INDIANA Rowland In the good old Indiana, In the dear old Hoosier state, Where love reigns supremely great; Chorus: O Indiana, dear Indiana, Looking from the dear old home As the sea shell, when 'tis carried So will I where e'er I roam; 'Mid the sunshine flow'r and tree. Now, dear Father in the heaven, Words and music postpaid, 15c, W. W. Rowland & Co., 2357 Cedar Ave., Cleveland Edison Blue Amberol 2648 IN MONTEREY June time, what is that I hear? In Monterey, where fishes play, The day that you stole my heart away. When on that peaceful shore, Our songs of love we'd sing, Could you but be once more with me. Victor Record 17883 Copyrighted 1915 by Daniels & Wilson, Inc., San Francisco, Cal. For complete copies send to Daniels & Wilson, Inc., I WOULD THAT MY LOVE I would that my love could silently I'd give it the merry breezes They'd waft it away in sport. To thee on their wings, my fairest, At night when thine eyelids in slumber Columbia Record 1275 IN OLD MADRID Bingham Long years ago, in old Madrid, Where softly sighs of love the guitar, Two sparkling eyes, a lattice hid, Two eyes as darkly bright as love's own star! There on the casement ledge, when day was o'er, A tiny hand was lightly laid. A face look'd out as from the river shore, There stole a tender serenade! Rang the lover's happy song, Light and low from shore to shore. But ah! The river flow'd along Between them evermore. Chorus: Come, my love, the stars are shining, Far, far away, from old Madrid, Her lover fell, long years ago, for Spain, A convent veil those sweet eyes hid, And all the vows that love had sighed were vain. The first sweet echo of that serenade Still she lists her lover's song, Still he sings upon the shore, Though flows a stream than all more strong, Columbia Record 962 IN THE HEART OF AN IRISH ROSE Frost In the heart of dear old Ireland Grew a little Irish rose; In the garden of Killarney And so the story goes; This sweet rose was loved by a soldier boy Who loved her for his own; Now the rose droops her head, For the sunshine has fled, Since he left her all alone. IN THE HEART OF AN IRISH ROSE-Continued Chorus: When he marched away with the colors gay For he was leaving, His little Irish queen. Now the war is o'er he'll return no more, In the garden of Killarney, Pretty rose now droops her head, The perfume that lingered within her heart Has gone forevermore, For a colleen must sigh, And the roses must die, Since he left his sweet Asthore. Used by permission, words and music copyright 1916 by FRANK K. ROOT & CO., CHICAGO, ILL. Pathe Record 10074 IN THE CROSS OF CHRIST I GLORY Bowring In the Cross of Christ I glory, Tow'ring o'er the wrecks of Time; Gathers round its head sublime. When the woes of life o'er take me, When the sun of bliss is beaming, Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, Peace is there that knows no measure, Victor Record 17013 IN THE HEART OF THE CITY THAT HAS NO HEART Allen She wanted to roam, so she left the old home, The old peoples' hearts were sore; She longed for the sights and the bright city's lights, She went to the heart of the city, But nobody said, "You are being misled," Chorus: In the heart of the city that has no heart, So the poor little girlie just drifted along. She's just a lost sister, and nobody missed her, Columbia Record 1521 Copyright and published by Daly Music Publishers, Inc., 665 Washington St., Boston, Mass. IT CAME UPON THE MIDNIGHT CLEAR From angels bending near the earth, "Peace on the earth-good will to men" Still thro' the cloven skies they come O ye beneath life's crushing load, |