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their naked feet which was so hot that it was white, and it never burned them?

Yes. Do you believe that?

No, I don't believe that, and you go ahead on about your business.

Well, go ahead.

Keep travelling.

I am going because I don't believe that story and I don't believe that doggone lion story, either.

Come on back, uncle, I was only fooling.

No, deacon, you meant every word you said.

No, no, I was only fooling; come and sit down and sing

us one of the old songs.

Victor Record 16653

JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES, BIG MOON

Whitson

When the summer moon is full and round,

Swinging out on high;

Sailing on and on without a sound,

In the deep blue sky.

As you stroll with dearie hand in hand,

In the misty light,

And that tender feeling o'er your heart comes stealing

You could shout with all your might.

Chorus:

Just close your eyes, big silvery moon,

It's a grand old night to love;

And a night to dream as you softly beam

'Neath twinkling stars above.

You're the same old fellow with your light so mellow,

Who has always watched us spoon;

When you shine so bright it's a grand old night,

Just close your eyes, big moon.

When your feet are weary with the dance,

And you steal away,

Where the breezes whisper "Now's your chance,"

Where the shadows play;

As the loving kiss you give and take,

Just the night to spoon,

In your sweet emotion you've a dreamy notion,

You could sing from June to June.

Used by permission, words and music copyright 1913 by

Frank K. Root & Co., Chicago, Ill.

Imperial Record 5154

JOY TO THE WORLD

Watts

Joy to the world! The Lord is come!
Let earth receive the King,

Let every heart prepare Him room,
And Heaven and Nature sing,
And Heaven and Nature sing,
And Heaven and Nature sing.

Joy to the earth! The Saviour reigns!
Let men their songs employ,

While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat the sounding joy,

Repeat the sounding joy.

He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove

The glories of His righteousness,

And wonders of His love,

And wonders of His love,

And wonders of His love.

JUANITA

Victor Record 16996

Soft o'er the fountain,

Ling'ring falls the southern moon;

Far o'er the mountain,

Breaks the day too soon!

From thy dark eyes' splendor,

Where the warm light loves to dwell,

Weary looks, yet tender,

Speak their fond farewell;

Nita! Juanita! ask thy soul if we should part,

Nita! Juanita! lean thou on my heart.

When in thy dreaming,

Moons like these shall shine again,

And daylight beaming,

Prove thy dreams are vain,

Wilt thou not relenting,

For thine absent lover sigh!

In thy heart consenting,

To a prayer gone by!

Nita! Juanita! let me linger by thy side,

Nita! Juanita! be my own fair bride!

Columbia Record 1793

JOHN BULL'S CATECHISM

Johnstown

Who made the Empire that Britons all adore?
John Bull, that's the man, John Bull.
Who made her famous by the victories of yore?
John Bull, that's the man, John Bull.
Who's the man that's got the pluck,

Defiance at him hurled,

To conquer or to die,

With the Union Jack unfurled?

And who's got the breed that's the standard of the world? John Bull, that's the man, John Bull.

Chorus:

We don't want to fight, boys,
But when we let it go,

We stand by the right, boys,
"Till down goes the foe;

So come, my Jack and Tommy lads,

A double handed pull,

And it's either Death or Glory,

For our old John Bull.

Who stands for Freedom and Peace within the land?
John Bull, that's the man, John Bull.

Who'll face the odds when he's forced to take a hand?
John Bull, that's the man, John Bull.

Fairest little Motherland,

The home of soldiers brave,

The rarest little Motherland,

With sons who rule the waves;

Who'll see that Britons never, never shall be slaves?
John Bull, that's the man, John Bull.

Who gives his hand to the strangers as they come?
John Bull, that's the man, John Bull.

Who opened door to the horde of German scum?
John Bull, not so loud, John Bull.

Now they've had to take their hook,

The Vaterland to gain,

From Baron down to German cook,

Will number in the slain,

But who'll stop to think before he welcomes them again?
John Bull, that's the man, John Bull.

JOHN BULL'S CATECHISM-Continued

Who'll welcome Peace when the victory is won?
John Bull, that's the man, John Bull.

Who'll never shirk while there's Duty to be done?

John Bull, that's the man, John Bull.

Who'll support the kiddies

While the guns blaze away?

Who'll mourn their daddies

Should they perish in the fray?

And who'll dip his hands into his pockets and will pay?
John Bull, that's the man, John Bull.

All rights reserved, copyright property of Cary & Co., 13 Mortimer St., London, England.

Edison Blue Amberol Record 3369

JUST LIKE THE ROSE YOU GAVE
Callahan

You met me at twilight long, long ago,
Where roses around us grew,

The far western sky was yet aglow,
With sunset of crimson hue.

You gave me a rose with perfume so rare,
You whispered a love divine,

You told me the rose you gave me there
Would link your heart to mine.

Chorus:

But just like the rose you gave me,
That faded and died too soon,

The love that you said would live, sweetheart,
Has gone like a breath of June,

And now but a sweet remembrance,

Is left of the love I crave,

For it withered and died when you left my side,
Just like the rose you gave.

Sometimes, dear, I wander back here once more,
When soft twilight shadows fall,

I dream all the dreams I dreamed of yore,
It seems that I hear you call;

And unto the roses wet with dew,

I whisper my secret then,

If only the rose could beckon you

And bring you back again.

Used by permission, words and music copyright 1913 by

Frank K. Root & Co., Chicago, Ill.

Imperial Record 5211

JUST FOR TONIGHT

Geo. L. Cobb

Oh, honey, I'm so sad and blue,

I cry and sigh the long night through;
I can't eat, I can't sleep,

Since you have been away.

And there's so much to say,

I wonder if I'm right or wrong,

I've thought about you all day long,
Kissed your picture and it makes me
Long for you, Honey, just for tonight.

Chorus:

Just for tonight, I want you only,
Just for tonight, I long for you;

Why did you leave me,

Why did you grieve me,
Can't you believe me,

My heart is true.

I can't forget the things you told me,
I miss your smile, and kisses, too;

So, honey, hear my plea,

Oh, listen to my plea,

I want the love you took away brought back to me,
Just for tonight, just for tonight.

Copyright 1913 by Will Rossiter, Chicago, Ill.

Victor Record 17622

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