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Bo-La-Bo
Year
1919
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Words & Music by
George Fairman
M. Whitmark & Sons
Whitmark Building
New York
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First
Verse
Bo-la-bo, Bo-la-Bo, Oh, my heart is beating
fast,
Far across the desert sand you come to claim my love at last!
'Neath the palm trees my soul is waking, for dawn is breaking,
and night is past! Oh,
Second
Verse
Bo-la-Bo, Bo-la-Bo,
I have waited long for you,
After weary days we'll meet again, 'Neath Egypt's skies so blue.
Many long days have I been yearning for your returning,
my love so true! Oh,
Chorus
Bo-la-Bo, Bo-la-Bo, carry me
to Cairo, Where oriental breezes blow.
On our way, day by day, let us drift awhile,
down the dreamy Nile, Bo-la-Bo!
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I
Told You So
Year
1920
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Words by Lew Brown
Music by Albert Von Tilzer
Broadway Music Corporation
145 W. 45th Street
New York, NY.
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First
Verse
I remember when you went away, how I begged
and pleaded that you
stay, You just laughed at me you wanted to be free Everything I told
you has come true, now if I wanted to, how I could laugh at you.
Second
Verse
You said you had nothing to regret,
you thought you could easily
forget, You knew right along that you were in the wrong I could treat
you as you treated me, but I can plainly see, you're sorry as can be.
Chorus
You're so blue and lonesome
too, I told you so. No one else can
comfort you I told you so I said that you would pine, and miss this
love of mine but you didn't care, you wouldn't play fair and
still I loved you so Life for you is one sad song I told you so.
You admit that you were wrong, You ought to know you flew around
from tree to tree but when you couldn't get the love you got from me
you started longing for the days that used to be I told you so.
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Nightingale
Year
1920
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Words by Richard Coburn
Music by Vincent Rose
Jerome H. Remick & Co.
New York & Detroit.
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First
Verse
Somewhere the nightingale is singing from
above he promised
that he's be my messenger of love and I am yearning for his
returning It seems that's all I'm thinking of
Second
Verse
The nightingale knows
why I'm feeling sad and blue somehow I
know that he is feeling lonesome too that's why he's heeding my
tender pleading and sings to her the whole night thru
Chorus
Nightingale when you are singing
tenderly oh tell her nightingale
That it's a lover's melody just so when ever you are singing she'll
know the message you are bringing nightingale bring back
my love to me
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Buddha
Year
1919
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Words by Edward Rose
Music by Lew Pollack
McCarthy & Fisher Inc.
224 W. 46th Street.
New York, NY.
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First
Verse
In an oriental clime, seated on a mystic
shrine,
Buddha dwells, and dispels hate.
Came a maid, to him one day, with a troubled heart, they say,
She was told he controlled fate.
"Oh Buddha, listen to my plea, I bring my troubled heart to thee,
so won't you please tell me;"
Second
Verse
Time changed quickly
in to years, still no word from him she hears,
But each day, she would pray low. When her savings all were spent,
magic messages were sent, She enthused at the news so. I came from
far, far, away while those near heard her softly say, "now won't
you
please tell me;"
Chorus
Buddha, does he really love me, Buddha, is
he thinking of me,
at each dawn in awaking, and I find my heart still breaking;
Buddha with the poppies blooming, he said he'd come back to me,
Buddha, can't you discover, my heart cries, there's another
Buddha with your mystic power, Buddha, take this faded flower.
I know he'll understand and ease my sad heart, why?
Oh, why did he say good bye? Buddha listen to my plea, bring him
back to me.
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Down
In Bom-Bombay
Year
1915
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Words by Ballard Macdonald
Music by Harry Carroll
Shapiro, Bernstein & Co.
224 West 47th Street
New York
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First
Verse
If you're tired of this life, if you're lonely with
one wife, take my little
tip, take your little grip, take a little trip to India far away,
down to Bom-Bombay:
Second
Verse
There the tropic breezes blow, there the waw waw bushes
grow,
where the girls are nice, they eat curried rice, full of red hot spice
in
India far away, down in Bom-Bombay
Chorus
Down in Bom-Bombay, where the palm trees sway, where
you clap
your hands, then you give commands to those Indian bands to play
a little tom-tom (hear 'em) There the girlies sway, in Oriental way,
Every cat has got nine lives, every man has got nine wives,
down in Bom-Bombay.
Down in Bom-Bombay, where the palm trees sway, where you clap
your hands, then you give commands to those Indian bands to play
a little tom-tom (hear 'em) There the girlies sway, in Oriental way,
Where you lead the simple life, every day a different wife,
down in Bom-Bombay.
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Southern
Beauties
March-Two Step
Year
1907
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By Charles l. Johnson
Jerome H. Remick & Co.
New York and Detroit
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