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Halcyon Days Music contains a collection of Early American Music and Vintage Songs from the early 1900s, 1910s and 1920s.

Our archive of vintage music contains a wide assortment of Early American Music and Popular Songs in MIDI music format which you can download and listen to on your computer at home. Each vintage song is accompanied with its vintage sheet music cover and music lyrics.

That's What The Red, White And Blue Means To Ev'ry True Heart In The USA

That's What The Red, White And Blue Means To Ev'ry True Heart In The USA

Year 1918

Lyrics by Robert Levenson
Music by E.E. Bagley

Walter Jacobs
Boston, Mass.

  First Verse
Every stripe that's in the flag means something dear to me, For it's the emblem of our land and of democracy; And everytime I see Old Glory Then I want to tell the story Just as in the days of old the tale was told to me:

Second Verse
Everyone that's in the land should keep in memry clear Just what the meaning is of that old flag we love so dear; For every single word is thrilling 'Cause it shows we all are willing when there comes a time for it to do our bit with cheer.

Chorus
Red is for the soldier boys, their muskets swining while they're sining songs of cheer; White is for mothers, while their hearts are pining smiles are shining through each tear; Blue is for the jackies on the ocean sailing, never failing once to win the day That's what the Red and White and Blue means to every true heart in the U.S.A.

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Take Your Girlie To The Movies (If You Can't Make Love At Home)

Take Your Girlie To The Movies (If You Can't Make Love At Home)

Year 1919

Words by Edgar Leslie and Bert Kalmar

Music by Pete Wendling

Waterson, Berlin and Snyder Co.
Strand Theatre Building
Broadway at 47th St.
New York City

  First Verse
Beatrice Fairfax gives advice, To anyone in love; That's why Johnny Gray, Wrote to her one day; 'When I call to love my girl, Her folks are always there; That's why I'm blue, What shall I do?" And Beatrice said, "never despair"

Second Verse
Sweethearts always used to spoon, In a big morris chair; Young folks of today, Have a different way; Far away from cranky dad, And mother's eagle eye; It's lots of fun, Here's how it's done, So come on and give it a try.

Chorus
Take your girlie to the movies, If you can't make love at home; There's not little brother there who always squeals, You can say an awful lot in the seven reels. Take your lessons at the movies, And have love scenes of your own; When the pictures over and it's time to leave, Don't forget to brush the powder off your sleeve; Take your girlie to the movies, If you can't make love at home.

Chorus 2
Take your girlie to the movies, If you can't make love at home; Pick a cozy corner where it's nice and dark, Don't catch influenza, kissing in the park. Take your lessons at the movies, And have love scenes of your own; Tho she's just a simple little ribbon clerk, Close your eyes and think you're kissing Billie Burke; Take your girlie to the movies, If you can't make love at home.

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Take Me To The Land Of Jazz

Take Me To The Land Of Jazz

Year 1919

Words by Edgar Leslie and Bert Kalmar

Music by Pete Wendling

Waterson, Berlin and Snyder Co.
Strand Theatre Building
Broadway at 47th St.
New York City

  First Verse
It was down in Tennessee That the Jazzy melody, Originated then waited for popularity; Now in every cabaret, It's the only thing they play, I love to hear it, must be near it; That's why I say:

Second Verse
There is music in each breeze Even tombones grow on trees, You hear 'em moaning and groaning their tuneful harmonies; Every cotton planter's son, When he meets his lovin' "hon," Is simply pestered and requested; To join the fun.

Chorus
"Take me to the Land of Jazz, Let me hear the kind of blues that Memphis has; I want to step, To a tune that's full of ginger and pep; Pick 'em up and lay 'em down, Learn to Razmataz, Let me give you a warning, We won't get home until morning; 'Cause everybody's full of Jazzbo; In the lovin' Land of Jazz."

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Oh Joe, With Your Fiddle And Bow You Stole My Heart Away

Oh Joe, With Your Fiddle And Bow You Stole My Heart Away

Year 1916

Words by William Tracey
Music by Walter Donaldson

Broadway Music Corporation
145 West 45th Street
New York City

  First Verse
Malinda White most every night Took in a ragtime cabaret, She had a beau, his name was Joe, And he was hired there to play a ragtime violin To his raggy swing they'd sing The latest songs, the whole night long And to the jingle of the dimes Upon the floor he'd play some more, He'd rag the chorus fifty times, Malinda White would stay till the break of day she's say.

Second Verse
When she was blue Malinda knew Just how to drive the blues away She'd think of Joe and quickly go Where she could hear her sweetie play a ragtime melody Then contented she would be His music sweet was sure a treat And to each syncopated note The people there upon the chairs Just kept a rockin' like a boat, Each time she caught his eye, Lindy White would sigh then cry.

Chorus
Go on and rag a little upon your fiddle I love your harmony The tunes you play every night No Master ever could write, Oh! there ain't much to it, but the way you do it, I just can't help but say Oh, Joe with your fiddle and bow, You went and stole my heart away

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It Seems Like Ages And Ages And You've Only Been Gone A Day

It Seems Like Ages And Ages And You've Only Been Gone A Day

Year 1920

By Kendis and Brockman

Kendis Brockman Music Co. Inc.
145 West 45th St.
New York

  First Verse
Your voice I hear, you seem so near, Still you are far, far away, Time drags along, Everything's wrong As broken hearted I stray.

Second Verse
You'll always rest, close to my breast Echoed of love seem to sigh, Time can't erase Your smiling face, I keep on wondering why.

Chorus
It seems like ages and ages, And you've only been gone a day, The night shadows fall, With tears I recall, True love in a shack, how I wish you were back, The long and weary hours Just wear my heart away It seems like ages and ages And you've only been gone a day.

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