Please bear with me. As soon as I finish re-doing
the symbols, I will enter the songs.
RosaD
Where the snowy peaks gleam in the moonlight,
above the dark forests of pine,
And the wild foaming waters dash onward,
toward lands where the tropic stars shine;
Where the scream of the bold mountain eagle,
responds to the notes of the dove
Is the purple robed West,
the land that is best,
the pioneer land that we love.
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The bison is gone from the upland,
the deer from the canyon has fled,
The home of the wolf is deserted,
the antelope moans for his dead,
The war whoop re-echoes no longer,
the Indian's only a name,
And the nymphs of the grove in their loneliness rove,
but the columbine blooms just the same.
chorus
Let the violet brighten the brookside,
in sunlight of earlier spring,
Let the fair clover bedeck the green meadow,
in days when the orioles sing,
Let the golden rod herald the autumn,
but, under the midsummer sky,
In its fair Western home,
may the columbine bloom till our great mountain rivers run dry.
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Tis the land where the columbines grow,
Overlooking the plains far below,
While the cool summer breeze in the evergreen trees
Softly sings where the columbines grow.
Father and I went down to camp,
Yankee doodle, keep it up,
There was Captain Washington
And then the feathers on his hat,
And then we saw a swamping gun,
And every time they shoot it off,
I went as nigh to one myself,
We saw a little barrel, too,
And there they'd fife away like fun,
The troopers, too, would gallop up
Uncle Sam came there to change
But I can't tell half I see
Cousin Simon grew so bold,
And there I saw a pumpkin shell,
Yankee doodle, keep it up,
Along with Captain Gooding;
And there we saw the men and boys,
As thick as hasty pudding.
Yankee doodle dandy;
Mind the music and the step,
And with the girls be handy.
Upon a slapping stallion,
A-giving orders to his men,
I guess there was a million.
They looked so' tarnal fin-a,
I wanted pockily to get
To give to my Jemima.
Large as a log of maple;
Upon a deuced little cart,
A load for father's cattle.
It takes a horn of powder;
It makes a noise like father's gun,
Only a nation louder.
As' Siah's underpinning;
And father went as nigh agin,
I thought the deuce was in him.
The heads were made of leather;
They knocked upon it with little clubs,
And called the folks together.
And play on cornstalk fiddles,
And some had ribbons red as blood,
All bound around their middles.
And fire right in our faces;
It scared me almost to death
To see them run such races.
Some pancakes and some onions,
For' lasses cake to carry home
To give his wife and young ones.
They kept up such a smother;
So I took my hat off, made a bow,
And scampered home to mother.
I thought he would have cocked it;
It scared me so I streaked it off,
And hung by father's pocket.
As big as mother's basin;
And every time they touched it off,
They scampered like the nation.
Yankee doodle dandy;
Mind the music and the step,
And with the girls be handy
Oh the hills of dear New Castle,
and the smiling vales between,
When the corn is all in tassel,
And the meadowlands are green;
Where the cattle crop the clover,
And its breath is in the air,
While the sun is shining over
Our beloved Delaware.
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Where the wheat fields break and billow,
In the peaceful land of Kent,
Where the toiler seeks his pillow,
With the blessings of content;
Where the bloom that tints the peaches,
Cheeks of merry maidens share,
And the woodland chorus preaches
A rejoiceing Delaware.
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Dear old Sussex visions linger,
Of the holly and the pine,
Of Henlopens Jeweled finger,
Flashing out across the brine;
Of the gardens and the hedges,
And the welcome waiting there,
For the loyal son that pledges
Faith to good old Delaware.
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From New Castle's rolling meadows,
Through the fair rich fields of Kent,
To the Sussex shores hear echoes,
Of the pledge we now present;
Liberty and Independance,
We will guard with loyal care,
And hold fast to freedom's presence,
In our home state Delaware.
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Oh our Delaware! Our beloved Delaware!
For the sun is shining over our beloved Delaware,
Oh our Delaware! Our beloved Delaware!
Heres the loyal son that pledges,
Faith to good old Delaware.
Way down upon de Swanee Ribber,
Chorus
All de world am sad and dreary,
2nd verse
All round de little farm 3rd Verse
One little hut among de bushes,
Far, far away,
Dere's wha my heart is turning ebber,
Dere's wha de old folks stay.
All up and down de whole creation
Sadly I roam,
Still longing for de old plantation,
And for de old folks at home.
Eb-rywhere I roam;
Oh, darkeys, how my heart grows weary,
Far from de old folks at home!
I wandered
When I was young,
Den many happy days I squandered,
Many de songs I sung.
When I was playing wid my brudder
Happy was I;
Oh, take me to my kind old mudder!
Dere let me live and die.
One dat I love
Still sadly to my memory rushes,
No matter where I rove.
When will I see de bees a-humming
All round de comb?
When will I hear de banjo strumming,
Down in my good old home?
Other arms reach out to me
Georgia, Georgia, no peace I find
Melodies bring memories
Some sweet day when blossoms fall
Georgia, Georgia, the whole day through
Just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind.
Georgia, Georgia, a song of you
Comes as sweet and clear as moonlight through the pines.
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in peaceful dreams I see
The road leads back to you.
Just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind.
That linger in my heart
Make me think of Georgia
Why did we ever part?
And all the world's a song
I'll go back to Georgia
'Cause that's where I belong.
