Hear My Song Pepper/Klose/Luckesch 1936 Hear my song, Violetta hear my song beneath the moon come to me, in my gondolla waiting on the old lagoon serenade across the water can you hear it soft and low a tale of love and lovers singing long ago hear my song, violetta when the dawn is breaking through still with me, in my gondolla where we've been the whole night through serendade across the water can you hear it soft and low a tale of love and lovers singing long ago hear my song, in my gondolla waiting on the old lagoon I'll take you home again Kathleen Westendorf arr Parry I'll take you home again Kathleen across the ocean wide and wild to where your heart has ever been since first you were my blushing bride the roses all have left your cheek I watched them fade away and die your voice is sad whene're you speak and tears bedim thy loving eye but I will take you back Kathleen to where your heart will feel no pain and when the fields are fresh and green I will take you to your home Kathleen I know you love me Kathleen dear your heart was ever fond and true I always feel when you are near that life holds nothing dear but you The smiles that once you gave to me I scarecly ever see them now though many, many times I see a darkening shadow on your brow But I will take you back Kathleen to where your heart will feel no pain and when the fields are fresh and green I will take you to your home again Le reve passe (The soldier's dream) words by Armand Foucher Revised English words by Peter Carroll c. 1918 Georges Krier, Paris Music by C. Helmer & G Krier Out on the plains the weary soldiers now are sleeping After the heat of day the cooling breezes blow Over fields the scent of new-mown hay is creeping Only the sentinel is pacing to and fro Then from afar there comes the distant sound of marching Rhythmical beat of soldiers' feet upon the ground And yet nearer they come! To the roll of the drum Hear the trumpets resound! See them pass by! There they go, what a show! Those Guardsmen! All hearts beat high at the sight of this grand array Cheers fill the air They are blazing a trail to glory Heroes are there, who will live in song and story In the dear country now the corn to gold is turning and in his mind he sees again the old church tower Here is the house where she for whom his heart is yearning patiently hopes for his returning hour by hour But he must tell her they must wait a little longer And though he knows the tears will fill her eyes of blue with his country at war he must leave her once more 'till the fighting is through! Marching along, there they go! what a show! Those guardsmen! Steady and strong they must leave all the girls behind! Give them a cheer for they write an immortal story. Never a fear! As they march to Death or Glory. But soon the soldier's dream begins to fade away and now it seems a storm has turned the skies to grey The enemy he sees from out the shadows creep. He suddenly awakes, but all around him sleep and in his heart the vision lingers. But now at last the dawn is breaking o'er the hill The foe-men have withdrawn and a all the guns are still. No more the trumpets blare the sounds of war are past and laughter fills the air. the world is free at last! Sweethearts and wives brush all your tears away. Don't you hear? See them near? Beat the drum, hear they come! See them pass by! They are blazing a trail to glory. They'll never die they will live in song and story Can't you hear? Trumpets sound? Coming near! All a-round! See them pass by! Hear the beating of their feet enthralling Ready to die, when they hear their country calling. CODA Give a cheer! Cheer again! These are the men who gave us victory! Here is the song as sung by Josef: Out on the plain the weary soldiers now are sleeping, lulled to slumber while the evening breezes blow. From the field the smell of new mown corn is creeping and the sentinel is pacing too and fro' then all at once the sky is filled with shapes of horsemen lit up by lightning as the dying day goes down and the famous white horse is directing the course to renown See them pass on, those hussars those dragoons and guardsmen glorious throng, from Austerlitz meet the eagles high braves from fair bears from their foe a triumphant story steel hearts are theirs, see them riding on to glory. See them pass on (hear the guns), those hussars those dragoons and guardsmen (the trumpets sound) glorious throng (towards the Hun), from Austerlitz meet the eagles high See them pass on, our hussars our dragoons our glory E'en though they die, yet they live in song and story. See them pass on, our hussars our dragoons our glory E'en though they die, yet they live in song and story. Ha ha ha ha haa! Hey!! How can you buy Killarney? Kennedy/ Frundland/Morrison/Steels/Grant An American landed on Eiren's green isle He gazed at Killarney with rapturous smile "Now how can I buy it?" he said to his guide "Sure I'll tell you how" with a smile he replied. How can you buy all the stars in the sky? How can you buy two blue irish eyes? How can you purchase a fond mother's sigh? How can you buy Killarney? Nature bestowed all her gifts with a smile the emerald, the shamrock, the Blarney. hen you can buy all these wonderful things then you can buy Killarney. Nature bestowed all her gifts with a smile the emerald, the shamrock, the Blarney. When you can buy all these wonderful things then you can buy Killarney.   