The Republican journal., 1903-09-10
Familiar Songs and their Authors.
THE STAR spANeLED BANNER.

bombardment of Fort McHenry, which
defended Baltimore. He with other
prisoners watched anxiously to see
which flag floated on the fort. Keys
feelings on seeing that the Stars and
Stripes had not been hauled down,
found expression in the poem which
gained for him a lasting reputation.
He wrote part of it on the ship and
the rest on his arrival at Baltimore,
where it was soon after sung at his
suggestion to the tune of "Anacreon in
Heaven" Key wrote number of other
songs, collection of them appearing
in 1857. A 100000 monument was
erected to Key in Golden Gate park,
San Francisco, by James Lick. The
words of the song which carries his
name along are as follows:
Oh, say. can you see, by the dawn's early
light,
What so proudly we hail at the twi-
lights last cleaning,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars,
through the perilous fight,
Der the ramparts we watched, were so
gallantly streaming;
And the rockets red glare, the bombs burst
ing in the air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag
was still there;
Oh, say, does that Star-Spangled Banner
yet wave
Der the land of the free and the home of
the brave?
On that shore dimly seen through the mists
Where the foes naughty host in dread
What is that which the breeze, DER the
towering steep,
AS it ftfully blows. now conceals, now
disclOses?
Now it catches the CLEAN of the mornings
first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the
'Tis the Star-Spangled Banner; oh, long
may it wave
Ger the land of the free and the home of
the brave.
And where are the foes who so vauntingly
SwOre
That the havoc of war, and the battles
confusion,
A home and country should leave us no
more!
Their blood has washed out their foul
footsteps pollution;
No refuge could save the hireling slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of
the grave;
And the Star-Spangled Banner IN triumph
doth wave
Ger the land of the free and the home OF
the brave!
Oh, thus be it ever, when freemen shall
stand
Between their loved homes and the wars
desOlatiOn!
Blest with victory and peace, may the
heaven-reScued land
Praise the Power that hath made and
preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause 1t
is just,
And this be our motto: SIN God is our
truSt;'
And the Star-Spangled Banner in triumph
shall wave
Ger the land of the free and the home of
the brave!
THE LITTLE oIDLOG CABIN IN THE LANE.
Will Shakespeare Hays was born in
Louisville, Ky, July 10, 1887. He was a
natural musician from boyhood. With
out the aid of a teacher, he was able
to perform on any musical instrument.
While in school in 1856 he wrote his first
ballad, Little Ones at Home" Evan
geline was the first ballad be set to mu-
sic, and it proved very popular. He was
long connected with different Louis
vile papers, and for time clerk on an
Ohio river steamboat. The sale of his
various songs, "Mollie Darling, '"Sham-
us O'Brien, Mora O'Neal," "Nobody's
Darling and others have run into
millions Of copies. The following are
the words of a long time favorite:
I'm getting old and feeble now, 1 cannot
work no more,
I've laid de rusty biaded hoe to rest;
Ole massa an ole miss's am dead. dey're
sleepin' side by side;
Deere spirits now am roaming wild de blest !;
De scene am changed about de place, de
darkies am all gone,
I'll nebber hear them singin' in de cane;
An I'se de only one dat's left, wild dis ole
dog OBJ mine,
In de little ole log cabin in de lane.
Chorus.
De chimney's falling down, an de roof
is Gavin in;
amt got long round here to remain;
But de angels watches over me when L
lay 5 uOW ii w SlCCFS
In de little ole log cabin in de lane.
Oar was happy time to me, twas many
years ago,
De darkies used to gather round de door;
Dey used to dance an sing at night; l play
ed de ole banjo;
Alas cannot play it any more.
De hinges they got rusted, an de door has
tumbled down,
De roof lets in de sunshine an de rain;
~ fu;o TSvynr rot is
dog OBJ mine,
In de little ole log cabin in de lane.
De foot-path now is covered DER dat led US
round de hill,
De fences all are gone to decay;
De creek is all dried up where we used to
go to mill;
De time has turned its course anodder way,
amt got long to stay here, an what little
time got,
I'll try and be c0ntented to remain
Till death shall call my dog and me to find
better home
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