Hawaiian Butterfly Year 1917 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Geo. A. Little Music by Billy Baskette and Joseph Santly Leo Feist Inc. Feist Building New York

First Verse Somewhere in Hawaii, I'm sending a wire To someone waiting there for me, Among the flowers She counts the hours, She simply carried my heart away, And I say in dreams every day: Second Verse She answered the wire I sent to Hawaii With simple words, like, "I love you," And since she told me, I can see plainly, Soon I'll be telling you all goodbye, I must go, for I love her so: Chorus Beautiful Hulu, Down in dreamy Honolulu, I am feeling so peculiar, Since I first met you. In a moonlit garden fair, Cupid, he is warden there, Just like the flowers you're true, Waiting and dreaming in a garden of roses; Sometime in the bright Hawaian sunshine, Dear, I'm going to make you all mine, And that is just why, Songbirds sing in tune to these words, When I come back some day, we'll fly away, Hawaian Butterfly.

I'll Be Happy When The Preacher Makes You Mine Year 1919 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Sam M. Lewis and Joe Young Music by Walter Donaldson Waterson, Berlin and Snyder Co. Strand Theatre Building Broadway at 47th STreet New York, NY.

First Verse I'm blue, so blue, Can't get interested in a thing I do; If you only knew, The dreams that I've been dreaming of you all night through; Only yesterday I dreamed I lost you, I awoke and found myself in tears; One week, seven little days; Seem like seven years. Second Verse Amen, Amen, Let me hear that word then I'll be glad again; Till then, you know when, I'll be just like a lion in a lonely den; Bought the ring and everything is ready All I've got to do is slip it on; One week, seven little days; Wish that they were gone. Chorus I can't wait until next Sunday morning, I'll be so happy when the preacher makes you mine; You love the melodies, of birds and honey bees; But tell me what could be sweeter than the choir singing, While the wedding bells are ding dong dinging; On our way to church next Sunday morning, We'll hear the people whisper, "don't they both look fine," I may be nervous for a while, and during service I won't smile, But I'll be dog-gone happy when the preacher makes you mine. (Amen then, hal-le-lu-jah, hal-le-lu-jah!)

Sentimental Oriental Nights Year 1917 < Click here to listen ! > By L. Wolfe Gilbert and Anatol Friedland Jos. W. Stern & Co. 102 - 104 W. 38th St. New York City

First Verse Oh, those Oriental Nights, Silver lining in the sky, Golden shadows drawing nigh; Oh, those oriental lights, Sentimental eyes are beaming, dreaming with delight! Chorus I bask in your wonderful smile, I ask for your love all the while, Let's roam the wildwood, As in our childhood, Rapture and joy to be-witch and beguile; Roses of love fill the air Sweet scented perfume so rare Life's golden treasure, Love without measure, Here 'mid the Oriental Nights. Nightbirds are crooning in the dark, Harken unto the meadowlark; He knows who goes sweet-heart! Oh, those Oriental nights, Silver lining in the sky, Golden shadows drawing nigh; Come, love, linger in my arms, In abandon gaze into my eyes, Be my paradise, 'Neath these wondrous skies of love.

Oh! What A Pal Was Mary Year 1919 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Edgar Leslie and Bert Kalmar Music by Pete Wendling Waterson, Berlin & Snyder Co. Strand Building 47th Street and Broadway New York City

First Verse Mary o' mine, Mary o' mine, Grew like a rose in a bower, Bloomed for a day, Faded away, I lost a beautiful flower; Sweetheart and friend, right to the end; That's why I miss her so. Second Verse Mary o' mine, Mary o' mine, My little playmate of childhood, Symbol of love, Sent from above, Staunch as an oak in the wildwood; Mem'ries of old, purer than gold; Fill me with love sublime. Chorus Oh! what a gal was Mary, Oh! what a pal was she, An angel was born on Easter morn, and God sent her down to me. Heart of my heart was Mary, Soul of my soul divine, Though she is gone, love lingers on, for Mary old pal of mine.

Old Pal Why Dont You Answer Me? Year 1920 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Sam M. Lewis and Joe Young Music by M. K. Jerome Waterson, Berlin and Snyder Co. Strand Theatre Building Broadway at 47th STreet New York, NY.

First Verse Old pal old gal, You left me all alone; Old pal old gal, I'm just a rolling stone. Shadows that come stealing, Thru the weary night; Always find me kneeling, In the candle light. Second Verse Old pal, old gal, The nights are long and drear; Old pal old gal, Each day seems like a year. No one left to meet me, After all I've toiled; No one here to greet me, It's an empty world. Chorus The long night through I pray to you, Old pal why don't you answer me? My arms embrace an empty space, The arms that held you tenderly. If you can hear my pray'r away up there; Old pal why don't you answer me?

