AFTER THE BALL (Charles K. Harris) A little maiden climbed an old man's knee Begged for a story, "Do, Uncle, please!" Why are you single? Why live alone? Have you no babies? Have you no home?" "I had a sweetheart, years, years ago Where she is now, pet, you will soon know. List to the story, I'll tell it all I believ'd her faithless, after the ball." cho: After the ball is over, After the break of morn, After the dancers' leaving; After the stars are gone; Many a heart is aching If you could read them all; Many the hopes that have vanished After the ball. Bright lights were flashing in the grand ballroom Softly the music playing sweet tunes; There came my sweetheart, my love, my own, "I wish some water, leave me alone." When I returned, dear, there stood a man Kissing my sweetheart, as lovers can. Down fell the glass, pet, broken, that's all Just as my heart was, after the ball. Long years have passed, child, I've never wed True to my lost love, though she is dead. She tried to tell me, tried to explain I would not listen, pleadings were vain. One day a letter came from that man, He was her brother, the letter ran; That's why I'm lonely, no home at all I broke her heart, pet, after the ball. THE BAND PLAYED ON (John Palmer and Charles Ward) Matt Casey formed a social club that beat the town for style, And hired for a meeting place a hall; When payday came around each week they greased the floor with wax And danced with noise and vigor at the ball. Each Saturday you'd see them dressed up in Sunday clothes Each lad would have his sweetheart by his side, When Casey led the first grand march they all would fall in line Behind the man who was their joy and pride, For cho: Casey would waltz with a strawberry blonde And the band play'd on. He'd glide 'cross the floor with the girl he adored And the band play'd on. But his brain was so loaded it nearly exploded The poor girl would shake with alarm. He'd ne'er leave the girl with the strawberry curls And the band played on. Such kissing in the corner and such whisp'ring in the hall, And telling tales of love behind the stairs. As Casey was the favorite and he that ran the ball, Of kissing and lovemaking did his share. At twelve o'clock exactly they all would fall in line Then march down to the dining hall and eat. But Casey would not join them although ev'ry thing was fine, But he stayed upstairs and exercise his feet, For cho: Now when the dance was over and the band played Home Sweet Home, They played a tune at Casey's own request. He thank'd them very kindly for the favors they had shown, Then he'd waltz once with the girl that he loved best. Most all the friends are married that Casey used to know, And Casey too has taken him a wife. The blond he used to waltz and glide with on the ball room floor, Is happy Missis Casey now for life, For cho: BILL BAILEY (Hughie Cannon) One one summer's day, Sun was shinin' fine, The lady love of old Bill Bailey Was hangin' clothes on the line In her back yard, and weeping hard. She married a B&O brakeman That took and throwed her down, Bellerin' like a prune-fed calf With a big gang hanging 'round And to that crowd, she hollered loud: cho: Won't you come home, Bill Bailey Won't you come home? She moans the whole day long. I'll do the cookin', darling I'll pay the rent, I know I've done you wrong; 'Member that rainy eve that I threw you out, With nothing but a fine-tooth comb? I know I'm to blame, Well, ain't that a shame Bill Bailey won't you please come home. Bill drove by that door In an automobile, A great big diamond, coach and footman Hear that big wench squeal. "He's all alone," I heard her groan. She hollered through that door "Bill Bailey, is you sore? Stop a minute; won't you listen to me? Won't I see you no more?" Bill winked his eye As he heard her cry: THE CAT CAME BACK (Harry S. Miller) Am E7 Am E7 There was old Mr. Johnson, he had trouble of his own Am E7 Am E7 He had a yaller cat that wouldn't leave its home Am Dm Am E7 He tried everything he knew to keep the cat away Am E7 Am E7 Even sent it to the preacher and he told it for to stay CHO: But the cat came back, couldn't stay no longer Am Dm Am E7 Yes, the cat came back the very next day Am Dm Am E7 The cat came back, thought he was a goner Am Dm Am E7 Am Dm Am E7 But the cat came back for it wouldn't stay away The cat did have some company one night out in the yard Someone throwed a boot-jack, and they throwed it mighty hard Caught the cat behind the ear, she thought it rather slight When along there comes a brickbat and it knocked it out of sight ****** On a telegraph wire the birds were sitting in a bunch He saw an even number,said he'd have 'em for his lunch Climbed softly up the pole until he reached the top Put his foot upon the 'lectric wire, tied him in a knot They threw him in the kennel where the dog was asleep And the bones of cats lay piled in a heap That kennel burst apart and the dog flew out the side With his ears chewed off and holes in his hide They sneaked him in a shop with the butcher not around And they dropped him in the hopper where the meat was ground The cat despaired with a blood-curdling shriek And that shops hamburger tasted furry for a week They put him in a cotton sack and gave him to a girl Who'd started on a bicycle all around the world Well, over there in China a terrible wreak was found She's singing now in heaven with the angels all around Now this cat was a terror and they thought it would be best To give him to a feller who was going way out west Train ran round a curve and hit a broken rail Not a blessed soul aboard that train lived to tell the tale The cat was a possessor of a family all its own With seven little kittens till there was a cyclone Blew the houses all apart and tossed the cat around The air was full of kittens and not a one was found Away across the ocean they did send the cat at last Vessel only out a day and taking water fast People all began to pray, the boat began to toss A great big gust of wind came by and every soul was lost They gave the cat to a man in a balloon And told him to give him to the man in the moon But the balloon it busted and everybody said Ten miles away they picked the man up dead At last they found a way this cat to really fix They put him in an orange crate on highway 66 Come a ten ton truck with a twenty ton load Scattered pieces of that orange crate a mile down the road They put him on a boat bound for Sidneytown They thought with all that rain there he'd surely drowned When the rain came down for the 92nd day That whole darn city just a floated out the bay The farmer on the corner said he'd shoot that cat on sight Loaded up his shotgun full of nails and dynamite And he hid in the garden till the cat came round But 97 pieces of that man were all they found They put him on the White House lawn, I'll tell the reason why With all the golfballs flying, they thought he'd surely die Well the very next morning, what do you think they found 64 squirrels lying dead upon the ground Gave him to a little boy with a dollar note Who was going out to sea in an open boat They tied a rock around his neck, it must have weighed a pound Now they're dragging up the river, cause the little boy was drowned They took him down to Cape Canaveral and they put him into place And they shot him in a satellite way up into space They thought that the cat was beyond human reach And then they got a phone call from Miami Beach DAISY BELL OR A BICYCLE MADE FOR TWO (Written and Composed by Harry Dacre) There is a flower within my heart Daisy, Daisy Planted one day by a glancing dart Planted by Daisy Bell Whether she loves me or loves me not, Sometimes it's hard to tell; Yet I am longing to share the lot Of Beautiful Daisy Bell cho: Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do! I'm half crazy, all for the love of you! It won't be a stylish marriage, I can't afford a carriage. But you'll look sweet on the seat Of a bicycle built for two! We will go "tandem" as man and wife Daisy, Daisy! "Ped'ling" away down the road of life, I and my Daisy Bell! When the road's dark we can both despise P'licemen and lamps as well; There are "bright lights" in the dazzling eyes Of beautiful Daisy Bell! Ch I will stand by you in "wheel" or woe, Daisy, Daisy! You'll be the bell(e) which I'll ring, you know! Sweet little Daisy Bell! You'll take the "lead" in each "trip" we take, Then if I don't do well I will permit you to use the break, My beautiful Daisy Bell! Sung by Miss Katie Lawrence Published by Francis, Day and Hunter, 1892 GIVE MY REGARDS TO BROADWAY (George M. Cohan) Did you ever see two Yankees part upon a foreign shore When the good ship's just about to start for Old New York once more? With tear dimmed eye they say goodbye, They're friends without a doubt; When the man on the pier Shouts, "Let them clear," as the ship strikes out CHO: Give my regards to Broadway, remember me to Herald Square, Tell all the gang at Forty-Second street, that I will soon be there; Whisper of how I'm yearning, To mingle with the old time throng, Give my regards to old Broadway And say that I'll be there e'er long. Say