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SING ME THE ROSARY

Lewis

Now in the stillness of evening,
Now in the sun's fading glow;
Sing me that beautiful song, my dear,
The song that I loved long ago.
Dear to my heart are the mem'ries,
Brought by that tender refrain,
So sing to me "The Rosary,"
I'm longing to hear it again.

Chorus:

Sing me "The Rosary,"
The sweetest song of all,
Sing me "The Rosary,"
And happy days recall.

I drift again to lands of bliss,
Where true loves never part,
Sing me "The Rosary,"

The song that reached my heart.

Used by permission. Words and music copyright by
Frank K. Root & Co., Chicago, Ill.

Columbia Record 1379

OLD UNCLE NED

Dar was an old nigger, an' they called him Uncle Ned; He died long ago, long ago!

He had no wool on de top of his head,

In de place where de wool ought to grow.

Chorus:

Den lay down de shobble and de hoe,
Hang up de fiddle and de bow;

No more hard work for poor ole Ned,
He's gone whar de good niggers go.

His fingers were long, like de cone in de brake,
And he had no eyes for to see!

He had no teeth for to eat a hoe cake,

So he had to let the hoe cake be!

When Uncle Ned died, Massa take it berry bad,
And his tears ran down like de rain;

Ole Missus cry and she look'd bery sad,
Kase she nebber see de ole man again.

Columbia Record 5855

SING, SWEET BIRD

Thornton

Sing, sweet bird, and chase my sorrow,
Let me listen to thy strain,
From thy warblings I can borrow
That which bids me hope again.

Hover still around his dwelling

There is pleasure where thou art:

While the tale of love thou'rt telling,
Say-who can be sad at heart?

Šing, sweet bird, let me listen to thy strain.

Morn and noon and dewy eve,
Anxious for thee I'll wait;
Come thou chorister of Heaven,

Cheer a soul disconsolate.

So shall time fond thoughts awaken,

Joy once more shall live and reign,

And the harp so long forsaken

Yields its dulcet notes again,

While thy tale of love thou'rt telling,
Say-who can be sad at heart?

Šing, sweet bird, let me listen to thy strain.

Columbia Record 5882

SOFTLY NOW THE LIGHT OF DAY

Softly now the light of day
Fades upon my sight away,

Free from care, from labor free,

Lord, we would commune with Thee.

Thou, whose all pervading eye
Naught escapes without, within;

Pardon each infirmity,

Open fault and secret sin.

Soon for us the light of day
Shall forever pass away;

Then from sin and sorrow free,
Take us Lord to dwell with Thee.

Columbia Record 1584

TELEPHONE RECONCILIATION

Harwood

Hello, hello, yes, I'm Major Danby; who is this speaking?

It's me.

Well, I don't know who "me" is. Who is it?

Dick.

I-I don't know you.

Father! Dad! I want so much to speak to you.

I fail to see any reason why you should wish to talk to me. I thought you understood that when we parted three years ago. We parted, as you know, forever. You are no son of mine. I don't know you; ring off.

Dad, dad, just a minute. I want to tell you something. 1 must, please, dad, please.

Understand, if you want me to give you money, you can save yourself the trouble of speaking.

I don't want money, dad, I want-oh, I cannot tell you what I want. I want mother and you and the grip of your hand. In fact, you want me to kill the fatted calf. I thought so. I was lazy, dad, and I got in the wrong steps. I wouldn't work and wouldn't listen to you; but I did not do what you thought I had done.

You tried to break your mother's heart.

I never meant to.

Good God! Never meant to! Then why did you forge that check?

I didn't forge that check.

Don't lie. Why, you confessed to me and I met the debt and paid the hush money to keep you out of prison, and now you say you didn't do it. It's preposterous.

I did not forge that check!

Oh, you're wasting my time and I wish never to see you again. I am going back to America on Saturday.

I'm sorry, father.

I'm not your father.
I sometimes wonder.
What do you mean?

Oh, nothing. I just heard that my father was in England

TELEPHONE RECONCILIATION-Continued

for a few days and I wanted to speak to him just once. I only wanted to say good-bye.

Where are you going to the devil?

No, to the Dardenelles. But it's the same thing.

Oh, to the Dardenelles. What are you in?

Your old regiment, Third battalion. Only a Tommy, but I may improve. I will try.

My old regiment! Why didn't they give you a commission?

They don't know who I am.

Thank God!

But, father, I did not forge that check. I have a letter here from Bob when he was down to the Bay, and he confesses everything. I knew he'd done it, but-oh, I knew he was engaged to Molly and I was fond of her, and being a scapegoat, I took the blame. I swear it, dad.

My boy, my boy.

Well, good-bye, father.

No, no, don't ring off. I want to speak to you.
Yes, dad; yes, dad!

Dick, can you ever forgive me?

What for?

For believing you were such a scoundrel.

I was a rotter, dad, but I did draw the line at dishonesty. My boy, I cannot tell you how I feel to hear you say it.

How is mother, is she all right?

Quite. But how did you know she'd been ill?

She wrote me.

She's written you?

Many times.

Then that was her little secret from me. Well, I'm glad. Tell mother, dad, tell mother dear I'm going to do my duty and I feel at last like a man.

Tell her, you bet I'll tell her. I wish she were here to wish you God speed and a safe return.

And a strong heart?

I will give her that for you. And you have my blessing, Dick. I know you will do the right thing. Fight a good fight, my son, with a steady hand and a stout heart. Remember, the eyes of God are on you. Heed no other. Thanks, dad, I will remember.

Is there anything you want?

No, dad, I'm leaving Charing Cross in about ten minutes. Good-bye.

Good-bye, be damned. I'm coming around to see you! Columbia Record 5746

ONCE IN ROYAL DAVID'S CITY

Gauntlett

Once in royal David's city,
Stood a lowly cattle shed,
Where a mother laid her baby
In a manger for his bed.
Mary was that mother mild,
Jesus Christ her little child.

He came down to earth from heaven,
Who is God and Lord of All.
And His shelter was a stable,

And His cradle was a stall.

With the poor and mean and lowly
Lived on earth our Saviour holy.

And our eyes at last shall see Him,
Through His own redeeming love,
For that child so dear and gentle
Is our Lord in heaven above.
And He leads His children on
To the place where He has gone.

Not in that poor lowly stable,
With the oxen standing by,
We shall see Him; but in heaven,
Set at God's right hand on high,
When like stars His children crowned,
All in white shall wait around.

Amen.

Edison Blue Amberol Record 2768

ONE KISS AND ALL IS O'ER

The twilight shades are falling,
While the world has gone to rest,

And I've come to say good-bye, sweetheart,
But here, tho' fate divides, my dear,
Whate'er betides,

I'll never forget the day we had to part.

Just a lingering_caress before I go;
Just how much I love you, dear,
No one could know.

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