{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4478", "width": "2777", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "-n^o^\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0ft \u00e2\u0080\u00a2_ O. A?*\\ni^/* J", "height": "4398", "width": "2627", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "^^o", "height": "4398", "width": "2627", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "SONGS FROM\\nDIXIE LAND", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "SONGS FROM\\nDIXIE LAND\\nt\\nBY\\nFRANK L. STANTON\\nILLUSTRATED BY\\nW. H. GALLAWAY\\nINDIANAPOLIS\\nTHE BOWEN-MKRRILL COMPANY\\nPUBLISHERS", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0013.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "So 037\\nAUG 16 mo \\\\^0^\\nCopynght entry\\nCopyright, 1900\\nby\\nThe Bo weu -Merrill Company\\nBraun worth, Munn Barber.\\nPrinters and Binders,\\nBrooklyn, N. Y.", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0014.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "TO\\nCLARK HOWELL\\nOF GEORGIA", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0015.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "74118", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0016.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nAn Old-Time Singer\\nAn Unfortunate Brother 29\\nAt Bay ^^5\\nAt the Meetin* ^7\\nAway With the Dreams 233\\n^Backsliding Brother, The\\nBallad of Letitia, A 203\\nBanjo Song 40\\nBefore the Gates 205\\nBest o Fellers ^3\u00c2\u00b0\\nBill s Courtship 59\\nBillville Divide, The 92\\nBillville Spirit Meeting, The 99\\nBoys Are There, The 102\\nBr er Williams ^3\\nCall of the Angels, The 73\\nCaptain s Coat of Gray, The 81\\nChristmas Conversion, A 3\\nChristmas Times in Bill 112\\nComrades\\nCremation of Jenks, The ^4\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2Crost the Hills to Georgy 7^\\nDead Singer, The 227\\nDear Old Tunes, The 229\\nDe Bumbshell 3^\\nU xi n", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0017.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nDe Li r Chillun 19\\nFallen of the Fight, The 225\\nFellow Who Had Done His Best 156\\nGot Ter Fight It Out 48\\nGreen World, The 141\\nHalleluia Fellow, A 172\\nHazy, Daisy Weather, The 170\\nHe Sleepin* So 37\\nHe Whistled 121\\nHis Fall From Grace 50\\nHis First School Days 35\\nHis Sweetheart 126\\nHomely Philosopher, A 161\\nHopeful Brother, A 145\\nIdle Fellow, An 179\\nIf Love Be Thine 207\\nIn Harvest Days 214\\nIn the Night 231\\nIn the Red Deeps of May 187\\nIn the Union 135\\nIt s Morning 150\\nJest to Be Happy 134\\nJim s Best Man 64\\n^Keep a-Goin 163\\nLad With the Little Tin Horn, The 152\\nLazy Citizen, A 34\\nLesson of Fire, A 32\\nLet the Dream Pass 208\\nLetitia s Likeness 196\\nLi l* Feller wid His Mammy s Eyes 16\\n*Long About the Christmas Time 143", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0018.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nMarcelle 193\\nMarcelle s Lovers 185\\nMister Rabbit s Gentility 11\\nMister Rabbit s Love Affair 44\\nMister Winter s Message 18\\nMolly an Me an the Snow 124\\nMy or Man 87\\nMy Shakespeare 215\\nNecklace of Love, A 189\\nNo Good Ter de Country 23\\nNone For Him 174\\nOld Books, The 223\\nOld Deacon s Version, The 25\\nOld-Fashioned Gentleman, An 221\\nOld Hymns, The 128\\nOn Dress Parade 30\\nOn the Shelf 71\\nOne of the Faithful 46\\nOne of the Unreconstructed 115\\nOver the Green Hills 210\\nPeace bul Fambly Man, A 54\\nPicture Bible, The 132\\nPoor Unfortunate, A 177\\nPortrait, The 211\\nPreacher and the Possum, The 42\\nProblems 41\\nRing and the Rose, The 190\\nRural Comedy, A ]6\\nSettin By the Fire 168\\nSide a Cabin Fire 175\\nSnow Prophet, The J17\\nxiii", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0019.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nSong in Springtime, A\\n194\\nSong of Mister Satan, A\\n38\\nSong of Trust, A\\n154\\nSpring Day in Winter, A\\n98\\nSweet Command, The\\n183\\nSweetes LiT Feller\\n21\\nSweetheart He Loved Long Ago, The\\n62\\nSweetheart of a Soldier, The\\n217\\nUsual Way, The\\n167\\nVillage Doctor, The\\n88\\nWhat the Fire Said\\n146\\nWhen a Feller Has the Blues\\n165\\nWhen Bells Ring Home to Rest\\n53\\nWhen Sally Played the Banjo\\nno\\nWhen the Lights Go Out\\n198\\nWhen You and Me Wuz Boys\\n119\\nWind o the Night, The\\n200\\nWinter\\n123\\nWinter*s Comin*\\n162\\nWith Johnson s Band\\n105\\nWith the Colored Regiment Band\\n7\\nXIV", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0020.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "PLANTATION SONGS", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0021.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "THE BACKSLIDING BROTHER\\nI tell im plain\\nDat my hopes is vain,\\nEn I drinked my dram fer ter ease my pain\\nDen de screech owl screech f um de north ter\\nsouth\\nYou drinked yo dram, en you smacked yo\\nmouth I\\nEn you gwine de way\\nWhar de brimstone stay,\\nEn Satan gwine ter roas you at de Jedgmint\\nDay!", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0022.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "A CHRISTMAS CONVERSION\\n?nnWUZ gittin long fo Chris mus, w en de\\nX holly hangin red\\nEn you feels it in yo j ints dat de fros is on de\\n^hed;\\nWen de angels is onravelin er de snowflakes in\\nde night\\nEn de worl wrop up twell mawnin in a freezin\\nsheet er white.\\nDes li P while fo Chris mus, w en de squerril\\nprojick roun\\nEn de rabbit say, Look out dar! ez de ripe\\nnuts hit de groun\\nWen dey has de candy-pullin en de apple\\ncider s sweet,\\nEn de music in de fiddle mek de fidget in yo\\nfeet;\\n3", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0023.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "A CHRISTMAS CONVERSION\\nDat de passon gone ter preachin ez he never\\npreach befo\\nDat dancin wuz onlawful, en we musn t dance no\\nmo\\nDe scripter wuz ergin it, en de chu ch had lay it\\ndown\\nYou couldn t git ter glory whilst you swingin\\ngals eroun\\nNow, we done had lowed, betwix us, dar wuz\\ndancin gwine ter be,\\nEf we had ter miss de preachin en de missionary\\ntree\\nEn so, w en come de Chris mus en de snow wuz\\non de groun\\nDe passon come en kotched us des a-swingin\\ngals eroun\\nHe kotched de deacons at it de stewards wuz in\\nline;\\nDe cabin flo wuz creakin en de fiddles des\\na-gwine\\n4", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0024.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "A CHRISTMAS CONVERSION\\nTwuz wuss dan halleluia en glory in yo Soul\\nTwuz Swing dem corners, people! en Let\\nde music roll!\\nDar never wuz sich music ez dey mek dem fid-\\ndies play:\\nDe passon hollered Stop it! but de fiddlers\\nsawed away!\\nDe sisters bouncin in de dance-^de deacons fer\\nem reachin\\nDey hollered at de passon dar, Dis sho does\\nbeat yo preachin\\nDen it come ter pass de passon fergit his Chris\\nmus tex\\nHe jerk his coat en holler: Please God, I com-\\nin nex\\nEn he jump ez quick ez lightnin in de middle er\\nhis for.\\nEn de way he swing dem sisters wuz a caution ter\\nbehor\\n5", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0025.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "A CHRISTMAS CONVERSION\\nYou never see sich cuttin up all up en down de\\nhall:\\nDe passon led de deacons roun outdancin er\\nem all\\nEn he say, w en it wuz over, whilst a-carryin off\\nde prize\\nGwine home ter read my titles cFar ter mansions\\nin de skies!", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0026.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0027.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0028.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "WITH THE COLORED REGIMENT BAND\\nHE wuz down heah hoein de cotton in de Ian\\nwhar he raise en bo n,\\nEn all he knowed wuz de ol home road, twell de\\nwar-talk hit come on\\nDen he stop de mule in de furrer, en take his gun\\nin his han\\nHe des can t stay! so he march away wid de Cul-\\nlud Regiment Ban\\nLook at im (Dat what his mammy say.)\\nHep ter de right, en hep!\\nHe black ez coal, Lawd bless yo soul!\\nBut he step lak a white man step!", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0029.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "WITH THE COLORED REGIMENT BAND\\nII\\nWe lock up de house en de chillun we lef de\\ncrap in de grass\\nWe stir roun some, we n we heah de drum, fer\\nter see im marchin pas\\nHe dress in blue lak a sojer true, en de cap n say,\\ngood Ian\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2He de bes one yit ef his cloze don t fit\u00e2\u0080\u0094 dat\\nmarch ter de Regiment Ban\\nLook at im! (Dat what his mammy say.)\\nHep ter de right, en hep\\nI glad he bo n fo de war come on,\\nKaze he step lak a white man step!\\nni\\nTer think dat he raise en bo n heah, en never\\nbeen I arnt in school\\nDat all he knowed wuz de ol home road en de\\nways er de Georgy mule\\n8", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0030.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "WITH THE COLORED REGIMENT BAND\\nEn den ter jine de army, en shoulder his gun\\ngood Ian\\nWe wuz proud dat day w en he march away wid\\nde Cullud Regiment Ban\\nLook at im! (Dat what his mammy say.)\\nHep ter de right, en hep!\\nHe my own son, wid his guv ment gun,\\nEn he step lak a white man step!\\nIV\\nEn we gone ter de train ter see im off; en we\\nheah de news er de fight\\nHow de Spaniels say, ez he blaze away, dat de\\nbullets wuz flyin right!\\nHow dey shot one arm f um his shoulder, but he\\nfou t wid de yuther han\\nDe boy we raise in de freedom days, dat march\\nter de Regiment Ban", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0031.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "WITH THE COLORED REGIMENT BAND\\nLook at im! (Dat what his mammy say.)\\nHep ter de right, en hep!\\nMill what I say: he ll step some day\\nEz proud ez a white man step!\\nV\\nEn de cap n say w en dey sont im home in de\\nletter what he write,\\nHis face wuz black ez de chimbly-back, but de\\nheart what he had wuz white!\\nEn ter think dat he fight fer his country so de\\nboy dat we raise good Ian\\nEn we bless de day w en he march away wid de\\nCullud Regiment Ban\\nLook at im! (Dat what his mammy say.)\\nHe done wid de hep en hep\\nI shouts fer joy fer my sojer-boy,\\nKaze he step lak a white man step!\\nlO", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0032.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "M\\nMISTER RABBIT S GENTILITY\\nISTER Rabbit is a gentleman he skip er-\\nlong his way,\\nHe takin of it easy w en I stackin up de hay;\\nHe see me in de cotton fieP f um summer up ter\\nfall,\\nEn pass me by, en wink his eye, en never wuck\\nat all\\nMr. Rabbit is a gentleman he livin mighty fine,\\nHe never pullin fodder whar de white man got\\nme gwine\\nHe hidin in de brier patch en takin of his ease,\\nHe stir roun w en he want ter, en lay down w en\\nhe please,\\nn", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0033.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "MISTER RABBIT S GENTILITY\\n^O Mister Mister Rabbit, I wish you he p me\\nout;\\nYou all time on a picnic or a-projickin erbout\\nEf you he p me hoe de cotton I ll pay you in de\\nfall;\\nHe pass me by, en wink his eye, en never wuck\\nat all!\\n12", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0034.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "BR ER WILLIAMS\\nBR ER WILLIAMS sich a sinner\\nHe tu n de preacher pale\\nHe never b lieve dat story\\nBout Jonah en de whale.\\nHe tu n aside f um people\\nDat wear Salwation robe\\nHe got he doubts bout Joshua,\\nEn draw de line at Job.\\nHe say dis worl de bes one\\nHe ever hope ter win\\nHe never been ter meetin\\nSence freedom time come in.