hello to dear old Coney Isle, if there you chance to be, When you're at the Waldorf have a smile and charge it up to me; Mention my name ev'ry place you go, as 'round the town you roam; Wish you'd call on my gal, Now remember old pal, when you get back home. THERE'LL BE A HOT TIME (WORDS: Joe Hayden MUS: Theo. A. Metz) Come along, get you ready Wear your bran', bran' new gown For there's gwine to be a meeting In that good, good old town Where you knowded everybody And they all knowded you And you've got a rabbit's foot To keep away de hoo-doo. When you hear that the preaching does begin Bend down low for to drive away your sin And when you gets religion, you want to shout and sing There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight, My baby cho: When you hear dem a bells go ding ling ling All join 'round and sweetly you must sing And when the verse am through in the chorus all join in There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight. There'll be girls for ev'ry body: In that good, good old town, For there's Miss Consola Davis And there's Miss Gondolia Brown And there's Miss Johanna Beasly She am dressed all in red, I just hugged her and I kissed her And to me then she said: Please oh please, oh do not let me fall, You're all mine and I love you best of all, And you must be my man, or I'll have no man at all, There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight, My baby, In My Merry Oldsmobile (Words: Vincent Bryan, Music: Gus Edwards) Young Johnnie Steele has an Oldsmobile. He loves a dear little girl. She is the queen of his gas machine. She has his heart in a whirl. Now when they go for a spin, you know, She tries to learn his auto, so He lets her steer while he gets her ear, And whispers soft and low; Chorus: Come away with my Lucile In my merry Oldsmobile Down the road of life we’ll fly Automo-bubbling you and I. To the church we’ll swiftly steal, Then our wedding bells will peal, You can go as far you like with me, In my merry Oldsmobile. They love to spark in the dark old park, As they go flying along, She says she knows why his motor goes; The sparker’s awfully strong. Each day they spoon to the engine’s tune, Their honeymoon will happen soon, He’ll win Lucile with his Oldsmobile And then he’ll fondly croon; Ch IN THE GOOD OLD SUMMER TIME (Ren Shields and George Evans) There's a time in each year that we always hold dear, Good old summer time; With the birds and the trees and sweet scented breezes, Good old summer time. When your day's work is over then you are in clover, And life is one beautiful rhyme, No trouble annoying, each one is enjoying The good old summertime. Cho: In the good old summer time, In the good old summer time, Strolling thro' the shady lanes, With your baby mine; You hold her hand and she holds yours, And that's a very good sign, That she's your tootsey wootsey In the good old summe rtime, To swim in the pool you'd play hooky from school Good old summer time. You'd play "ring-a-rosie" with Jim, Kate and Josie Good old summer time. Those days full of pleasure we now fondly treasure When we never thought it a crime To go stealing cherries with face brown as berries Good old summer time. Love's Old Sweet Song (WORDS: G. Clifton Bingham MUSIC: J. L. Molloy) 1884 Once in the dear dead days beyond recall When on the world the mists began to fall, Out of the dreams that rose in happy throng, Low to our hearts Love sang an old sweet song; And in the dusk where fell the firelight gleam, Softly it wove itself into our dream. Ch: Just a song at twilight, when the lights are low And the flick'ring shadows softly come and go, Tho' the heart be weary, sad the day and long Still to us at twilight comes Love's old song. Comes Love's old sweet song. Even today we hear Love's song of yore, Deep in our hearts it dwells forever more Footsteps may falter, weary grow the way, Still we can hear it at the close of day, So till the end when life's dim shadows fall, Love will be found the sweetest song of all. Ch Meet Me In St. Louis*, Louis* (Words: Andrew B. Sterling Music: Kerry Mills) * Composers' Note: In every instance, "Louis" is pronounced "Louie." When Louis came home to the flat, He hung up his coat and his hat, He gazed all around, but no wifey he found, So he said "Where can Flossie be at?" A note on the table he spied, He read it just once, then he cried. It ran, "Louis, dear, it's too slow for me here, So I think I will go for a ride." Ch: "Meet me in St. Louis, Louis, Meet me at the fair, Don't tell me the lights are shining, Any place