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SONGS OF CHILDHOOD. Verses by
Eugene Field. Music by Reginald
De Koven & others. Charles
Scribner's Sons. New York, 1896.
113., illustrated. Large quarto.
Orig. dec. boards. (S1. rubbing at
corners o/w good sound copy)
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|| AVSIC BY
S IGINALD DE KOVEN
AND OT-HElS
CHARLES SCkIBNELS SONS
NLw YORK-18 is
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Copyright, 1896,
By Charles Scribner's Sons
PRELUDE
Among the laments which arose from the sorrow-
ing heart of the great public that loved Eugene
Field, laments that his voice should have been si-
lenced when its note was at its tenderest and clear-
est, there have been many wishes that more of his
exquisite songs should be set to music.
In all of Field's verse, in even the broadly comic,
there is a markedly lyrical quality which invari-
ably suggests a musical setting; and yet in few in-
stances were these verses written with any thought
of their musical adaptability. This quality was
the inevitable accent of his song, as natural and as
necessary as the flavor of a fruit and the fragrance
of a flower. The purpose of this collection is to
meet the demand for musical settings of Field's
verse, its aim to express its lyrical quality as nat-
urally and simply as possible. The versatility dis-
played in the varied themes of these lyrics is as re-
markable as their suggestiveness to the composer.
The peculiar genius displayed in Field's verses
of childhood dictated the prevailing character of
this collection, which was finally adhered to
throughout, so that the volume should be both har-
monious and homogeneous.
cAs the poet was eminently and always heartily
/lmerican and of his own country, the composers
selected by the Editor to set his verses are likewise
cAmerican, and their names representative as such
and as song-writers. Fifteen out of the twenty
songs have been written especially for this work,
the other five being included therein by special ar-
rangement with the publishers.
REGINALD DE KOVEN.
New York,
October 27, 1896.
SONGS AND COMPOSERS
SWING HIGH AND SWING LOW .
Reginald de Koven
LITTLE MISTRESS SANS-MERCI
Arthur Foote
LITTLE-OH-DEAR . .
Reginald de Koven
KISSING TIME . .
G. W. Chadwick
ORKNEY LULLABY . .
Reginald de Koven
THE ROCK-A-BY LADY .
W. W. Gilchrist
THE DOLL'S WOOING .
Clayton Johns
NIGHTFALL IN DORDRECHT .
Reginald de Koven
THE BROOK . .
Arthur Foote
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33
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43
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"FIDDLE-DEE-DEE" . .
Reginald de Koven
OH, LITTLE CHILD . .
Gerrit Smith
LITTLE BOY BLUE .. .
Reginald de Koven
ARMENIAN LULLABY . .
G. W. Chadwick
HUSHABY, SWEET MY OWN .
C. B. Hawley
DUTCH LULLABY . .
Reginald de Koven
CHILD AND MOTHER . .
W. W. Gilchrist
JAPANESE LULLABY .. ..
Reginald de Koven
THE DINKEY BIRD . .
Edgar S. Kelly
NORSE LULLABY . .
Reginald de Koven
THE LITTLE PEACH . .
Hubbard T. Smith
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S III
SONGS OF
CHILDHOOD
SWING HIGH AND SWING LOW
WING high and swing low
While the breezes they blow-
It 's off for a sailor thy father would go;
And it 's here in the harbor, in sight of the sea,
He hath left his wee babe with my song and with me:
Swing high and swing low
While the breezes they blow!"
Swing high and swing low
While the breezes they blow-
It's oh for the waiting as weary days go!
And it 's oh for the heartache that smiteth me when
I sing my song over and over again:
"Swing high and swing low
While the breezes they blow!"
"Swing high and swing low"-
The sea singeth so,
And it waileth anon in its ebb and its flow;
And a sleeper sleeps on to that song of the sea,
Nor recketh he ever of mine or of me!
Swing high and swing low
While the breezes they blow-
'T was offfor a sailor thy father would go!"
SWING HIGH AND SWING LOW
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LITTLE MISTRESS SANS-MERCI
ITTLE Mistress Sans-Merci
Fareth world-wide, fancy free:
Trotteth cooing to and fro,
And her cooing is command-
Never ruled there yet, I trow,
Mightier despot in the land.
And my heart it lieth where
Mistress Sans-Merci doth fare.