\\nBut once he had a wision\\nHe got ter heaven s gate\\nDes bout de time er sundown,\\nEn fifteen minutes late.\\n13", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0035.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "BR ER WILLIAMS\\nDen Mister Gabriel tell im:\\nBr er Williams, go yo way:\\nDes take de elewator\\nTer whar de devil stay!\\nEn, bless yo soul Nex Sunday\\nWhat did de people see\\nBr er Williams settin in de pew\\nEz solemn ez could be\\nBut now, de trouble comin\\nA yearthquake hit de wall-\\nDe shingles went ter shakin\\nEn down de steeple fall!\\nDe preacher, he wuz trimblin\\nEn scart clean out his shoes;\\nDe pulpit went ter playin\\nAt leapfrog wid de pews", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0036.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "ran", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0037.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0038.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "Br eR WILLIAMS\\nOntell at las de preacher\\nGot strength enough ter say\\nDe Lawd above have mercy!\\nDar s a Jonah heah terday!\\nEn den dey grabbed Br er Williams,\\nOntell he fit en fou t,\\nWent rockin vv^id im ter de do\\nEn pitch Br er Williams out\\nEn bout de las w^uz seen er him\\nHe gwine erlong de w^ay\\nTer hunt de elew^ator\\nTer whar de devil stay!\\n15", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0039.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "LFL FELLER WID HIS MAMMY S EYES\\nALL dat I got on de whole plantation,\\nAll dat I love in de whole creation\\nIn de roun green worl or de big blue skies,\\nIs a fat li r feller wid his mammy s eyes\\nLi l feller wid his mammy s eyes!\\nHe play in de san en he roll in de clover.\\nHe watch fer me w en de day wuck over;\\nHe look so cunnin en he look so wise,\\nDat fat li l feller wid his mammy s eyes\\nLi l feller wid his mammy s eyes\\nFur ways off he kin see en know me.\\nEn I h ist im up on de mule befo me;\\nEn I rides im home, en his mammy sprise\\nAt dat fat li P feller wid his mammy s eyes\\nLi l feller wid his mammy s eyes!\\ni6", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0040.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "LI*L* FELLEU WID UlS MAMMY* S EYES\\nHe got sich ways en tricks erbout im,\\nI knows dat I can t git long widout im\\nEn I thanks de Lawd, in de big blue skies,\\nFer dat fat li l feller wid his mammy s eyes-\\nLi l feller wid his mammy s eyes.\\n17", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0041.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "MISTER WINTER S MESSAGE\\nDE Winter sen a message\\nMiss Springtime, is you home?\\nI bleege terwait outside yo gate:\\nI wants some honeycomb!\\nEn den Miss Springtime up en say:\\nYou blowed my honey-bees away!\\nDe Winter sorter study\\nTer fin some winnin word\\nI bout ter freeze! I wish you please\\nTu n loose a mockin bird!\\nEn den Miss Springtime say: You knows\\nMy mockin birds is all done froze!\\nDe Winter stan dar, quollin\\nHe cut up roun de place\\nHe low he ll sen a blizzard den,\\nTer slap Miss Springtime face\\nMiss Springtime say: Ontell you go,\\nDat face er mine I ll never show!\\ni8", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0042.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "DE LI L CHILLUN\\nDE li P chillun dey so coP,\\nI hates ter see em shiver,\\nDe night-win freezin ter dey soul,\\nEn des a roof f er kiver\\nDey cry fer fire night en day;\\nEn I I dunno what ter say\\nDey kneel down whar de col win creep,\\nWhilst I a-settin nigh em\\nDis night I lays me down ter sleep,\\nEn ax de Lawd stay by em\\nDes in de sweet ol way lak dat.\\n(He dunno whar dey livin at I)\\nDey comes a-cuddlin ter my bre s\\nFer comfort one en all.\\nI tries ter sing em ter dey res\\nBut feels de hot tears fall.\\nPo li r lambs! nowhar s ter go,\\nI sorry sorry fer em so\\n^9", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0043.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "DE LI^l CHILLUN\\nEn yit, I knows de good Lawd say,\\nOnce w en dey grief He see,\\nWhat time de chillun los dey way,\\nGo tell em come ter Me!\\nI wish who said dem words, lak dat,\\nKnowed whar dese chillun livin at\\n20", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0044.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "SWEETES LI L FELLER\\nSWEETES IVr feller\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nEverybody knows\\nDunno what ter call im,\\nBut he mighty lak a rose\\nLookin at his mammy\\nWid eyes so shiny-blue,\\nMek you think dat heaven\\nIs comin clost ter you\\nWen he s dar a-sleepin\\nIn his li r place,\\nThink I see de angels\\nLookin thoo de lace.\\n21", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0045.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "Wen de dark is fallin\\nWen de shadders creep,\\nDen dey comes on tip-toe\\nTer Idss im in his sleep.\\nSweetes li l feller\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nEverybody knows\\nDunno what ter call im,\\nBut he mighty lak a rose\\n22", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0046.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "NO GOOD TER DE COUNTRY\\nDEY tells me I don t mount ter nuttin I\\nknows dat I gray en I ol\\nEn somehow my j ints is techous^ en shake w en\\nde win blowin col\\nIn de way! so dey say so dey tells me: dey\\nalius a-treatin me bad\\nI des ain t no good ter de country! But\\nI done give it all dat I had\\nSeven sons\\nWid guv^ mint gunSy\\nGone whar* de bugles blow;\\nEn some still fightM de battles^\\nEn some whar^ de wiV grass growl\\nDey gone ter de war gin de Spaniels what time\\ndey wuz takin -on so;\\nMy prop en my stay, dey went marchin away, en\\ntwuz me dat fust tol em ter go\\n23", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0047.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "no good ter de country\\nMy oP eyes wuz rainy dat mawnin but de heart\\nwhat wuz in me wuz glad\\nI des ain t no good ter de country, but I done give\\nit all dat I had\\nSeven sons\\nWid guv^ mint guns\\nGo7ze whar de bugles blow;\\nEn some still JightM de battles^\\nEn some whar* de wiV grass grow\\nSome day de wars ll be over, en de boys ll come\\nhome f um de fight\\nEn I reckon dey ll say w en dey marchin dis way:\\nDe ol man done lef us Good-night!\\nBut I hopes sence dey fit fer de ol flag dey ll\\nthink er me den en be glad\\nWho wuzn t no good ter de country, but give it\\ndes all dat he had\\nSeven sons\\nWidguv^ mint gunSy\\nGone whar* de bugles blow;\\nEn some still fightin^ de battles\\nEn some whar* de wiV grass grow!\\nH", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0048.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "THE OLD DEACON S VERSION\\nOF THE STORY OF THE RICH MAN AND LAZARUS\\nI\\nSTOSE yo know de story, O my brotherin\\ner de man\\nDat wuz rich ez cream, en livin on de fatness er\\nde Ian\\nHow he sot dar eatin possum, en when Laz rus\\nax fer some,\\nHe tell im: Git erway, dar! fer you ll never\\ngit a crumb\\nDe rich man wuz a-feastin f um his chiny plate\\nen cup,\\nKaze he fraid his po relations come en eat his\\nwittles up\\nI spec he had two possums on de table long en\\nwide.\\nEn a jimmyjohn er cane juice wuz a-settin by his\\nside,\\n25", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0049.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "THE OLD DEACON S VERSION\\nEn he say: Dis heah des suits me, en I gwine\\nter eat my fill\\nBut I ll sic de dogs on Laz rus, ef he waitin roun\\nheah still.\\nEn de dogs commence dey barkin raise a racket\\nhigh en low,\\nEn when Laz rus see em comin he decide twuz\\ntime ter go.\\nSo, he limp off on his crutches, en de rich man\\nthink it s fun.\\nBut I reckon Laz rus answer: I ll git even wid\\nyou, son!\\nDe rich man so enjoy hisse f he laugh hisse f ter\\nbed.\\nEn, brotherin when he wake up he wuz stiff,\\nstone dead\\nEn den he raise a racket, en he holler out: ^What\\ndis?\\nDe place is onfamiliar, en I wonder whar I is?\\n26", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0050.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "THE OLD deacon s VERSION\\nDen Satan, he mek answer: I m de man ter tell\\nyou dat:\\nYou s in de fire department er de place I livin\\nat!\\nDen de rich man say: Whar Laz rus dat wuz\\nbeggin at my gate?\\nEn Satan tell him: Yander, wid a silver spoon\\nen plate\\nEn he eatin fit ter kill hisse f He spendin er\\nde day\\nWid good ol Mister Abra m, but he mighty fur\\naway\\nWill you please, suh, say de rich man, ax\\nhim bring a drink ter me,\\nWid a li l ice ter cool it? Kaze I hot ez hot kin\\nbe!\\nBut Satan fall ter laughin whilst he stir de fire\\nroun\\nDe ice would melt, my brother, fo it ever hit\\nde groun\\n27", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0051.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "THE OLD DEACON S VERSION\\nDen he fill a cup wid brimstone fill it steamin\\nter de top\\nBut de rich man say he swear off, dat he never\\ntech a drop\\nBut Satan grab his pitchfork whilst de rich man\\ngive a squall,\\nEn in bout a half a second he had swallered cup\\nen all\\nNow, dat s erbout de story er de rich man at de\\nfeas%\\nWhat wouldn t pass de possum roun when Laz\\nruz want a piece.\\nDe possum means yo pocketbook, de moral s\\nplain ez day:\\nShake de dollars in de basket fo you go de rich\\nman s way!\\n28", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0052.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "AN UNFORTUNATE BROTHER\\nIDES so weak en sinful,\\nOr else, so oP en po\\nDat Mister Chris mus done fergit\\nDe number on my do\\nI tell im: Heah I is, suh!\\nYou been dis way befo\\nBut Mister Chris mus done fergit\\nDe number on my do\\nI see im fin de rich folks\\nDat des don t want no mo\\nBut good Lawd knows, he done fergit\\nDe number on my do\\nI wonders, en I wonders\\nDes why he slight me so!\\nI hopes de Lawd U show im\\nDe number on my do\\n39", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0053.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "ON DRESS PARADE\\nDE Lily dress up all in white,\\nDe Vi let primp in blue,\\nDe Rose put on a gown er red\\nEn say: I sweet ez you!\\nEn den dey had a picnic\\nDe weather look so fine\\nBut de blizzard blow de sleet en snow,\\nEn de sun fergit ter shine!\\nDe Lily shake en shiver\\nDe Rose say: How is you?\\nEn de Vi let he make answer:\\nI feelin powerful blue!\\nEn still de blizzard blowin\\nDes toss em lef en right,\\nEn dey went ter bed en kivered\\nWid a freezin sheet er white\\n30", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0054.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "DE BUMBSHELL\\nDE bumbshell, he go sizzin long-\\nShoo, chillun shoo!\\nEn dis yer is he only song:\\nWhar ^whar is you?\\nShoo, chillun shoo!\\nHe huntin atter you\\nWhar is you\\nEn yo fambly, too?\\nShoo, chillun shoo!\\nDe bumbshell, he go sizzin long-\\nShoo, chillun shoo!\\nEn night en day he sing dat way:\\nWhar whar is you?\\nShoo, chillun shoo!\\nHe huntin atter you\\nWhar is you\\nEn yo fambly, too?\\nShoo, chillun shoo!\\n31", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0055.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "A LESSON OF FIRE\\nEF Lijah gone ter glory in a cheery oot er fire\\nDon t you t ink dat he wuz sco chin on\\nde way?\\nDon t you t ink dat all his cloze\\nBu n clean off him, ter his toes,\\nEn he headed f er de water right away\\nOh, believers.\\nWhat you gwine ter do\\nEf fire sco ch you on de way,\\nEn w en you git dar, too\\nWen de rich man wuz a-eatin er his possum\\nen his pie\\nEn Latherus wuz hongry at de do\\nDid he t ink he gwine ter die\\nFo de sun rise in de sky.\\nEn roas up in fire down below?\\n32", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0056.