SERVANT GIRLS-Continued I should say it is. Say, can you keep a secret? Well, I am going to be married tonight. All right. Victor Record 17612 SWEET COOKIE MINE When I was young I loved my lollipops, To me they were a treat, I loved my honey jam and chocolate drops, 'Cause you're the sweetest thing I ever knew, To find a name that's sweet enough for you, Chorus: When I look in your eyes here's what I'm thinking of, If you were only wise you'd know the sweet I love, Sometimes I feel I could steal as I did long before When I stole Ma's cookies from behind the pantry door, cookie, Sweet cookie mine-sweet cookie mine. I loved sweet cookies since I was a child, And always got my fill, Sweet cookie always sort of makes me wild, And now I know they always will. I've called my beaux some pretty names, that's true, You should have seen them fall, But this is one that I have saved for you 'Cause it's the sweetest name of all. Victor Record 18350 Used by permission, words and music copyright 1917 by Frank K. Root & Co., Chicago, Ill. SOLDIER REST “Lady of the Lake” Scott Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Dream of battle fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking, In our isles enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fancy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er, No rude sounds shall reach thine ear, Mustering clan or squadron tramping, And the bittern sounds his drum, Booming from the sedgy shallow. Here's no war steeds' neigh and champing, Huntsman, rest! the chase is done, While our slumbrous spells assail ye; Dream not with the rising sun, Bugles here shall sound reveille. Sleep! the deer is in his den, Sleep! thy hounds are by thee lying, Victor Record 17987 VILLAGE BLACKSMITH Longfellow Under the spreading chestnut tree His hair is crisp, and black and long, His brow is wet with honest sweat, And looks the whole world in the face, Week in, week out, from morn till night, And children coming home from school They love to see the flaming forge, And watch the burning sparks that fly He goes on Sunday to his church He hears the parson pray and preach, Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more How in the grave she lies; And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. VILLAGE BLACKSMITH-Continued Toiling-rejoicing-sorrowing, Thanks, thanks, to thee, my worthy friend, Then on its sounding anvil shaped Victor Record 18161 SERENADE Schubert Through the leaves the night winds moving, Murmur low and sweet! To the chamber window roving, Silent prayers of blissful feeling, On the breath of music stealing, Moonlight on the earth is sleeping, Where the darling streams are creeping, Dearest, let us go. All the stars keep watch in heaven, While I sing to thee, And the light for love was given, Dearest, come to me. Chorus: Sadly in the forest mourning, And the heart for thee is yearning, Columbia Record 5799 "Tis but a little faded flow'r, "Twill bring me back one golden hour Where is the heart that doth not keep Some fond remembrance, hidden deep Of days that are no more. Who hath not saved some trifling thing, More prized than jewels rare? A faded flow'r, a broken ring, A tress of golden hair. Used by permission of Wm. A. Pond & Co., 18 West 37th St., New York City. Full words and music from the owners. Columbia Record 5846 |