MIKADO-Continued

He's Gone and Married Yum Yum

For he's gone and married Yum Yum,
Your anger pray bury, for all will be merry;
I think you had better succumb,

And join in expressions of glee.

On this subject I pray you be dumb,

Your notions, though many, are not worth a penny, The word for your guidance is "mum."

You've got a good bargain in "mum."

With Joyful Shout

With joyous shout, with joyous shout and ringing cheer,
Inaugurate, inaugurate their new career!
With joyous shout and ringing cheer!
With joyous shout, joyous shout,
With laughing song and merry dance,
With laughing song and merry dance,
With song and dance.

Victor Record 35551 (Part I)

Gentlemen of Japan

If you want to know who we are,
We are gentlemen of Japan;

On many a vase and jar

On many a screen and fan

We figure in lively paint,

Our attitude's queer and quaint,
You're wrong if you think it ain't.

Wandering Minstrel

A wand'ring minstrel, I-
A thing of shreds and patches,
Of ballads, songs and snatches,
And dreamy lullaby-

My catalogue is long,
Thro' ev'ry passion ranging,
And to your humors changing,
I tune my supple song!

MIKADO-Continued
Song of the Sea

And if you call for a song of the sea,
We'll heave the capstan 'round,
With a yo, heave ho, for the wind is free,
Her anchor's stripped and her helm's alee;
Hurrah for the homeward bound.

Moon Song

Ah, pray make no mistake,
We are not shy;

We're very wide awake,

The moon and I.

Emperor of Japan
Mikado:

From every kind of man obedience I expect,
I'm the Emperor of Japan.

Katisha:

And I'm his daughter-in-law!

He'll marry his son

(He's only got one)

To his daughter-in-law elect.

Bow, bow to his daughter-in-law elect.

Mikado:

Except his daughter-in-law-elect!
As tough as a bone

With a will all her own

Is his daughter-in-law elect!

Bow, bow to his daughter-in-law elect.

My Object All Sublime

My object all sublime,

I shall achieve in time,

To let the punishment fit the crime,

The punishment fit the crime.
And make each pris'ner sent
Unwillingly present

A source of merriment,
Of innocent merriment.

Victor Record 35551 (Part II)

MIKADO-Continued

Madrigal

Brightly dawns our wedding day;
Joyous hour, we give thee greeting;
Whither, whither, whither art thou fleeting?
Fickle moment, prithee stay!

What though mortals' joys be hollow,

Pleasures come, if sorrows follow;

Though the tocsin sound ere long,

Yet until the shadows fall,

Over one and over all,

Sing a merry madrigal,
Fa la, tra la, la la.

Columbia Record 5861

OH, TO BE KEPT FOR JESUS

Cherry

Oh, to be kept for Jesus, kept by the pow'r of God;
Kept from the world unspotted, treading where Jesus trod.

Chorus:

Oh, to be kept for Jesus, Lord, at Thy feet I fall,

I would be nothing, nothing, nothing; Thou shalt be all in all.

Oh, to be kept for Jesus! Oh, to be all His own,
Kept to be His forever, kept to be His alone!

Columbia Record 5148

MINSTREL BOY

Moore

The minstrel boy to war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him,
His father's sword he has girded on
And his wild harp slung behind him.
"Land of song!" said the warrior bard,
"Tho' all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"

The minstrel fell, but the foeman's chain
Could not bring his proud soul under;
The harp he loved ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder,

And said, "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery!

Thy songs were made for the pure and free;
They shall never sound in slavery!"

Columbia Record 1144

MOLLY BAWN

Lover

Oh! Molly Bawn, why leave me pining,
All lonely waiting here for you,
While the stars above are brightly shining,
Because they've nothing else to do;
The flowers late were open keeping
To try a rival blush with you,

But their Mother Nature set them sleeping,
With their rosy faces wash'd with dew.
Oh! Molly Bawn, why leave me pining,
All lonely waiting here for you?

The stars above are brightly shining,
Because they've nothing else to do.

Now the pretty flowers were made to bloom, dear,
And the pretty stars were made to shine,

And the pretty girls were made for the boys, dear,
And maybe you were made for mine.

The wicked watch dog here is snarling,
He takes me for a thief, you see,

For he knows I'd steal you, Molly darling,
And then transported I should be.
Oh! Molly Bawn, etc.

Victor Record 74175

MOLLIE BRANNIGAN

Ma'am dear, did ye never hear of pretty Mollie Brannigan? In troth, then, she's left me and I'll never be a man again, Not a spot on my hide will a summer's sun e'er tan again, Since Molly dear has left me here alone for to die.

The place where my heart was you'd easy grow a turnip in, "Tis the size of all Dublin and from Dublin to the Divil's glen, If she wish'd to take another, sure she might have left mine back again,

And not have left me here all alone for to die.

Ma'am dear, I remember when the milking time was past and gone,

We walked through the meadow when she swore I was the only one

That ever she could love; but, oh! the base and cruel one,

For all that she's left me here alone to die.

Ma'am dear, I remember when coming home the rain began, I wrapt my frieze-coat 'round her, an' ne'er a waistcoat I

had on,

My shirt was rather fine drawn, but oh, the false and cruel

one,

For all that she's left me here alone for to die.

The left side of my carcass is as weak as water gruel, ma'am, There's not a pick upon my bones since Molly proved so cruel, ma'am;

Oh! if I had a blunder-gun, I'd go an' fight a duel, ma'am, For sure I'd better shoot myself than live here to die.

I'm cool an' determined as any salamander, Ma'am, Won't you come to my wake, when I go the long meander, ma'am?

I'll think myself as valiant as the famous Alexander, ma'am, When I hear ye cryin' o'er me, "Arrah, why did ye die"? Victor Record 2216

SONGS MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME

Songs my mother taught me in the days long vanish'd,
Seldom from her eyelids were the teardrops banish'd,
Now I teach my children each melodious measure,

Oft the tears are flowing, oft they flow from my mem'ry's

treasure.

Victor Record 88485