MY MAMMY'S VOICE. 



When I was a little pickaninny, long ago, 



My ole mammy use' ter sing de sweetes' song I know ; 



Wid her croonin' an' her hummin', When she see de Sandman comin' 



To de Land o' Nod she'd. rock me very soft and slow. 



CHORUS : 



When work is troo, and day is done, 

 As I set an' watch de sinkin' sun, 



Hear my mammy singing all de songs I use' ter know ; 

 Ain't no voice so sweet an' clear, so sweet an' clear, 

 Ain't no tunes ter me is half so dear, 

 As de songs my mammy sung me, In de long ago, de long ago. 



Dere is music in de clock a-tickin' on de wall, 



Dere is singing in de kittle wid its bubblin' call, 



Sweet de cricket's merry strummin', And de bumblebees a-hummin', 



But de singin' ob my mammy war de bes' ob all. 



BARCAROLLE. 



SILVER SONG SERIES IV. 

 Glide, little boat, o'er the waves that are glancing, 



Kissed by the sunshine and rocked by the breeze ; 

 Dance little boat, for our hearts too are dancing, 



Wakened to joy by such moments as these. 



Glide, little boat, o'er the waves that are sighing, 

 Under the smile of the sunset's last ray; 



Breathe we a song for the hours that are dying, 

 Why wilt thou leave us, oh, beautiful day? 



Drift, little boat, on the dim starlit waters, 



Rock we like babes on the ocean's great breast; 



Ever she cradles her sons and her daughters, 

 Whispering love songs of peace and of rest. 



COME, OH, COME WITH ME. 



LEAFLET No. VII. 



I. 



Come, O come with me, the moon is beaming, 

 Come, O come with me, the stars are gleaming; 

 All around, above, with beauty teeming; 

 Moonlight hours have joys for me. 



CHORUS : 



Tra la la la la la' la la la la 

 Tra la la la la la la la la 



II. 



My skiff is by the shore, she's light and free, 

 To ply the feather'd oar, is joy to me; 

 And while we glide along o'er the dark blue sea, 

 We'll sing our sweetest melody. 

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