontem perennem boni,

Recolentes F undatoris M em oriam S uttoni.

Omnes laudate Dom inum ,V o s quibus singularia

Suttonus dona praebu itE t dom um et bu rsaria .

2Senes laudate Domin um ,

R eddatis et honoremSuttono, quibus requ ies

H is datur post laborem. P u eri, laudate Dominum,

Quoscunque in stitu itSu ttonus bonis lite ris

E t p ieta te im buit.

3E rgo laudate Dominum

Omnes C arthusian i, P uerique ru s am antes

E t senes oppidani.L ae ti laudate Dom inum ,

Surgat e choro sonusO floreat aeternum

C arthusiana Dom us.

F loreat aeternum C arthusiana Domus.

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22 CARMEN E T O N E N SE *

A. C. A in g e r J. B a rn b y(Original in Key of A minor)

* By k ind p erm iss io n o f M essrs N ovello & C and A . C. A inger, E sq.

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1Sonent voces om niumliliorum florem ,

d igna prosequentiumlaude Fundatorem !

B enefacti memoresconcinam us, qualis

in alum nos indolesfu e rit rega lis .

D onec oras A ngliaeA lm a lux fovebit,

F lo rea t E tona!F lo rea t! flo reb it!

2J u s ta m ludus v ind ice t

cum labore p a rtem !dulce foedus societ

cum M inerva M artem !Sive causa g lo riae

p ila , sive rem us,u n a lau s v ic io r ia e

M atrem exornem us!Donec o ras A ngliae

A lm a lux fovebit,F lo rea t E tona!

F loreat! flo reb it!

3M ores E tonensibus

tra d ito s colam us! tra d ito s paren tibus

p o ste ris tradam us! Posterique p o s te r is ,

quotquot ibunt m enses, tra d a n t idem seculis

carm en E tonenses. Donec oras A ngliae

A lm a lux fovebit, F lo rea t E tona!

F lo reat! flo reb it!

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23 CHAR L IE I S MY D A R LIN G *

L a d y N a irn e S c o t t i s h M elo d y

* T his song beg in s w ith a chorus, the solo s t a r t in g a t th e double bar.

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C harlie is my d a rlin g , my d a rlin g , my darling ,C harlie is m y darling , the young C hevalier.

lT w as on a M onday m orning,

R ig h t ea rly in the year,W hen C harlie came to our to u n ,

T he young C hevalier.Oh! C h a r l i e . . . . . .

2A s he came m arch ing up the s tre e t,

The p ipes p lay d loud and clear,And a th e folk came ru n n in g out

To m eet the C hevalier.Oh! C harlie . . . . .

3W i H ieland bonnets on th e ir heads,

And claym ores b rig h t and clear,They came to f ig h t for Scotlands r ig h t,

And the young Chevalier.Oh ! C h a r l i e . . . . .

4T heyve le f t th e ir bonnie H ieland h ills ,

T heir w ives and b a irn ie s dear,To draw the sword for Sco tlands lord,

The young C hevalier.Oh! C h a r l i e . . . . .

5Oh, there w ere m ony b e a tin g h e a r ts ,

And m ony a hope and fear;A nd m ony w ere the p ray r s p u t up

F or th e young C hevalier.Oh! C h a r l i e . . . . .

24 CH EER! BOYS, CH EER !

C h a r le s M ack ay H e n ry R u s s e ll

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1Cheer! boys, cheer! no more of idle sorrow,C ourage, tru e h e a r ts sh a ll b ear u s on our way;Hope p o in ts before and show s the b r ig h t to-m orrow ,L e t u s forget the darkness o f to -day :So farew ell, E n g lan d , m uch a s w e m ay love thee,W e 'll d ry the te a rs th a t w e have shed before.W h y shou ld w e w eep to sa il in search o f fo rtu n e ?So fa re w e ll, E n g la n d , fa re w e ll fo r everm ore!Cheer! boys, cheer! fo r country , m o ther country ,Cheer! boys, cheer! the w illin g s tro n g r ig h t hand:Cheer! boys, cheer! th e re 's w e a lth for honest labour!Cheer! boys, cheer! fo r th e new and happy land .

2Cheer! boys, cheer! the s tead y b reeze is b low ing ,To f lo a t u s free ly o'er the ocean 's b re a s t .The w orld sh a ll follow in th e t ra c k w e're go ing ;T he s ta r o f em pire g l i t te r s in th e w e s t.H ere w e h ad to il and l i t t le to rew ard it,B u t th e re s h a ll p len ty sm ile upon our p a in ;A nd o u rs sh a ll be th e p ra ir ie and th e fo rest,A nd boundless m eadow s r ip e w ith golden g ra in .C heer! boys, cheer! fo r country , m other c o u n try ,C heer! boys, cheer! u n ite d h e a r t and hand ;Cheer! boys, cheer! th e re 's w e a lth fo r h onest labour!Cheer! boys, cheer! fo r th e new and h a p p y land .

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25 THE CH ESA PEK E AND TH E SHANNON

T r a d i t io n a l (c. 1812) " P r e t ty G ir l o f D erby , O!"

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1The C hesapeke so b old out o f B oston , I am to ld ,Cam e to ta k e a B r i t i s h f r ig a te n ea t and handy, O !The people o f th e p o r t cam e out to see th e sp o rt,W ith th e ir m usic p lay in g Yankee doodle dandy, O!

Yankee doodle, Y ankee doodle dandy, O !The people of the p o r t cam e out to see th e sp o rt,W ith th e ir m usic p la y in g Yankee doodle dandy, O !

2The B r i t is h f r ig a te 's nam e, th a t for the pu rpose cameTo tam e th e Y ankees' courage n ea t and handy, O!W as the Shannon, C a p ta in Broke, w ith h is crew a ll h e a r ts of oak,And in f ig h tin g , you m ust know, he w as th e dandy, O !

Y ankee doodle, &c .

