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قراءة كتاب Beadle's Dime Song Book No. 1 A Collection of New and Popular Comic and Sentimental Songs.

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Beadle's Dime Song Book No. 1 A Collection of New and Popular Comic and Sentimental Songs.

Beadle's Dime Song Book No. 1 A Collection of New and Popular Comic and Sentimental Songs.

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  • My Own Native Land, 37

  • Nelly Gray, 6

  • Nelly was a Lady, 16
  • Old Dog Tray, 58
  • Our Mary Ann, 61
  • Over the Mountain, 28
  • Poor Old Slave, 7
  • Red, White, and Blue, 59
  • Root, Hog, or Die, 38
  • Root, Hog, or Die, No. 2, 39
  • Root, Hog, or Die, No. 3, 40
  • Root, Hog, or Die. No. 4, 41
  • Row, Row, 29
  • Shells of the Ocean, 57
  • Song of the Sexton, 44
  • Star-Spangled Banner, 43
  • The Age of Progress, 63
  • The Dying Californian, 51
  • The Hills of New England, 70
  • The Lake-Side Shore, 66
  • The Miller of the Dee, 30
  • The Marseilles Hymn, 55
  • The Old Folks we Loved Long Ago, 71
  • The Old Farm-House, 47
  • The Old Play-Ground, 10
  • The Rock of Liberty, 60
  • The Sword of Bunker Hill, 48
  • The Tempest, 67
  • There’s a Good Time Coming, 69
  • Twenty Years Ago, 42
  • Twinkling Stars, 56
  • Uncle Sam’s Farm, 45
  • Unfurl the Glorious Banner, 36
  • Wait for the Wagon, 46
  • Willie, we have Missed You, 12
  • Willie’ll Roam no More, 18

    • BEADLE’S
    DIME SONG BOOK.

    No. 1.

    Gentle Annie.

    Copied by permission of Firth, Pond & Co., 547 Broadway, owners of the copyright.

    Thou wilt come no more, gentle Annie—
    Like a flower thy spirit did depart;
    Thou art gone, alas! like the many,
    That have bloom’d in the summer of my heart.

    CHORUS.

    Shall we never more behold thee,
    Never hear thy winning voice again,
    When the spring time comes, gentle Annie,
    When the wild flowers are scattered o’er the plain?

    We have roam’d and loved ’mid the bowers,
    When thy downy cheeks were in bloom;
    Now I stand alone ’mid the flowers,

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