Little Mistress Sans-Merci-
She hath made a slave of me!
"Go," she biddeth, and I go-
"Come," and I am fain to come-
Never mercy doth she show,
Be she wroth or frolicsome,
Yet am I content to be
Slave to Mistress Sans-Merci!
Little Mistress Sans-Merci
Hath become so dear to me
That I count as passing sweet
All the pain her moods impart,
And I bless the little feet
That go trampling on my heart:
Ah, how lonely life would be
But for little Sans-Merci!
Little Mistress Sans-Merci,
Cuddle close this night to me,
And the heart, which all day long
Ruthless thou hast trod upon,
Shall outpour a soothing song
For its best beloved one-
All its tenderness for thee,
Little Mistress Sans-Merci!
LITTLE MISTRESS SANS-MERCI
Music by ARTHUR FOOTE
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LITTLE-OH-DEAR
SEE, what a wonderful garden is here,
Planted and trimmed for my Little-Oh-Dear!
Posies so gaudy and grass of such brown-
Search ye the country and hunt ye the town
And never ye '11 meet with a garden so queer
As this one I've made for my Little-Oh-Dear!
Marigolds white and buttercups blue,
Lilies all dabbled with honey and dew,
The cactus that trails over trellis and wall,
Roses and pansies and violets-all
Make proper obeisance and reverent cheep
When into her garden steps Little-Oh-Dear.
And up at the top of that lavender-tree
A silver-bird singeth as only can she;
For, ever and only, she singeth the song
"I love you-I love you!" the happy day long;-
Then the echo-the echo that smiteth me here!
"I love you, I love you," my Little-Oh-Dear!
The garden may wither, the silver-bird fly-
But what careth my little precious, or I?
From her pathway of flowers that in springtime upstart
She walketh the tenderer way in my heart.
And, oh, it is always the summer-time here
With that song of "I love you," my Little-Oh-Dear!
Allegretto Gracioso.
LITTLE-OH-DEAR
Music by REGINALD DE KOVEN
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grass of such brown, Search ye the coun- try and hunt ye the town And
nev er ye'll meet with a gar den so queer As this one I've made for my
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KISSING TIME
- IS when the lark goes soaring
| And the bee is at the bud,
I When lightly dancing zephyrs
Sing over field and flood;
When all sweet things in nature
Seem joyfully achime-
'T is then I wake my darling,
For it is kissing time!
Go, pretty lark, a-soaring,
And suck your sweets, 0 bee;
Sing, 0 ye winds of summer,
Your songs to mine and me;
For with your song and rapture
Cometh the moment when
It's half-past kissing time
And time to kiss again!
So-so the days go fleeting
Like golden fancies free,
And every day that cometh
Is full of sweets for me;
And sweetest are those moments
My darling comes to climb
Into my lap to mind me
That it is kissing time.
Sometimes, maybe, he wanders
A heedless, aimless way-
Sometimes, maybe, he loiters
In pretty, prattling play;
But presently bethinks him
And hastens to me then,
For it 's half-past kissing time
And time to kiss again!
KISSING TIME
Music by G. W. CHADWICK
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ORKNEY LULLABY
MOONBEAM floateth from the skies,
Whispering, "Heigho, my dearie!
I would spin a web before your eyes,--
A beautiful web of silver light,
Wherein is many a wondrous sight
Of a radiant garden leagues away,
Where the softly tinkling lilies sway,
And the snow-white lambkins are at play,-
Heigho, my dearie!"
A brownie stealeth from the vine
Singing, "Heigho, my dearie!
And will you hear this song of mine,--
A song of the'land of murk and mist,
Where bideth the bud the dew hath kisst?
Then let the moonbeam's web of light
Be spun before thee silvery white,
And I shall sing the livelong night,-
Heigho, my dearie!"
The night wind speedeth from the sea,
Murmuring, Heigho, my dearie!
I bring a mariner's prayer for thee;
So let the moonbeam veil thine eyes,
And the brownie sing thee lullabies;
But I shall rock thee to and fro,
Kissing the brow he loveth so,
And the prayer shall guard thy bed, I trow,-
Heigho, my dearie!"
ORKNEY LULLABY
Music by REGINALD DE KOVEN
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THE ROCK-A-BY LADY
HE Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street
Comes stealing; comes creeping;
The poppies they hang from her head to her feet,
And each hath a dream that is tiny and fleet-
She bringeth her poppies to you, my sweet,
When she findeth you sleeping!
