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Dan McCarthy lives on Cherry street,
McCarthy’s boarding house;
He keeps a boarding house so neat,
McCarthy’s boarding house;
Five dollars a week to him we pay,
McCarthy’s boarding house.
We get three square meals ev’ry day,
McCarthy’s boarding house.
There’s the Clearys, and Learys,
And McLions, and Flynns,
Denny, the Regans, and the Fagins,
McCarthy’s boarding house,
There’s the Clearys, and Learys,
And McLions, and Flynns,
Denny, the Regans, and the Fagins,
McCarthy’s boarding house.
I tell you, boys, they feed us high,
In McCarthy’s boarding house.
On lobster salad and lemon pie,
In McCarthy’s boarding house.
Quail on toast, eggs and ham,
McCarthy’s boarding house,
Corned beef and cabbage and Italian jam,
McCarthy’s boarding house.
There is cobblers and nailers
Tailors and weavers,
Tiny butchers and bakers,
In McCarthy’s boarding house.
There is cobblers and nailers
Tailors and weavers,
Tiny butchers and bakers,
In McCarthy’s boarding house.
McCarthy’s bought a new piano,
For McCarthy’s boarding house,
For his elegant daughter, big Johanna,
In McCarthy’s boarding house.
And she’s the girl knows how to play,
In McCarthy’s boarding house,
She’d drive your appetite away,
In McCarthy’s boarding house.
Johanna, alanna,
Loves Nailor, the Tailor,
And faith they’ll be married,
In McCarthy’s boarding house.
Johanna, alanna,
Loves Nailor, the Tailor,
And faith they’ll be married,
In McCarthy’s boarding house.
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2. |
Asleep in the Deep
03:00
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Stormy the night and the waves roll high,
Bravely the ship doth ride,
Hark! while the lighthouse bell’s solemn cry
Rings o’er the sullen tide.
There on the deck see two lovers stand,
Heart to heart beating, and hand to hand;
Tho’ death be near, she knows no fear
While at her side is one of all most dear.
Loudly the bell in the old tower rings,
Bidding us list to the warning it brings:
Sailor, take care! Sailor, take care!
Danger is near thee, beware! Beware!
Beware! Beware!
Many brave hearts are asleep in the deep,
So beware! beware!
What of the storm when the night is o’er?
There is no trace or sign.
Save where the wreckage hath strewn the shore,
Peaceful the sun doth shine.
But when the wild, raging storm did cease,
Under the billows two hearts found peace,
No more to part, no more of pain,
The bell may now tell its warning in vain.
Loudly the bell in the old tower rings,
Bidding us list to the warning it brings:
Sailor, take care! Sailor, take care!
Danger is near thee, beware! Beware!
Beware! Beware!
Many brave hearts are asleep in the deep,
So beware! beware!
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Lilly Dale
03:37
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‘Twas a calm still night,
And the moon’s pale light
Shone soft o’er hill and vale
When friends mute with grief
Stood around the death bed
Of my poor lost Lilly Dale.
Her cheeks that once glowed
With the rose tint of health,
By the hand of disease
Had turned pale,
And the death damp
Was on the pure white brow
Of my poor lost Lilly Dale
Oh Lilly,
Sweet Lilly,
Dear Lilly Dale,
Now the wild rose blossoms
O’er her little green grave
‘Neath the trees in the flow’ry vale
I go, she said
To the land of rest,
And ere my strength shall fail,
I must tell you where,
Near my own loved home,
You must lay poor Lilly Dale.
Oh Lilly,
Sweet Lilly,
Dear Lilly Dale,
Now the wild rose blossoms
O’er her little green grave
‘Neath the trees in the flow’ry vale.
‘Neath the chestnut tree,
Where the wild flow’rs grow,
And the stream ripples forth
Thro’ the vale,
Where the birds shall warble
Their songs in spring,
There lay poor Lilly Dale.
Oh Lilly,
Sweet Lilly,
Dear Lilly Dale,
Now the wild rose blossoms
O’er her little green grave
‘Neath the trees in the flow’ry vale.
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The Spectral Bride
03:13
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I saw her at the hour of midnight,
When all around was sad and still;
She flitted o’er the lawn by moonlight,
And climbed the distant hill.
She had an air of grace seraphic
A form surpassing fair
A wand’ring mist by moonbeams kiss’d,
She seemed a thing of air..
