PRETTY LITTLE ROSY CHEEKS.
I've something sweet your ears to greet,
For my heart is all aglow;

I will whisper to you softly,

And the secret you shall know;

So touch those notes so sweet again,
I love sweet music's strain;

I'm deep in love, but not to blame,
With pretty little rosy cheeks.
CHORUS.

This little girl divine, I've loved for many weeks;
She promised to be mine, did pretty little rosy cheeks.
There's not a rose in the garden grows,

With her that can compare;

With blushing face, sweet form and grace,
And diamonds deck her hair;

She promised me, if I'd agree,

While walking place from place,

I answered, "Miss, please let me kiss
Your blushing little smiling face."

THERE'S ALWAYS A SEAT IN THE PARLOR FOR YOU.
The subject to-night of my song is-LOVE,

Something quite heavy to bear;

When that being you love to you proves untrue,

For none else in the world do you care.

The lady I love is angel divine,

And with her my life I would share;

But whene'er I go to her house her to see,
There is always somebody there.

CHORUS.

There's always a seat in the parlor for you,
No matter how many are there;

There's always a seat in the parlor for you,
A sofa, a stool, or a chair.

I went to her home one evening last week-
You may easily judge my surprise-

I was just going to enter the hallway, when
I met that which opened my eyes;

For there stood a man, both tall and stout,
Who said: "What do you wish here?"

Grabbed me by the neck, threw me out on the walk,

And the last words I could hear while there, were

CHORUS.

There's always a seat in the street for you,
No matter how many are there;

There's always a seat in the street for you

Now the young men I go with all give me the laugh-
My troubles to them I have told;

They say I am foolish to speak to her,
Because I've been so often sold;
No matter how often I have or may be,
My love I shall never expell,

I'll follow her, yes, both day and night,
And my burdensome tale I will tell.
CHORUS.

There's always a seat in the parlor for you,
No matter how many are there;

There's always a seat in the parlor for you,
A sofa, a stool, or a chair.

How many men there are that ride in Fortune's car,
And bolt and bar the door against the poor,

Because they have lots of gold, their hearts turn icy cold,
They ought to be condemned for it I'm sure.

Now speaking of the race that tramp from place to place,
There are some of them who are men from top to toe,
So if they are in need, of this circumstance take heed,
And remember that the poor tramp has to live,

CHORUS.

So if you meet a tramp that bears misfortune's stamp,
If he is worthy of your aid why freely give;
Give him a hearty grip, wish him luck upon his trip,
And remember that the poor tramp has to live.

I lately saw a tramp whom people called a scamp,
And upon him set their dogs, lest he might steal;
And as he turned away, I saw him kneel and pray,
And I know that God above heard his appeal.

For little do we know as he tramps through rain and snow,
That once he was happy as a king,

'Till Fortune's cruel dart had pierced his manly heart,
And took away his home and everything.

I once heard a tramp relate the sad story of his fate,
And how he was an outcast shunned by all;

He lived a happy life, had a loving child and wife,
But, alas! like Eve, this woman had to fall.

[tale

For she proved weak and frail; there's no need to tell the

How she turned his manly heart to sad despair;

He never since has smiled on that handsome wife or child, But sadly now he tramps from place to place.

著

My

Copyright, 1883, by T. B. Harms & Co.

heart is sad and lone, and full of weary tears, I nevermore shall see my home again;

[years,

Tho' sweet the joys I've known since childhood's happy
I leave you now in sorrow and in pain;

A mother's gentle face in dreams of love I'll see,
Where far away my wand'ring feet shall roam,
And none can ever tell how dear you are to me,
Good-bye to my Southern sunny home.

CHORUS.

Good-bye my sunny home.

Afar from thee I now must roam;

Oh! sadly falls the sigh to whisper now good-bye,
Good-bye to my Southern sunny home.

I'll see no more the smiles of friends so dear and true;
Among the pleasant fields no more I'll stray;

I'll cull no more the flow'rs so bright with morning dew,
Beneath the tall magnolia trees so gay;

But ne'er can I forget the dearest home of all,
As bright to me as stars in yonder dome;
In all my mem'ries sweet its joys I shall recall,
Good-bye to my Southern sunny home.

O! happy were the days, so full of joy and glee,
When down among the cotton and the corn,

I used to hear the birds that sang so loud and free,
To greet the blushing roses of the morn;

But now so far away I'll wander all the day,

And sadly'sigh wherever I may roam,

No other home can cheer me, no other home's so dear,
Good-bye to my Southern sunny home.