There is one little dream of a beautiful drum-
"Rub-a-dub!" it goeth;
There is one little dream of a big sugar-plum,
And lo! thick and fast the other dreams come
Of popguns that bang, and tin tops that hum,
And a trumpet that bloweth!
And dollies peep out of those wee little dreams
With laughter and singing;
And boats go a-floating on silvery streams,
And the stars peek-a-boo with their own misty gleams,
And up, up, and up, where the Mother Moon beams,
The fairies go winging!
Would you dream all these dreams that are tiny and fleet?
They'll come to you sleeping;
So shut the two eyes that are weary, my sweet,
For the Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street,
With poppies that hang from her head to her feet,
Comes stealing; comes creeping.
THE ROCK-A-BY LADY
Music by W. W. GILCHRIST
1. The Rock a by La dy from
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beau ti ful drum-" Rub-a dub, Rub-a dub," it go eth; There is
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boats go a float ing on sil ver y streams, And the stars peek a boo with their
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ti ny and fleet, She
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own mist-y gleams, And
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THE DOLL'S WOOING
THE little French doll was a dear little doll
Tricked out in the sweetest of dresses;
Her eyes were of hue
A most delicate blue,
And dark as the night were her tresses;
Her dear little mouth was fluted and red,
And this little French doll was so very well bred
That whenever accosted her little mouth said:
Mamma! mamma!"
The stockinet doll, with one arm and one leg,
Had once been a handsome young fellow,
But now he appeared
Rather frowzy and bleared
In his torn regimentals of yellow;
Yet his heart gave a curious thump as he lay
In the little toy cart near the window one day
And heard the sweet voice of that French dolly say:
"Mamma! mamma!"
He listened so long and he listened so hard
That anon he grew ever so tender,
For it's everywhere known
That the feminine tone
Gets away with all masculine gender!
He up and he wooed her with soldierly zest,
But all she 'd reply to the love he professed
Were these plaintive words (which perhaps you have guessed):
Mamma! mamma!"
Her mother-a sweet little lady of five-
Vouchsafed her parental protection,
And although stockinet
Was n't blue-blooded, yet
She really could make no objection!
So soldier and dolly were wedded one day,
And a moment ago, as I journeyed that way,
I 'm sure that I heard a wee baby voice say:
Mamma! mamma!"
THE DOLL'S WOOING
Music by CLAYTON JOHNS
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flu ted and red, And this lit-tie French doll was so ve ry well bred, That when-
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thump as he lay in the lit- tie toy cart near the win-dow one day, And
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real ly could make no ob jec tion So sol dier and dol ly were
wed ded one day, And a mo-ment a go as I jour neyed that way, I'm
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sure that I heard a wee ba by voice say, "Mam- ma! mam -
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NIGHTFALL IN DORDRECHT
HE mill goes toiling slowly around
With steady and solemn creak,
And my little one hears in the kindly sound
The voice of the old mill speak.
While round and round those big white wings
Grimly and ghostlike creep,
My little one hears that the old mill sings:
"Sleep, little tulip, sleep!"
The sails are reefed and the nets are drawn,
And, over his pot of beer,
The fisher, against the morrow's dawn,
Lustily maketh cheer;
He mocks at the winds that caper along
From the far-off clamorous deep-
But we-we love their lullaby song
Of "Sleep, little tulip, sleep!"
Old dog Fritz in slumber sound
Groans of the stony mart-
To-morrow how proudly he '11 trot you round,
Hitched to our new milk-cart!
And you shall help me blanket the kine
And fold the gentle sheep
And set the herring a-soak in brine-
But now, little tulip, sleep!
A Dream-One comes to button the eyes
That wearily droop and blink,
While the old mill buffets the frowning skies
And scolds at the stars that wink;
Over your face the misty wings
Of that beautiful Dream-One sweep,
And rocking your cradle she softly sings:
"Sleep, little tulip, sleep!"
NIGHTFALL IN DORDRECHT
Music by REGINALD DE KOVEN
Allegretto Moderato.
(-*-- -=- ...- --.--= *
1. The mill goes toil ing
2. The sails are reef'd, the
do-
slow ly around With stead y and sol emn creak, And my lit-tle one hears in the
nets are drawn, And o verhis pot of beer The fisher a against the
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Fed.
dim.