But once, when by the village fireside,
A tale I heard the grandames tell
About a lad and love born maiden,
Who erst with them did dwell;
That death, grim death with hand unsparing
Had borne the lad away;
And the maiden left with mind bereft
Of reason’s ready play.
That as the chill of death came o’er him,
He called his loved one to his side,
And spoke that none but her might hear him,
Then calmly smiled and died;
That never, since that day of sorrow
Have any seen the maid,
Though rumors light hint that at night
She sometimes meets his shade.
Though rumors light hint that at night
She sometimes meets his shade.
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5. |
Some Day
03:25
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I know not when the day shall be,
I know not when our eyes shall meet,
What welcome you may give to me,
Or will your words be sad or sweet;
It may not be ‘till years have pass’d,
‘Till eyes are dim and tresses gray;
The world is wide, but love, at last,
Our hands, our hearts, must meet some day.
Some day, some day
Some day I shall meet you,
Love, I know not when or how,
Love I know not when or how;
Only this, only this,
This, that once you loved me,
Only this, I love you now,
I love you now, I love you now.
I know not are you far or near,
Or are you dead, or are you live;
I know not who the blame should bear,
Or who should plead or who forgive.
But when we meet some day, some day,
Eyes clearer grown the truth may see,
And ev’ry cloud shall roll away
That darkens love ‘twixt you and me.
Some day, some day
Some day I shall meet you,
Love, I know not when or how,
Love I know not when or how;
Only this, only this,
This, that once you loved me,
Only this, I love you now,
I love you now, I love you now.
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The Time For Love
03:19
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When the moon was the size av a cartwheel,
And as sootherin’ soft as cream;
When the lough lay strange wid the night mist,
And the down was a sea av dream
When the voice av a gerrl was music,
And your own, like a linnet’s wing,
Was fluttering’ full av the moonlight
And the mad glad fire av Spring
Och, yon was the time for lovin’,
Those moitherin’ bantherin’ years
When I was a Billy-Go-Fister blade
And the world was young, me dears!
When I was a Billy-Go-Fister Blade
And the world was young, me dears!
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Have ye heard the rule, me boys,
The latest rule me boys!
Ye mustn’t work more than eight hours
Any day or else you’re fined;
Eight hours work a day
Then eight hours to play,
Ye must work no more d’ye mind.
Pat had a hod of bricks
Tonight, ’twas striking six,
The top of the ladder he was on
But wouldn’t leave thim thin,
He wouldn’t work over time
For that would be a crime,
Says he “I’ll carry thim down agin.”
For I’ve worked eight hours this day,
And I think I’ve earned my pay,
Whin the clock struck six
He tuk down the bricks,
He wouldn’t work half a minute longer.
Barney Brockey was me fav’rite Jockey
And whene’er he rode a horse
I had me bottom dollar on,
He was a flier and a good ould trier.
Wan day I got ten to wan,
Me puids I parted, and the horses started;
They shot like a rocket up to ten yards of the winning post,
Then he stopped; beaded
I nearly dropped, beaded,
Says he “Tomorrow I’ll finish this race.”
For I’ve worked eight hours this day,
And I think I’ve earned my pay,
The others may pass,
Let my horse eat grass
I won’t work half a minute longer.”
Now, I am quiet
And I don’t like riot,
But last night at the corner of the street
A man came up to me
Says he, “I’ll batter ye, beaded, I’ll scatter ye,”
And then he smashed my nose, d’ye see?
His fist was a whopper, so I called out “Copper!”
Then a pliceman grabbed him, and he says,
“Me boy I have ye tight.”
Then the clock did chime, says he, “Luk at the time,
I can’t lock this man up tonight-“
For I’ve worked eight hours this day,
And I think I’ve earned my pay,
Fa la loo ting, ting, put your nose in a sling,
I won’t work half a minute longer.”
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8. |
We Sat By the River
03:28
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We sat by the river, you and I,
In the sweet summer time, long ago,
So smoothly the water glided by,
Making music in its tranquil flow;
We threw two leaflets, you and I,
To the river as it wandered on,
And one was rent and left to die,
And the other floated forward all alone.
And, oh! we were saddened, you and ],
For we felt that our youth’s golden dream,
Might fade, and our lives be sever’d soon.
As the two leaves were parted in the stream.
’Tis years since we parted, you and I,
In that sweet summer time, long ago,
And I smile as I pass the river by.
