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By Killarney's lakes and fells,
Emerald isle and winding bays,
Mountain paths and woodland dells
Memory ever fondly strays;
Bounteous nature loves all lands;
Beauty wanders everywhere,
Footprints leaves on many strands,
But her home is surely there!
Angels fold their wings and rest
In that Eden of the West,
Beauty's home Killarney,
Ever fair Killarney.

Innisfallen's ruined shrine,
May suggest a passing sigh,
But man's faith can ne'er decline,
Such God's wonders floating by;
Castle Lough and Glena bay,

Mountains Tore and Eagles nest;
Still at Mucross you must pray,

Tho' the monks are now at rest;
Angels wonder not that man
There would fain prolong life's span,
Beauty's home, Killarney,

Ever fair, Killarney.

Victor Record 74157

Sweet the angelus is ringing,
O'er the river, up the dell,
Peace and rest to labor bringing,
Chimes the bell, chimes the bell.
All the vineyard bow'rs are still,
O'er the mountainside,

Dreams the shadow on the hill,
Dreams upon the tide.

Village lights with cheery beam,
Through the twilight come,
Dropping down the fleeting stream,

Glides the fisher home.

Victor Record 55055


The feast is o'er! Now brimming whe
In lordly cup is seen to shine
Before each eager guest,

And silence fills the crowded hall,
As deep as when the herald's call,
Thrills in the loyal breast.

Then up arose the noble host,
And smiling, cried, "A toast! A toast!
To all our ladies fair!"
"Here before all I pledge the name
Of Staunton's proud and beauteous dame-
The Ladye Gundamere!"

Then to his feet each gallant sprung,
And joyous was the shout that_rung,
As Stanley gave the word,

And every cup was raised on high,
Nor ceased the loud and gladsome cry,
Till Stanley's voice was heard.

"Enough, enough," he smiling said,
And lowly bent his haughty head,

"That all may have their due, Now each in turn must play his part, And pledge the lady of his heart,

Like gallant knight and true."

Then one by one each guest sprang up,
And drained in turn the brimming cup,

And named the loved one's name;
And each, as hand on high he raised,
His lady's grace or beauty praised,
Her constancy and fame.

"Tis now St. Leon's turn to rise,

On him are fixed those countless eyes,
A gallant knight is he.

Envied by some, admired by all,
Far famed in lady's bower and hall,
The flower of chivalry.

St. Leon raised his kindling eye,

And lifts the sparkling cup on high:
"I drink to one," he said,

"Whose image never may depart,
Deep graven on this grateful heart,
Till memory be dead."


To one whose love for me shall last,
When lighter passions long have passed,
So holy 'tis, and true,

To one whose love hath longer dwelt,
More deeply fixed, more keenly felt,
Than any pledged by you."

Each guest upstarted by the word,
And laid a hand upon his sword,
With fury flashing eye:

And Stanley said, "We crave the name,
Proud knight, of this most peerless dame,
Whose love you count so high."

St. Leon paused, as if he would
Not breathe her name in careless mood,
Thus lightly to another.

Then bent his noble head as tho'

To give that word the reverence due,
And quietly said, "My mother."

Victor Record 16913


I am a stranger here, within a foreign land,
My home is far away, upon a golden strand,
Ambassador to be of realms beyond the sea;
I'm here on business for my King.


This is the message that I bring,
A message angels fain would sing:

"Oh, be ye reconciled," thus saith my Lord and King, "Oh, be ye reconciled to God."

This is the King's command, that all men everywhere,
Repent and turn away from sin's seductive snare,
That all who will obey Him shall reign for aye,
And that's my business for my King.

Copyright 1902 by E. O. Excell

Victor Record 16889

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The kirk was decked at morning tide,

The taper glimmered fair,

The priest and bridegroom wait the bride,
And dame and knight are there.

They sought her baith by bower and ha'

The lady was not seen,

She's o'er the border and awa'

Wi' Jock o' Hazeldean.

Victor Record 18041



My Father, this I ask of Thee,

Knowing that Thou wilt grant the plea,
For this and only this I pray,

Strength for today, just for today.


Strength for each trial and each task,
What more, Father, should I ask?
Just as I need it, day by day,

Strength for my weakness, this I pray.

I do not ask a lifted load,

Nor for a smooth and thornless road,
Simply for strength enough to bear,
Life's daily burdens anywhere.

Columbia Record 5334


Good morning, Uncle Jefferson.

Good morning, Bishop.

Where are you goin'?

I'm goin' down to get some fish heads to the market.

I am going down that way and I'll join you. Say, Uncle, why don't you come up to our church meeting and join our church?

Oh, I'm too far gone. I'm too bad, and what's more, I ain't tired of fetching home chickens that was never bought.

Oh, it's never too late to mend. Come up Sunday night. It'll do you a heap of good and we'll make you a pillar of the church.

What's the matter with the mattress?

Oh, this is not a laughing matter. Now you must answer three questions what I ask you. Now, it's a very simple matter. Question number one is: Do you believe that Daniel was thrown in the lion's den with four big ferocious lions who never had a mouthful to eat for three days and they never hurt a hair of Daniel's head. Do you believe that?

Say, these were circus lions?

Of course, they were circus lions.

Regular Barnum and Bailey's circus lions?

Sure nouf Barnum and Bailey lions.

Yes, I believe that.

Question number two is: Do you believe that Lot's wife was turned into a pillar of salt?

This here table salt?

Yes, table salt.

Was she fresh?

No, she wasn't fresh. Do you believe that?

Yes, I believe that.

Question number three is: Do you believe that the children of Israel was made to dance on a sheet of red hot iron in their bare feet and this iron was so hot it was white heat? Do you believe that?

Look here, deacon, do you mean to tell me that the children of Israel was made to dance on a red hot iron in

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