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kind ly sound, My little one hears inthekind ly sound The voice of the old mill
mor row's dawn, The fisher a against the mor row's dawn So nls ti-ly mak eth
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speak, The voice of the old mill speak. While round and round those
cheer, So lus ti-ly mak eth cheer; He mocks the winds that
S'lla voce. rail
7- ---- .--
g white ins Grim lySo grim and ghost ,,like creep, years that the
old mill sin : Sleep, little tu-wing s So grim and ghost t likep, slcreep," WhileMy
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lit tie one, my lit-tie one, the old mill is a sing ing, "Sleep, lit-tie tu lip, sleep."
lit-tie one, my lit tle one, the old mill is a sing ing,"Sleep, lit-tle tu lip, sleep."
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wink, And scolds at the stars that wink; Then o'er your face the
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mist y wings of that beautiful Dream-One sweep,..... And rock ing your cra-dle she
S* .cre8c.
0 -- -- d o-- -- -
poco pressando. rail. f,
soft ly sings: "Sleep, little tu lip, sleep, little tu lip, sleep, While
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frown- ing skies The old mill buffets the frown ing skies, And scolds at the stars that
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o'er your face the Dream-One her mist y wings doth sweep. My
a tempo.
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lit tle one, my lit tle one, the old mill is a sing ing," Sleep, little tu lip, sleep,
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THE BROOK
I LOOKED in the brook and saw a face-
Heigh-ho, but a child was I!
There were rushes and willows in that place,
And they clutched at the brook as the brook ran by;
And the brook it ran its own sweet way,
As a child doth run in heedless play,
And as it ran I heard it say:
"Hasten with me
To the roistering sea
That is wroth with the flame of the morning sky!"
I look in the brook and see a face-
Heigh-ho, but the years go by!
The rushes are dead in the old-time place,
And the willows I knew when a child was I.
And the brook it seemeth to me to say,
As ever it stealeth on its way-
Solemnly now, and not in play:
Oh, come with me
To the slumbrous sea
That is gray with the peace of the evening sky!"
Heigh-ho, but the years go by-
I would to God that a child were I!
THE BROOK
Music by ARTHUR FOOTE
Moderato grazioso.
1. I looked ......... in the
Moderato grazioso.
so- I s
brook and saw ........ a face-........ Heigh -
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SId.
Fed.
There were rush es and wil lows in that place, And they
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clutched at the brook as the brook ran by; And the brook it ran its
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own sweet way, As a child doth run in heed less play,.... .. And as it
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ran I heard it say :............ "Hast en with me ......
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"FIDDLE-DEE-DEE"
T HERE once was a bird that lived up in a tree,
And all he could whistle was "Fiddle-dee-dee"-
A very provoking, unmusical song
For one to be whistling the summer day long!
Yet always contented and busy was he
With that vocal recurrence of "Fiddle-dee-dee."
Hard by lived a brave little soldier of four,
That weird iteration repented him sore;
"I prithee, Dear-Mother-Mine! fetch me my gun,
For, by our St. Didy! the deed must be done
That shall presently rid all creation and me
Of that ominous bird and his 'Fiddle-dee-dee'!"
Then out came Dear-Mother-Mine, bringing her son
His awfully truculent little red gun;
The stock was of pine and the barrel of tin,
The "bang" it came out where the bullet went in-
The right kind of weapon, I think you '11 agree,
For slaying all fowl that go "Fiddle-dee-dee"!
The brave little soldier quoth never a word,
But he up and he drew a straight bead on that bird;
And, while that vain creature provokingly sang,
The gun it went off with a terrible bang!
Then loud laughed the youth-" By my Bottle," cried he,
"I've put a quietus on 'Fiddle-dee-dee' !"
Out came then Dear-Mother-Mine, saying: "My son,
Right well have you wrought with your little red gun!
Hereafter no evil at all need I fear,
With such a brave soldier as You-My-Love here!"
She kissed the dear boy.
[The bird in the tree
Continued to whistle his "Fiddle-dee-dee" !]
"FIDDLE- DEE-DEE"
Music by REGINALD DE KOVEN
WHISTLE.
