Every Mother's Son There Sang "The Wearing Of The Green" Year 1907 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Edward Rogers Music by Joe Hollander Shapiro Music Publisher Corner of Broadway & 39th St. New York

First Verse There was fun galore on the parlor floor Down at McVeigh's tenement. Such a time had they, on McVeigh's birthday, With Irish element. Every one of them were drinking Creme de Menthe; Faith and that's the way the evening it was spent. Till Con. O ' Shea says "Come McVeigh, lets have some merriment." Second Verse Well, a row began when poor Dan McCann, Got a hugging Murphy's wife. Sure says Mike O' Toole, "Man you are a fool, Faith he's known her all his life". In excitement Tim McVeigh turned out the light; When the copper came, he thought there was a fight. He broke the door then cussed and swore, And all was pinched that night. Third Verse To the jail they went, But no bail was sent, So they kept them there all right, Till the Cop says he, You will not get free, For the row you made last night." So, they went before the Judge called Mike McCue, Says he, "Tell me what the devil did you do?" "Why look here Judge, It's just a grudge, We'll sing the song for you." Chorus The mother sang, the father sang, The sister sang as well; The parrot sang, the whole she-bang, Let out an awful yell. It really was an Irish night, It's like you've never seen; For every mother's son there sang, the "Wearing Of The Green."

Meet Me In Bubble Land Year 1914 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Casper Nathan and Joe Manne Music by Isham Jones Waterson, Berlin & Snyder Co. Strand Theatre Building New York

First Verse I've been dreaming dreams of childhood, And the games we used to play, When my heart knew only sunshine, That was shining thro' the live-long day. Now I know my constant dreaming, Always takes me back to yesterday; If your heart is yearning, Join me in returning, come, and I will show you the way. Second Verse You can make this wond'rous journey, Go to Bubble Land tonight, Only you must be real certain, Your heart's beating in a way that's right. Bubble land was made for lovers, Those who'd leave their grieving far behind; There is no despair there, Pleasure's everywhere there, joy's the only thing that you'll find. Chorus Meet me tonight in Bubble Land So far away from Trouble Land, Where there is lots of joy That is waiting for each girl and boy. Hearts break like bubbles in the air, But there we'll never know a care; Let all our troubles fade like bubbles, Meet me in Bubble Land.

Tipperary Year 1907 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Leo Curley Music by Jas. M. Fulton and J. Fred Helf Helf & Hager Co. Inc. 43 W. 28th St. New York City

First Verse I'm in love with a slip of a tip-tip-typical Tipperary miss: She's a regular clip with a rosy lip that you'd dearly love to kiss: From the tip of her toes to the tip top of her nose I love her so. I'd like to just take her and squeeze her, I know that it wouldn't displease her. But she lives in Tipperary many miles away from here, If I could just meet her to see her and greet her, I',m thinkin' I'd eat her the little dear. But she's many miles away from here and so I'll wait I fear. Till I take a notion and sail o'er the ocean to Ireland. Second Verse Now I'll give ye a tip when I board the ship with me grip to trip away: I'll be there a yell when they ring the bell and I'll shout "hip-hip-hooray." Then the whistle will toot and away we'll shoot with a toot toot down the bay. I'll wave a bye-bye when we're sailin' from over the top of the railin'. Then a cross the briny ocean to the tiny Em'rald Isle I'd give me last penny, if I hadn't any, be-gory, or many to see her smile. As she used to when she sat ferninst me down beside the stile. But I was a rover be-dad and came over from Ireland. Chorus Faith it's me that's nearly crazy, From me Tipperary daisy All the day me hearts "undaisy." Sure the thing I find that's on me mind, Is the darlin' girl I left behind, Far off in dear old Tipperary.

Killarney, My Home O'er The Sea Year 1911 < Click here to listen ! > Words and music by: Frederic Knight Logan Leo Feist Inc. 134 W. 37th St. New York City

First Verse There's a place in Old Ireland that's dear to my heart, 'Tis the scene of my childhood so fair; From its hills and it's valleys, 'twas sadness to part, From the Lakes of Killarney, With beauty so rare. Tho' a stranger, alone o'er this wide world I stray, And thy lakes and thy mountains no longer I see. Still the bloom of that valley in mem'ry shall stay, For Erin, Mavourneen, my heart beats for thee. Second Verse Sure there ne'er was a land where the grass grew so green, Nor a place where the sky was more fair; With the rocks and the rills one harmonious scene, By the Lakes of Killarney, With beauty so rare. I remember the colleens and lads who were there, As they danced in the glen on a bright summer's night, To the pipers glad tune as it rang on the air, Oh to think of that scene, fills my heart with delight. Chorus And I long for dear Ireland, Green Isle of the West, Where the shamrock and flow'rs bloom'd for me. There the Angels of Peace fold their bright wings and rest By the Lakes of Killarney, my home o'er the sea.

Next Sunday At Nine or "Dearie Won't You Call Me Dearie" Year 1912 < Click here to listen ! > By Evan Lloyd Will Rossiter 136 W. Lake St. Chicago Illinois

First Verse Hello dearie my how sweet you look today Face so fair, golden hair bonnet trimmed with roses. Golden sun beams, on your face just love to play, And your eyes can't disguise love light oft' reposes; Wonder if you knew That I'm so proud of you. Second Verse Dream days always since you named the wedding day, All so bright, hearts so light for our honeymooning. Orange blossoms, for the bride along the way, Roses too just for you 'Round the door a blooming; Honey can't you see You're all the world to me. Chorus Dearie won't you call me dearie, 'Cause it's drawing "nearie" to our wedding day Next Sunday Dearie don't you let us tarry you and I to marry In the Summer time And the same old chimes We have heard many times And next Sunday at nine You'll forever be mine.

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