3The fig h t had scarce begun w hen the Yankees, w ith m uch fun ,Said,"W e'll to w h e r in to B oston neat and handy, O !A nd I 'k a lk ila te ' w e 'll d ine, w ith ou r la s se s d rin k in g w in e ,A nd we'l l dance the j ig of Yankee doodle dandy, O!"

Yankee doodle, & c.

4B u t th ey soon every one flinched from the g u n ,W h ic h a t f i r s t th ey th o u g h t to use so nea t and handy, O !B rave Broke, he waved h is sw ord, crying,"Now, m y lads, le t 's board,And w e'll s top th e ir p lay in g Yankee doodle dandy, O!"

Y ankee doodle, &c.

5H e scarce had said the w ord , w hen they a ll jump'd on board,And th ey hauled down th e ensign n ea t and handy, O !N o tw ith stan d in g a ll th e ir b ra g , the g lorious B r i t is h f la gA t th e Y ankees' m izen-peak i t looked th e dandy, O!

Y ankee doodle, & c.

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T hen h e re 's to a ll t ru e b lue, both o ffice rs and crew,W ho tam ed the Y ankees' courage neat and handy, O!And m ay i t ever prove in b a ttle , a s in love,T he tru e B r i t i s h sa ilo r is the dandy, O!

Y ankee doodle, & c.

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26 C L A R E 'S DRAGOONS

T h o m a s D a v is V ive l

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W h en , on R am illie s bloody field ,The b a ffled F re n ch w ere forced to yield,The v icto r Saxon b ackw ard reeled

Before the charge of C lares D ragoons.The f la g s w e conquered in th a t fra yLook lone in Y pres choir, th ey say,W e' ll w in them com pany to -day ,

Or bravely die like C lares D ragoons.Chorus V iva la , for Ire lan d s w rong!

V iva la , fo r Ire lan d s r ig h t!Viva la , in b a ttled th ro n g ,

F or a S pan ish steed and sabre b right!

2The brave old lord died near th e f ig h t,B u t, fo r each drop he lo st th a t n ig h t,A Saxon cav a lie r sh a ll b ite

The dust before Lord C lares D ragoons.F or never, w hen our sp u rs w ere set,And never, w hen our sab res m et,Could we the Saxon so ld iers g e t

To stand the shock of C lares D ragoons.Viva la , th e New B rig ad e!

V iva la , the Old One, too!Viva la , the rose sh a ll fade,

A nd the Sham rock shine for ever new!

3T heres not a m an in squadron hereW a s ever known to f lin c h o r fear;T hough f i r s t in charg e and la s t in rere

H ave ever been Lord C lares D ragoons;B u t see! well soon have w ork to do,To sham e our b o as ts , or prove them tru e ,F or h ith e r comes the E n g lish crew,

To sw eep aw ay Lord C lares D ragoons.C horus o f v. 1.

4Oh! Com rades! th in k how I re la n d p in esH er exiled lords, h e r r if le d sh rin e s ,H er dearest hope the ordered lin e s

And b u rs tin g ch a rg e of C lares D ragoons. Then f lin g your Green F la g to the sky,Be L im erick your b a tt le - c ry ,A nd ch arg e , t i l l blood f lo a ts fe tlo ck -h ig h

A round th e t r a ck of C lares D ragoons. C horus o f v. 2.

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27 CLEMENTINE *

P e rc y M o n tro se P e rc y M o n tro se

* By k ind perm ission of th e E d ito rs of the Scottish S tu d en ts ' Song Book.

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In a cavern , in a canyon,E x c a v a tin g fo r a m ine,

D w elt a m iner, fo r ty -n in e r ,A nd h is dau g h te r C lem entine.

Chorus Oh m y darling , oh m y d a rlin g , oh m y d a rlin g C lem entine!T hou a r t lo st and gone fo r ever, D readfu l sorry , C lem entine.

2L ig h t she w as and like a fa iry .

A nd h e r shoes w ere num ber nine;H e rrin g -b o x es , w ith o u t topses,

S andals w ere fo r C lem entine.Oh m y d a rlin g . . . .

3D rove she ducklings to th e w a te r

E v ry m orn ing , ju s t a t n ine;H it h e r foot a g a in s t a sp lin te r ,

Fell in to the foam ing b rine .Oh my d a rlin g . . . .

4Saw h e r lip s above th e w a te r

B low ing bubbles m ig h ty fine;B u t a las! I w as no sw im m er,

So I lo s t m y C lem entine.Oh my d a r l in g . . . .

5In a co rner of the churchyard ,

W here th e m y rtle boughs entw ine,G row the ro ses in th e ir p o s ie s

F e rtiliz ed by C lem entine.Oh m y d a rlin g . . . .

6Then th e m iner, fo rty -n in e r,

Soon began to peak and p in e ,T hought he o u g h te r j in e h is daughter.

Now hes w ith h is C lem entine.Oh m y d a rlin g . . . .

7In m y dream s she s t i l l do th h au n t me,

Robed in g a rm e n ts soaked in b rine ;Though in life I used to h u g h e r,

N ow shes dead I ll d raw the line.Oh m y d a rlin g . . . .

8How I m issed her, how I m issed her,

How I m issed m y C lem entine!B u t I k issed h e r l i t t le s is te r ,

A nd fo rg o t m y C lem entine.Oh m y d a rlin g . . . .

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28 COCKLES AND M USSELSU nknow n O ld I r is h M elody

1In D ublins fa ir city, w here g irls are so p retty ,I f ir s t set m y eyes on sw eet M olly M alone,A s she wheeled her w heelbarrow through s tree ts broad and narrow,C rying, Cockles and m ussels! alive, alive oh!

Chorus A live , alive, oh! alive, alive, oh!C rying, Cock les and m ussels, alive, alive oh!

2She w as a fishm onger, but sure tw as no wonder,For so w ere her fa ther and m other before;And they each wheeled their barrow th rough s tree ts broad and narrow,C ry in g , Cockles and m ussels, alive, alive oh!

Chorus A live, alive, o h ! . . . . . . . .

3She died of a faver, and no one could save her,A nd that w as the end of sw eet M olly M alone;H er ghost wheels her b a rro w th rough s tre e ts broad and narrow ,C rying , Cock les and m ussels, alive, alive oh!