Mother Machree Olcott/Ball/Young There's a spot in me heart which no colleen may own There's a depth in me soul never sounded or known. there's a place in my memory, my life, that you fill. No other can take it, no one ever will Sure I love the dear silver that shines in your hair and the brow that's all furrowed and wrinkled with care I kiss the dear fingers so toil-worn for me Oh, God bless you and keep you, Mother machree Every sorrow or care in the dear days gone by 'twas made bright by the light of the smile in your eye like a candle that's set in a window at night your fond love has cheered me and guided me right Sure I love the dear silver that shines in your hair and the brow that's all furrowed and wrinkled with care I kiss the dear fingers so toil-worn for me Oh, God bless you and keep you, Mother machree.   Macushla Rowe/MacMurrough Macushla, Macushla your sweet voice is calling calling me softly again and again Macushla Macushla I hear it's dear pleading my blue eyed Macushla I hear it in vain Macushla, Macushla your white arms are reaching I feel them enfolding, caressing me still fling them out from the darkness my  lost love Macushla let them find me, and bind me again if they will Macushla, Macushla your red lips are saying that death is a dream and love is for aye then awaken Macushla, awake from your dreaming my blue eyed Macushla awaken to stay.   Bonnie Mairie of Argyle Nelson/Jeffreys I have heard the mavis* singing his love song to the morn I have seen the dewdrop clinging to the rose just newly born. But a sweeter song has cheered me at the evening's gentle close and I've seen an eye still brighter than the dewdrop on the rose T'was  thy voice my gentle Mairie and thine artless winning smile that hath made this Earth an Eden bonnie Mairie of Argyle Though thy voice may lose its sweetness and thine eye its brightness too and thy step may lack its fleetness and thine hair its sunny hue still to me wlll thou be dearer than all the world may own I have loved thee for they beauty but not for that alone I have watched thy heart dear Mairie and its goodness was the while that hath made thee mine for ever Ah! Me Mairie of Argyle *mavis - a songthrush   When you were sweet sixteen Thornton When first I saw the love-light in your eye I dream't the world held nought but joy for me and even though we drifted far apart I never dream, but what I dream of thee I love you as I've never loved before since first I met you on the village green Come to me e're my dream of love is o'er I love you as I loved you when you were sweet, when you were sweet sixteen Last night I dream't I held your hand in mine and once again you were my happy bride I kissed you as I did in auld lang syne as to the church we wandered side by side I love you as I've never loved before since first I met you on the village green Come to me, e're my dream of love is o'er I love you as I loved you when you were sweet, when you were sweet sixteen.   Come back to Sorrento Aveling/de Curtis Hear the music of the waters, bars of tender passion sighing like thy heart to which go flying, all my thoughts in wakeful dream. See the lovely dewey garden, breathing orange perfumed greetings; Nought can set my heart a-beating, like the frangrance of its bloom. Now I hear that thou must leave me, thou and I will soon be parted Can'st though leave me broken hearted ? Will thou never more return? Now I hear that thou must leave me thou and I will soon be parted can'st thou leave me broken hearted ? Will thou never more return ? Then say not 'goodbye' Come back again, beloved Back to Sorrento, or I must die.   Good-bye from the musical play "White Horse Inn" My heart is broken, But what care I? Such pride inside may be woken, I'll try my best not to cry, By and by, When the final farewells must be spoken. I'll join the Legion, That's what I'll do. And in some far distant region, Where human hearts are staunch and true, I shall start my life anew. Good-bye, it's time I sought a foreign clime, Where I may find there are hearts more kind Than I leave behind. And so, I go, To fight a savage foe, Although I know I'll be sometimes missed by the girls I've kissed. In some Abyssinian French Dominion I shall do my bit, And fall for the flag if I must. Where the desert sand is nice and handy, I'll be full of grit; You won't see my heels for the dust. I'll do or die You'll know the reason why When told of bold Leopold's "last stand" For the Fatherland. Good-bye, Good-bye. I wish you all a last Good-bye. Good-bye, Good-bye. I wish you all a last Good-bye. Good-bye, Good-bye. Good-bye. Good-bye. Good-bye. Good-bye. I'm sick of standing Behind a chair Bread-sauce respectfully handing. henceforth I'm free as the air, I declare, And my chest has a chance of expanding. I've done with women, And now I plan To join the army of he-men. And show the ladies, If I can, that a waiter's still a man. Good-bye, it's time, I sought a foreign clime, Where I may find There are hearts more kind Than I leave behind. And so, I go To fight a savage foe, Although I know I'll be sometimes misses by the girls I've kissed. In some Abyssinian French Dominion I shall do my bit, And fall for the flag if I must. Where the desert sand is nice and handy, I'll be full of grit; You won't see my heels for the dust. I'll do or die, You'll know the reason why When told of bold Leopold's "last stand" For the Fatherland. Good-bye. Good-bye I wish you all a last Good-bye. Good-bye. Good-bye. I wish you all a last