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "A LESSON OF FIRE\\nOh, believers,\\nWhat you gwine ter do\\nWen de fire roas de possum\\nEn de howlin sinner, too\\n33", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0057.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "A LAZY CITIZEN\\n01 DES so lazy dat I dunno what ter do\\nI see de Sun a-ridin in a purty ben er blue,\\nEn he say: I never idle on de river bank, lak\\nyou!\\nBut I des so lazy dat I dunno what ter do\\nI des so lazy dat I dunno what ter do\\nDe yaller fly light on me, en I never tell him\\nShoo!\\nEn de bee a huntin honey in de daisies en de dew,\\nBut I des so lazy dat I dunno what ter do I\\n1 des so lazy dat I dunno what ter do\\nDe River quollin at me, en de Jaybird jawin too\\nDey low: You des so triflin dat de grass ketch\\nup wid you!\\nBut I des so lazy dat I dunno what ter do\\n34", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0058.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "HIS FIRST SCHOOL DAYS\\nHE sich a li l feller,\\nBut he min de teacher rule,\\nEn take his books en toddle\\nOn his li r feet, ter school.\\nHis mammy stan en watch im\\nSo mannish, gwine by!\\nShe hidin wid her apern\\nDe teardrap in her eye\\nDe fus time dat she ever\\nDone miss his play en song;\\nTain t no ways ter de schoolhouse,\\nEn yit de road look long!\\nHe gwine in de worl now,\\nBut what s de prize ter win\\nEf dat sweet, li P feller\\nDon t come back home ag in?\\n35", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0059.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "HIS FIRST SCHOOL DAYS\\nHe sich a liT feller,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHe larnin fine to-day!\\nBut still his mammy miss im,\\nKaze dat his mammy way\\n36", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0060.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "HE SLEEPIN* SO\\nHE never tired him dat sleep\\nWhar col de graveyaM shadders\\ncreep\\nHe never feel de winter snow,\\nOr heah de wolf howl at his do\\nHe never toss, dar, on his bed,\\nHongry fer des one crust er bread\\nHe safe f um all de storms dat blow.\\nHe sleepin so he sleepin so!\\nHe done fergit, de whole worl roun\\nHow rich man hoi de po man down.\\nHow dat he feel de lash en load\\nEn fall down, trimblin on de road!\\nHe dunno dat he got de bes\\nHe ever had, in res sweet res\\nHe safe f um all de storms dat blow.\\nHe sleepin so he sleepin so!\\n37", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0061.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "A SONG OF MISTER SATAN\\nSATAN never come\\nWid a bangin er de drum,\\nWid de blowin er de bugle-ho n\\nHe des lay low,\\nEn he creep up slow,\\nEn he leave no track\\nLak a rabbit in de snow\\nBut he got you, sho ez you bo n!\\nHe up en way\\nAt de breakin er de day,\\nFo* de lark done light in de co n;\\nEn he lif his hat\\nWhar de sinner at.\\nEn he projick roun\\nTwell he lay im flat.\\nEn he got you, sho ez you bo n!\\n38", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0062.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "A SONG OF MISTER SATAN\\nO, sinner, come long\\nTer de gospel song,\\nDon t wait fer de bugle-ho n;\\nFer Satan lay low,\\nEn he creep up slow,\\nEn he leave no track\\nLak a rabbit in de snow;\\nBut he got you, sho ez you bo n!\\n39", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0063.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "BANJO SONG\\nHOP light, ladies, ben yo head\\nPossum-pie en ginger bread\\nRabbit run f um de white man gun\\nMoccasin quoil up in de sun,\\nBlacksnake give a supper hot,\\nLizard stew in a b ilin pot;\\nKingsnake come ter de banquet hall,\\nSwaller blacksnake soup, en all!\\n40", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0064.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "PROBLEMS\\nDEY took en treed de possum\\nDes bout de break er day\\nDe tree fall on de hunter,\\nEn de possum he git way\\nDe rabbit gone ter meetin\\nDey b iled him, en dey fried;\\nDe blacksnake bite de preacher,\\nEn den de blacksnake died\\nDey sont de missionary\\nTer whar de heathen stay\\nDey chopped him inter mincemeat\\nEn eat him up dat day!\\nIt s trouble, trouble, trouble,\\nI dunno what ter say\\nFer when you runs de rabbit\\nHe goes de yuther way\\n41", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0065.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "THE PREACHER AND THE POSSUM\\nWE had a Opossum supper\\nDe preacher come ter see\\nBut dey wa n t a bit er possum\\nFer de chillun, or fer me!\\nFer de preacher ax a blessin\\nEn pass his plate en cup,\\nEn des in bout a minute\\nHe eat de possum up\\nHe say: I likes de gravy,\\nI likes de taters, too;\\nIt takes a whole, fat possum\\nTo pull de preacher th oo\\nHe ax des one mo blessin\\nDen pile his plate en cup\\nEn scoop in all de dressin\\nDes eat de possum up\\n42", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0066.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "THE PREACHER AND THE POSSUM\\nEn den he climb de pulpit,\\nEn fer de tex he reach\\nBut couldn t say a single word,\\nKaze he too full ter preach\\nAt las he up en tol em:\\nDis weather mos too coF\\nI gwine home, believers,\\nEn res my suff rin soul!\\n43", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0067.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "MISTER RABBIT S LOVE AFFAIR\\nONE day w en Mister Rabbit wuz a-settin in\\nde grass\\nHe see Miss Mary comin en he wouldn t let her\\npass,\\nKaze he know she lookin purty in de river look-\\nin glass,\\nO Mister Rabbit, in de mawnin^\\nBut de Mockin bird wuz singin in de blossom en\\nde dew,\\nEn he know bout Mister Rabbit, en he watchin\\ner im, too;\\nEn Miss Mary heah his music, en she tell im\\nHowdy-do!\\nO Mister Rabbit, in de mawnin\\n44", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0068.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "MISTER rabbit s LOVE AFFAIR\\nMister Rabbit low he beat im, en he say he ll\\nTarn ter sing,\\nEn he tried it all de winter, en he kep it up in\\nspring\\nBut he wuzn t buiF fer singin kaze he lack de\\nvoice en wing,\\nGoodby, Mister Rabbit, in de mawnin\\n45", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0069.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "D\\nONE OF THE FAITHFUL\\nEY talkin on de scripters en a-changin em\\nerbout,\\nEn takin all de sweetness er de or-time Bible out\\nDey preachin en dey teachin in de stranges sorter\\nway,\\nBut I raise up in de Bible en Iholdin dar terday!\\nI heahs em in de pulpits des a-mixin up de tex\\nA-tellin folks bout dis worP en de doin s er de\\nnex\\nDey don t believe in Jonah, en Joshua s laid away\\nBut de Bible interdooced em, en I holdin dar ter-\\nday!\\nI turns de ol -time pages, en ever whar I see\\nDe promises like rainbows in de storm dat s over\\nme;\\n46", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0070.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "ONE OF THE FAITHFUL\\nI pass th oo fiery trials en cross de rivers wide,\\nEn reach de pleasant pastur s on de shinin other\\nside.\\nIn de valley er de shadder it s sweet ez sweet kin\\nbe\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA rod en staff ter comfort en a lamp dat shines\\nf er me\\nAfr en dat s still onfailin de trues ende bes\\nA light dat s in de winder when we gwine home\\nter res\\nDat s why I holdin ter it I read its meanin plain\\nIt sen me all my sunshine en de Lawd is in de\\nrain;\\nDey s teachin en dey s preachin in ever sorter\\nway,\\nBut I raise up in de Bible en I holdin dar terday\\n47", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0071.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "w\\nGOT TER FIGHT IT OUT\\nEN de Lawd is good ter people en He\\nrain de blessin s down,\\nDat s de time dey feel dey fodder, en go struttin\\nall eroun\\nFergit ter go ter meetin whar de mo ners pray\\nen shout\\nDey gits so fat en sassy dat day got ter fight it\\nout\\nDey goes eroun a-blowin f um de springtime ter\\ndefall;\\nDey looks down on de country, en dey reaches fer\\nit all;\\nDe worP ain t what dey wants it, en de Bible is\\nin doubt,\\nDey des so fat en sassy dat dey bleege ter fight\\nit out!\\n48", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0072.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "GOT TER FIGHT IT OUT\\nDe birds don t sing ter please em de fiddle los\\nits chune\\nDey wants de seven stars, suh, en a big slice er\\nde moon\\nDey breshin gin each yuther in de country roun\\nerbout,\\nDey des so fat en sassy dat dey bleege ter fight\\nit out\\nEn de Lawd He don t say nuttin He des le m\\ngo erlong\\nTwell trouble come en ketch em, en dey fin out\\ndey wuz wrong\\nDen dey comes inter de meetin en dey wants ter\\npray en shout,\\nDey des so po en humble, dey too weak ter fight\\nit out\\n49", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0073.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "B\\nHIS FALL FROM GRACE\\n^R ER WILLIAMS wuz a-sayin% in de pub-\\nlic meetin -place,\\nHe counted it a privilege ter fall away f um grace\\nFer though de fall wuz heavy w en you lef de\\nshinin track,\\nDar wuz lots er joy, believers, in de comin com-\\nin back!\\nYou knows, he says, **de los sheep, what miss-\\nin f um de for\\nW en de night wuz dark en rainy, en de win a-\\nblowin col\\nWell, de Shepa d lef de yuthers, en he never sat-\\nisfy\\nTwell he ketch up wid de los sheep, en he Ian\\nim high en dry!\\n50", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0074.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "HIS FALL FROM GRACE\\nNow, dat wuz his contendin en he talk it right\\nerlong,\\nTwell de yuther oP backsliders raise a halleluia\\nsong!\\nBut de preacher sorter study, ez he lookin cross\\nde hall,\\nBout de many times Br er Williams had been bav-\\nin er a fall\\n*You fall, he say, on Monday des take de\\nroad wid sin\\nEn den, on Tuesday mawnin please God, you\\ndown erg in\\nNow, don t you call dat triflin Wen Wednes-\\nday roll eroun\\nDes bout de time you git up, once mo you hits\\nde groun\\nYou in de fallin business; you never gwine ter\\nrise\\nEn read yo shinin titles ter mansions in de skies!\\n51", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0075.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "HIS FALL FROM GRACE\\nFer w en yo climbs de ladder what reach de jas-\\nper wall,\\nYou ll heah ol Satan holler: I ll ketch you w en\\nyou fall!\\nBr er Williams riz in meetin en tell im: Dat ll\\ndo!\\nI lef de fallin business I gwine long wid you!\\nEn now, I gwine ter tell you, ef any grace fer me,\\nI gwine ter keep on risin so high yo des can t\\nsee!\\n52", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0076.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "WHEN BELLS RING HOME TO REST\\nSO WIN time en reap in\\nDoin er de bes\\nDar ll be time fer sleepin\\nW en de bells ring home ter res\\nSee de shadders creepin\\nOver f um de wes\\nTime 11 come fer sleepin\\nW en de bells ring home ter res\\nTroubles come contrary\\nYit, de Lawd ll bless,\\nW en you feelin weary\\nDe bells 11 ring ter res\\n53", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0077.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "A PEACE BUL FAMBLY MAN\\nOH, de sun shine hot in ever spot\\nEn de young co n wavin green;\\nEn de cotton needin choppin\\nDes de wuss you ever seen\\nEn I ain t got time fer fightin\\nKaze de grass 11 take de Ian\\nEn de plow^ en hoe is all I know\\nI a peace bul fambly man!\\nGo long wid dat musket!\\nI buil on a diff unt plan;\\nDe craps mus grow,\\nEn de whole worl know\\nI a peace bul fambly man\\nOh, de sun shine hot in ever spot\\nEn de hot san bu n yo feet\\nEn de Co n, he say: Please plow dis way,\\nKaze I pa ch up wid de heat!