Fold her hands upon her breast, And let her sweetly sleep. She has found a perfect rest, Beneath her winding sheet. Her weary limbs are now at rest,

The yellow fever was raging, Down in the sunny south; And in many of the cities, There was a death at every house. This plague a war was raging,

One more little spirit to Heaven… To dwell in that mansion above, Where dear little angels, together… In God’s everlasting love. One little flower has withered and…

On a moonlight evening, in the mon… A number of young people were play… They mingled together, the bashful… And had a pleasant time and chat,… CHORUS:

In the year eighteen seventy-six, A Fourth of July celebration Was held in Grand Rapids city In honor to our nation. The largest city in the county of…

Air—"Lily Dale" Come all kind friends, wherever yo… Come listen to what I say, It’s of a little girl that was ple… And she died while out doors at pl…

To Original Music The people in this nation, Have kept for many years, February twenty-second, That day we love it dear.

Air—"Three Grains of Corn"… Once was a boy, age fifteen years, Hiram Helsel was his name, And he was sick two years or so; He has left this world of pain;

Air—"The Major’s Only Son"… Come all good people, far and near… Oh, come and see what you can hear… It’s of a young man, true and brav… Who is now sleeping in his grave.

Air—"The Soldier’s Orphan Boy… Down south the Libby prison stood… The rebel’s filthy den; Rebs in battle prisoners took— Of course our union men.

On the life of Andrew Jackson, Now dear people I will write, And in sketches, I will tell you His career with great delight. His career on earth is ended;

Air—"Rally 'Round the Flag, B… We will rally in the city, We will gather from the farms, Shouting equalization, Greenbacks a legal tender,

Air—"Gypsy’s Warning" Andrew was a little infant, And his life was two years old; He was his parents’ eldest boy, And he was drowned, I was told.

AIR—"The Drunkard" Come listen, friends, and hear a s… It is a doleful one, About a young man, dead and gone— He died far away from home.

Air—"Lucy Long" My friends, I pray you listen, I’ll sing a little song, About the village of Rockford, It will not take me long;