Good-bye. IF I WAS A BLACKBIRD (This is clearly a maiden's song, but Josef sings it nonetheless) If I was a blackbird I’d whistle and sing And I’d follow the ship that my true love sails in, And on the top riggings I’d there build my nest, And I’d pillow my head on his lily white breast. I am a young maiden and my story is sad For once 1 was courted by a brave sailor lad. He courted me strongly by night and by day, But now my dear sailor is gone far away. If I was a blackbird, &c. He promised to take me to Donnybrook fair, To buy me red ribbons to tie up my hair. And when he’d return from the ocean so wide, He’d take me and make me his own loving bride. If I was a blackbird, &c. His parents they slight me and will not agree That I and my sailor boy married should be. But when he comes home I will greet him with joy And I’ll take to my bosom my dear sailor boy. If I was a blackbird, &c. THE OLD BOG ROAD Teresa Brayton My feet are here on Broadway This blessed harvest morn, But oh! the ache that’s in my heart For the spot where I was born. My weary hands are blistered Through work in cold and heat! And oh! to swing a scythe once more Through a field of Irish wheat. Had I the chance to wander back, Or own a king’s abode. I’d sooner see the hawthorn tree By the Old Bog Road. When I was young and restless My mind was ill at ease, Through dreaming of America, And the gold beyond the seas. Oh, sorrow rake their money, ‘Tis hard to find the same, And what’s the world to any man If no one speaks his name. I’ve had my day and here I am A-building bricks per load. A long three thousand miles away From the Old Bog Road. My mother died last springtime, When Erin’s fields were green. The neighbours said her waking Was the finest ever seen. There were snowdrops and primroses Piled high above her bed, And Ferns Church was crowded When her funeral Mass was read. And here was I on Broadway A-building bricks per load. When they carried out her coffin Down the old Bog Road. There was a decent girl at home Who used to walk with me. Her eyes were soft and sorrowful Like moonlight o’er the sea. Her name was Mary Dwyer, But that was long ago. The ways of God are wiser Than the things that man might know. She died the day I left her, A-building bricks per load, I’d best forget the days I’ve spent On the old Bog Road. Ah! Life’s a weary puzzle, Past finding out by man, I’ll take the day for what it’s worth And do the best I can. Since no one cares a rush for me What need is there to moan, I’ll go my way and draw my pay And smoke my pipe alone. Each human heart must bear its grief Though bitter be the ‘bode So God be with you, Ireland, And the Old Bog Road. SLIEVENAMON Words: Charles Kickham Music: Traditional Alone, all alone, by the wave-washed strand All alone in the crowded hall The hall it is gay and the waves they are grand But my heart is not there at all, It flies far away, by night and by day To the times and the joys that are gone But I never can forget the sweet maiden I met In the valley of Slievenamon. It was not the grace of her queenly air Nor the cheeks of the roses glow Her soft dark eyes or her curly hair, Nor was it her lily white brow. ‘Twas the soul of truth and of melting ruth, And a smile like the summer’s day. That stole my heart away on that bright summer’s day In the valley of sweet Slievenamon. In the festive ball and the wave-washed shore My restless spirit cries - ‘My land, oh my land, shall I never see you more, My country will you never uprise’. By night and by day I will ever, ever pray, As darkly my life it rolls on, To see our flag unrolled and my true love unfold In the valley near Slievenamon. Isle Of Innisfree (D. Farrelly) I've met some folks who say that I'm a dreamer, And I've no doubt there's truth in what they say, But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer When all the things he loves are far away. And precious things are dreams unto an exile They take him o'er the land across the sea, Especially when it happens he's an exile From that dear lovely Isle of Innisfree. And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops Of this great city, wondrous tho' it be, I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter I'm once again back home in Innisfree. I wander o’er green hills thro’ dreamy valleys And find a peace no other land could know, I hear the birds make music fit for angels And watch the rivers laughing as they flow. And then into a humble shack I wander My dear old home, and tenderly behold, The folks I love around the turf fire gathered On bended knees their rosary is told. But dreams don’t last tho’ dreams are not forgotten And soon I’m back to stern reality, But, tho’ they paved the footways here with gold dust I still would choose the Isle of Innisfree. Count Your Blessings Count your blessings one by one when dawn appears and day has just begun. They will light your heart with happiness, make each hour bright and bring you gladness Count your blessings one by one, when twilight falls and toil of day is done. And in sweet dreams they'll come again to you, if you will count your blessings each day through Count your blessings while you may for we are here but little time to stay. All around are hearts sincere and true, lovely things abound just waiting for you. Count your blessings while you may; the big or small, whichever comes your way. For then you'll find this world a place of love, if you will count your blessings from above.