\\n54", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0078.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "A PEACE BUL FAMBLY MAN\\nEn I ain t got time fer fightin\\nKaze de grass 11 make a stan\\nEn de plow en hoe is all I know,-\\nI a peace bul fambly man!\\nGo long wid dat musket!\\nI bull on a diff unt plan\\nDe craps mus grow,\\nEn de whole worl know\\nI a peace bul fambly man!\\n?5", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0079.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0080.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "JUST FROM GEORGIA\\n57", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0081.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0082.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "BILL S COURTSHIP\\nBILL looked happy as could be\\nOne bright mornin an says he\\nFolks has been a-tellin me\\nMollie s set her cap my way;\\nAn I m goin thar to-day\\nWith the license; so, ol boy,\\nMight s well shake, an wish me joy!\\nNever seen a woman yit\\nThis here feller couldn t git!\\nII\\nNow, it happened, that same day,\\nI d been lookin Mollie s way;\\nJest had saddled my ol boss\\nTo go canterin across\\n59", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0083.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "BILL S COURTSHIP\\nParson Jones s pastur an\\nAx her fer her heart an han\\nSo, when Bill had had his say\\nAn done set his weddin day,\\nI lit out an rid that way.\\nIll\\nMollie met me at the door:\\nGlad to see yer face once more!\\nShe says she: Come in come in!\\nIt s the best man now will win,\\nThinks I to myself.) Then she\\nBrung a rocker out fer me\\nOn the cool piazza wide,\\nWith her own chair right longside\\nIV\\nIn about two hours I knowed\\nIn that race I had the road\\nTalked in sich a winnin way\\nGot her whar she named the day,\\n60", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0084.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "BILL S COURTSHIP\\nWith her shiny head at rest\\nOn my speckled Sunday vest\\nAn whilst in that happy state,\\nBill he rid up to the gate.\\nWell, sir-ee He sot him down-\\nCheapest lookin chap in town\\n(Knowed at once I d set my traps!)\\nTalked bout weather, an the craps.\\nAn a thousan things an then\\nJest the lonesomest o men\\nSaid he had so fur to ride.\\nReckoned it wuz time to slide!\\nVI\\nBut I hollered out: Ol boy.\\nMight s well shake, an wish me joy!\\nI hain t seen the woman yit\\nThat this feller couldn t git!\\n6i", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0085.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "THE SWEETHEART HE LOVED LONG\\nAGO\\nM\\nO L L Y is fixin to marry Jenny is livin\\naway,\\nAn the boys hain t been back at the ol home\\nin many an many a day.\\nAn somehow the spring s lost its sweetness, an\\nlonesome an long falls the snow,\\nAn nothin is left but the pictur o the sweet-\\nheart I loved long ago.\\nI never was one fer complainin ^but somethin\\nseems lost from life s skies.\\nAn alius in sunshine it s rainin it s rainin eroun\\nmy ol eyes!\\nFer herd s whar their arms was eroun me an\\nhere s whar she smiled on me so.\\nAn all that is left is the pictur o the sweet-\\nheart I loved long ago.\\n63", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0086.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "THE SWEETHEART HE LOVED LONG AGO\\nThe medder still feels the lark s shadder, an fre-\\nquent I hear the birds sing,\\nJest as ef nothin had happened to all the red\\nroses o spring!\\nJest as they sung at her weddin But how kin\\nthe singin birds know\\nThat nothin is left but the pictur o the sweet-\\nheart I loved long ago?\\nNothin Thar s Molly a-comin an bringin a\\nrose to me. Well,\\nLife s story s tol over an over, till nothin is new\\nthat we tell.\\nHer arms roun my neck, an her blue eyes in\\ntears at my takin on so;\\nKiss me, dear fer you re jest like the pictur of\\nthe sweetheart I loved long ago!\\n63", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0087.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "JIM S BEST MAN\\nr^ORE Jim got married he says says he:\\n1 I wants you to stan up, oP chap, with me\\nAs one o the groomsmen; an Sally she\\nIs one o the bridesmaids that ll be.\\nAll right, I says, an I fixed up fine\\nAn stood with Jim in the marriage line.\\nNow Sally as any one could see\\nFer bout a year had been lovin me,\\nAn I d been married fore Jim, ef they\\nHadn t been nothin in the way.\\nBut though Jim liked me, he says, says he,\\nI wam t fer Sally, ner she fer me!\\nI thought it wuz kinder mean o Jim\\nThat so much happiness come to him\\nThat the cup of his joy wuz full complete,\\nAn he grudged me all that made life sweet!\\n64", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0088.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "J1M*S BEST MAN\\nThat, havin a heart he could call his own,\\nHe could see me travelin on alone!\\nWell, the night o the marriage thar Sal stood\\nThe rosiest bit o womanhood\\nThat ever slipped out o the red retreat\\nOf a garden whar ever^ flower is sweet!\\nI looked at Sally she looked at me;\\nThinks I: 7w^ weddin s is what should h^V\\nJim wuz a-shakin like anything\\nTripped on the carpet, an drapped the ring;\\nBut finally said, fer peace er strife\\nHe d take Mirandy along through life.\\nAn Mirandy purty nigh skeered as him.\\nSaid, on them conditions she d take Jim.\\nClost to Sally I d took my stan\\nAll of a sudden I grabbed her han%\\nWhilst the people wondered at what would be,\\nSayin Sally, jest say them words to me I\\n5 65", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0089.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "JIM S BEST MAN\\nThar s the license all good an straight,\\nAll made out fer the married state!\\nJim wuz speechless twuz better so,\\nKaze he couldn t object io the thing, you know!\\nAn whilst he stood in the speechless way\\nAn hadn t a single word to say,\\nSal tol the parson to go ahead,\\nAn I answered his words fore the words wuz said\\nWhen Jim recovered got back to life\\nSally wuz jest as much my wife\\nAs Mirandy his! An he says, says he:\\nThat s a purty trick that you played on me!\\nBut take her, with all that the Lord kin sen\\n(That warn t no use, kaze I had her then!)\\n(^e", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0090.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "AT THE MEETIN\\nTHE meetin -house wuz crowded, but atter\\nlookin roun\\nI foun a seat by Mollie, an thar I settled down.\\nTwuz jest the place I wanted\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the dearest in the\\nworl\\nThe roses on her red cheeks a-kissin curl on curl\\nThe ribbons like a rainbow runnin roun her\\npurty throat\\nFer lookin at an lovin her I couldn t sing a\\nnote!\\nText wuz, Love one another it suited well\\nmy case,\\nAn brought the tell-tale blushes to Mollie s smil-\\nin face!\\n67", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0091.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "AT THE MEETIN\\nTwuz jest the finest sermon I d heard fer many a\\nday;\\nIt lit the skies with promise an smoothed the\\nrocky way\\nAn that smile o Mollie s made me jest the hap-\\npiest o men:\\nShe looked so like a angel that I got religion then\\n68", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0092.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0093.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0094.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "AN OLD-TIME SINGER\\n1 DON T want any hymnbook when the Metho-\\ndists is nigh,\\nA-linin out the ol ones that went thrillin to the\\nsky\\nIn the oV campmeetin seasons, when *twuz\\nGlory hallelu!\\nAn Brother, rise an tell us what the Lord has\\ndone fer you!\\nFer I know them songs so perfect that when I git\\nthe swing\\nO the tune they want to go to I kin shet my eyes\\nan sing!\\nOn Jordan s stormy banks, an ol Amazin\\nGrace they seem\\nSo nat ral, I m like someone that s singin in a\\ndream\\nOh, when it comes to them ol songs I alius does\\nmy part;\\nAn I ve got the oF-time Bible down, as you\\nmight say, by heart!\\n69", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0095.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "AN OLD-TIME SINGER\\nWhen the preacher says the fust word in the giv-\\nin of his text\\nI smile with satisfaction, kaze I know what s com-\\nin next!\\nThe wife says: That s amazin an the preacher\\nsays says he,\\nWith lots o meanin in his voice, an lookin\\nqueer at me\\nSence you know more o the Bible than the best\\no us kin teach,\\nDon t you think you orter practice what you re\\npayin us to preach?\\nWell, that gits me in a corner an I sorter raise\\nmy eyes\\nAn the tune about them titles to the mansions\\nin the skies\\nI want the benediction then I m ready to depart!\\nBut when it comes to singin well, I ve got the\\nhymns by heart\\n70", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0096.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "ON THE SHELF\\nHE gits roun now on jest one peg\\nTo beat the very Ian\\nThank God, he s only got one leg\\nThey won t take my ol man.\\n(He lost that leg in our last war,\\nBut I could never tell what fer!)\\nI sets an sees him hobblin roun\\nThey s sojers passin through,\\nAn Dixie s wakin up the town;\\nAn Yankee Doodle, too.\\nI hears him holler: Hip, hooray!\\n(Thank God, they can t take him away!)\\nHe seen his fightin days he went\\nWith Jackson an with Lee\\nAn now he s come to be content\\nTo set roun home with me.\\n71", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0097.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "ON THE SHELF\\nHe s lost one leg. That s gone fer shore\\n(Thank God, he ll never lose no more!)\\nBut when the ban plays Dixie My!\\nIt sets him wild ag in\\nHe cheers the boys a-trompin by,\\nAn want s to j ine in!\\nBut I\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I says: Come, that ll do!\\nThey don t want one-leg folks like you.\\nSo let em fight from left to right\\nAll over sea an Ian\\nI thank the Lord by day an night\\nThey won t take my ol man!\\nHe s lost one leg. That s gone fer shore\\n(Thank God, he ll never lose no more!)\\n72", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0098.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "THE CALL OF THE ANGELS\\nLYIN thar patient, from day to day\\nWearin his poor little life away,\\nBut never complainin an when she cried\\nHis mother, settin thar at his side,\\nLayin his han in hers so kin\\nAn tellin her: Mother, never min\\nThough he knowed well, an w^e wuz shore\\nDeath wuz waitin outside the door!\\nI d like to stay whar my own folks be,\\nBut I hear the angels callin me!\\n(Poor litter feller! so pale an slim\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhat did the angels want with him\\nII\\nLyin thar patient, from night to night.\\nAn she like a ghost in the lonesome light\\n73", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0099.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "THE CALL OF THE ANGELS\\nHis mother holdin his han as though\\nNot even f er Death would she let him go\\nAn hearin the win so soft an sweet,\\nAn sayin It s the fall o the angels feet!\\nI d like to stay whar my own folks be,\\nBut they re alius callin callin me!\\nAn still with his eyes on her face, so kin\\nAn whisperin Mother, never min\\n(Poor litter feller! so pale an slim\\nWhat did the angels want with him?)\\nIll\\nLyin thar sleepin from day to day.\\nUnder the green leaves, an under the gray\\nIt s long sence the angels took him away!\\nAn the mother kneels in the dark to pray,\\nAn she says, when the nights air long an chill.