Chorus A live, alive, o h ! . . . . . . . .

29 COME, LANDLORD, F IL L T H E FLO W IN G BOWL*

U nknow n U nknow n

1Come, landlord, f i l l the f low ing bowlU ntil it doth ru n over,Come, landlord, f i l l the flow ing bowlU ntil it doth ru n over.

ChorusFor to -n igh t we'll m erry be,For to -n ig h t w ell m erry be,For to -n ig h t w ell m erry be,T o-m orrow we'l l be sober.

2The man who d rinketh sm all beer,And goes to bed quite sober,Fades as the leaves do fade,T hat drop off in October.

Chorus For to -n igh t we'l l m erry be, . . .

3The m an who d rinketh s trong beer,A nd goes to bed r ig h t mellow,L ives as he ought to live,A nd dies a jo lly good fellow.

Chorus For to -n igh t we'l l m erry be, . .4

B ut he who d rinks ju s t w hat he likes,A nd gette th ha lf-seas over,W il l live u n til he die, perhaps,A nd then lie down in clover.

Chorus For to -n igh t we'l l m erry be, . .5

T he man who k isses a p re tty g ir l ,A nd goes and tells his m other,O ught to have his lip s cut off.A nd never k iss another.

Chorus For to -n igh t we'l l m erry be, . .

* By kind perm ission of the E d ito rs of the Sco ttish S tuden ts ' Song Book.

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30 COME L A SSE S AND LADS

T ra d it io n a l T ra d it io n a l (c . 1670)

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1Come lasses and lads, get leave of your dads,

And away to the M aypole h ie,For every he has got him a she,

And the fid d le r 's s tand ing by;For W illie shall dance w ith Jane,

And Johnny has got h is Joan,To tr ip it, tr ip it, trip it, t r ip it, tr ip it up and down.

Chorus To tr ip it, &c.

2 Youre out, says Dick; Not I , says N ick,

Tw as the fidd ler played it w rong ;T is t ru e , says H ugh, and so says Sue,

A nd so says every one.The fidd ler then began

To play the tune again ,A nd every g ir l did tr ip it, tr ip it, tr ip it to the men.

Chorus And every g irl, &c.

3A nd there they sat un til i t was late,

And tired the f id d le r quiteW ith s ing ing and playing, w ithout any paying,

F rom m orn ing un til n igh t.They told the fidd ler then,

T h ey d pay him for h is play,And each a twopence, twopence, twopence, gave him and went away.

Chorus A nd each a , &c.

4Good night, says H arry ; Good night, says M ary;

Good n ig h t, says Poll to John ;Good n ig h t, says Sue; Good n ig h t, says H ugh;

Good n igh t, says every one.Some w alked and some did ru n ,

Some lo itered on the way,And bound themselves by k isses twelve, to meet next holiday.

Chorus A nd bound themselves, &c.

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31 COMIN THRO T H E RYE

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Gin a body meet a body,Com in th ro the rye,

Gin a body greet a bodyNeed a body c ry ?

Chorus I lk a lassie has h e r laddieNeer a ane hae I ;

But a the lads they sm ile on me W h en comin thro the rye.

2Gin a body m eet a body,

Comin f ra e the w ellGin a body k is s a body

Need a body te l l?Chorus I lk a l a s s i e . . . . . .

3Gin a body m eet a body,

Comi n' frae the tow n,Gin a body k iss a body

Need a body gloom?Chorus I lk a l a s s i e . . . . . .

4A m ang the tra in there is a sw ain

I dearly loe m ysel:But w haur h is hame, or what h is nam e,

I dinna care to te l l .Chorus I lk a l a s s i e . . . . . .

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32 T H E DEILS AWA W I TH E EX CISEM AN

B u rn s O ld S c o tt is h M elody

1The D eil cam fiddling thro the tow n.

And dancd awa w i the Excisem an;And ilka w ife cried A uld M ahoun,

W e w ish you lu ck o your prize, man!

Chorus

The D eil's awa, the D eil's aw a,The D eil's awa w i' the Excisem an;

Hes dancd aw a, hes dancd aw a,Hes dancd aw a w i the E xcisem an.

2W e'll mak our maut, and brew our drink,

Well dance, and sing, and rejoice, m an;And mony thanks to the muckle black D eil

That dancd awa w i the Excisem an.Chorus The Deils a w a , . . . . .

3Theres threesome reels, and foursome reels,

Theres hornpipes and strathspeys, m an;But the ae best dance ee r cam to our lan,

W as the D eils awa w i the Excisem an.Chorus The D e il 's a w a , . . . . .

33 TH E COTTAGE W E L L THATCHED W IT H STRAW*

Devon Devon

* From Songs o f the West, by kind perm ission of M essrs Methuen.

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1In the days of yore, there sat at h is door,An old farm er and thus sang he,

W ith my pipe and my g lass, I w ish every classOn the e a r th were as well as m e!

For he envied not any m an his lo t,The rich es t, the proudest he saw,

For he had hom e-brew d,brow n bread,A nd a cottage well th a tch d w ith straw .

Chorus A nd a cottage well th a tc h d w ith straw .A nd a co ttage well thatch d w ith straw ,

For he had hom e-brew d,brow n bread,A nd a co ttage w ell th a tch d w ith straw .

2M y dear old dad th is snug cottage had,A nd he got it, I 'll te ll you how.

He won it, I wot, w ith the best coin got,W ith the sweat of an honest brow.

Then says my old dad, Be carefu l, lad,To keep out of the law y er's claw ;

So youll have hom e-brew d,brown bread,A nd a cottage w ell th a tch d w ith straw .

Chorus A nd a co ttage well th a tch d w ith straw , . . . . 3The ragged , the to rn , from m y door I dont tu rn ,

B ut I give them a c ru s t of brow n;A nd a drop of good ale, m y lad, w ithou t fail,

For to w ash the brow n c ru s t down.Tho r ic h I may be, it may chance to me,

T hat m isfortune should spoil my sto re ,So I 'd lack hom e-brew d,brow n bread,

And a cottage well thatchd w ith straw .Chorus A nd a cottage well thatchd w ith straw , . . . .