And I gaze into the shadow depths below;
I look on the grass and bending reeds,
And I listen to the soothing song,
And I envy the calm and happy life,
Of the river as it sings and flows along.
For oh! how its song brings back to me
The shade of our youth’s golden dream,
In the days ere we parted, you and I,
As the two leaves were parted in the stream.
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After business you will find me, every night as sure as fate,
At the corner of the street here, waiting for my bonnie Kate;
Her papa has quite forbidden young men to the house to go,
In consequence of which I whistle, just to let my true love know
I am waiting here to greet
Blue-eyed Kate with kisses sweet
Every night at the end of the street
I whistle and wait for Katie
You may think it awkward standing in a busy street like this,
But I’m sure you would not mind it could you meet so sweet a Miss;
Of course I wait till all is silent, see there’s no one passing by,
Before I venture on the whistle, known alone to Kate and I
I am waiting here to greet
Blue-eyed Kate with kisses sweet
Every night at the end of the street
I whistle and wait for Katie
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10. |
In Old Madrid
03:05
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Long years ago, in old Madrid,
Where softly sighs of love the light 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!
Come, my love, the stars are shining,
Time is flying,
Love is sighing,
Come, for thee a heart is pining,
Here alone I wait for thee!
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 sigh’d were vain!
But still, between the dusk and night, ’tis said,
Her white hand opes the lattice wide,
The faint sweet echo of that serenade,
Floats weirdly o’er the misty tide!
Still she lists her lover’s song,
Still he sings upon the shore,
Though flows a stream than all more strong
Between them evermore!
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11. |
Where Are the Old Folks
03:37
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Take me back, take me back,
Where the sweet magnolia trees
Wave their white snowy blossoms
On the merry laughing breeze,
To the once happy home where I never knew a care,
Take me back, O I wonder, if the old folks are there.
Sad is my heart and the tears are falling fast,
Tell me, O tell me, ye echoes of the past,
Where are the old folks that used to love me so?
Sleeping, are they sleeping with the days of long ago.
Take me back, take me back
To my sunny southern home,
To its fields and its meadows
Where my mem’ry loves to roam,
Though the dear ones are gone yet beyond the reach of care,
I will look never doubting that the old folks are there.
Sad is my heart and the tears are falling fast,
Tell me, O tell me, ye echoes of the past,
Where are the old folks that used to love me so?
Sleeping, are they sleeping with the days of long ago.
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’Tis years since last we met,
And we may not meet again;
I have struggled to forget,
But the struggle was in vain;
For her voice lives on the breeze,
And her spirit comes at will;
In the midnight, on the seas,
Her bright smile haunts me still.
For her voice lives on the breeze,
And her spirit comes at will;
In the midnight, on the seas,
Her bright smile haunts me still.
At the first sweet dawn of light,
When I gaze upon the deep,
Her form still greets my sight,
While the stars their vigils keep;
When I close mine aching eyes,
Sweet dreams my senses fill;
And from sleep when I arise,
Her bright smile haunts me still.
When I close mine aching eyes,
Sweet dreams my senses fill,
And from sleep when I arise,
Her bright smile haunts me still.
I’ve sail’d ‘neath alien skies,
I have trod the desert path,
I have seen the storm arise,
Like a giant in his wrath;
Ev’ry danger I have known,
That a reckless life can fill;
Yet her presence is not flown,
Her bright smile haunts me still.
Ev’ry danger I have known,
That a reckless life can fill;
Yet her presence is not flown,
Her bright smile haunts me still.
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13. |
In the Gloaming
03:11
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In the gloaming, oh, my darling!
When the lights are dim and low
And the quiet shadows falling,
Softly come and softly go,
When the winds are sobbing faintly
With a gentle unknown woe,
Will you think of me and love me,
As you did once long ago?
In the gloaming, oh, my darling!
Think not bitterly of me!
Tho I passed away in silence,
Left you lonely, set you free,
For my heart was crushed with longing,
What had been could never be.
It was best to leave you thus, dear,
Best for you and best for me,
It was best to leave you thus,
Best for you and best for me.
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14. |
Once Again
01:52
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Parlormuse Willoughby, Ohio
Travel back in time to the Gilded Age for a nostalgic journey through the popular music of the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Parlormuse rekindles the faded embers of the Victorian era while bringing its own modern rock and pop stylings to the traditions of yesteryear. ... more
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