\\nShe feels his han in her own han still\\nBut she knows it wuz God s an the angels will.\\nBut as fer me, from day to day,\\nAn night to night, I hear him say\\n74", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0100.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "THE CALL OF THE ANGELS\\n(Fer all the comfort they bring to me)\\nI d like to stay whar my own folks be!\\n(Poor litter feller! so pale an slim\\nWhat did the angels want with him?)\\n75", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0101.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "A RURAL COMEDY\\nTHINGS is never goin right,\\n(Life is so contrary!)\\nThought I d go that winter night\\nAn speak the word to Mary.\\nNever seen her look so sweet,\\n(Jest like any fairy\\nKitten purrin at her feet,\\nMe, six yards from Mary!\\nTop her that twuz like to snow\\nAll the weather showed it\\nLooked as ef we d have a blow.\\nSimply said: She knoived it!\\n76", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0102.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "A RURAL COMEDY\\nTalked o this, an talked o that\\nTill my tongue got weary\\nMade remarks erbout the cat,\\nBut still kep fur from Mary\\nor clock ticked an ticked away,\\n(Wished her heart twould soften!)\\nCouldn t find the word to say,\\nThough I tried it often.\\nTime to go, an leave them charms,\\nSence I couldn t win em!\\nYawned, an sorter stretched my arms.\\nAn praise God! she fell in em!\\nDon t these women know a sight?\\nAin t they all contrary\\nDidn t say the word that night,\\nAn yit, I ll marry Mary!\\n11", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0103.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "CROST THE HILLS TO GEORGY\\n^^^i^^ROST the hills to Georgy we wuz\\nV\u00e2\u0080\u0094 fur away,\\nAn the land aroun wuz lonesome, an all the\\nskies wuz gray\\nBut alius she wuz singin beneath the hopeless\\nsky:\\nCrost the hills to Georgy we ll git thar by an\\nby!\\nCrost the hills to Georgy we d left the folks\\nso long,\\nThe tears would come a-fallin with the music o\\nthe song!\\nBut alius she wuz singin with teardraps in her\\neye:\\nCrost the hills to Georgy we ll git thar by an\\nby!\\n78", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0104.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "CROST THE HILLS TO GEORGY\\nCrost the hills to Georgy an many a heart\\nwould beat:\\nIt brought to min the valleys the medders green\\nan sweet.\\nWe heard the birds a-singin beneath the clear,\\nblue sky:\\nCrost the hills to Georgy we ll git thar by an\\nby!\\nCrost the hills to Georgy, from many a lone-\\nsome shore\\nCrost the hills to Georgy we re goin home\\nonce more\\nAn still her sweet voice singin an hearts a-beat-\\nin high:\\nCrost the hills to Georgy we ll git thar by an\\nby!\\nWe saw the wild flowers bloomin we saw the\\ndaisies foam\\nWe heard the bells a-ringin the songs o love an\\nhome.\\n79", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0105.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "^CROST THE HILLS fO GEORGV\\nBut a woman s voice still cheered us, beneath the\\nstormy sky:\\nCrost the hills to Georgy we ll git thar by an\\nby!\\nAn we reached the plains an valleys we loved in\\ndays of old,\\nAn our friends come out to meet us, an stories\\nsweet wuz told,\\nOf them that had been waitin with the teardrap\\nin the eye:\\nCrost the hills to Georgy we got thar by an\\nby!\\n80", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0106.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "THE CAPTAIN S COAT OF GRAY\\nO\\n^L Confed rit buttons, sleeves with braid o\\ngold,\\nAn here an thar a bullet mark the story of it\\ntold\\nAn they stopped before the winder an blocked\\nthe busy way\\nTo see a simple thing like that the captain s\\ncoat o gray\\nThe vet ran who h^d fought with Lee, an faced\\nthe fight that day\\nWhen the thunder rolled the loudest roun Stone-\\nwall Jackson s way,\\nWith his empty sleeve breshed back the tear the\\ntear that wouldn t stay\\nTo see that ol coat hangin thar the captain s\\ncoat o gray.\\n6 8i", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0107.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "THE captain s COAT OF GRAY\\nor times come rushin over him he heard the\\nwar drums then,\\nThe shoutin o the captains an the rallyin o the\\nmen\\nAn mebbe saw the droopin flags o er green\\ngraves fur away,\\nA surgin flood o mem ries in the captain s coat\\no gray.\\nAn a woman stopped, an bowed her head an\\nsighed an mebbe she\\nWuz thinkin o the loved ones lost beneath the\\nflag with Lee\\nThen some one whistled Dixie, an the crowd\\nbroke out Hooray\\nAn three cheers fer the captain, an the captain s\\ncoat o gray!\\nAn they give em! They went ringin from that\\nrainy street, on high;\\nPeared like they shook the winders in the ever-\\nlastin sky!\\n82", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0108.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "THE CAPTAIN S COAT OF GRAY\\nYou talk erbout war sperrit they had it thar\\nthat day,\\nCaused by that unknown captain, who wore that\\ncoat o gray!\\nThat crowd wuz patriotic! You heard the war-\\nheart beat,\\nAn the feller whistlin Dixie wuz the hero o\\nthe street!\\nAn not a man that heard him, but made the rainy\\nway\\nRing with three cheers fer Dixie an the cap-\\ntain s coat o gray!\\nor Confed rit buttons sleeves with braid o\\ngold,\\nAn here an thar a bullet mark the story of it\\ntold\\nThe story of the glory that wuz shinin thar that\\nday.\\nOver a simple thing like that the captain s coat\\no gray!\\n83", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0109.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "J\\nTHE CREMATION OF JINKS\\n(and what came of it)\\nINKS favored of cremation, an give directions\\nplain,\\nThat w^hen he left this vale o tears, to jine the\\nheavenly train,\\nWhen they heard the angels call him acrost ol\\nJordan s foam,\\nThey d burn his body to a crisp and take the ashes\\nhome.\\nHis good wife up an tol him thar warn t no wood\\nto spar\\nAn that ef he d jest wait awhile they d burn him\\nover thar\\nBut he left his plain instructions an so, the day\\nhe died\\nWe burnt his body fore he reached the blazin\\nother side.\\n84", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0110.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "THE CREMATION OF JINKS\\nAn ever day his wife would set, with teardraps\\non her lashes,\\nAn moan, an groan, an sigh, an fret beholdin\\nof his ashes,\\nTill she took another comforter as most o wid-\\nders do,\\nAn had six cooks a-makin o the weddin barbe-\\ncue.\\nAn that s whar come the trouble! The\\ncooks run short o spice\\nAn pepper, an sich seasonin that make a din-\\nner nice;\\nAn findin Jinks s ashes, hid in a corner dim.\\nThey took him fer black pepper, an spiced the\\nmeats with him\\nThe widder foun it out too late but nothin could\\nshe do\\nThe guests declar d they d never eat a finer bar-\\nbecue\\n85", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0111.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "THE CREMATION OF JINKS\\nAn the widder kep the secret, an long her sor-\\nrow nursed\\nFer that second husband s weddin feast, they sea-\\nsoned with the first\\n86", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0112.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "MY OL MAN\\nMY oP man he can t go to sea;\\nHe ain t no sailor, an he ll never be;\\nHis place is home with the boys an me,\\nFer to light the fire in the mornin\\nAn he jest can t march with that leg of his,\\nKaze it s all stove up with the rheumatiz,\\nAn his place is here, whar the homestead is,\\nFer to light the fire in the mornin\\nThey s lots sides him fer to go an fight,\\nFer he s fond o peace an his pipe at night.\\nAn he don t do well when he s out my sight,\\nSo he ll light the fire in the mornin\\n^1", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0113.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "J\\nTHE VILLAGE DOCTOR\\n[EST had one doctor in the town the country s\\njoy an pride,\\nWho tended of us up an down a-goin fur an\\nwdde\\nFrom settlement to settlement, acrost the fiel s an\\nhills;\\nA fustrate han at measles, an a graduate on chills.\\nBut it come to pass one mornin when the sun\\ncome up the skies\\nAn the sleepy worl wuz risin an a-rubbin of\\nits eyes.\\nTo the country s consternation an its terrible sur-\\nprise\\nThe doctor read his titles cl ar to mansions in the\\nskies\\nJest went the way o all flesh wuz laid upon the\\nshelf\\nHe who d saved folks from dyin whirled in an\\ndied himself!\\n88", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0114.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "THE VILLAGE DOCTOR\\nWe done our best to save him jest agonized in\\nprayer,\\nBut we couldn t git no doctor to prescribe the bill\\no fare.\\nAn so, the doctor went away to j ine th heavenly\\nthrong\\nHe couldn t take the medicine he d mixed fer us\\nso long;\\nAn then there come more measles more earth-\\nquake-rackin chills\\nThan ever had been hearn of in the valleys or the\\nhills!\\nThen we p inted a committee to search the coun-\\ntry roun\\nTill another fust-class doctor fer the settlement\\nwuz foun\\nAn they tromped from Brown to Billville a-goin\\nday an night.\\nAn pitched their tents fer business when the doc-\\ntors hove in sight.\\n89", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0115.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "THE VILLAGE DOCTOR\\nThey advertised fer doctors, an brotherin here\\nthey come,\\nLike a regiment a-risin to the wil tap o the\\ndrum\\nThar wuz fifteen hundred of em, all ready with\\ntheir bills,\\nFustrate ban s at measles, an graduates on\\nchills.\\nThe committee looked em over an questioned\\nem a bit;\\nBut most of em v^uz ol an gray, an didn t pear\\nto fit.\\nOr fill the bill we wanted they come in, score by\\nscore\\nEnough to kill a regiment, an then look roun fer\\nmore!\\nBut the sense o the committee also the chair-\\nman s view\\nWuz, what the country wanted wuz a doctor that\\nwuz new!\\n90", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0116.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0117.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0118.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "THE VILLAGE DOCTOR\\nThe ol books, said the chairman, the ol\\ntime doctors read,\\nI d like to state, air out o date, an them ain t\\nwhat we need\\nWe want a right young feller that s graduated\\nnew.\\ni\\nAs fresh as any daisy in the sunshine an the dew\\nOne with a big diploma, with a bran new seal\\no red.\\nWith all the new diseases playin leapfrog in his\\nhead!\\nSo they turned the ol -time doctors down, an got\\na young chap, well.\\nHe knowed more new diseases than the diction-\\naries tell\\nAn though we re poor an humble the country\\nroun erbout.\\nWe kin have appendicitis now an all the new\\nthings out\\n91", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0119.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "THE BILLVILLE DIVIDE\\nIT S the funniest thing, I reckon, that a feller\\never heard,\\nAn you re goin to kinder doubt it an look jubious,\\nI m af eared;\\nBut it s true as any preachin an it s jest as broad\\nas wide.\\nAn now I m going to tell you bout the Billville\\ntown divide.\\nYou see, we ve got a town here? That is, we\\nkinder had,\\nFore the lawyers hung their shingles an jes driv\\nthe people mad.\\nBut I ain t a-wranglin with em it s the story I m\\na-givin\\nFer a town kin live with lawyers, but the lawyer s^-^\\ndoes the livin^\\n92", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0120.