4Then in fro st and snow to the Church I go,

No m atte r the w eather how,A nd the se rv ice and prayer that I put up there

Is to Him who speeds the p lough.Sunday sain ts, i feck, who cheat all the week,

W ith a ran tin g and canting jaw ,Not for them is my hom e-brew d,brow n bread,

And my cottage well thatchd w ith straw.Chorus And my cottage w ell tha tch d w ith straw , . . . .

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34 T H E DEATH OF N ELSO N

S. J. A rn o ld U nknow n

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'T w as in T rafa lgar 's bay W e saw the Frenchm en lay;

E ach h ea rt was bounding then :W e scorn 'd the foreign yoke,For our ships w ere B ritish oak,

A nd h e a rts of oak our men!O ur Nelson m ark 'd them on the w ave,T h ree cheers our gallant seamen gave,

Nor thought of home or b eau ty ; (tw ice)A long the line th is s ignal ran:

England expects that every manT h is day w ill do his d u ty ! (twice)

A nd now the cannons ro arA long th ' a ffr ig h ted shore,

O ur Nelson led the way;H is ship the V ic t 'ry nam ed,L o n g be tha t V ic t 'ry fam'd,

For V ic t'ry crow n'd the day!B u t dearly w as that conquest bought,Too w ell the g a llan t H ero fought

For E n g la n d , home, and b eau ty ; (twice)He cried, as 'm idst the f ire he ran ,

England shall find tha t every manT h is day w ill do h is d u ty ! (twice)

A t las t the fata l w ound,W h ic h spread dismay around,

T he H ero's b reas t receiv'd; "Heav'n f ig h ts upon our side;The day's our own," he c r ie d !

"Now long enough I've l iv e d !In honour's cause my life w as passed,In honour's cause I fa ll at las t,

For E ng land , home, and beauty!" (twice)T hus ending life as he began ,

E ngland confess'd that every manT hat day had done h is d u ty ! (tw ice)

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35 DOW N AMONG T H E DEAD MEN

Jo h n D yer O ld E ng lish M elody

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1H ere 's a health to the K ing, and a las tin g peace,To faction an end, to w ealth increase;Come, let's d rink it while we have b reath , For there's no d rink ing a fte r death. A nd he th a t w ill th is health deny.D ow n am ong the dead men let him lie.

2L et charm ing beauty's health go round,In whom celestial joys are found;A nd may confusion s till pursueThe senseless w om an-hating crew ;A nd they th a t woman's health deny,D ow n am ong the dead men let them lie.

3In sm iling Bacchus' joys I 'll ro ll ,Deny no p leasure to my soul;Let Bacchus' health round b risk ly move,For Bacchus is a friend to Love.A nd he that w ill this health deny.Down am ong the dead men let him lie.

4May love and w ine th e ir r ite s m aintain ,A nd th e ir united pleasures re ign ;W hile Bacchus' treasu re crow ns the board , W e 'll sing the joys that both afford;A nd they that w on 't w ith us comply,Down among the dead men let them lie.

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36 D RIN K IN GR e n d e re d in to E n g lis h b y S. T . W. from th e G e rm a n o f C a r l M c h le r F is c h e r , 1802

lW ith in the ce llar 's cool domain

I exercise m y sway, s ir .Of B urgundy th e Soverain

A nd County of Tokay, s ir :M y rub ies s t i r in every f la sk

Should I bu t se t i t c link ing .Come, tap s te r, b roach your noblest cask

For m y d rink ing , d rink ing , d rin k in g .

2T h a t im p o f hell, yclepd T h irs t,

For me m ay ram p and raven;B u t le t the c rea tu re th re a t h is w orst

I'm safe w ith in a tavern .The fiend a t bay, the w ine a t hand,

H ere w ill I s it a - th in k in g The q u ie te s t m an in a ll th e land

W h ile I'm drink ing , drinking, drinking:

3A pox on th is sam e th i r s t of m ine!

I 'l l g ive the w re tch no q u a rte r,B u t souse h im w ell in R hen ish w ine

In ste a d o f ho ly w ater.And w hen from out the firm am en t

The jo lly sun is s in k in gI'l l s in k w i th h im , m y day w e ll-sp en t

In d rin k in g , d rink ing , d rin k in g .

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37 DRINK TO ME ONLYB e n Jo n so n T ra d it io n a l

1D rin k to me only w ith th in e eyes,

A nd I w il l pledge w ith m ine;Or leave a k is s bu t in the cup

A nd I 'l l not look for w ine ;The th ir s t th a t from the soul doth rise

D oth ask a d rin k divine,B u t m igh t I of Jove's n e c ta r sup

I w ould not change fo r th in e .

2I sen t thee la te a ro sy w rea th ,

Not so m uch honouring thee;A s g iv in g i t a hope th a t there

I t could not w i th e r 'd b e;B u t thou thereon didst only breathe,

A nd se n t's t i t b ack to me,Since when it grow s and smells, I swear,

Not of i ts e lf bu t thee.

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88 DRINK, PU PPY , D R IN K *

G. J. W h y te -M e lv il le G. J. W h y te -M e lv il le

* By kind permission of Messrs Chappell & Co.

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1H ere's to the fox in h is e a rth below the rocks!

A nd h e re 's to the line th a t w e follow,A nd h e re 's to th e hound w ith h is nose upon the ground,

Tho' m errily we whoop and we h o llo a !Then drink, puppy, d rink , and le t ev 'ry puppy drink ,

T hat is old enough to lap and to sw allow ;For he'l l grow in to a hound, so we'll p a ss the bo ttle round

A nd m errily w e'll whoop and w e 'll holloa.

2H ere's to the horse, and the rider too, of course;

And here 's to th e ra lly o' th e hun t, boys;H ere's a h ea lth to every friend, who can s tru g g le to the end,

A nd h ere 's to the T a lly -ho in fron t, boys.Then, d rink , puppy, d r in k . . . . .

