WHEN THE GREEN LEAVES TURN TO GOLD-Continued

Chorus:

When the green leaves turn to gold, I will be with you,
For my thoughts are ever of you as of old;

When we meet again, 'twill be to part no more, dear,
I'll be with you when the green leaves turn to gold.

Molly, dear, do you recall, the day we parted,
How you clung to me and begg'd me not to go;
But my duty called me and I had to leave you,
Although my heart was breaking for I love you so.
And the love is still as strong, dear, as 'twas ever,

Though I think that time has made it stronger still; And in fancy I can hear our wedding bells chime, For when I ask you to be mine I know you will. Used by permission of Koninsky Music Co., Troy, N. Y., owners of copyright, from whom full words and music may be obtained.

Edison Blue Amberol Record 2491

WE'D BETTER BIDE A WEE

Claribel

The puir auld folk at hame, ye mind,
Are frail and failing sair,

And weel I ken they'd miss me, lad,
Gin I came hame nae mair.

The grist is oot, the times are hard,
The kine are only three,

I canna leave the auld folk noo,
We'd better bide a wee;

I canna leave the auld folk noo,
We'd better bide a wee.

I fear me sair they're failing baith,
For when I sit a-part,

They'll talk o' Heaven sae earnestly

It well nigh breaks me heart.

So laddie, dinna urge me mair,
It surely winna be,

I canna leave the auld folk noo,
We'd better bide a wee;

I canna leave the auld folk noo,
We'd better bide a wee.

Edison Blue Amberol Record

YOU'RE ALL THE WORLD TO ME

Night time is day time, winter is Maytime,
When hearts begin to care.

All life is new then, our dreams come true then
And all the world seems so fair,
There is a secret you ought to know,
I'll whisper it sweet and low.

Chorus:

You're all the world to someone,
Someone who loves you dear,
You're all the world to someone,
Listen and you shall hear.
Won't you be all to someone,
All that true love can be?

Oh, give me, dear, your answer,
You're all the world to me.

Pathe Record 10070

Used by permission. Words and music copyright 1915 by Frank K. Root & Co., Chicago, Ill.

WAIT TILL THE CLOUDS ROLL BY

Jenny, my own true loved one,

I'm going far from thee;

Out on the bounding billows,

Out on the dark blue sea.

How I will miss you, my darling,

There when the storm is raging high,

Jenny, my own true lov'd one,

Wait 'till the clouds roll by.

Chorus:

Wait 'till the clouds roll by, Jenny,
Wait 'till the clouds roll by;
Jenny, my own true loved one,

Wait 'till the clouds roll by.

Jenny, I'll keep your image
Within my heart so true,
Each thought of mine forever,
Still, love, shall be of you.

Dry, then, your tear drops, my darling,

Soon will the night of sorrow fly,

Cheer up, and don't be lonely,

Wait till the clouds roll by.

Victor Record 16928

ZIP COON

I went down to Sandy Hook de oder arternoon,
I went down to Sandy Hook de oder arternoon,
I went down to Sandy Hook de oder arternoon,
And de fust man I met dar was ole Zip Coon.

Ole Zip Coon is a very learned scholar,
Ole Zip Coon is a very learned scholar,

Ole Zip Coon is a very learned scholar,

And he plays upon de banjo Cooney in de holler.

Victor Record 35568

WE'LL ALWAYS BE THE SAME SWEETHEARTS

Newman

A youth and maiden wandered

In life's sweet golden May,

A gentle breeze was sighing,
Just at the close of day.

He told the old story,

Of the love that would not fade,

And in the summer twilight

She listened while he said:

Chorus:

We'll always be the same sweethearts,
Just you and I;

We'll always be the same sweethearts,
Until we die.

Tho' years may come, tho' years may go,
With many a tear and smile,

We'll always be the same sweethearts,
Just you and I.

The years have passed by slowly,
They climbed life's rugged hill,
The downward turn they're taking,
But love each other still.

They're getting old and feeble,

Their hair is silver gray,

But through all joy and sorrow,

He still can fondly say:

Copyright, 1911, by Will Rossiter, Chicago, Ill.

Edison Diamond Disc Record 80151

YOUR DEAR OLD DAD WAS IRISH

Hargreaves

The troop ship was waiting as friends said good-bye,
The boys were departing 'midst many a sigh,

A young Irish soldier erect in his place,

Was eager to fight for the cause of his race.
An old Chelsea pensioner crept to his side,

His form bent and feeble, his face flushed with pride,
Murmured, "My lad, when you're facing the foe,
Remember your breeding and let them all know":

Chorus:

Your dear old dad was Irish, your mother came from Wales, Your granddad was a Scotchman from the bonnie hieland

dales,

So remember when you're fighting when foreign bullets whiz,
You've got the blood in you to keep Old England where she is.

Take this bunch of shamrock and guard it with pride,
The rose of Old England, keep them side by side;

If any one asks what their meaning can be,
Just say they're an emblem of sweet liberty.

The bugle then sounded, the partings were o'er,
And how those boys fought on that far distant shore,
An old soldier thought as of victory he read

Of the shamrock, the rose, and the words he had said.
Edison Blue Amberol Record 23351
Complete copies, words and music may be had from the pub-
lishers, Lawrence Wright Music Co., 8 Denmark St., Char-
ing Cross, London, England.

WHEN THE SWALLOWS HOMEWARD FLY

Abt

When the swallows homeward fly,
When the roses scattered lie;
When from neither hill nor dale,
Chants the silv'ry nightingale,
In these words my bleeding heart
Would to thee its grief depart;
When I thus thy image lose,
Can I, ah, can I, e'er know repose.

WHEN THE SWALLOWS HOMEWARD FLY-Continued

Hush, my heart, why thus complain,
Thou must, too, thy woes contain;
Though on earth no more we rove,
Loudly breathing vows of love.
Thou, my heart, must find relief,
Yielding to these words belief,
I shall see thy form again,
Though today we part in pain.

Columbia Record 993

WHAT WOULD I DO WITHOUT YOU?

Frost

Last night while the stars were gleaming,
And robins had gone to rest,
Then, dear, their came to my dreaming
The things that I loved the best.
Tho' love wove its charm about them,
The moonlight, the rose, and the dew,
It seemed I could live on without them,
But what would I do without you?

Chorus:

I could live without night and its stars shining bright,

I could live without birds and the bees,

I could live without sunshine or shadow,

I could live without roses or dew;

For I still will live on when the roses are gone,

But what would I do without you?

Life has a world of pleasure,

And I love them, great and small; Love holds a whole world of treasures, But you are the best of all.

You're sweetest of all the roses,

And fairer than skies that are blue, But one tho't my fond heart discloses: Oh, what would I do without you?

Pathe Record 30151

Used by permission. Words and music copyright, 1916, by Frank K. Root & Co., Chicago, Ill.