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(O.) I wish I was in de land ob cotton, Old times dar am not forgotten.
Look away! Look away! Look away, Dixie Land! In Dixie Land whar I was born in, Early on one frosty mornin', Look away! Look away! Look away, Dixie Land, Den I wish I was in Dixie, hooray! Hooray! In Dixie Land I'll take my stand To lib and die in Dixie; Away, away, away down Sonih in Dixie, Away, away, away down South in Dixie.
51. ANNIE LAURIE.
Where early fa's the dew,
Gave me her promise true.
Gave me her promise true,
52." AULD LANG SYNE.
And never brought to mind?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne;
For auld lang syne.
Frae mornin' sun till dine,
Sin' auld lang syne.
And gie's a hand o' thine;
For auld lang syne.
53. LOVE'S OLD SWEET SONG.
Just a song at twilight, when the lights are low,
Comes love's old sweet song.
54. CARRY ME BACK TO OLD VIRGINNY,
(A flat.) Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes
grow, There's where the birds warble sweet in the spring.
time, There's where the old darkey's heart has long'd to
go. There's where I labored so hard for old Massa
Day after day in the fields of yellow corn. No place on earth do I love more sincerely Than old Virginny, the State where I was born. Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the cotton and the corn and
tatoes grow. There's where the birds warble sweet in the
springtime, There's where the old darkey's heart has long'd
(Copyright, 1917, Oliver Ditson Co.)
Darling, I am growing, growing old,
56. HOW CAN I LEAVE THEE.
(B flat.) How can I leave thee,
How can I from thee part?
Thou only hast my heart,
Thou hast this soul of mine
So closely bound to thine,
67. SWEET GENEVIEVE.
To live again the lovely past!
But now it withers in the blast.
My waking thoughts are full of thee;
The days may come, the days may go,
The blissful dreams of long ago.
The years but make thee dearer far!
Thou art my only guiding star.
Whate'er the years may bring to me;
The hour that gave me love and thee! (Used by permission of William A. Pond & Co.)
58. SOLDIER'S FAREWELL.
Farewell, farewell, my own true love,
59. NEARER, MY GOD, TO THEE.
(A flat.) Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee; E'en tho' it be a cross that raiseth me. Still all my song shall be, nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee.
Tho’ like a wanderer, the sun gone down,
60. ABIDE WITH ME.
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;