THEY ALL DO IT.

Some folks will cry: Oh! shame, Mrs. Jones, you are to blameI never should have thought it, ma'am of you!

When if they'd look at home, before abroad they roam,

I'm positive they'd have enough to do!

Mister Smith thinks it's a sin for Brown to drink his gin,

And roam around the "bar rooms" night and day;

When Mister Smith was caught drinking what he hadn't

ought,

Then he, in self-defense, was heard to say:

CHORUS.

They all do it, they all do it, they all do it,

And sometimes they rue it!

Yet they all do it, they all do it,

For hours, three or four, lovers spooning at the door,
On any pleasant morning may be seen,

And if they steal a kiss, I'm sure it's not amiss,

They "enjoy it," though they say they "didn't mean!" When creeping down the stairs, comes the father unawares, And kissing catch the couple in the act!

Then the mother from above, says "Don't interfere, my love, You can't dispute the most important fact."

Old ladies will declare: Girls should never bleach their hair;
And then, again, they say it's very nice :

Without the least restraint, to use up so much paint,
And rob the cats and dogs of all their mice!

Each one a little puff, has, inside her seal-skin muff,
She's never seen without it night or day;

[powder,

If a moment is allowed her, her little turn-up nose she'll If you laugh, she'll innocently say:

Then what does most impress, is the style in which they dress; "Twould make you laugh, I'm sure, if them you see

With a hat upon their heads, large enough to make up beds For a pussy cat, or kittens two or three;

In their panniers, too, well lined, if examined, you will find The most important papers of the day;

The weeklies if you choose, the dailies full of news,

Or anything that chance puts in their way.

There's my neighbor, Dinah Down, brought two lovely boys to town

And her husband gets but " one pound one" per week; You'll often hear him say, "If things go on this way We'll a-lodging in the Union have to seek!

For the doctor and the nurse will drain my scanty purse, With many more expenses to defray'

[fashion"

Then he gets into a passion, when they tell him "it's the And they soothe him as they sing this truthful lay:

EVERY DAY'LL BE SUNDAY BY AND BY.

I hear dem children crying loud,
Every day'll be Sunday by and by;

Dey are standing round in a great big crowd,
Every day'll be Sunday by and by;

Dar was Isaac, Peter, John and James,
Every day'll be Sunday by and by;
And now I've told you all de names,
Every day'll be Sunday by and by.
CHORUS.

Crying amen, shine on, every day'll be Sunday by and by:

Crying amen, shine on, every day'll be Sunday by and by.

Good evening, brother, how do you do,
Every day'll be Sunday by and by;
Oh, I am well and how are you,

Every day'll be Sunday by and by;
Now bretherin what I want to say,
Every day'll be Sunday by and by;
I tell you 'fore I leave to-day,

Every day'll be Sunday by and by.
When I went down the valley to pray,
Every day'll be Sunday by and by;
I'll tell you what I saw dat day,

Every day'll be Sunday by and by;
I saw ole Eli on de fence.

Every day'll be Sunday by and by;
And God knows I ain't seen him since,
Every day'll be Sunday by and by.

NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY MEN.

I will never more deceive you, or of happiness bereave you, But I'll die a maid, to grieve you, oh! you naughty, naughty

men;

You may talk of love, and, sighing, say for us you're nearly dying, All the while you know you're trying to deceive, you naughty [men. When you want a kiss or favor, you put on your best behavior, And your looks of kindness savor, oh! you naughty, naughty [teeming,

men;

[men;

Of love you set us dreaming, and when with hope we're
We find you are but scheming, you naughty, naughty men.
If a fortune we inherit, you see in us every merit,
And declare we are girls of spirit, oh! you naughty, naughty
But, too often, matrimony is a mere matter of money, [men.
We get bitters 'stead of honey, from you naughty, naughty
And, when married, how you treat us-and of each fond wish
defeat us-

brothers;

And some will even beat us, oh! you naughty, naughty men; You take us from our mothers, from our sisters, and our [men. When you get us, flirt with others, oh! you cruel, wicked But, with all your faults, we clearly love you, wicked fellows, dearly; [men; Yes, we dote upon you dearly, oh! you naughty, naughty We've no wish to distress you, we'd sooner far caress you