From Greenland’s Icy Mountains – Reginald Herber & Lowell Mason (1823), pg. 9

From Greenland’s icy mountains, from India’s coral strand;
Where Afric’s sunny fountains roll down their golden sand:
From many an ancient river, from many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver their land from error’s chain.

Shall we, whose souls are lighted with wisdom from on high,
Shall we to those benighted the lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O salvation! The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth’s remotest nation has learnt Messiah’s Name.

I Wonder When I Shall Be Married – pg. 43

I wonder when I shall be married, oh, be married, oh be married; I wonder when I shall be married, for my beauty’s beginning to fade.

My shoes have gone to be mended, oh, be mended, oh, be mended; My shoes have gone to be mended, and my petticoat to be dyed green.

And they will be ready by Sunday, oh, by Sunday, oh, by Sunday; And they will be ready by Sunday, oh, say, won’t I look like a queen?

 Can I Go, Dearest Mother? – pg. 60, see Songs from Book 1

O, Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean – (1843) pg. 66

O Columbia, the gem of the ocean, the home of the brave and the free, the shrine of each patriot’s devotion, a world offers homage to thee. They mandates make heroes assemble when Liberty’s form stands in view; Thy banners make tyranny tremble when borne by the Red, White, and Blue, when borne by the Red, White, and Blue, when borne by the Red, White, and Blue; Thy banners make tyranny tremble, when borne by the Red, White, and Blue.

When war winged its wide desolation, and threaten’d the land to deform, the ark then of freedom’s foundation Columbia rode safe through the storm; with her garlands of victory around her, when so proudly she bore her brave crew, with her flag floating proudly before her, the boast of the Red, White, and Blue, etc,

The wine cup, the wine cup bring hither, and fill you it true to the brim; may the wreaths they have won never wither, nor the star of their glory grow dim; May the service united ne’er sever, but they to their colors prove true; the Army and Navy forever, three cheers for the Red, White, and Blue, etc.

Cumberland Gap (Civil War version) – pg. 100

Lay down, boys, and take a little nap, lay down, boys, and take a little nap, lay down, boys, and take a little nap, fourteen miles to the Cumberland Gap.

September morning in sixty-two, (x3), Morgan’s Yankees all withdrew.

They spiked Long Tom on the mountain top, (x3), and over the cliffs they let him drop.

They burned the hay, the meal, and the meat  (x3), and left the Rebels nothing to eat.

Braxton Bragg with his Rebel band (x3), He run George Morgan to the blue-grass land.

Aura Lee – by W.W. Fosdick & George R. Poulton (1861), pg.128

As the blackbird in the spring ‘neath the willow tree, sat and piped, I heard him sing, sing of Aura Lee.

Chorus: Aura Lee, Aura Lee, maid with golden hair, sunshine came along with thee and swallows in the air.

Take my heart and take my ring, I give my all to thee. Take me for eternity, dearest Aura Lee. (Chorus)

With her blush the rose was born, ’twas music when she spoke, in her eyes the light of morn sparkling seemed to break. (Chorus)

Beautiful Dreamer – by Stephen Foster (1864), pg. 128

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull’d by the moonlight have all pass’d a way!

Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life’s busy throng,—
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer awake unto me!

Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.

Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E’en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,—
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Open Thy Lattice, Love – by Stephen Foster (1844), pg. 128

Open thy lattice, love listen to me!
The cool balmy breeze is abroad on the sea!
The moon like a queen, roams her realms of blue,
And the stars keep their vigils in heaven for you
Ere morn’s gushing light tips the bills with its ray,
Away o’er the waters away and away!
Then open thy lattice, love listen to me!
While the moon’s in the sky and the breeze on the sea!

Open thy lattice, love listen to me!
In the voyage of life, love our pilot will be!
He will sit at the helm wherever we rove,
And steer by the load-star he kindled above
His shell for a shallop will cut the bright spray,
Or skim like a bird o’er the waters away;
Then open thy lattice, love listen to me!
While the moon’s in the sky and the breeze on the sea!

Bear Gently, So Gently, the Roughly Made Bier – by E.A.B. Mitchell & Chr. Mathis (1864), pg. 128

Bear gently, so gently the roughly made bier,
Perchance the freed spirit is hovering near,
Then let these last tributes of tenderness prove
The truth of your homage, the depth of your love.
Now halt be the graveside, the coffin lid raise;
Once more on your comrade in mute sorrow gaze;
How calmly he sleeps in his blanket all gore,
His sword by his side–ah he’ll need it no more,
His sword by his side–ah he’ll need it no more.

Ay, linger one moment in silence to pray,
For those who will sorrow for him far away;
For her who will read o’er the list of the lost;
Alas, what deep sorrow doth history cost!
But lower down carefully into the grave
The brother so kind and the soldier so brave;
There, lay the turf lightly above his calm breast,
And leave him with God until judgement to rest!
And leave him with God until judgement to rest!

Noah’s Dove – by Benjamin Carr, pg. 131

Aurelia’s charms and magic art first made me feel the lover’s pain; (repeat), but soon my disappointed heart, but soon my disappointed heart, like Noah’s dove, like Noah’s dove, like Noah’s dove, like Noah’s dove, returned again.

Another resting place it sought, entic’d by Emma’s sprightly mien (repeat), But like that dove, return’d and brought, (x2) only a token, only a token where it had been, a token where it had been.

But soon as Julia charm’d my sight, with beauty’s smiles and virtue’s lore; (repeat), Like that same bird, it took its flight (x2), and finding rest, return’d no more, return’d no more, and finding rest, return’d no more.

Better Times Are Coming – by Stephen Foster (1862), pg. 168

There are voices of hope that are borne on the air,
And our land will be freed from its clouds of despair,
For brave men and true men to battle have gone,
And good times, good times are now coming on.

(Chorus) Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!
Sound the news from the din of battle booming,
Tell the people far and wide that better times are coming.

Abra’m Lincoln has the army and the navy in his hands,
While Seward keeps our honor bright abroad in foreign lands;
And Stanton is a man, who is sturdy as a rock,
With brave men to back him up and stand the battle’s shock. (Chorus)

Now McClellan is a leader and we’ll let him take away,
For a man in his position, he should surely have his way.
Our nation’s honor’d Scott, he has trusted to his might,
Your faith in McClellan put for we are sure he’s right. (Chorus)