BAY OF BISCAY

Cherry

Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder,
The rain a deluge show'rs,
The clouds were rent asunder,
By lightning's vivid pow'rs,
The night was drear and dark,
Our poor devoted bark,
"Till next day, there she lay
In the Bay of Biscay, O!

At length the wish'd for morrow
Broke thro' the hazy sky,
Absorb'd in silent sorrow,

Each heav'd a bitter sigh;
The dismal wreck to view,
Struck horror to the crew,
As she lay on that day

In the Bay of Biscay, O!

Her yielding timbers sever,
Her pitchy seams are rent,
When Heav'n all bounteous ever,
Its boundless mercy sent,
A sail in sight appears,

We hail her with three cheers,

Now we sail with the gale,

From the Bay of Biscay, O!

Victor Record 16033

BEAUTIFUL ISLE OF SOMEWHERE

Somewhere the sun is shining,
Somewhere the song birds dwell,
Hush, then thy sad repining,
God lives, and all is well.

CHORUS:

Somewhere, somewhere,

Beautiful Isle of Somewhere,

Land of the true, where we live anew,
Beautiful Isle of Somewhere,

Somewhere the day is longer,

Somewhere the task is done;
Somewhere the heart is stronger,
Somewhere the guerdon won.

Copyright 1897 by E. O. EXCELL

Columbia Record 2048

BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC

Howe

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord, He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;

He has loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift word, His truth is marching on.

CHORUS:

Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah! His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps,

They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and

damps;

I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call re

treat,

He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment

seat;

O be swift my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant my feet,
Our God is marching on.

Columbia Record 2012

BID ME TO LOVE
Bingham

I do not ask for the heart of thy heart,

I do not bid thee remain or depart,

Let me but love thee, and I will not plead,

Aught save to follow where e'er thou dost lead,
All that I ask for is all that may be

All that thou carest to give unto me,

I am content to be this unto thee,

To love thee forever, love thee forever and ever!

Let me but live in the light of thy face,
Find in thy heart and thy being a place,

Tho' it be low at thy feet be there

I can my homage more fitly declare, my homage declare, Then as the sunflower looks up to the light

Sad in its absence and glad in its sight,

I can look up to thee morning and night,

And love thee forever, love thee forever and ever!
Used by permission of Theo. Presser Company

Edison Diamond Disc Record 80235

BAVARIAN YODEL
Down a mountainside
Doth a streamlet glide,
Tra la la la la,

In the sunniest spot,
Stands a little cot,
Tra la la la la,

In the garden there
Sits my sweetheart fair,
Tra la la la la,

Gives me many a kiss,

That she'll never miss,
Tra la la la la.

There where water sweeps,

And the chamois leaps,
Tra la la la la,

Where the birdlings sing,

And the yodlings ring,
Tra la la la la,

With my sweetheart kind

Is my heart and mind,

Tra la la la la,

By my darling's side

Let me e'er abide,

Tra la la la la.

Victor Record 16120

BRAES O' BALQUHIDDER

Let us gang lassie, gang to the braes o' Balquhidder,

Where the blaeberries grow; 'mang the bonnie bloomin' heather,

Where the deer and the roe, lightly bounding togither,
Sport the lang simmer day; 'mang the braes o' Balquhidder.
Chorus:

Will ye gang, lassie, gang to the braes o' Balquhidder. Where the blaeberries grow, 'mang the bonnie bloomin' heather?

I will twine thee a bower, by the clear siller fountain,
And I'll cover it o'er wi' the flowers o' the mountain,
I will range through the wilds, and the deep glen sae dreary,
And return wi' the spoils to the bower o' my dearie.
Now the simmer is in prime, wi' the flowers richly blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme a' the moorlands perfuming,
To our dear native scenes let us journey togither,
Where glad innocence reigns, 'mang the braes o' Balquhidder.
Victor Record 64416

BROOK

Tennyson

With many a curve my banks I fret,
By many a field and fallow;
And many a fairy foreland set,
With willow weed and mallow,
I slip, I slide, I gleam, I glide,
Among my skimming swallows,
I make the netted sunbeams dance
Against my shady shallows;

I chatter, chatter, as I flow,
To join the brimming river,
For men may come, and men may go,
But I go on forever, ever,
I go on forever.

I wind about, and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling.
And here and there a snowy flake,
Upon me as I travel,

With many a silver water break
Above the golden gravel.

And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river,

For men may come, and men may go,
But I go on forever, ever,
I go on forever.

I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;

I move the sweet forget-me-nots,
That bloom for happy lovers.
I murmur under moon and stars,
In brambly wildernesses,

I linger by my shingly bars,
I loiter 'round my cresses.

And out again I curve and flow,
To join the brimming river,

For men may come, and men may go,
But I go on forever, ever,

I go on forever.

Columbia Record 5264

COLORED SOCIAL CLUB

Wills

At one of the best hotels in one of the largest cities in Canada they employed colored waiters. They are a very important and pompous lot of gentlemen. Just before the time for the dining room to open, for meals, they stand around, one at each table, dressed in evening dress clothes and immaculate white shirts. That is, the front of them is white.

Stopping in the hotel at the time I speak of, was a typical Southerner, a Georgia planter, a man with a lot of money. He walked into the dining room one evening about five minutes before meal time, pushed open the door, walked in and called over the principal waiter, a big tall darky about six foot two. He called him over and said, "Look yeah, I want to find out who is the head nigger heah." The big fellow said, "Nigger, suh, you're mistaken, they ain't no niggers heah. You're up heah in Canada now under the English flag. You ain't down south. Do you see all dem men standin' 'round by de tables. Well, dem is all colored gentlemen, no niggers. Besides you is in de dining room too early anyhow. Dinner ain't ready yet. When it is ready, I'll call you." The man went down in his pocket, pulled out a big roll of money, took off a twenty dollar note and said, “Well, I'm going to be heah for a week and I wanted to find out who the head nigger was 'cause I wanted to give him this to take care of me while I am here." The big fellow said, "I'm the head nigger, boss, yes suh, I'm the head nigger, and if you don't believe me, you ask any of dem niggers standin' around over there and they'll tell you I am."

The president of the colored social club addressed the members as follows: Brethren, we are to be visited by some very important gentlemen and I make a move that we kinder have the clubhouse furnished up a little bit. Clean it up, you know, and renovate it." In the rear of the room was an ignorant darky who didn't understand anything that the president was saying and all he could answer was "Heah, heah." So the president said, "Now we will put in some new curtains (heah, heah). We will have the woodwork varnished up a little (heah, heah). We will kinder have the whole place renovated. You know we want to make a respectable showing when these two gentlemen come here (heah, heah) and I might also make a move that we get two new cuspidors." The darky in the rear of the room said, "May I have the floor just a second." "Brothern, you may." "Well, I make a move that we appoint Brothers Smith and Jones for the two cuspidors."

Columbia Record 1765