1. There once was a bird that lived up in a tree, And
2. Hard by lived a brave lit-tle sol dier of four, That
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Copyright, 1896, by Charles Scribner's Sons.
if WHISTLE.
he could whis-tle was "Fiddle-dee dee,"
it e ra tion re-pented him sore;
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cresc.
ve-ry pro evoking un mu si-cal song, For one to be whistling the summer day long. Yet
prithee, Dear-Mother-Mine fetch me my gun, For, by our St. Di-dy, the deed must be done That shall
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vocal recurrence of Fiddle-dee dee, Of fiddle-diddle-diddle-diddle-diddle-dee-dee, Of
om-inous bird and his Fiddle-dee dee, His fiddle-diddle-diddle-diddle-diddle-dee-dee, His
Crese.
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fid-dle-diddle-diddle-dee dee.
fid-dle-diddle-diddle-dee -
ala. -a tempo.
) verse.
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up and he drew a straight bead on that bird, And
well have you wrought with your little red gun; Here -
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tinued to whistle his
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Fiddle-dee dee, On fiddle-diddle-diddle-diddle-diddle-dee-dee! On
Fiddle-dee dee, His fiddle-diddle-diddle-diddle-diddle-dee-dee! His
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OH, LITTLE CHILD
H USH, little one, and fold your hands-
The sun hath set, the moon is high;
The sea is singing to the sands,
And wakeful posies are beguiled
By many a fairy lullaby-
Hush, little child-my little child!
Dream, little one, and in your dreams
Float upward from this lowly place-
Float out on mellow, misty streams
To lands where bideth Mary mild,
And let her kiss thy little face,
You little child-my little child!
Sleep, little one, and take thy rest-
With angels bending over thee,
Sleep sweetly on that Father's breast
Whom our dear Christ hath reconciled-
But stay not there-come back to me,
Oh, little child-my little child!
Molto moderato.
OH, LITTLE CHILD
Music by GERRIT SMITH
1. Hush, lit tie one, and
Y- a ...
fold your hands, The sun hath set, the moon is high;
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poeo riten. ,
Hush, lit-tie one, and fold your hans, The sea is sing-ing to the sands, And
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Piu mosso.
-I -e
wake ful po-sies are be-guil'd By man- ya fai ry Inl la by;
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Copyright, 1896, by Ch arles Scribner's Sons.
poco ritenuto.
Hush, lit tie one,
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and fold your hands,
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Hush, lit tie child, my
colla voce i
lit tie child.
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ON= of preceding.
Meno mosso.
Lul-la-by,
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Lul-la-by,
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in your dreams Float up ward from this low ly place;
take thy rest With an gels bend ing o ver thee,
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Hush, lit tle one, and
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fold your hands,
Hush, lit tie
F"m.
child,
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LITTLE BOY BLUE
HE little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket molds in his hands.
Time was when the little toy dog was new,
And the soldier was passing fair;
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there.
"Now, don't you go till I come," he said,
"And don't you make any noise!"
So, toddling off to his trundle-bed,
He dreamt of the pretty toys;
And, as he was dreaming, an angel song
Awakened our Little Boy Blue-
Oh! the years are many, the years are long,
But the little toy friends are true!
Aye, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,
Each in the same old place-
Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
The smile of a little face;
And they wonder, as waiting the long years through
In the dust of that little chair,
What has become of our Little Boy Blue,
Since he kissed them and put them there.
LITTLE BOY BLUE
Music by REGINALD DE KOVEN
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1. The lit- tle toy dog is cover'd with dust, But stur dy and staunch he stands; And the
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cres. .
lit-tie toy sol dier is red with rust, And his mus ket molds in his hands, Time
Ped.
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don't you go till I come," he said, "And don't you make a ny noise!"
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con sentiment. rall.
as he was dream ing, an an gel song... A wak en'd our Lit tie Boy
won- der, as wait- ing the long years through, In the dust of that lit tie
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mol to rall. -- -J--
Blue. For the years are ma ny, the years are long, But the
chair, What has be come of Lit- tie Boy Blue Since he
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lit tie toy friends are true; For friends may fail, and the
kiss'd them and put them there. For friends may fail, and the
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world go wrong, But the lit tie toy friends are true;....... And
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lit tie they care, tho' the years be long, They're wait ing for Lit tie Boy
con moto esress.
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p colla voce. P
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ARMENIAN LULLABY
IF thou wilt close thy drowsy eyes,
My mulberry one, my golden son,
The rose shall sing thee lullabies,
My pretty cosset lambkin!