That's What You Mean To Me Year 1916 < Click here to listen ! > Words by George Graff Jr. Music by George H. Gartlan Leo Feist Inc. Feist Building 231 W. 40th St. New York City

First Verse I know that you love me, you know I love you, But you wonder, if days to be Will find us the same, let me answer, dear, Do you know what you mean to me? Second Verse Every rose has it's fragrance, The skies have the stars, And the night has the day to be, The day has the sunshine, but I have you, And you're all that and more to me. Chorus All that the sunshine means to the rose, And blossoms mean to the tree, All that the spring time to the earth, And rivers mean to the sea. All that their singing means to the birds, And honey means to the bee, All that a girl ever meant to a boy, That's what you mean to me.

Everybody Rag With Me Year 1914 < Click here to listen ! > Music by Grace LeBoy Lyrics by Gus Kahn Jerome H. Remick & Co. New York and Detroit

First Verse What's that sneaky freaky, creepy, melody? It just takes me, makes me restless as can be; It goes to my heart, my head, my feet, I'll give anybody in the house my seat. I want to dance, dance, dance, dance, dance till I drop, I don't ever want to stop this ragging. Second Verse Sousa's clever but he never played like this, This just thrills me and it fills me full of bliss; There it goes again! that sweet refrain! Every note reminds me of an Angel strain! Come on and dance, dance, dance, dance, then dance some more, We'll wear out this old pine floor completely. Chorus Everybody rag with me, Everybody drag with me. I've learned those dips and skips and dreamy hesitations, I could dance till day is dawning, Then I want to dance all morning Everybody sway with me, Drop your work and play with me, I don't want to hear any opera grand, Ragtime music, that's what I understand! I want every body in the world to rag with me.

Some Boy Year 1912 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Gene Buck Music by Dave Stamper The Penn Music Co. 145 W. 45th Street New York

First Verse Talk about your lovin' men, You may have met one now and then, I got one, of lovers he's the king, He has won my heart and everything, Calls me honey nunch and sweetie too; He is handsome as can be, He sure is awful good to me, When he's near my heart goes pit-i-pat, And I fear I don't know where I'm at He's the grandest man I ever knew. Second Verse Takes me out most every night, To cabarets where lights are bright, On the phone he calls me every day, He has shown his love in every way, I feel just like a queen when he's around; We have named the date to wed, I'll not forget the things he said, Bought the ring it came from Tiffany's Everything is ready, got the keys, To the cutest little flat that's in town Chorus take it from me that I'm crazy 'bout my boy, He brings me joy, He is so grand, and Got a heart that's full of sympathy, And its beating all the time for me, When he looks into my eyes, I'm hypnotized, He kisses me like the hero in Three Weeks, It burns my cheeks, And when he speaks, 'bout, Lovin' baby then I'm gone that's all, For his lovin' ways I'm bound to fall, That man of mine he's cert'nly some boy.

Arrah Go On I'm Gonna Go Back To Oregon Year 1916 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Joe Young and Sam Lewis Music by Bert Grant Waterson, Berlin and Snyder Co. Strand Theatre Bldg. Broadway at 47th St. New York

First Verse Pat McCarty, hale and hearty, Living in Oregon, Heard a lot of talk about the great New York; He left the farm, where all was calm and landed on old Broadway, He coaxed a little Mary Ann into a swell cafe. The waiter brought the card and said, "what will you have," to Pat; Then Pat looked at the prices and he said "I'll have me hat." Second Verse Pat McCarty broke the party up into smithereens Said "your bill of fare, would give a bull scare; I want to eat, but I repeat, I don't want to buy the place," And Mary Ann was sitting with blushes on her face. She said, "I'll have a little steak, that's all I want right now;" And Pat said, "what it costs for steaks, why I could buy a cow." Chorus Arrah go on, I'm gonna go back to Oregon, Arrah go on, I'm gonna go back and stay. I could buy the horses many a bale of hay, for all that I'd have to pay to feed a chicken on old Broadway, Arrah go on, there's somebody back in Oregon, Who calls me Uncle Pat, not Uncle John; Arrah go on, go way, go wid yer go way, go wid yer go way, go on, Arrah go on, I'm gonna go back to Oregon.

When I Dream Of Old Erin (I'm Dreaming Of You) Year 1912 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Marvin Lee Music byLeo Friedman Harry Williams Music Co.Inc. 154 West - 46th Street New York

First Verse When the nightingale's singing its sweet melodies, And the scent of the flowers perfumes the night breeze, Then I dream of my old home far over the sea, By the Lake of Kilarney, Where I long to be. And I see you, it seems, waiting there on the shore, Where together we stray'd in the sweet days of yore, I am thinking, tonight, of my Colleen so true: When I dream of Old Erin, I'm dreaming of you. Second Verse I can see the old cottage, just o'er the hill there; 'Tis those fond recollections bring happiness rare. Sure the lassie I love with a heart that is true, She is waiting for someone, While someone waits too. And my love's growing stronger each day, more and more, 'Tis the same old love story that's told o'er and o'er, So, -cush-la my Colleen, it seems that you knew, When I dream of Old Erin, I'm dreaming of you. Chorus When I dream of old Erin I'm dreaming of you, With your sweet, roguish smile and your true eyes of blue; For my love, like the Shamrock, each day stronger grew; When I dream of Old Erin, I'm dreaming of you.

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