YEOMAN'S WEDDING SONG-Continued

Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, my steed hie on,
For the church will soon be filling;

They must not wait, they must not wait for were we late,
They'd deem the groom unwilling.

The sun is high in the morning sky,

And the lark o'er our heads doth sing

A bridal song as we gallop along,

Keeping time to the bells as they ring.

Columbia Record 5362

WE'RE GROWING OLD TOGETHER

Merrill

We're growing old together,

In the sweet, old-fashioned way;
Each year is now a treasure,
That vanisheth away.

I look into your lovely face,
What joy I there behold;
Our hearts are just as young, dear,
Now we are growing old.

Chorus:

We're growing old together,
In the sweet, old-fashioned way;
Our eyes are growing dimmer,

And our hair is turning gray.
But our love is just as true, dear,
As it was on our wedding day;
We're getting old together,

In the sweet, old-fashioned way.

Could I have but one wish granted,
In this changing world below,
I would ask that we together,
Hand-in-hand at last could go.
Where's there's no hours of parting,
All is joy and peace and love;
Where all are young together,
In that happy world above.

Full words and music for sale, Milburn Music Pub. Co.,

Skowhegan, Me.

Columbia Record 1017

WHEN THE LIGHTS ARE LOW

Lane

When twilight falls on the dim old walls,
And day is past and done;

As we sit and dream in the fading gleam,
Come memories one by one.

Old friends known in the years gone by,
In fancy greet us still,

And voices dear, that we long to hear,
The silence seem to fill.

Chorus:

Just when the day is over,

Just when the lights are low; Back to the heart returneth, Life's golden long ago.

Far, far away, we wander,

Watching the firelight gleams;

Far, far away, from the world's shadows gray,
Into the land of dreams.

With distant sound in the streets around,
The throng goes surging by;

But far away in dreams we stray,

Where verdant meadows lie.

There once more as in days of yore,
To roam each well known way,
"Till over all night's shadows fall,
And dreamland fades away.

Edison Diamond Disc Record 80146

WELCOME, PRETTY PRIMROSE
Welcome, pretty primrose flow'r,
That comes when sunshine comes,
When rainbows arch the silver show'r,
Of ev'ry cloud that roams.

I joy to see thy promise bloom,
That tells of spring's new day,
And in my thoughts afar I roam,
O'er sunny haunts away!

Chorus:

Welcome, welcome, welcome,
Welcome, primrose flow'r,
Welcome, pretty primrose flow'r.
To me thy coming seems

To wake again the springtime hour,
With sunshine in its dreams.

WELCOME, PRETTY PRIMROSE-Continued

Gazing on thee, early flower,

I seem to hear the spring,
That calls the sunshine every hour,
And tells the bird to sing!
And tells the bird to sing!

And as I dream, my dream is rife
With thought akin to thee,

Of glad spring life, a sweet spring life,
That's very dear to me.

Victor Record 60058

WHEN I MET YOU LAST NIGHT IN DREAMLAND

Whatson

I care not today, if the skies are gray,

If it's raining red roses, dear,

No longer I pine for the sun to shine,

For the star of my life is near.

And the world is a wonderful world it seems,
Since I met you last night in the land of dreams.

Chorus:

When I met you last night in Dreamland,
Where the lovelight outshines the moon;
When I met you last night in Dreamland,
In the land where the roses bloom.
When I whispered, "Sweetheart, I love you,"
And you answered, "I love you, too,"
When I kissed you last night,

In that wonderful light,

All my beautiful dreams came true.

You came, dear, it seems, to the land of dreams,
As in answer to call of mine;

I longed for you so; you were sent, I know,
So my heart would no longer pine.
And I know by the light in your eyes so blue,
I could gather the roses of love with you.
Victor Record 17317
Copyright, 1911, by Will Rossiter, Chicago, Ill.

YOU SPOTTED SNAKES

"Midsummer Night's Dream"
Shakespeare

You spotted snakes with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs be not seen,
Newts and blind worms do no wrong,
Come not near our fairy queen.
Philomel with melody,

Sing in our sweet lullaby,

Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby,
Never harm, nor spell nor charm,

Come our lovely lady nigh.

So good night with lullaby,

Weaving spiders, come not here.

Hence, you long legg'd spinners, hence!
Beetles black, approach not near,
Worm nor snail do no offense,

Philomel with melody, etc.

Victor Record 55060

WHEN YOU AND I WERE YOUNG, MAGGIE

Johnson

I wander'd today to the hill, Maggie,
To watch the scenes below;

The creek and the creaking old mill, Maggie,

As we used to long ago.

The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie,
Where first the daisies sprung,

The creaking old mill is still, Maggie,

Since you and I were young.

Chorus:

And now we are aged and gray, Maggie,
And the trials of life nearly done,

Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie,
When you and I were young.

They say I am feeble with age, Maggie,
My steps are less sprightly than then;
My face is a well written page, Maggie,
But time alone was the pen.

They say we are aged and gray, Maggie,
As the spray by the white breakers flung,
But to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie,
When you and I were young.

Victor Record 74490

WHERE, OH, WHERE, HAS MY LITTLE DOG GONE
Oh, where, and where, ish mine little dog gone,
Óh, where, and where, can he be?

Mit his ears cut short and his tail cut long,
Oh, where, and where, can he gone out.
Yodel:

Un sassag ish goot and bolonie, of course,
Oh, where, oh where, can he be?

Dey make um mit dog and dey make em mit horse,
I guess dey make um mit he.

Yodel:

Edison Blue Amberol Record 2789

WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBORO' TOWN

Hook

"Twas within a mile of Edinboro' Town,
In the rosy time of the year;

Sweet flowers bloom'd and the grass was down,
And each shepherd woo'd his dear.

Bonnie Jockie, blithe and gay,

Kissed young Jennie, making hay,

The lassie blush'd, and frowning, cried,
"Na, na, it winna do; I canna, canna,
Winna, winna, maunna, buckle to."

Jockie was a wag that never wad wed,
Though lang he had follow'd the lass;
Contented she earn'd and ate her brown bread,
And merrily turned up the grass.
Bonnie Jockie, blithe and free,

Won her heart quite merrily;

Yet still she blushed, and frowning, cried,
"Na, na, it winna do, I canna, canna,

Winna, winna, maunna, buckle to."

But when he vowed he wad make her his bride,
Tho' his flocks and herds were not few;
She gi'ed him her hand and a kiss beside,
And vow'd she'd forever be true.
Bonnie Jockie, blithe and gay,
Won her heart right merrily.
At kirk she no more frowning cried,
Na, na, it winna do; I canna, canna,
Winna, winna, maunna, buckle to."

Victor Record 60057