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 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—"He Folds Them on His Bo… Be kind to all little ones, All fathers, mothers dear, Be kind to your little ones, Their little hearts to cheer.

Gently on the stream of time, We are floating day by day, In life’s native boats sublime We soon anchor in the bay. We’ll soon anchor in the haven,

Air—"Belle Mahone" Once there was a lady fair, With black eyes and curly hair, She has left this world of care, Sweet Carrie Monro.

Air—"The Texas Rangers" My friends, I pray you listen, A story I will tell; It’s of two noble soldiers, And they were known full well;

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.

He is sleeping, sounding sleeping In the cold and silent tomb. He is resting, sweetly resting In perfect peace, all alone. He has left us, God bereft us,

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,

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—"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;

I will write a sketch of my early… It will be of childhood day, And all who chance to read it, No criticism, pray. My childhood days were happy,

Come all ye friends, and citizens, Where-ever you may be, Come listen to a few kind words A friend will say to thee, Although going to speak to you

Hail the coming holiday, With a hearty joyous feast, And drive away sorrow, friends, For a day or two at least; Lay all business cares aside,

Willie and Nellie, one evening sa… By their own little cottage door; They saw a man go staggering by— Says Willie, “that’s Mr. Lanore; He is just going home from town, w…