GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME DEATH Patrick Henry They tell us, sir, that we are weak-unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed and when a British guard shall be stationed in every home? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make proper use of those means which the God of Nature hath placed in our power. Three millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations-and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable and let it come, I repeat, sir, let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace, peace, but there is no peace. The war has actually begun. The next gale that sweeps over the North will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle! What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death! Victor Record 35377 GOD BE WITH YOU TILL WE MEET AGAIN Towner God be with you till we meet again Till we meet, till we meet, God be with you till we meet again. Columbia Record 757 GENTLE ANNIE Foster Thou wilt come no more, gentle Annie, That have blossomed in the summer of my heart. Chorus: Shall we never more behold thee, Never hear thy winning voice again, When the wild flow'rs are scattered o'er the plain? When the wild flow'rs are scattered o'er the plain. Oh, the hours grow sad while I ponder, Near the silent spot where thou art laid, By the streams and the meadows where we strayed. GLORIA PATRI Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost. As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen. Victor Record 16877 GUIDE ME, O THOU GREAT JEHOVAH Guide me oh thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim thro' this barren land, I am weak but thou art mighty, Hold me with thy powerful hand. Open now the crystal fountain, Let the fiery, cloudy pillar, Lead me all my journey through. Feed me with the heavenly manna When I tread the verge of Jordan, Victor Record 35141 DEAR OLD MA There's a vision in the evening when the shadows softly fall, Dear old ma, dear old ma. When the night wind softly whispers, seems to me I hear you call, Dear old ma, dear old ma: I'm longing for an old time kiss, I want to hold your hand, I'd like to tell my troubles to the one who'd understand, So I'm coming back to greet you the sweetest in the land, Dear old ma, dear old ma. Chorus: Dear old ma, dear old ma, I'm coming back altho' the way be far; Dear old ma, dear old ma. Used by permission, words and music copyright 1915 by Frank K. Root & Co., Chicago, Ill. DISTANT SHORE A maiden sat at her door, Pathe Record 10064 And sighed as she looked at the sea, I've a dear, dear love on a distant shore, And the wind was listening near, And saw that the maid was fair, So the kind wind whispered a hope in her ear, "Be of good cheer, sweet heart, I fly to that distant shore, Thy lover I'll tell thou lovest him well, The wind tore over the wave, Scattering ocean spray, But alack, that lover he flew to save, He met on his homeward way, And the good ship sank in the gale, And every soul beside, And the wind came sobbing to tell the tale, And the maiden drooped and died. "Be of good cheer, dear heart, At rest on a distant shore, Where thou and thy love walk hand in hand Ever and evermore." Pathe Record 30073 DEAR OLD SONGS OF LONG AGO I hear them yet so soft and low. Chorus: We will sing of Annie Laurie, And dear old Darling Nelly Gray, In the Gloaming, Oh My Darling, Lingers in my thought tho' I am far away— Way Down Upon the Swanee River, I never will forget, Wherever I may go. 'Tis the Last Rose of Summer Oh the old songs are best of all. Again I hear my mother sing, How sweetly did those echoes ring, When we gathered 'round as shadows fell, To sing the songs we loved so well, Fond tho'ts of all loved ones home, Comes o'er me tho' afar I roam, And we all love them well I know, The dear old songs of long ago. Chorus: We will sing one song of My Old Kentucky Home, And do you remember, Sweet Alice Ben Bolt, Oh those dear old melodies, That all of us will know, There is no place like Home, Sweet Home, The old songs we love best of all, The songs of long ago. Copyright, 1913, full words and music from D. E. Force Music Co., Jersey City, N. J. Edison Blue Amberol Record 2522 DOXOLOGY Praise God from whom all blessings flow, Victor Record 35110 HER HEART Her heart is love's red rose, A fragrance and a fire; This red rose freshly blown, Copyright 1907 by Luckhardt & Belder, New York HE LEADETH ME Gilmore Victor Record 18061 He leadeth me! O blessed thought, Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. Chorus: He leadeth me; He leadeth me, Columbia Record 1943 HARK, HARK, THE LARK Shakespeare Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lie, And winking Mary-buds begin With everything that pretty been, Victor Record 64218 |