The morning call., 1890-12-26


Aud thy heart would be melting, Katy. darling.
Coudst thou see thy love this sad night
For the wild flowers are sleeping Katy, darling
w And H. the lone birds are singing on each tree
Oh. know love, I'm kneeling by thee
Whether or not such superfluity of
'Ohs" caused Katy to rise from her grave is
unrecorded. But that this song was i'm
men sely popular In its day is attested by
the existence OF about 500 parodics of it,
having refrains such as "Ducky, Darling
or Bobby. Darling" Bobby standing for
policeman, or "Cookey, Darling"
Here is more sentiment:
THEIR LAY.
Lay her where the woodbine clingeth
4 o the dark magnolia tree,
Where the breezes low music brlngeth
From the bosom of the sea.
With sorrowful devotion
Lay her where sweet violets be-
Where the leaves keep gentle motion
the breathing OF the sea.
There lay her, there leave her.
Our young Ella Lee,
Ever blooming the summer
Ever ming like the bee,
We believed her some bright being
from the land where angels be;
We have lost her-ever lost hec-
Our fair Ella, Ella Lee.
The popular heroine always used to be
dead; it may be noticed "Rosalie, the
Prairie Flower" was dead, too:
PRAIRIE BLOSSOM.
But the summer faded, and the chilly blast
When the autumn song birds woke with the morn,
Little prairie flower was gone.
For the angels whispered softly in her ear:
Child the rather calls thee. stay not here:
To their blissful home Of light.
Though we shah never look on her any more,
Gone with the love and the joy she bore.
Far away she's blooming in a fadeIess bower,
Sweet Resale, the prairie flower.
girl named Nelly-dead, of course:
NOW NELLY's CHANCE.
In the hazel dell my Nellys sleeping,
Where the flowers wave;
And the silent stars are nightly weeping
Der poor Nelly grave.
Smile on me no more:
Ev'ry dream of joy, alasl has persisted.
Nelly, dear. with thee.
CHORUS:
All alone my watch I'm keeping
In the hazel deli
For my daring Neily's near me sleeping,
Nelly, dear. farewell.
The idea of the stars weeping, possibly orig
inal in Katy, Darling" is here repeated.
That Nellie was the Annie Rooney" Of
her day is shown by another song about a
girl named Nellie:
DOWN IN OLD KENTUCKY.
There's a low green valley the old Kentucky
Where i've whiled many happy. happy hours
A-sitting and a-snging by little cottage door.
Where lived my darling Nellie Gray
One night went to see her, shebad gone the night
The white man he hound her with n CHAIN
They have taken her to Georgia for 10 wear her life
A-working mong the cotton and the cane
lark There's a knocking at the door.
Oh, hear the angels calling. and see my Nellie
Farewell to the Old Kentucky shore
Here is one more in the same strain:
GOOD FOR ELLEN.
Soft be thy SAUNDERS, rude depart,
Visions IN numbers cheer thy young heart
Warm hearts shall beat for thee
Sweet Ellen Bane.
CHORUS:
Gentle sumbers round thee glide.
Dreams OF beauty round thee bide.
While lnger by thy side,
Sweet Ellen Bane
1t is not quite clear whether this Ellen
was sleeping in grave or not, but If she
wasn't, Ito be lingering by her side." on
the part of the presumable young man who
does the singing cannot be defended. He
should have done as Artemus Ward did
when the serenaders asked him to "Come
where my love lies dreaming" Artemus
said, II didn't go; didn't think it would be
correct"
SONGS of California were mainly senti-
mental, too.
This idea of the gold-miner as gushing
hero, fond of religion and tears, was Il popu-
lar but hardly truthful conception Of the
real Californian OF 40. "The Old Cabin
Home" is not yet entirely forgotten, but its
beauties do not consist in faultess meter.
GooD-BY.
Oh I'm going far away. Pm going to leave you
To the Mississippi river am going;
Will take my old banjo,
And I'll sing this little song,
Away down In my old cabin home.
Here is my old cabin home
Here is my sister and my brother;
Here is my wife, she's the Joy Of my life,
And the child In the grave with its mother.
The touch of pathos contained in the last
II ne never failed in its effect upon the soft
hearts Of those days. The singer Of that
time was always trying to find out il he was
"missed" by those at home.
UNDOUBTEDLY NOT.
Do they miss me at home, do they miss me7
'Twould be an assurance most dear
To know that this moment some loved one
Was saying, wish he were here.
To feel that the grou at the Preside
Were thin king OF me as roam
Oh, yes. 'twould be joy beyond measure
To know that they miss me at home.
To this homesick youth the following re-
ply was made:
UNDER A HAYsTACK, PROBABLY.
The shadows Of evening are falling
Oh! where Is the wanderer nows
The breeze that floats lightly around me
Percha nee may soon visit his brow.
Oh hear on thy bosom a message,
We're wa ching oh why wilt thou roam,
Thy heart has grown cold and detected
For we miss thee, miss thee at home.
As was Nelly for heroine SO was Willy
for hero. OF course there was Willy who
was missed"
WILLIAM GETS THERE.
Oh, willy is it you. dear? safe. safe at home;
They did not tell Inc rue dear: they said you would
not come.
I've watched for you at the gate, and it made my
heart rejoice,
when he ard your well-known footsteps and that
dear, familiar voice.
Making music In mine In the lonely midnight
gloom
Oh. Willy, we have missed you; welcome welcome
home
We've longed to see you nightly but this night
most OF all;
The fire was blazing brightly and the lamp was In
the halt;
The little ones up till twas 10 O'Clock or past:
But their eyes began to twinkle. and they're gone
sleep at last.
They listened for your voice till they thought you'd
never come
Oh. Willy, we have missed you; welcome, welcome
home.
Where Willy went is possibly explained
by another song:
ON THE OCEAN WAVE