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "THE BILLVILLE DIVIDE\\nFust off, we had a Baptis church it kinder got\\nin debt,\\nAn the sheriff s bout decided that it s six mile\\nin it yit\\nThey got to fightin bout the lot each feller had\\nhis views;\\nThen the lawyers got the pulpit, then the shingles,\\nan the pews.\\nAn next we built a schoolhouse, an had to run\\na bill\\nThen the board o eddication, they got mad enough\\nto kill.\\nAn went to law erbout it can t tell the why er\\nhow^\\nBut the lawyers got the schoolhouse, an they re\\nrunning of it now I\\nAn next, here come the town hall that s it jest\\ncrost the way\\nThe council had to make a bond, an then they\\ncouldn t pay;\\n93", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0121.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "THE BILLVILLE DIVIDE\\nAn SO, they went to lawin fer the cash they\\ncouldn t raise,\\nAn the lawyers got the town hall, and the may-\\nor s turned out to graze!\\nAn next here come the grocery store the only\\none in town;\\nThe grocery man wuz honest, an he marked his\\nprices down\\nAn smashed long fore he knowed it, fer his bills\\nwuz fallin due,\\nAn the lawyers well, they re kinder in the gro-\\ncery business, too\\nAn next we got a railroad, with a sign that made\\na show:\\nTwuz Look out fer the engine when you hear\\nthe whistle blow!\\nWe wuz proud o it as preachin put a flag up at\\nthe tanks,\\nFer our train wuz second cousin to the flyin\\n*Nancy Hanks.\\n94", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0122.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "THE BILLVILLE DIVIDE\\nBut stockholders got to grumblin an one drizzly,\\nmizzly night\\nThe engine struck a feller an jest knocked him\\nout o sight.\\nAn then here come a lawsuit; the stock it took\\na fall,\\nAn the lawyers, bein receivers^ received the road\\nan all!\\nNow, you see, they got the meetin -house, the\\nschoolhouse, too, an then\\nThe town hall went a squealin like a shoat into\\ntheir pen\\nAn then, the village grocery store, an last o all,\\nthe road\\nAn the brass ban s blowin fer em, jest the best\\nit ever blowed\\nSo now, when they d jest gobbled all, did they git\\nin a fight,\\nAn go to law, an fuss an jaw, an cuss from left\\nto right?\\n95", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0123.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "THE BILLVILLE DIVIDE\\nNot much! Why, brotherin lawyers is the lov-\\nin est o folks\\nThey re full o life an laughter; make you split\\nyer sides with jokes.\\nNo the lawyers give a dinner^ an they jest in-\\nvited down\\nWhat little o the town wuz left to represent the\\ntown;\\nAn when they d all got seated, a feller on one side\\nRiz up an said: We re here tonight to have the\\ngreat divide.\\nThen they shared the shinin proceeds o the\\nmeetin -house, the hall.\\nThe grocery store, the school-house, an the rail-\\nroad tanks an all\\nAn when they d done the sharin an twuz gittin\\ntime to go,\\nThey sung Old Hundred, an praised God from\\nwhom all blessin s flow!\\n96", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0124.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "THE BILLVILLE DIVIDE\\nNow, this here is the story, an the moral I m\\na-givin\\nIs, a town kin live with lawyers, but\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the lawyers\\ndoes the livin\\nWe use to have a town here that was jest the coun-\\ntry s pride.\\nBut now, it s known to people as The Billville\\nBig Divide\\n97", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0125.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "A SPRING DAY IN WINTER\\nWARN T a cloud in all the skies\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nNot any wintry warnin\\nSun riz up an rubbed his eyes\\nAn peared to say Good-mornin\\nJest bring yer roses to my sight\\nAn I ll jest kiss em red an white\\nThe river went a-crawlin long,\\nSo drowsy an so lazy\\nA mockin bird broke out in song,\\nA dewdrap foun a daisy.\\nAn nigh the water lilies swishin\\nA feller sorter dreamed o fishin\\nPeared like the worl wuz drowned in light,\\nAn in the blue above you\\nYou saw yer sweetheart s eyes so bright,\\nAn heard her say, I love you!\\nTwuz spring in winter flower an song.\\nSunshine an love the whole day long!\\n98", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0126.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "THE BILLVILLE SPIRIT MEETING\\nw\\n^E had a sperrit meetin (we ll never have\\nno more!)\\nTo call up all the sperrits of them that s gone\\nbefore.\\nA feller called a medium (he w^uz of medium\\nsize),\\nTook the contract fer the fetchin o them sperrits\\nfrom the skies.\\nThe mayor the town council the parson an his\\nwife,\\nCome to shake han s with them sperrits what had\\nleft the other life\\nThe Colonel an the Major the coroner, an all\\nWuz waitin an debatin in the darkness o the\\nhall.\\n99\\nC1/4", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0127.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "THE BILLVILLE SPIRIT MEETING\\nThe medium roared, Silence! Amanda Jones\\nappears\\nIs her husband present? No, sir he s been\\nrestin twenty years\\nHere s the ghost of Sally Spilkins, from the Ian\\nwhar glories glow:\\nWould her husband like to see her? (An a\\nfeeble voice said, iV^/\\nHere s the wife of Colonel Buster; she wears a\\nheavenly smile\\nShe wants to see the Colonel, an she s comin\\ndown the aisle!\\nThen all wuz wild confusion it warn t a bit o\\nfun\\nWith Lord, have mercy on me, the Colonel\\nbroke an run!\\nThen the coroner got skeery an scampered fer\\nhis life\\nStop stop him! said the medium; here\\ncomes his second wife!\\nlOO", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0128.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "%3\\nn", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0129.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0130.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "THE BILLVILLE SPIRIT MEETING\\nBut thar warn t a man could stop him in that\\nwhole blame settlement,\\nHe turned a double summersault an out the\\nwinder went!\\nThen, the whole town council follered an hollered\\nall the way\\nThe parson said he had a call bout ten miles off,\\nto pray!\\nHe didn t preach nex Sunday, an they tell it\\nroun a bit,\\nAccordin to the best reports the parson s runnin\\nyit!\\nlOI", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0131.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "I\\nTHE BOYS ARE THERE\\nKEEP a-readin the papers, for the mother she\\nsays, says she:\\nI reckon they ll have some news to-day of the\\nfightin over the sea.\\nI wish that the war was ended! That is her\\ndaily prayer.\\n(She made a flag for the regiment, and she knows\\nthat the boys are there!)\\nI mind me how that mornin when we heard the\\nbugles blow\\nAn the bright brigades were formin she told the\\nboys to go\\nHow they left their farewell kisses on her lips an\\nsilver hair.\\nAn marched away for the flag that day.\\nShe knows that the boys are there I\\nI02", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0132.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "THE BOYS ARE THERE\\nFor many a message has come to her crost the\\nocean s foamy track:\\nThe flag still waves o er the regiment we re\\nbeatin the rebels back!\\nAn Love an life to you, mother, neath the\\nhome skies sweet an fair.\\nOh, her heart s at sea with her country, for she\\nknows that the boys are there.\\nBut when, in the evenin shadows, the wail o the\\nwind she hears.\\nShe looks afar where the broad seas are, through\\na silent rain of tears\\nAn I say I say: They ll be home some day;\\nthere ll be a step on the stair.\\nAn brave, strong arms around you of the boys\\nwho are fightin there!\\nAn that is her sweetest comfort, an her tears\\nthey cease to flow;\\nOh, I mind me oh, I mind me how I told the\\nboys to go\\n103", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0133.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "THE BOYS ARE THERE\\nYes, an you made a flag for them! the flag of\\nyour country fair\\nWith her head on my breast she whispers: I m\\nglad ihdit the boys are there!\\n104", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0134.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "WITH JOHNSON S BAND\\n1 1[ 7 HEN Johnson s band wuz playing, how\\nY V music thrilled the land\\nThe Chattahoochee stayed its tide that day for\\nJohnson s Band!\\nThe birds in greening branches were mute on\\nevery hand,\\nThey heard a wilder music that day, from John-\\nson s Band!\\nWay Down in Old Kentucky such tunes as\\nmake you sigh\\nAnd gentle Annie Laurie, and Comin Thro\\nthe Rye;\\nAnd Dixie Yankee Doodle a fellow\\ncouldn t stand\\nAnd keep his feet from shuffling that day, with\\nJohnson s Band!\\n105", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0135.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "WITH JOHNSON S BAND\\nThe Major and the Colonel they threw their\\ncoats aside\\nThe old town Marshal shouted: Here! make\\nthe circle wide!\\nThe Major took the center the Marshal gave\\ncommand\\nThey danced a Georgia break-down that day to\\nJohnson s Band!\\nThen in came Deacon Jenkins, as lively as could\\nbe;\\nHe shouted to the Colonel: Make room make\\nroom for me!\\nThen, Brother Williams joined em twas fun on\\nevery hand.\\nTo see those old chaps dancing that day, to John-\\nson s Band!\\nThey danced all round the circle twuz Glory\\nin yer soul!\\nAnd Keep the fiddles going, and let the music\\nroll!\\nio6", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0136.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "WITH JOHNSON S BAND\\nThis ain t no time for sighin in this delighted\\nland!\\nHooray! the people shouted Hooray for\\nJohnson s Band!\\nThere never wuz such music, or such a merry day\\nThe Major and the Colonel danced every hour\\naway\\nAnd when the dance wuz over, you heard on\\nevery hand\\nThree cheers for Mr. Johnson, and Mr. John-\\nson s Band!\\n107", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0137.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "COMRADES\\nWAR ain t over not a bit\\nEvery night at comes\\nBill and me {been thar you see!)\\nJes muster all the drums\\nAn while the sparks air flyin\\nAn the fire it cracks away;\\nWe fight an fight from left to right\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe Blue ag in the Gray.\\nWar ain t over bet yer life\\nBill wuz Union so,\\nLights his pipe, an then he s ripe\\nFer argyment, you know.\\nSwears he whipped us, fust an last,\\nAn might be at it still;\\nWhen ol Bull Run jines in the fun,\\nAn I git one on Bill\\nio8", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0138.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0139.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0140.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "COMRADES\\nWe talk an talk, an have oar say\\nGo over all the groun\\nAn Bill, he makes the w^ar his way,\\nAn then jes lays it down!\\nBut I keep close up on his trail,\\nAn keep on firin till\\nHe says, says he: Can t git roun meT\\nThen I git one on Bill\\nBut all so friendly! What s the use\\nIn bein otherwise?\\nSence we ve done turned the blame thing\\nloose.\\nThe Lord s sent brighter skies!\\nAn Bill an me (been thar you see!)\\nJes argy kaze we will\\nAn Bill gits one on me all fun\\nAn I git one on Bill\\n109", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0141.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "WHEN SALLY PLAYED THE BANJO\\nWHEN Sally played the banjo an I danced\\ndanced away,\\nThar wuz not a happier feller in the settlement\\nthat day!\\nHer cheeks, I know, wuz redder than the roses o\\nthe spring.