but there, We will dance the Hoochee Koochee, I will be your tootsie wootsie; Meet me in St. Louis, Louis, Meet me at the fair." The dresses that hung in the hall, Were gone, she had taken them all, She took all his rings and the rest of his things; The picture he missed from the wall. "What! Moving!" the janitor said, "Your rent is paid three months ahead!" "What good is the flat?" said poor Louis, "Read that." And the janitor smiled as he read. Ch SIDEWALKS OF NEW YORK (James W. Blake and Charles E. Lawlor) Down in front of Casey's old brown wooden stoop, On a summer's evening, we formed a merry group; Boys and girls together, we would sing and waltz While the "Ginnie" played the organ on the sidewalks of New York. cho: East side, west side, all around the town, The tots sang "ring-a-rosie," "London Bridge is falling down." Boys and girls together, me and Mamie Rorke Tripped the light fantastic on the sidewalks of New York. That's where Johnny Casey, and little Jimmy Crowe With Jakey Krause the baker, who always had the dough, Pretty Nellie Shannon, with a dude as light as cork First picked up the waltz step on the sidewalks of New York. Things have changed since those times, some are up in "G" Others they are wand'rers. But they all feel just like me, They would part with all they've got, could they once more walk With their best girl and have a twirl on the sidewalks of New York. PowerSearch for WHERE THE RIVER SHANNON FLOWS at: Help WHERE THE RIVER SHANNON FLOWS (James I. Russell) C There's a pretty spot in Ireland F C I always claim for my land a e D G Where the fairies and the blarney will never, never die C C7 It's the land of the shillalah F C My heart goes back there daily F C G7 C To the girl I left behind me when we kissed and said goodbye. Ch: F C Where dear old Shannon's flowing F C Where the three-leaved Shamrock's grows a e D G Where my heart is I am going to my little Irish rose C C7 And the moment that I meet her F C With a hug and kiss I'll greet her F C G7 C For there's not a colleen sweeter where the River Shannon flows. Sure no letter I'll be mailing For soon will I be sailing And I'll bless the ship that takes me to my dear old Erin's shore There I'll settle down forever I'll leave the old sod never And I'll whisper to my sweetheart "Come and take my name Asthore." The Yankee Doodle Boy (George M. Cohan) I'm the kid that's all the candy, I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy, I'm glad I am. So's Uncle Sam. I'm a real live Yankee Doodle, made my name and fame and boodle, Just like Mister Doodle did, by riding on a pony. I love to listen to the Dixie strain, "I long to see the girl I left behind me;" And that ain't a josh, she's a Yankee, by gosh. Oh say can you see anything about a Yankee that's a phony? Ch: I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy, a Yankee Doodle do or die; A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam's, born on the Fourth of July. I've got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart, she's my Yankee Doodle joy. Yankee Doodle came to London just to ride the ponies; I am the Yankee Doodle boy. Father's name was Hezikiah, Mother's name was Ann Maria, Yanks through and through. Red, white and blue. Father was so Yankee hearted, when the Spanish war was started, He slipped on his uniform and hopped upon a pony. My mother's mother was a Yankee true, my father's father was a Yankee too; And that's going some, for the Yankees by gum. Oh say can you see anything about my pedigree that's phony? Ch ON THE BANKS OF THE WABASH, FAR AWAY (Paul Dresser) 'Round my Indiana homestead wave the cornfields, In the distance loom the woodlands clear and cool, Often times my thoughts revert to scenes of childhood, Where I first received my lessons, Nature's school. But one thing there is missing in the picture, Without her face it seems so incomplete. I long to see my mother in the doorway, As she stood there years ago, her boy to greet. Ch: Oh, the moonlight's fair tonight along the Wabash, From the fields there comes the breath of new-mown hay. Through the sycamores the candle lights are gleaming, On the banks of the Wabash, far away. Many years have passed since I strolled by the river, Arm in arm, with sweetheart Mary by my side. It was there I tried to tell her that I loved her, It was there I begged of her to be my bride. Long years have passed since I strolled thro' the churchyard, She's sleeping there my angel Mary, dear. I loved her but she thought I didn't mean it. Still I'd give my future were she only here. Ch