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ongollection:
Havorite Songs and Hymns for Schools and Homes, Nursery and Fireside.
SELECTED BY J. P. MCCASKEY.
Give me the writing of the ballads of a nation, and you may make its laws.—Fletcher of Saltoun. For her is the Golden Harp with which to celebrate the victory over sorrow and disappointment—the solution of the problem unsolvable to the selfish world, the final triumph of Love over Pain.
When the song's gone out of your life you can't start another while it's a-ringin' in your ears, but it's best to have a bit of silence and out of that maybe a psalm 'll come by-and-by.-Edward Garrett.
I have a passion for ballads. They are the gypsy children of song, born under green hedge-rows in the leafy lanes and by-paths of literature-in the genial Summer time.-H. W. Longfellow.
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After traveling the country for thirty years William Nicholson became a packless peddler, and fell into "a way of drinking." This led from bad to worse, and the grave closed in gloom over the ruins of a man of true genius. Poor Nicholson, besides his turn for verse, was an ex- quisite musician, and sang with a powerful and sweet voice. One may imagine the delight of a lonely town-end, when Willie, the packman and the piper, made his appearance with his stories and jokes and ballads, his songs and reels and "wanton wiles." There is one story about him which has always appeared to me quite perfect. A farmer in a remote part of Galloway, one June morning before sunrise, was awakened by music; he had been dreaming of Heaven and when he found himself awake, he still heard the strains. He looked out, and saw no one, but at the corner of a grass-field he saw his cattle, and young colts and fillies, huddled together, and look- ing intently down into what he knew was an old quarry. He put on his clothes, and walked across the field, everything but that strange wild melody still and silent in this the "sweet hour of prime." As he got nearer the "beasts," the sound was louder; the colts with their long manes, and the cows with their wondering stare, took no notice of him, straining their necks forward entranced. There in the old quarry, the young sun "glintin'" on his face, and resting on his pack which had been his pillow, was our Wandering Willie, playing and singing like an angel "an Orpheus; an Orpheus." What a picture! When reproved for wasting his health and time by the prosaic farmer, the poor fellow said: "Me an' this quarry are lang acquaint, and I've mair pleesure in pipin' to the daft cowts than if the best leddies in the land were figurin' away afore me.”—Dr. John Brown, of Edinburgh.
Our thanks are due to Publishers for copyright favors, and to Prof. CARL MATZ for invaluable aid here gratefully acknowledged. The Compiler may be addressed through Messrs. Harper & Brothers, in reference to Old Songs that have been popular favorites, and will be glad to have suggestions from any persons who are interested. Some of the best selections in the various Num- bers have been suggested by lovers of song in different parts of the country, often widely separated. The full list of Contents of the several Numbers may be had on application to the Publishers.
COPYRIGHT, 1890, BY J. P. MCCASKEY.
Come, and Watch the Daylight,
Come, Haste Away,
Come, Hunters, Come,
Come Sing this Round with Me,
Come Where the Aspens Quiver,
Come When Thou Wilt,
Commit Thy Ways,
From Every Spire on Christmas Eve, E. A.Hunter. 127
Gentle Annie,
Stephen C. Foster.
Gentle Maiden, Those Eyes,
Gently Sighs the Breeze,
Give to the Winds Thy Fears,
Give us Our Daily Bread,
Golden Rule, The,
Good-night, Farewell,
Guardian Mother,
Had I Wings Like a Dove,
Hail! Thou Long-Expected Jesus,
Happy and Merry,
Hare and Hunter,
Hark! I Hear an Angel Sing,
Hark! Ten Thousand Harps,
Hark! the Glad Sound,
Hark! the Glad Sound,
Hark! the Herald Angels Sing,
Heilige Nacht,
He Sailed Away o'er Ocean Spray,
How Gaily the Linnet Sings,
How Gaily Rows the Gondolier,
How Happy We Have Been,
Hurdy Gurdy, Hurdy Gurdy,
I Am Dreaming of Thee,
I Am the Glad New Year,
I Come from Alabama,
I Had Gold, I Had Gems,
I Heard a Red Robin,
I Hear To-night the Old Bells
I'm Leaving Thee in Sorrow,
I'm Little Robin Redbreast,
I'm Sitting on the Stile, Mary,
In Days of Old when Knights
In Excelsis Gloria,
I Worship Thee, Sweet Will of God, I Would I Were a Boy Again, - I Would Not Die in Spring Time, I Would That My Love,
Jesus, o'er the Grave Victorious, Joyfully, Joyfully,
Drink to Me Only with Thine Eyes, Ben Jonson. 171
-Dry the Tear for Holy Eva,
Faint a Lonely Rose Tree Stood,
Fairies' Dance, The,
Far o'er the Sea,
Fisher, if Beside that Stream,
Five O'clock in the Morning,
Flowers of May,
Foresters Bold,
Let the Palms Wave on this Happy Day, Faure. Little Cherry Blossom,
Little Children, Can You Tell?
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