\\nAn I danced the double-sluiflfle, an I cut the\\n*pigeon-wing\\nWhen Sally played the banjo, I kivered all the\\ngroun\\nShe covild hardly play fer laughin at the way I\\nhopped eroun\\nI never did git tired, ner ever stopped fer breath,\\nTill I heard the shingles shakin an danced the\\nfloor to death\\nno", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0142.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "WHEN SALLY PLAYED THE BANJO\\nWhen Sally played the banjo that time I can t\\nfergit,\\nFer me an her is married, an she s playin of it\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2yit!\\nNo matter how I m feelin now, I don t stan any\\nchance,\\nFer when Sally plays the banjo, please God, I ve\\ngot to dance\\nIll", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0143.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "r\\nCHRISTMAS TIMES IN BILL\\n^HAR ain t no times like ol times, boys, no\\nmatter what they say\\nNo times that s ever goin to come like them that s\\ngone away;\\nAn so, that takes me back ag in to valley, plain\\nan hill.\\nAn all the frosty fields we knowed, an Christmas\\ntimes in Bill\\nThar warn t a single county an thar wuz lots,\\nyou know\\nCould show up finer taters, or a fuller cotton row\\nAn as fer juicy Mountain Dew it flowed from\\never still,\\nAn thar warn t no purtier women than the gals\\nwe sparked in Bill!\\n113", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0144.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "CHRISTMAS TIMES IN BILL\\nThar ain t no times like ol times, boys! I min\\none Christmas night,\\nWhen the court-house floor wuz sanded, an the\\nfiddles goin right,\\nHow we whirled our rosy pardners in the liveliest\\nkind o way,\\nAn kissed em in the corners, an danced into the\\nday!\\nAn how thar come six weddin s from that Christ-\\nmas dance, an how\\n(I tell you, I kin feel it whar my heart s a-beatin\\nnow)\\nI didn t mind the slippery snow that laid as white\\nas foam.\\nWith my arms eroun the widder on the high road,\\ngoin home!\\nAn how she said she never never never could\\nfergit\\nThe husban what had gone before wuz moum-\\nin fer him yit!\\n8 113", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0145.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "CHRISTMAS TIMES IN BILL\\nBut when I toP her that I d keep that grave o his\\nright green,\\nShe leaned ag in my buzzom havin nowhar s\\nelse to lean.\\nThar ain t no times like ol times, boys, no matter\\nwhat they say!\\nThar ain t no Christmas times like them we\\nknowed so fur away\\nBut Christmas takes me back ag in to valley, plain\\nan hill-\\nTo the dancin an the widder that Christmas night\\nin Bill!\\n114", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0146.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "ONE OF THE UNRECONSTRUCTED\\nTHIS talk about progress jest floors me!\\nthey re puttin up buildin s so high\\nThat they shet out the green o the medders an\\nall the blue patches o sky!\\nYou can t build a house in the country, whar the\\ndaisies air dressed up in white,\\nAn the sunflowers foller the sunset, an pear to\\nbe sayin Good-night,\\nBut here comes a railroad a-roarin an the\\nscreech of a whistle! Oh, my!\\nI d ruther the woods an the roses, an the birds,\\nan blue patches o sky!\\nThis talk about progress is tryin to a feller\\nthat likes to be still\\nWhar the mountains jest keep on a-sayin We ll\\ngit up to heaven we will!", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0147.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "One of THS UNRECONS fRUCl EB\\nWhar the rivers don t know any bridges, an thar s\\nnever a rail on a clod,\\nAn the birds, with gray breasts in the blossoms,\\nair singin the praises o God!\\nThis talk about progress Good people, it may\\nbe we re goin too fast!\\nThe buildin s air fine but, I tell you ain t one\\nthing on earth that ll last\\nCept love! an the jingle o money is crowdin\\nlove out o this life\\nNo time fer the arms o the children no time fer\\nthe kiss o the wife\\nBut it s all right, I reckon We re movin as folks\\nsay, from darkness to day,\\nAn when the big cities come smokin the woods\\nmust git out o the way!\\nBut fer all the railroads a-roarin the trains that\\nrun over each clod\\nI d ruther the sweet rivers singin an the moun-\\ntains that climb close to God!\\nii6", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0148.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "THE SNOW PROPHET\\nALLUS wuz predictin snow\\nTo the people, high an low;\\nWhen the sun wuz shinin bright\\nLook out, folks, fer snow to-night!\\nSee it comin got my fears-\\nBiggest snow we ve had in years!\\nBut the night would come an go\\nNot a single flake o snow!\\nAn next mornin in the skies\\nSame ol cloudless sun would rise\\nWin he d say, warn t blowin right;\\nBut I tell you, snow s in sight V^\\nWell, he went on thataway\\nProphesyin night an day\\nAlius missin tell at last,\\nSaid the time fer snow wuz past.\\n117", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0149.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "THE SNOW PROPHET\\nThen it rained, an hailed, an snowed-\\nBiggest that we ever knowed\\nProjickin next day erbout,\\nSeen his ol boots stickin out\\nOf a snowbank, deep an wide\\nAn ten minutes fore he died.\\nHollered out, a layin low\\n^DidnH I tell you we d have snowP\\nii8", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0150.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "WHEN YOU AND ME WUZ BOYS\\nTHINGS they wuzn t better\\nWhen you an me wuz boys\\nWorld to-day is brighter\\nBrimmin full o joys\\nNever beam the engines\\nMakin of a noise\\nNever had no telephones\\nWhen you an me wuz boys.\\nNever seen a street car\\nCuttin up a shine,\\nHarnessed to a broomstick\\nAn skeetin on a line\\nTime when we wuz little\\nAn anybody died\\nFeller never knowed it\\nTill they reached the other side\\n119", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0151.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "WHEN YOU AND ME WUZ BOYS\\nNow you send a telegram\\nOver sea an groun\\nFeller gits an answer\\nFore he turns aroun*.\\nAin t the world a-movinM\\nNever seen the like\\nTook an I arned the lightnin*\\nJest the place to strike\\nGlad I lived to see it\\nNever want to die\\nDoubtful ef the angels\\nKin beat it in the sky.\\nBut when my day is over,\\nBet I ll go a hummin\\nTelephone to glory\\nAn tell em I m a-comin\\nIZO", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0152.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "HE WHISTLED\\nWHEN craps wuz burnt to flinders,\\nAn not a rain in sight,\\nHe opened all the winders\\nAn whistled in the light\\nJest whistled\\nAn whistled,\\nLike that ud make things bright.\\nWhen mortgages wuz growin\\nLike weeds by day an night,\\nHe kep right on a-hoein\\nAn whistled in the light\\nJest whistled\\nAn whistled.\\nLike that ud make things bright.\\nJ2I", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0153.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "HE WHISTLED\\nIn sowin time or reap in\\nIn wrong as well as right,\\nWhen shadders come a-creepin\\nHe whistled fer the light\\nJest whistled\\nAn whistled,\\nLike that ud make things bright.\\nSomehow he d hear bells ringin\\nFer all the night an day,\\nAn still the birds kep singin\\nWhen blue skies turned to gray.\\nHe whistled.\\nJest whistled.\\nThe rocky world awayo\\n122", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0154.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "WINTER\\nWINTER, with its snow an sleet,\\nMakes the hearthside warm an sweet,\\n(Fact is, winter s hard to beat\\nThank the Lord fer winter!)\\nWagon s rumblin on the road,\\nHorses neighin with the load,\\n(Finest time I ever knowed\\nThank the Lord fer winter!)\\nSweethearts at the dance you ll meet,\\nAn the old-time tale repeat,\\n(Never saw her look so sweet\\nThank the Lord fer winter\\nBrethren, country beats the town\\nWhen the winter nights come roun%\\n(Hi there take the fiddle down I\\nThank the Lord fer winter!)\\n123", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0155.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "MOLLY AN ME AN THE SNOW\\nNEVER LL fergit it as long as I live\\nDon t keer what blessin s I know\\nThe hills standin white\\nSkeery ghosts o the night\\nAn Molly an me an the snow!\\nNever liked wintersome weather till then\\nWin cuttin keen high an low\\nCuttin an cryin\\nBut bosses a-flyin\\nAn Molly an me an the snow\\nTook the ol carriage right off of her wheels-\\nFixed her with runners, you know;\\nThen lifted Moll in it\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWuz off in a minute\\nAn twuz Molly an me an the snow!\\nJ 24", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0156.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "MOLLY AN ME AN THE SNOW\\nHad to set close to her; had to slip roun\\nMy arm fer pertection ^jest so\\n(Fu st time I had tried it,\\nWith Molly inside it\\nO twuz Molly an me an the snow\\nAn course, with the roads all snowed over, you\\nsee.\\nWe didn t know jest whar to go;\\nSo we called on the Squire,\\nTo warm at his fire\\nMolly an me an the snow\\nAn he axed ef she d have me; an Molly\u00c2\u00ab\u00e2\u0080\u0094 oh,\\nwell.\\nSpoke so amazin ly low!\\nBut the question wuz carried\\nIn short we wuz married\\nMolly an me an the snow!\\n5", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0157.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "HIS SWEETHEART\\nTHE Jones boy gives her roses, an takes her\\nout to walk,\\nAn then she tells me, when he s gone, jest all\\nthe Jones boy s talk!\\nHow he says his pop s got money in a great big\\nbank of his\\nBut I don t keer who she goes with she s my\\nsweetheart, she is!\\nThe Brown boy he comes hangin roun an\\ntakes her to a play.\\nAn tells her, Does she love him? ever minute\\nof the way!\\nBut she wears the flowers I give her, an never\\nthinks of his:\\nI don t care who she goes with she s my sweet-\\nheart, she is!\\n126", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0158.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0159.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0160.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "HIS SWEETHEART\\nThen the other boys, they wants to call, an sit\\nup with her some;\\nBut she says, she s got engagements, an sen s\\nword to me to come!\\nAn I whistle at the Jones boy, an that great big\\nbank of his,\\nI don t keer fer no money fer she s my sweet-\\nheart, she is!\\nShe s my sweetheart! No matter if the Jones boy\\nowns the earth\\nShe knows that I m a-lovin her a million dollars\\nworth\\nShe don t keer fer no roses no house, or bank\\nof his\\nShe s my sweetheart till death do part she s my\\nsweetheart, she is!\\n127", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0161.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "T\\nTHE OLD HYMNS\\nHAR S lots o music in em the hymns o\\nlong ago,\\nAn when some gray-haired brother sings the ones\\nI use to know\\nI sorter want to take a han I think o days gone\\nby:\\n*On Jordan s stormy banks I stan and cast a\\nwishful eye!\\nThar s lots o music in em those dear, sweet\\nhymns o ol\\nWith visions bright o lan s o light, an shinin\\nstreets o gol\\nAn I hear em ringin singin whar Mem ry,\\ndreamin stan s,\\nFrom Greenland s icy mountains to India s coral\\nstran s.\\nThey seem to sing ferever of holier, sweeter days,\\nWhen the lilies o the love o God bloomed white\\nin all the ways\\n128", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0162.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "YHS OLD HYMNS\\nAn I want to hear their music from the ol -time\\nmeetin s rise\\nTill I can read my title cl ar to mansions in the\\nskies.