IN BOHEMIA O'Reilly I'd rather live in Bohemia than in any other land, And the laurels gathered in all men's view. With the names that are writ in the book of gold; A palm of the dear Bohemian land. The scholar first, with his book-a youth And the player is king where the door is past; I'd rather fail in Bohemia than win in another land; No hoard or hope for the brainless heir, No gilded dullard native born, To stare at his fellow with leaden scorn; Its limits, where Fancy's bright stream runs, Its honors, not garnered for thrift or trade, But for beauty and truth men's souls have made. There is value, maybe, in a purchased crest; And a brother may drown with a cry in his throat. of a friendly hand, And I'd rather live in Bohemia than in any other land. Columbia Record 933 I AM A ROAMER BOLD I am a roamer bold and gay, Who thro' the world have danc'd my way; Do I know all, and all know me, The Tarantelle, with French "Ville," And by my heels can save my head. I am the man, whate'er the play, You know not yet the Pirouette, Thank the good stars, who you to teach, What profits arm or leg or span, A man, a man. Save one can use them like a man. Edison Diamond Disc Record 83045 SWEET BIRD "Il Pensieroso" Sweet Bird! that shun'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy, Thee, 'chantress, oft the woods among, I woo, to hear thy even song. Victor Record 88068 I AM COMING HOME Ackley Jesus, I am coming home today, For I have found there's joy in Thee alone; Now I am coming home. Chorus: Jesus, I am coming home today, Many years my heart has strayed from Thee, Now I am coming home. Now I seek the cross where Jesus died, I am coming home. Copyright 1910 H. A. Rodeheaver. Words and music from Rodeheaver Co., 440 So. Dearborn St., Chicago, Ill. Victor Record 17786 I'D ASK FOR YOU Lamb Sometimes I roam in the starlight Sometimes I fancy the angels are Chorus: If I could ask a wish of Heaven Such joy unto my soul you've given, In rosy morn or twilight gray, If life were ebbing fast away, I'd ask for you! Used by permission, words and music copyright 1915 by Frank R. Root & Co., Chicago, Ill. Pathe Record 10043 I CANNOT SING THE OLD SONGS I cannot sing the old songs, I sang long years ago, For heart and voice would fail me For bygone hours come o'er my heart I cannot sing the old songs, Old sorrows from their sleep, I cannot sing the old songs, My voice may know the old songs, My voice may know the old songs, For all eternity. Victor Record 87204 I KNOW OF TWO BRIGHT EYES Clutsam I know of two bright eyes watching for me, To greet me when I return, Oh, Myra! Oh, Myra, I soon will come to thee! I know a tender heart weeping for me, I know of two red lips praying for me, I know a paradise, A haven from tears and sighs, Oh, Myra! Oh, Myra, I soon will come to thee! Victor Record 18021 Copyright 1901 by Hatfield & Co., London, England I DIDN'T RAISE MY FORD TO BE A JITNEY Frost Hiram Lord from Wellsboro He bought a Ford a week ago, While going up the big main street, I know you hate to walk, No doubt, no doubt, But 'tain't no use to talk." Chorus: I didn't raise my Ford to be a Jitney Bus, Or I'll run you out of gasoline. You'd better take the street car right away, sir, You're in an awful pickle Take back your doggone nickle I didn't raise my Ford to be a jitney. Hiram said I'd like to know, Fords go where angels fear to tread That means anywhere. One day I cranked to beat the band, The darned thing slipped out of my hand I thought that it would never land, For it nearly touched the sky. I'm sad! I'm sad! I've got a car but out of gasoline. Used by permission, words and music copyright 1915 by Frank K. Root & Co., Chicago, Ill. Pathe Record 10035 |