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 5 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, While they mingle their perfumes o’er thy tomb. _Chorus._--Shall we never more, &c. Ah! the hours grow sad while I ponder Near the silent spot where thou art laid, And my heart bows down when I wander By the streams and the meadows where we stray’d. _Chorus._--Shall we never more, &c. Nelly Gray. 6 There’s a low green valley on the old Kentucky shore, There I’ve whiled many happy hours away, A sitting and a singing by the little cottage door Where lived my darling Nelly Gray. CHORUS. Oh, my poor Nelly Gray, they have taken you 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 old Kentucky shore. When the moon had climb’d 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 light canoe-- While my banjo sweetly I would play. Oh, my poor Nelly Gray, &c. One night I went to see her, but she’s gone, the neighbors say, The white man bound her with his chain-- They have taken her to Georgia for to wear her life away, As she toils in the cotton and the cane. Oh, my poor Nelly Gray, &c.