3H ere 's to th e gap, and the tim ber th a t we rap ,

H ere's to the w h ite tho rn , and the black, too;A nd h e re 's to the pace th a t p u ts life in to the chase,

And the fence th a t g ives a moment to the pack, too.Then d rink , puppy, d rin k . . . . .

4Oh! the pack is staunch and tru e , now they ru n from scent to view ,

And it's w orth the r is k to life and lim b and neck, boys;To see them drive and stoop t i l l they fin ish w ith "W ho-w hoop,"

F o rty m inu tes on the g ra s s w ith o u t a check, boys.Then d rink , puppy, d rink . . . . .

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39 DULCE DOMUM*

T r a d i t i o n a lM u s ic b y J o h n R e a d i n g(E d ited by E. T. Sw eeting)

* By kind permission of Dr. E. T. Sweeting.

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1Concinam us, O Sodales!

E ja ! quid s ilem u s? Nob ile can ticum ,D u lce melos, Domum,

D u lce Domum, resonem us.Domum, Domum, dulce Domum, &c.

2A ppropinquat, ecce! felix

Hora gaudiorum : P o st grave taedium Adven it om nium

M eta p e ti ta la to ru m .Domum, Domum, dulce Domum, & c.3

M usa, lib ro s m itte , fessa ;M itte pensa dura:

M itte n ego tium ,Jam da tu r o tium !

Me mea m ittito cu ra .Domum, Domum, dulce Domum, &c .

4R idet annus, p ra ta riden t;

Nosque rideam us.Jam re p e tit Domum, D au lia s advena;

Nosque Domum repetam us.Domum, Domum, dulce Domum, &c.

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40 EA R LY ONE MORNING

T ra d i t io n a l T r a d i t io n a l

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1E a r ly one m orn ing , ju s t a s the sun w as r is in g ,

I heard a maid s in g in the valley below :"O h, don't deceive me; Oh, never leave me!

How could you use a poor m aiden so?

2" Oh, gay is the g a rlan d , and fresh are the roses,

I 've cull'd from the garden to bind on th y brow.Oh, don't deceive me; Oh, never leave m e !

How could you use a poor m aiden so?

3"Rem em ber the vows th a t you made to your M ary,

Rem em ber the bow 'r w here you vow'd to be tru e .Oh, don 't deceive me; Oh, never leave m e !

How could you u se a poor m aiden so ?"

4T hus san g th e poor m aiden, h e r sorrow s bew ailing ,

T h u s sa n g th e poor m aid in the va lley below :"Oh, don't deceive me; Oh, never leave me!

How could you u se a poor m aiden s o ? "

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41 TH E ELEPH A N T B A TTER Y

U nknow n T r a d it io n a l

*Omit th is note in the Chorus.From Scarlet and Blue, by kind perm ission of M essrs C assell & Co.

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I love to see the Sepoy, and to h ea r h is m a rtia l tread ;And th e sound of cavalry gallop ing goes th ro ' and th ro ' my head;B u t sw eeter th an the sw eetest m usic band h as ever played.Is the r in g in g tram p of the buffalo a s he's go ing to parade .

Aya, aya, aya, aya, tw is t th e ir ta i ls and go!H ath i, h a th i, h a th i, h a th i, oont, and buffa lo !A ya, chel, chel, chel, chel, chel, chel, aya bhai ch e lo !Oh, th a t 's the w ay we shout a ll day as w e drive the buffalo!

2I love to see the h a th is w ith th e ir t ru n k s a ll in a row ,I love to see the h a u g h ty and h ig h -s te p p in g b u ffa lo ;I t 's sw eet to see the se rg e a n ts on th e ir d ash in g kangaroos,A s they gallop p a s t the genera l and the ladies a t reviews.

A ya, aya, &c.

3See th a t ro u g h -rid in g bom bardier w ith a po le-axe for a w h ip ,Such a sea t upon an elephant: good heavens, w h a t a g rip !A nd see the fa r r ie r - se rgean t's camel's stopped as i f he knewA shoe 'd come off the B a tte ry Sergeant M ajor's kangaroo .

Aya, aya, &c.

4Now w atch th a t carefu l trum peter come sp u rr in g th rough the dust;H e's go t firm hold of h is cam el's hump, or else come o ff he m ust;And see the b h e e s ti 's k a tch a , how he tu g s w ith m igh t and m ainA t the rope w hich keeps h is m ussuck on, a s he 's p an i on th e b ra in .

Aya, aya, &c.

5W hen the byles w ent out to figh t aga inst Ameer Shere A li K han,W h a t a fearfu l tim e they had of i t in the pass they call B o lan !The M ajor swore he'd do h is best, and press the buffalo,B u t the byles heard w hat th e M ajor said, and were damned if they would go

Aya, aya, &c .

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42 TH E FIN E OLD EN G LISH GENTLEM AN

U nknow n U nknow n

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1

I 'l l s in g to you a good old song,M ade by a good old p a te ,

O f a fine old E n g lish gen tlem anW h o had an old e s ta te ,

A nd kep t up h is old m ansionA t a b o u n tifu l old ra te ;

W ith a good old p o rte r to relieveT he old poor a t h is ga te ,

L ike a fine old E n g lish gen tlem an ,A ll of the olden tim e.

2H is h a ll so old w as h u n g around

W ith p ikes, and g u n s, and bows,And sw ords, and good old bucklers

T h a t stood a g a in s t old foes;'T w as there "h is w orship" sa t in s ta te ,

In doublet and tru n k hose,A nd q u a ff 'd h is cup of good old sack ,

To w arm h is good old nose, L ike a f in e , &c .

3W h en w in te r 's cold brought fro st and snow,

He open'd house to a ll;And though th reescore and ten h is years,

He fe a tly led the ball;N or w as the houseless w anderer

E 'e r driven from h is ha ll,For w hile he feasted all the g rea t,

He ne'er forgot the sm all, L ike a fine , &c.

