Set of 6: Popular Song Lyrics

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The Star-Spangled Banner Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming. Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous flight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there. CHORUS. Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. On the shore dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream: CHORUS. 'Tis the star-spangled banner; oh, long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home the brave. And where is that band who so vauntingly swore, That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, A home and a country should leave us more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave: CHORUS. And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. Oh, thus be it ever when freedom shall stand Between their loved home and wild war's desolution; Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land Praise the Pow'r that hath made and preserved us a nation! Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto: "In God is our trust!" CHORUS. And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. OLD BLACK JOE Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay; Gone are my friends from the cottonfields away; Gone from the earth to a better land I know, I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe!" CHORUS. I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low; I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe!" Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain? Why do I sigh that my friends come not again? Grieving for forms now departed long ago, I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe!" CHORUS. I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low; I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe!" Where are the hearts once so happy and so free? The children so dear that I held upon my knee? Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go, I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe!" CHORUS. I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low; I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe!" Darling Nelly Gray There's a low green valley on the old Kentucky shore. Where I've whiled many happy hours away, A-sitting and a-singing by the little cottage door. Where lived my darling Nelly Gray. CHORUS.. O my darling Nelly Gray, they have taken her away, And I'll never see my darling any more. I'm sitting by the river and I'm weeping all the day, For you've gone from the old Kentucky shore. When the moon had climbed, the mountain, and the stars were shining too Then I'd take my darling Nelly Gray, And we'd float down the river in my little red canoe, While my banjo sweetly I would play. CHORUS. O my darling Nelly Gray, they have taken her away, And I'll never see my darling any more. I'm sitting by the river and I'm weeping all the day, For you've gone from the old Kentucky shore. My eyes are getting blinded, and I cannot see my way, Hark! there's somebody knocking at the door- OI hear the angels calling, and I see my Nelly Gray, Farewell to the old Kentucky shore. CHORUS. O my darling Nelly Gray, up in heaven there, they say, That they'll never take you from me any more, I'm coming-coming-coming, as the angels clear the way, Farewell to the old Kentucky shore. Auld Lang Syne Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min'? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days of Auld Lang Syne? CHORUS. For Auld Lang Syne, my dear, For Auld Lang Syne; We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet For Auld Lang Syne. We twa ha'e run aboot the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine; And we've wandered mony a weary foot Sin' Auld Lang Syne.-CHORUS. We twa ha'e sported i' the burn Frae mornin' sun till dine, But seas between us braid ha's roared Sin' Auld Lang Syne.-CHORUS. And here's a hand, my trusty frien', And gie's a hand o' thine; And we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet For Auld Lang Syne.-CHORUS. Silver Threads Among the Gold Darling, I am growing old, Silver threads among the gold, Shine upon my brow to-day; Life is fading fast away; But my darling, you will be, will be Always young and fair to me, Yes! my darling, you will be Always young and fair to me. CHORUS. Darling, I am growing old, Silver threads among the gold, Shine upon my brow to-day; Life is fading fast away. When your hair is silver white, And your cheeks no longer bright, With the roses of the May; I will kiss your lips and say- Oh! my darling, mine alone, alone- You have never older grown- Yes! my darling, mine alone, You have never older grown!-CHORUS. Love can never more grow old, Locks may lose their brown and gold; Cheeks may fade and hollow grow; But the heart that love will know Never, never winter's frosts and chill; Summer warmth is in them still- Never winter's frosts and chill, Summer warmth is in them still.-CHORUS. Love is always young and fair, What to us is silver hair, Faded cheek, or steps grown slow, To the heart that beats below? Since I kissed you, mine alone, alone, You have never older grown- Since I kissed you, mine alone, You have never older grown.-CHORUS. My Old Kentucky Home The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home, 'Tis summer, the darkies are gay; The corntop's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom, While the birds make music all the day. The young folks roll on the little cabin floor, All merry, all happy and bright; By'm-by hard times comes a-knocking at the door, Then my old Kentucky home, good-night! CHORUS. Weep no more, my lady, O weep no more to-day! We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home, For the old Kentucky home, far away. They hunt no more for the possum and the coon, On the meadow, the hill, and the shore; They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon, On the bench by the old cabin door, The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart, With sorrow where all was delight; The time has come when the darkies have to part, Then my old Kentucky home, good-night!-CHO. The head must bow and the back will have to bend, Wherever the darkey may go; A few more days, and the trouble all will end, In the field where the sugarcanes grow. A few more days for to tote the weary load- No matter, 'twill never be light; A few more days till we totter on the road, Then my old Kentucky home, good-night!-CHO.

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