TURKEY IN THE STRAW Say, Jackson, dat certainly am a sweet tune. I love de old time songs. Dey don't write songs like de old time songs any mo'. Indeed, dey don't. Dere's my old Kentucky home. Dat was a good one. And den Home, Sweet Home, dat was a good one. Yas, sah, dat was a good one, but ah never did have no home. Talking about de old songs reminds me of about fifteen years ago when I went out to Kansas with my little dog Butch and my jackass to raise up de corn and cabbage and watermelon and buckwheat. Three weeks after I was out there little Butch died and left me on the farm with my jackass. Three months after dat the jackass was out in the clover field and he ate so much clover that he got the colic and laid down on the ground and moaned and moaned and passed away. He left me all alone on de farm. Are you a friend to me? Ah certainly is. Please sing me a small stanza of My Old Kentucky Home. Say, coon, are you all making fun of me? singing? Course dat was me singing. Was dat you I thought it was an alligator sneezing over in de creek yonder. Well, I will try it once more. Oh, de sun shines bright Oh, oh, don't sing no mo'. You make me think of the way my old jackass moaned and moaned when he done died. Victor Record 16390 SONS OF OLD BRITANNIA Colledge When men at home have belted on their steel, And the last farewells and Godspeeds have been told, So cheer men in red, men in blue, men in brown, Waiting for the signal that will rouse us one and all. SONS OF OLD BRITANNIA-Continued When we meet the foe our hearts are beating high, Thanking God they have given us the chance. Our battle ships are guarding England's shore, On land we know there's duty to be done, When our country calls for others we will give them more, And fill the ranks 'till every fight is won. So cheer men in red, men in blue, men in brown, Sons of old Britannia salute the King and Crown; Let us cheer their women folk and banish all their tears, God save the King and bless our volunteers. Chorus: So cheer men in red, men in blue, men in brown, All rights reserved. Copyright. Property of Cary & Co., 13 Mortimer St., London, England. Edison Blue Amberol Record 23362 TWENTY-THIRD PSALM The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want; He restoreth my soul. He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For Thou art with me, Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Victor Record 16362 UNDER SOUTHERN SKIES Trahem The sweet magnolias are in bloom, Far o'er the hills the setting sun Is swinging in the ivy vines He whispers to her soft and low, "I will always love you, dear, Chorus: You'll hear the darkies singing The pickaninnies dancing, To see who'll win the prize, In the evening by the moonlight Under Southern skies. The moon shines bright, a happy throng, Is playing on the green; They join the merry games and song, 'Tis joyous Hallowe'en. They crowd around the cabin door, And ask old Mammy Kate To tell the maxims old, once more, So they can learn their fate. Each maiden there then finds some way As most all sweethearts do To see if all the games they play Every wish she made came true, Under Southern skies. Edison Blue Amberol Record 1894 Copyright by Vandersloot Music Publ. Co., Williamsport, Pa. SOLDIER'S FAREWELL Kinkel How can I bear to leave thee, Chorus: Farewell, farewell, my own true love, Ne'er more may I behold thee, I think of thee with longing, Think thou when tears are thronging, I'll whisper soft while dying. Victor Record 16039 SHALL WE GATHER AT THE RIVER Shall we gather at the river Where bright angel feet have trod, With its crystal tide forever, Chorus: Yes, we'll gather at the river, Ere we reach the shining river, And provide a robe and crown. Soon we'll reach the silver river, Victor Record 16261 SERVANT GIRLS Well, good morning, Miss Maude, yer look awful good today. Why, good morning, Miss Mandy, how you comin' on? Oh, mighty fine. Be you workin' all de time now? Who yer workin' fer now? Ise workin' for Judge Gildermahsleeve. Does dey treat you good? Oh, they treats me serustious. Have you got many children to look after? Oh, 'bout eleven. Oh, dat's hard work. Why, you're lookin' mighty well, too. Why, I'm feelin' splendid. Who you workin' for now? I'm workin' fer de banker up on the hill. Let me see, what's his name? Mr. Discount Gimme. Mr. Discount Gimme, ho, ho, ho. Oh, say, there was a very peculiar incident happened to me. Why, what was that? Well, the other day I went over to the depot to meet my mistress and the train was forty minutes late. There was a lady sittin' across from me all dressed in black cryin' as if her poor heart was broken. I went across to her and I said, "Lady, can I do anything for you?" She said, "Oh, no, nobody can do anything for me now.' I said, "Can't I get you a glass of water?" She said, “No, thank you." I said, "Well, what are you crying about?" She said, "Oh, I was married when I was eighteen years of age and my first husband only lived six months and I had his body cremated. After being a widow for two years I married my second husband and he only lived ten months and I had his body cremated. I married my third husband and we had only been married three months and he died and I am now taking his body to have it cremated." I went back to my seat and sat down and I started to cry. Oh, you could hear me crying for a mile. The lady that was dressed in mourning saw me crying and she came over to me and says, "Why are you crying?" I said, "I am crying to think that I am thirtyseven years of age and never have been married in my life, while you have husbands to burn." My, it's awful nice to be married. |