4B u t tim e, though sw eet, is s tro n g in f lig h t,

And y ears ro ll sw iftly by;And A utum n 's fa llin g leaves proclaim ed

The old m an he m ust die!He laid him down r ig h t tranqu illy ,

Gave up h is la te s t sigh ;And m ournful s tilln e ss reign 'd around,

And te a rs bedew 'd each eye,For th is good, &c.

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43 T H E F IR S T NOW ELL

T ra d it io n a l T ra d itio n a l

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The f ir s t Nowell the angel did say,W as to certain poor Shepherds in fields as they lay; In fields w here they lay keeping th e ir sheep,On a cold w in te rs n igh t th a t w as so deep.

Now ell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell.Born is the K ing of Israe l,

2T hey looked up and saw a S tar,S h in ing in the E ast, beyond them far,And to the e a rth it gave g rea t lig h t,A nd so it continued both day and night.

N o w e l l , . . . . . . .

3And by the lig h t of that same S tarT h ree w ise men came from country far:To seek for a K ing w as their in ten t,And to follow the S tar wherever it went.

N o w e l l , . . . . . . .

4T his S tar drew n igh to the n o rth -w est,Oer Bethlehem it took i ts re s t,A nd there it did both stop and stay,B ig h t over the place w here Jesus lay.

N o w e l l , . . . . . . . .

5Then entered in those w ise men three,M ost reverently upon th e ir knee,A nd offered there , in H is P resence,Both gold, and m y rrh , and frankincense.

N o w e l l , . . . . . . .

6Then let us a ll w ith one accordS ing p ra ise s to our Heavenly L ord,T hat hath made Heaven and ea rth of nought,And w ith H is b lood m ankind h a th bo u g h t.

Nowell, . . . . . . .

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44 FLO REA T RUGBEIA*(r ug by sc h o o l song)

C. E. M o b erly C. E. M o b erly

* By kind permission of W. O. Moberly, Esq.

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1Evoe! laeta requies,

A dvenit labor um ;Fessa vult inducias

D u ra gens lib ro rum ;Nunc com parata sa rcina,Nunc p raesto sunt v iatica,Nos laeta schola m iserit,Nos laeta domus ceperit,

quales, sodales,Citate, clamate,

Floreat, F loreat, F lo rea t R ugbeia!(Repeat last line twice for Chorus)

2Campi n o stra g ram ina

T r ita jam quiescent,Dein b im estri spatio

Laeta rev irescen t;Sic se tandem refec tu ra Nostrae m entis est t r i tu ra ,E t r ig o r omnis d ifflue t,E t vigor o rtus afflue t,

Ut choro sonoro,Citemus, clam em us,

Floreat, Floreat, F loreat Rugbeia!

3I l la vivat, operum

Strenua nav a trix ,E t v irtu tu m omnium

Unica c rea trix ;I l la regno cives bonos E t bonorurn det patronos, Det claros senatores, L aureatos bellatores;

E t donis, coronis,L audata , beata,

F lo rea t, F lo reat, F lo rea t Rugbeia!

4A t si fatum omnes nos

T an ta v u lt conari Haecce saltem tem pora

Fas sit o tiari,Nondum cance lla rii Sum us aut episcopi;S ic, f ra tre s , gaudeam us,In loco desipiam us,

E t choro sonoro,Citem us, clam em us,

Floreat, F lo rea t, F lo rea t R ugbeia!

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45 FL O W E R S IN TH E V A LLEY *

O ld S ong Reconstructed by

Rev. H. Fleetwood SheppardO ld E ng lish M elody

* From A Garland o f Country Song , by kind perm ission of Rev. H. F. Sheppard, Rev. S. B aring Gould, and M essrs Methuen & Co.

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O there w as a w om an, and she w as a w idow ,F air are the flow ers in the valley,

W ith a daughter as fa ir as a fresh sunny meadow,The Red, the Green, and the Yellow.

T he H arp the L ute the P ip e the F lu te the Cymbal,Sweet goes the treble V io lin .

T he maid so ra re and the flow ers so fair.Together they g rew in the valley.

2T here came a K night a ll clothed in red,

Fair are the flow ers in the valley."I would thou w ert my b rid e ," he said,

The Red, the G reen, and the Yellow.The H arp the L ute the P ipe the F lu te the Cymbal,

Sweet goes the treble Violin." I would," she sighed , "ne'er w in s a bride!"

F air are the flow ers in the valley.

3There came a K night a ll clothed in g reen ,

F air are the flow ers in the valley."T his maid so sweet m ight be my queen,"

The Red, the Green, and the Yellow.The H arp the Lute the P ipe the F lu te the Cymbal,

Sweet goes the treb le Violin."M igh t be," sighed sh e , "w ill ne'er w in m e !"

F air are the flow ers in the valley .

4T here came a K night, in yellow w as he,

F air are the flow ers in the valley."M y bride, my queen, thou m ust w ith me!"

The Red, the Green, and the Yellow.The H arp the Lute the P ipe the F lu te the Cymbal,

Sw eet goes the treble V iolin .W ith blushes red , " l come," she said;

"Farew ell to the flow ers in the valley."

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46 FO R T Y Y E A R S ON(HARROW SCHOOL SONG)

E. E. B o w en * J. F a rm e r

* By kind permission of Messrs Longmans, Green & Co.

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F o rty years on, when afar and asunderP arted are those who are sing ing to-day,

W h en you look back, and forgetfully wonderW h a t you were like in your work and your play:

Then, it may be, there w ill often come o 'er you Glim pses of notes like the catch of a song

Visions of boyhood sha ll float them before you, Echoes of dreamland shall bear them along.

Follow up! Follow up! Follow up! Follow up! Follow up!T ill the field r in g again and again ,W ith the tram p of the tw en ty -tw o men,

Follow up! Follow up!2

B ou ts and d iscom fitu res, ru shes and ra llie s ,B ases attem pted, and rescued, and won,

S trife w ithout anger, and a rt w ithout malice, H ow w ill it seem to y o u , fo rty years on?

Then, you w ill say, not a feverish m inuteStrained the weak h e a rt and the w avering knee,

N ever the battle raged ho ttest, b u t in it N either the last nor the fa in test were we!

