Sweetheart Time
Year 1916
Words by Harold RobeMusic by Milbury H. Ryder A.J. Stasny Music Co. 408-410 W. 44th St. New York, NY. |
First Verse Night time in June, right time to spoon, man in the moon looking down from above, breezes are light, stars shining bright, fireflies are flashing their wireless above roses in bloom, spreading perfume bluebells are ringing their wedding ring chime, crickets and whippoor wills calling their trills, they all know it's sweetheart time: Second Verse Now just we two, swear to be true, man in the moon dear, is laughing aloud, old mister moon, please let us spoon, can't you find business behind some dark cloud winds softly sigh, while nightbirds cry nature is drowsy and everything is fine, now, dear, it's not a miss to steal a kiss, they all do in sweetheart time: Chorus It's sweetheart time, just good old sweetheart time, so, honey, under pale moon beams, we'll plan love's sweetest dreams, hug, squeeze, cupid decrees, in sweetheart time, I'll have you all for mine, we'll find a dear little cozy nest, in that bright rosy best, sweetheart time. CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
Thinking Of You
Year 1920
Words and Music by A. H. Eastman and Fred Heltman
Fred Heltman Co.Cleveland, Ohio |
First Verse When the roses were in blossom, and the soft wind sang low, we were sitting in the gloaming, in the long, long ago. Then you told me how you loved me, that old story, ever new; and you kissed me, I remember, now I'm thinking of you. Second Verse There's a faded little flower I have treasured with care; on my bossom it reposes, I am keeping it there. 'Tis a rosebud that you gave me, and the rose is ever true; I am thinking, fondly thinking, yes, I'm thinking of you. Chorus In the twilight, softly falling, at the quiet closing of day, tender memories I'm recalling, as the hours are passing away; and the shadows now are flitting, while the bright stars peep through. By the firelight I am sitting, and I'm thinking, dearest, of you. CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
Pick Me Up And Lay Me Down In Dear Old Dixieland
Year 1922
Words and Music by Bert Kalmar and Harry Ruby
Waterson, Berlin and Snyder Co.Strand Theatre Building Broadway at 47th St. New York |
First Verse One day I watched a flock of whippoor wills, as they flew to their homes across the hills; they were merrily flying, to the south I knew and I couldn't help crying; "Take me there with you!" Second Verse Bring me down there beneath the Southern sky, sing me one little Dixie lullabye; there's a candle light burning, down old Dixie way tell the folks that I'm yearning, for them night and day. Chorus Pick me up, and lay me down in dear old Dixie land, the sun shines there each morn that's where the sun was born. My heart's been all wrapped up in that land of magic charms carry me back to someone's empty arms. Keep those darkies singing, till I get back; to that ivy clinging ram shackle shack. Pick me up just like my mammy; lead me by the hand, and lay me down in dear old Dixie land. CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
Just Try To Picture Me Back Home In Tennessee
Year 1915
Words by W. M. JeromeMusic by Walter Donaldson Waterson, Berlin and Snyder Co. Strand Theatre Building Broadway at 47th St. New York |
First Verse I'm so happy, oh, so happy, don't you envy me? I leave today at three for sunny Tennessee dad and mother, sis' and brother, waiting for me there and at the table, next to Mable, there's an extra chair. Second Verse At the station my relations all will be on hand with a hometown band, the best band in the land Hezekiah and Maria they'll hand me alaugh, and my old dad will be so glad, he'll kill the fatted calf. Chorus Back home in Tennesse just try to picture me right on my mother's knee, she thinks the world of me, all I can think of tonight is a field of snowy white; banjos ringing, darkies singing, all this world seems bright. The roses round the door make me love mother more I'll see my sweetheart Flo and friends I used to know. Why, they'll be right there to meet me. Just imagine how they'll greet me when I get back, when I get back to my home in Tennessee CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
I'm All Bound 'Round With The Mason Dixon Line
Year 1917
Words by Sam M. Lewis and Joe YoungMusic by Jean Schwartz Waterson, Berlin and Snyder Co. Strand Theatre Building Broadway at 47th St. New York |
First Verse My daddy courted my Mammy, away down South; they married in Alabammy, away down South; and when I came into this world, old Dixie gave me birth, that's why I claim that Dixie is the finest place on earth. They brought me up in sunny Caroline, and they just planted Dixie in the heart of mine. Second Verse Last night I lay awake thinking of Dixie land; thinking of Abraham Lincoln, and Dixie land; he surely loved the stars and stripes, the Southern and the North, and his poor heart was broken when the loyal sons marched forth. Why no one loved old Dixie more than he, excepting that it might have been poor little me. Chorus I'm all abound round with the Mason Dixon Line; it's pulling me, back where I used to be; when I was younger I knew every lane. Now I hunger to be once again; back where the robin keeps throbbing pretty melodies; and when I'm all bound round with a pair of loving arms, Oh! mother mine! I'll know I'm in Caroline; I've read a lot about Heaven, but give me Dixie all the time; for I've found that I'm bound, bound all around, with the Mason Dixon Line. CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
At The Million Dollar Tango Ball
Year 1914
Words and Music by James White
Harold Rossiter Music CompanyChicago, Illinois |
First Verse Millionaires gave a tango ball the other night at the Wall Street Hall, Hetty Green and old John D. Vanderbilt and Carnegie. Millionaires from every town did the tango up and down I know you'd think it funny if you could see them, honey doing things up brown Second Verse Fragrant perfume filled the air diamonds shone from everywhere I saw Eva Tanguay there she was singing "I Don't Care." Leaders of society losing all their dignity you ought to see them swaying and hear the music playing on and off the key. Chorus At the million dollar tango ball, given by the millionaires at Wall Street Hall, John D. Rockefeller sold the tickets by the score, Andrew Carnegie was taking tickets at the door. Hetty Green was dancing mistress of the floor, Vanderbuilt was playing every rag encore with "Too much mustard" oh you doll, no one thought of home at all, at the million dollar tango ball. CLICK HERE TO PLAY THIS SONG |
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