And thou shalt swing in an almond-tree,
With a flood of moonbeams rocking thee,-
A silver boat in a golden sea, -
My velvet love, my nestling dove,
My own pomegranate-blossom!
The stork shall guard thee passing well
All night, my sweet, my dimple-feet,
And bring thee myrrh and asphodel,
My gentle rain-of-springtime;
And for thy slumber-play shall twine
The diamond stars with an emerald vine,
To trail in the waves of ruby wine,
My hyacinth-bloom, my heart's perfume,
My cooing little turtle!
And when the morn wakes up to see
My apple-bright, my soul's delight,
The partridge shall come calling thee,
My jar of milk-and-honey!
Yes, thou shalt know what mystery lies
In the amethyst deep of the curtained skies,
If thou wilt fold thy onyx eyes,
You wakeful one, you naughty son,
You chirping little sparrow!
ARMENIAN LULLABY
Music by G. W. CHADWICK
1. If thou wilt close thy drow sy eyes, My
2. The stork shall guard thee pass ing well, All
Andantino.
mulber ry one, my gold en son,
night, my sweet, my dim pie feet,
The rose shall sing thee lul la bies, My
And bring thee myrrh and as -pho del, My
Scresc.
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pret -ty, pret ty cos set lamb -- kin! And
gen tie, gen tie rain of spring time; And
.do
thou shalt swing in an al mond tree, With a
for thy slum ber play shall twine The
flood of moon beams rock ing thee, A
dia mond stars with an emer aid vine, To
p p al len tn do.
rat --ral a den
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for t l- e- play snall vine, TO
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sil ver boat in a gold en sea, My
trail in waves of ru by wine My
a tempo.
t-e'- -r-
vel vet love, my nest-ling dove, My own pome-gran ate -
hya-cinth bloom, my heart's per fume, My coo ing lit tie
blos som.
tur tle.
S, tie- *
HUSHABY, SWEET MY OWN
AIR is the castle up on the hill-
Hushaby, sweet my own!
The night is fair, and the waves are still,
And the wind is singing to you and to me
In this lowly home beside the sea-
Hushaby, sweet my own!
On yonder hill is store of wealth-
Hushaby, sweet my own!
And revellers drink to a little one's health;
But you and I bide night and day
For the other love that has sailed away-
Hushaby, sweet my own!
See not, dear eyes, the forms that creep
Ghostlike, 0 my own!
Out of the mists of the murmuring deep;
Oh, see them not and make no cry
Till the angels of death have passed us by-
Hushaby, sweet my own!
Ah, little they reck of you and me-
Hushaby, sweet my own!
In our lonely home beside the sea;
They seek the castle up on the hill,
And there they will do their ghostly will-
Hushaby, 0 my own!
Here by the sea a mother croons
"Hushaby, sweet my own!"
In yonder castle a mother swoons
While the angels go down to the misty deep,
Bearing a little one fast asleep-
Hushaby, sweet my own!
Andante.
.= 54.
HUSHABY, SWEET MY OWN
Music by C. B. HAWLEY
1. Fair is the cas tie up-on the hill- Hush a-by, sweet my own ....... The
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night is fair and the waves are still, And the wind is singing to you and to me In this
-f I
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I LO I
rit.
0 I 0 alp
low ly home beside the sea.... In this low ly home beside the sea-
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a tempo. t
U- w.. -*
Hush a-by, sweet my own. Hush a-by, sweet my own......
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a tempo
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rev 'lers drink to a lit tle one's health; But you and I bide night and day For the
rev-'lersdrink to a lit-tle one's health; But you and I bide night and day For the
W
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yon der cas tle a moth er swoons While the angels go down to the mist y deep,
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Bear-ing a lit tle one fast a sleep,
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DUTCH LULLABY
YNKEN, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe,-
Sailed on a river of misty light
Into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
The old moon asked the three.
"We have come to fish for the herring-fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we,"
Said Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
All night long their nets they threw
For the fish in the twinkling foam,
Then down from the sky came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
'T was all so pretty a sail, it seemed
As if it could not be;
And some folk thought 't was a dream they 'd dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea;
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one's trundle-bed;
So shut your eyes while Mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock on the misty sea
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three,-
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
DUTCH LULLABY
Music by REGINALD DE KOVEN, Op. 53, No. I
Andante giocoso. s
marcato. f
1. Wyn-ken and Blyn-ken and Nod one night Sailed off in a wood en
2. Laughed the old Moon, and he sung a song As they rocked in a wood en
S poco rall. f= a tempo. i _
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shoe, ....... Sailed on a riv er of mist y light
shoe,........ The wind that sped them the whole night long
-- .--- --- _----- ...._
S poco trall. fa tempo.