Follow u p ! . . . . . . . 3

O the g rea t days, in the distance enchanted,D ays of fresh a ir, in the ra in and the sun,

H ow we rejoiced as we s tru g g led and panted H ard ly believable, fo rty years o n !

H ow we discoursed of them, one w ith another,A uguring trium ph, or balancing fate,

Loved the a lly w ith the h ea rt of a b ro ther, Hated the foe w ith a p lay ing at hate!

Follow up! . . . . . . . 4

F o rty years on, g ro w in g older and older,S h o rte r in w ind, as in m em ory long,

Feeble of foot, and rheum atic of shoulder,W h a t w ill it help you that once you were s tro n g ?

God give us bases to guard or beleaguer,Games to play out, w hether earnest or fun;

F ig h ts for the fearless, and goals for the eager, Tw enty, and th irty , and fo rty years o n !

Follow u p ! . . . . . . .

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47 TH E FOX JUM PED OVER TH E PARSON'S GATE

O ld S o n g O ld E n g lish M elody

1The H untsm an blows h is horn in the morn )

W h en fo lks goes hun ting , oh! ) ( t w i c e ) W hen folks goes hunting , oh! (twice)

Cho. But a ll m y fancy dw ells upon Nancy, So I 'll c ry T a lly -h o !

2The fox jum ps over the P arson 's gate,

A nd the Hounds all a fte r him go. The Hounds all a fte r h im go.

B ut a ll m y f a n c y . . . . . .

3Now the Parson had a p a ir to wed

As the Hounds came fu ll in view ; The Hounds came fu ll in view;

B ut a ll m y fancy . . . . . .

4He tossed his surplice over h is head,

And bid them a ll adieu! He bid them a ll adieu!

But all m y fancy . . . . . .

5Oh! never despise the so ld ier-lad

Though his station be but low. Though his sta tion be but low.

But a ll m y fa n c y . . . . . .

6And if you ask me of th is song

The reason for to show, I don 't exactly know -ow -ow

But a ll m y fa n c y . . . . . .

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48 GAUDEAMUS IG IT U R

M e d ia e v a l S tu d e n ts ' S o n g T ra d it io n a l

1Gaudeamus ig itu r, ) ( twice)Juvenes dum sum us; )Post jucundam juventutem , Post molestam senectutem Nos habebit hum us, (twice)

2U bi sunt qui ante nos In mundo fuere ? Vadite ad superos, T ransite ad inferos, Ubi jam fuere.

3Vita nostra brevis est, B revi fin ie tu r; Venit m ors velociter, Rapit nos atrociter, Nemini p a rce tu r.

4Vivat Academia! Vivant Professores! Vivat m em brum quodlibet, Vivant membra quaelibet, Semper sint in flore!

5Vivant omnes v irg ines, Faciles, form osae! Vivant et m ulieres, Dulces et amabiles, Bonae, laboriosae!

6Vivat et Respublica E t qui illam regit! Vivat nostra civ itas, M aecenatum ca rita s Quae nos h ic p ro teg it!

7Pereat tr is titia , Pereant osores. Pereat diabolus Q uivis an tiburschius, Atque irriso res!

* This note is only required in the f irs t verse.

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49 T H E G EN TLE M AIDEN*H a ro ld B o u lto n Old Irish

1There's one that is pure as an angel,

And fair as the f lo w 'r s of May, They call her the gentle maiden

W herever she takes her way, Her eyes have the glance of sunlight.

A s it b righ tens the blue sea wave, A nd m ore than the deep sea treasure

The love of her hea rt I crave.

2Though parted afar from my darling,

I dream of her ev'ryw here, The sound of her voice is about me,

The spell of her presence there . And w hether my p rayers be granted,

O r w hether she pass me by, The face of that gentle maiden

W ill follow me t il l I die.

* By kind permission of M essrs Cramer. When sung as a solo, the version published in Songs o f the Four N ations should be used.

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50 GOD SAVE T H E K IN G

1G od sav e o u r g r a c io u s K in g , L o n g liv e ou r noble K in g ,

G od sav e th e K in g ! S en d h im v ic to r io u s , H a p p y an d g lo r io u s , L o n g to r e ig n o v e r u s ;

G od save th e K in g !

2O L o rd o u r G od, a r i s e , S c a t te r o u r en em ies

A n d m ak e th e m fa l l ; C o n fo u n d th e i r p o l i t ic s, F r u s t r a t e th e i r k n a v is h t r i c k s , O n T h e e o u r h o p e s w e f ix .

O h , sa v e u s a l l !

3T h y c h o ic e s t g i f t s in s to re O n h im b e p le a se d to p o u r ;

L o n g m ay h e r e ig n ; M a y h e d efend o u r la w s , A n d e v e r g iv e u s c a u se T o s in g w i th h e a r t an d voice.

G od save th e K in g !

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51 THE G IRL I L E F T BEHIND ME

U nknow n, c. 1759 O ld I rish

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I'm lonesome since I c ro ss 'd the h illAnd o'er the m oor and valley;

Such heavy th o u g h ts my h e a rt do f il l ,Since p a rtin g w ith my Sally .

I seek no m ore the fine or gay,For each does bu t remind me

How sw ift th e hours did p a ss away. W ith the g ir l I left behind me.

2Oh! ne'er sh a ll I forget the n igh t,

The s ta rs w ere b righ t above me, And gently lent th e ir s i lv 'ry lig h t,

W hen f ir s t she vow' d to love m e. B ut now I'm bound to B righ ton camp;

K ind Heaven, then pray guide me, And b rin g me safely back aga in

To the g irl I left behind me.

3H er golden h a ir , in r in g le ts fair,

H er eyes like diamonds sh in in g , H er slender w aist, w ith c a rr ia g e chaste,

M ay leave the sw an rep in ing . Ye gods above! oh, h ea r my prayer,

To my beauteous fa ir to bind me, And send me safely back again

To the g ir l I left behind me.

4The bee sh a ll honey ta s te no m ore.