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In to a sea
Ruff led the waves
U
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of dew ....
of dew .. .
"Oh, where are you go
The lit tle stars were
f Animato.
the sea,
the three,
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Nets of sil ver and gold have we ]or the fish who dwell in this
"Nev er, nev er a feard are we!" So cried the stars to the
Smarcato il movimento.
i.. p all. Ea tempo.
bea ti- ful sea," Said Wyn ken, Blyn- ken and Nod, .... Said
fish er men three, To Wyn ken, Blyn- ken and Nod, ...... To
a IV I'
Wyn en and Blyn-ken and od ...
Wyn -ken and Blyn-ken and od ....
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fa tempo.
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3. All night long their nets they threw For the fish in the twink ling
4. Wyn-ken and Blyn- ken are two lit-tle eyes, And od is a lit tie
mf
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p poco ra1l. f> a tempo.
foam,........ Then down from the sky came the
head, ....... The wood en shoe that
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P= -- -- f
Bring ing the fish er men home........ 'Twas
Is a wee trun die bed........ So s
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sail it seemed As if it could not
moth er sings Of wond rous sights that
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wood en
sailed the
be, . . And
be, . . And
shoe,
skies
I
sea, the sea, the sea ........
sea, the sea, the sea .........
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Shall I name you the fish er-men three, That were sail ing o ver that
As you rock on the mist y sea, Where the old shoe rocked all those
marcato il movimento.
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SP -- rala. f
beau ti ful sea? They're Wyn ken, Blyn ken and Nod,...... They're
fish er-men three, Wyn ken, Blyn ken and Nod,......
Wyn-ken and Blyn-ken and Nod ...
Wyn-ken and Blyn-ken and Nod......
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CHILD AND MOTHER
MOTHER-MY-LOVE, if you '11 give me your hand,
And go where I ask you to wander,
I will lead you away to a beautiful land-
The Dreamland that 's waiting out yonder.
We'll walk in a sweet-posie garden out there
Where moonlight and starlight are streaming
And the flowers and the birds are filling the air
With the fragrance and music of dreaming.
There 'll be no little tired-out boy to undress,
No questions or cares to perplex you;
There 'll be no little bruises or bumps to caress,
Nor patching of stockings to vex you.
For I '11 rock you away on a silver-dew stream,
And sing you asleep when you 're weary,
And no one shall know of our beautiful dream
But you and your own little dearie.
And when I am tired I'll nestle my head
In the bosom that's soothed me so often,
And the wide-awake stars shall sing in my stead
A song which our dreaming shall soften.
So, Mother-My-Love, let me take your dear hand,
And away through the starlight we '11 wander-
Away through the mist to the beautiful land-
The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder!
CHILD AND MOTHER
Music by W. W. GILCHRIST
Con moto.
1. 0 Moth er My -Love, if you'll
2. There'll be no lit tie tired out
3. And when I am tired I'll
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give me your hand, and go where I ask you to wan der,
boy to un dress, No ques- tions or cares to per plex you;
nes tie my head In the bos om that's soothed me so oft en,
I will lead you a way to a beau- ti ful land--The
There'll be no [lit tie bruis es or bumps to ca ress, Nor
And the wide a wake stars shall sing in my stead A
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Copyright, 1896, by Charles Scribner's Sons.
Dream land that's wait ing out yon der. We'll
patch ing of stock ings to vex you. For I'll
song which our dream ing shall soft en. So
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walk in a sweet po sie gar den out there Where
rock you a way on a sil ver- dew stream, And
Moth er My Love, let me take your dear hand, And a-
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moon light and star light are stream ing And the
sing you a sleep when you're wea ry, And
S way thro' the star light we'll wan der A -
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flow'rs and the birds are fill ing the air With the
no one shall know of our beau ti ful dream, But
way through the mist to the beau ti ful land The
fra grance and mu sic of dream - ing.
you and your own lit tie dear - ie.
Dream land that's wait ing out yon - der.
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