The dove become a ran g e r, The fa llin g w aves shall cease to roar,

E re I sh a ll seek to change her.The vows we re g is te r 'd above

Shall ever cheer and bind me,In constancy to h e r I love,

The g ir l I left behind me.

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52 GODDESSES T H R E E *

T ra n s la te d from th e F ren ch O ffenbach

* By kind perm ission of M essrs C happell, who publish (under th e t i t l e o f "T he Judgement o f P aris") an edition for so lo -sing ing .

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G oddesses th ree to Ida w ent, Im m orta l s tr ife to se ttle there; E ach upon v ic to ry w as b e n t, And each the palm of beau ty would wear.

E v-o-e! w onderful w aysHave these goddesses now and then ; E v -o -e ! w onderful w ays For subduing the h e a r ts of m en. (twice)

2W andering idly th ro u g h a wood, A handsom e shepherd they beheld; A ll amazed the shepherd stood; An apple in h is hand he held.

E v -o -e ! . . . . .

3"H ither, O! h ith e r come," they cried; "And te ll u s yo u r opinion, s ir ; W h ic h is the fa ire s t, p ray decide, And give the golden apple to her."

E v - o - e ! . . . . .

4Said the f ir s t, " I am w ondrous w ise; Of all a tta in m en ts I can boast; To M inerva give the prize, M inerva su re ly m erits i t most!"

E v -o -e ! . . . . .

5Said the second, " I 'm the queen. O 'er gods and men I hold my sw ay; Shepherd, m ark my royal m ien; Juno su re ly w in s the day."

E v - o - e ! . . . . .

6A h! bu t the th ird one, ah! th e th ird , She on ly raised h e r b eau tifu l eyes. U ttered she not one sing le w ord , Yet she it w as th a t bore o ff the p rize .

E v -o -e ! . . . . . .

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53 TH E GOLDEN VANITY*

T ra d it io n a l T ra d itio n a l

* By kind perm ission o f the E d ito rs (Miss Lucy Broadwood & J. A. F u lle r M aitland , Esq.) and P u b lish e rs (The L eadenha ll P ress) o f E ng lish County Songs, w hose ed ition should be used by so lo -singers .

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T here w as a sh ip cam e from the n o rth coun try , And the nam e of the sh ip w as the Golden V anity , And th ey feared she m igh t be taken by the T u rk ish enemy,

T h a t sa ils upon the Low land, the Low land, T h a t sa ils upon the Low land sea.

2Then up there came a l it tle cab in -boy , And he said to the skipper, "W h a t w ill you give to m e, I f I sw im alongside of the T u rk ish enemy,

And sink her in the Low land sea?"

3"O I w ill g ive you s ilv e r and I w ill give you gold, And my only d au g h te r your b ride to be, I f you'll sw im alongside o f the T u rk ish enemy,

And sink her in the Low land sea ."

4T hen the boy made him ready, and overboard sp ra n g he, And he swam alongside of the T u rk ish enemy; And w ith h is auger sha rp in h e r sides he bored holes th ree,

And he sank h e r in the Low land sea.

5Then the boy turned round, and back aga in sw am he, And he cried out to the sk ip p er of the Golden V anity ; B ut the sk ipper did not heed, for h is prom ise he would need;

And he le ft h im in the Low land sea.

6Then the boy swam round, and came to the p o rt side, And he looked up a t h is m essm ates, and b itte r ly he cried; "O m essm ates, tak e me up, for I'm d rif tin g w ith the tide,

And I'm s in k in g in the Lowland sea!"

7Then h is m essm ates took him up, bu t on the deck he died; And they sewed him in h is ham m ock th a t w as so large and wide; And they lowered him overboard b u t he d rifted w ith the tide ,

And he sank beneath the Lowland sea.

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54 GOOD K ING W EN C ESLA S

J. M. N eale T ra d it io n a l

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Good K in g W enceslas look'd out.On th e F east o f Stephen;

W h en the snow lay round about,Deep, and c risp , and even.

B rig h tly shone the moon th a t night,Though the fro st w as cruel,

W hen a poor m an came in sigh t, G athering w in te r fuel.

2"H ither, page, and s tand by me,

I f thou k n o w 's t it, te lling , Yonder peasan t, who is he?

W here and w hat h is dw elling?" "S ire , he lives a good league hence,

U nderneath the m ountain: R igh t ag a in st the forest fence,

B y S a in t A gnes' fo u n ta in ."

3"B rin g me flesh and b ring me w ine,

B rin g me p in e-lo g s h ith e r : Thou and I w ill see him dine,

W hen we b ear them th ith e r" Page and m onarch, fo rth they w ent,

F o rth they w en t together, Through the rude w in d 's w ild lam ent

And the b itte r w ea ther.

4"S ire , the n igh t is darker now,

And the w ind blows stro n g er: F a ils my h e a rt, I know not how:

I can go no longer." "M ark my foo tsteps, good my page;

Tread thou in them boldly: Thou sh a lt find the w in ter's rage

Freeze th y blood less coldly."

5In h is m aste rs s teps he trod ,

W here th e snow lay dinted; H eat w as in the very sod

W hich the S a in t had p rin ted . Therefore, C h ristian men, be sure,

W ealth or ran k possessing , Ye who now w ill bless the poor,

Shall yourselves find blessing.

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55TH E H A R P THAT ONCE THRO' TA RA'S HALLS

M oore O ld I r is h M elody

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The h a rp th a t once through Tara 's h a llsThe soul of m usic shed,

Now hangs as m ute on Tara 's w a lls ,As i f th a t soul w ere f le d

So sleeps the pride of form er days,So g lo ry 's th r i l l is o 'e r;

And h earts , th a t once beat h igh for praise, Now feel th a t pu lse no more.

2No more to ch iefs and ladies b righ t

The h a rp of Tara sw ells; The chord alone, th a t b reaks at n ight,

I ts tale of ru in te lls . T hus Freedom now so seldom wakes,

The only throb she gives, I s w hen some h e a rt ind ignant breaks,

To show th a t s till she lives.

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56 IN T E G E R V ITA E

H o ra c