\\nWe never needed singin books in them ol days\\nwe knew\\nThe words the tunes of every one the dear ol\\nhymn-book through\\nWe didn t have no trumpets then no organs built\\nf er show\\nWe only sang to praise the Lord from whom all\\nblessin s flow.\\nAn so, I love the ol hymns, an when my time\\nshall come\\nBefore the light has left me, and my singin lips\\nair dumb,\\nEf I kin only hear em then, I ll pass without a\\nsigh\\nTo Canaan s fair an happy Ian whar my pos-\\nsessions lie!\\n9 129", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0163.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "BEST O FELLERS\\nBEST o fellers fur an wide,\\nNever knowed it till he died.\\nSaid all roun the neighborhood\\nHe was nachully no good,\\nTill one day he closed his eyes\\nTo the worP an to the skies.\\nLast words that we heard him say:\\nI wuz alius in the way:\\nJest ain t wuth a tear or sigh:\\nTell em all good-by good-by!\\nBest o fellers, fur an wide,\\nNever knov^ied it till he died.\\nTill poor souls aroun him pressed\\nAn laid roses on his breast;\\nTill we heard beside him moan\\nFolks he d helped all unbeknown;\\n130", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0164.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "BEST O FELLERS\\nLittle childern roun the place\\nCryin kissin his white face!\\nBest o fellers, fur an wide.\\nNever knowed it till he died.\\nBest o fellers! That s the way\\nWe re a-doin day by day,\\nFindin thorns in gardens sweet\\nWhen the flowers air at our feet\\nAlius stumblin in the night\\nWhen the mornin s jest in sight!\\nHoldin of our love until\\nHearts it might have helped air stilL\\nBest o fellers, fur an wide.\\nNever knowed it till he died.\\n\u00c2\u00ab3i", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0165.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "D\\nTHE PICTURE BIBLE\\n^ON T want no pictur Bible; I ve kinder got\\na doubt\\nThat them thar pictur s sorter crowds the ol time\\ngospel out.\\nIt don t encourage my beliefs terfix it up like that,\\nWith yaller arks a-restin on the top o Ararat.\\nAn Moses in a gown o red a reg lar fancy\\nrobe\\nAn ever thing a-lookin blue in twenty mile o Job\\nAn Petre on a sea o green longside a speckled\\nboat,\\nAn nuthin left o Joseph but the colors in his\\ncoat!\\nThey can t improve that Bible I don t keer how\\nthey try,\\nAn I doubt ef these new fixin s air approved of\\nin the sky\\n132", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0166.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "THE PiCTlJRE BIBLE\\nAn* though they re mighty purty, an sorter make\\na show,\\nEf the Lord had wanted pictures He d made em\\nlong ago\\nSo, in spite o all the talkin I ve sorter got a doubt\\nThat pictur s crowds the sweetness o the ol time\\ngospel out\\nThey don t encourage my beliefs wharever they\\nmay be\\nThe plain ol fam ly Bible is good enough fer me!\\n133", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0167.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "JEST TO BE HAPPY\\nTEST to be happy! You d hear him say\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nvJ Alius a-talkin it thataway:\\nJest to be happy one day one day!\\nAn the poor, sad feller, he never knowed\\nWhen happiness met him on the road\\nAn tried to help him, an lift the load!\\nAlius a-talkin it thataway:\\nJest to be happy one day one day!\\nJest to be happy! Twas still his song;\\nAn happiness knowin the tune wuz wrong,\\nLoafin eroun him all day long!\\nJest to be happy! he d still repeat,\\nWith happiness makin the whole worl sweet\\nThere, in the violets at his feet!\\nAlius a-talkin it thataway:\\nJest to be happy one day one day I\\n134", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0168.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "IN THE UNION\\n(The Southern Veteran Speaks.)\\nI VE faced the fight with Jackson, I ve marched\\nalong with Lee\\nI had some words with Sherman as he galloped to\\nthe sea;\\nExchanged brisk compliments with Grant when\\nvictory seemed in view,\\nMy old steel bayonet glittering at many a breast\\nin blue.\\nI say, I ve been with Jackson, and Lee he knew\\nmy name\\nAnd sometimes, when the fight was on, he called\\nme by the same.\\nI followed fierce and fearless where Longstreet led\\nthe way\\nTo fields whose bloody daisies were blent with blue\\nand gray.", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0169.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "IN THE UNION\\nBut now I m in the Union I see there overhead,\\nThe flag our fathers fought for her rippling rills\\nof red\\nAll glorious and victorious the splendor of her\\nstars\\nAnd I say: The blood of heroes dyed all her\\ncrimson bars.\\nI m for that flag forever gainst foes on sea and\\nshore.\\nWho shames her? Who defames her? Give me\\nmy gun once more\\nWe ll answer when they need us when the war-\\nfires light the night;\\nThere s a Lee still left to lead us to the glory of\\nthe fight!\\nSee how the old flag ripples, and flaunts her folds\\nin scorn.\\nHer stars and bars will be the joy of nations yet\\nunborn\\n136", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0170.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "IN THE UNION\\nAnd though she waves o er new-made graves,\\nneath alien sod and dew,\\nThere, in the starry silences, the gray sleep with\\nthe blue.\\nWe re one in heart forever-^we re one in heart\\nand hand\\nThe flag s a challenge to the sea, a garland to the\\nland.\\nWe re united one great country: Freedom s the\\nwatchword still;\\nThere s a Lee that s left to lead us-\u00c2\u00bb\u00e2\u0080\u0094 let the storm\\nbreak where it will\\n137", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0171.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0172.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "SONGS OF GOOD CHEER\\n139", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0173.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0174.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "T\\nTHE GREEN WORLD\\nHE green world the green world! there s\\nnever any snow!\\nThe roses never wither the summers never go\\nThe birds are ever singing the skies are ever\\nblue,\\nAnd the winds that bend the branches blow blos-\\nsoms over you\\nThe green world the green world! its loveli-\\nness and light\\nThe sun that makes its morning the stars that\\ngild its night!\\nThere is no gloom no darkness no sorrows and\\nno sighs,\\nFor the light of love is shining in the rain around\\nthe eyes.\\n141", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0175.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "THE GREEN WORLD\\nThe green world the green world! how dear\\nits every clod!\\nIts lilies are like altars where the wild winds wor-\\nship God!\\nIts roses hide the thorn-spears its storms with\\nrainbows fall\\nThere is light and love unending and love is over\\nall!\\n142", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0176.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "LO^G ABOUT THE CHRISTMAS TIME\\nDOES me good, when work is done,\\nAn I face the settin sun,\\nMakin of my homeward way\\nIn the winter twilight gray,\\nJest to think that where the light\\nOf my fireplace cheers the night.\\nLittle children watch an wait\\nFer the latch-clink o the gate\\nSpecially when sweet bells chime,\\nLong about the Christmas time\\nThey re so good fore Christmas comes\\n(Thinkin o them horns an drums)\\nFeared the angels ef they see\\nCoax em all away from me\\nAlmost gits me feelin sad:\\nRuther have em spiced with bad\\nH3", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0177.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "*LONG ABOUT THE CHRISTMAS TIME\\nTumblin rumblin down the stairs,\\nGoin to bed without their prayers!\\nBut they re cunnin heard the chime\\nOf the bells o Christmas time\\nGood Lord bless em! They re to me\\nBranches on life s Christmas tree;\\nWouldn t be the world it is,\\nEf one branch I come to miss!\\nThey re the sunbeams on life s snow\\nThey re the heart-lights here below!\\nWhat would this world ever be\\nEf their arms wuz loosed from me\\nSpecially when sweet bells chime\\nLong about the Christmas time?\\n144", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0178.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "A HOPEFUL BROTHER\\nEF you ask him, day or night,\\nWhen the worl warn t runnin right,\\nAnything that s good in sight?\\nThis is alius what he d say,\\nIn his uncomplainin way\\nWell, I m hopin\\nWhen the winter days wuz nigh,\\nAn the clouds froze in the sky,\\nNever sot him down to sigh.\\nBut, still singin on his way,\\nHe d stop long enough to say\\nWell, I m hopin\\nDyin asked of him that night\\n(Sperrit waitin fer its flight),\\nBrother, air yer prospec s bright?\\nAn last words they heard him say.\\nIn the ol sweet, cheerful way\\nWell, I m hopin\\nH5", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0179.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "WHAT THE FIRE SAID\\nTHIS is what the Fire said\\nTo the little boys in the trundle bed,\\nWhile the blaze was burning red and blue\\nAnd the wind sang over the chimney flue:\\n^Bad little boys,\\nThey get no toys\\nThey will never taste o the Christmas joys\\nThey will never know\\nWhere the reindeer go\\nWith Santa Claus, o er the Christmas snow;\\nO er the housetops high\\nHe will pass them by:\\nOver empty stockings they ll weep and sigh,-\\nHe will pass them by.\\nHe will pass them by!\\n146", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0180.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "WHAT THE FIRE SAID\\nII\\nAnd the little boys in the trundle bed\\nTurned to the Fire, and weeping, said:\\n*When your red flames glow\\nThey chatter so.\\nIf it wasn t for you he would never know!\\nIf it wasn t for you\\nWe d have toys, too\\nTalking, talking the long night through,\\nWhile the shadows flicker and dance about:\\nO for a rain to put you out!\\nIll\\nBut the Fire said: The skies are bright;\\nThere will be no rain from the clouds to-night\\nMy flame is fierce I am strong to fight\\nAnd when he comes\\nWith his horns and drums.\\nAnd a sleigh half-full of sugarplums,\\n147", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0181.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "WHAT THE FIRE SAID\\nI ll blister his feet\\nWith my burning heat,\\nAnd drive him back to the snow and sleet!\\nI will make him fly\\nO er the housetops high,\\nOver empty stockings you ll weep and sigh;\\nHe will pass you by.\\nHe will pass you by!\\nIV\\nThat is what the Fire said\\nTo the little boys in the trundle bed\\nAnd then they covered each curly head\\nAnd cried themselves to sleep.\\nBut when all save the noisy Fire was still\\n(Ever singing its angry will!)\\nAnd on the housetop and on the hill\\nThe snow lay white and deep.\\nThere came the sound of a tinkling sleigh,\\nAnd a fairy trumpet blew far away\\nAnd Santa Claus, in his coat of gray,\\n148", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0182.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "WHAT THE FIRE SAID\\nCame on with a merry shout\\nAnd over the chimney shaking the snow\\nTo the place where he knew the flames must\\nglow,\\nThe flakes fell fast on the hearth below\\nAnd put the Fire out\\nThen, down the darkened chimney he sped,\\nAnd standing close by the trundle bed.\\nAnd seeing the sorrowful little boys.\\nHe filled their stockings and hats with toys\\n149", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0183.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "IT S MORNING\\nNEVER star was in the sky\\nWinter winds went wailing by\\nNot a violet was in bloom\\nNot a rainbow rimmed the gloom;\\nBut the light s on cot and clod\\nEarth is singing, and, thank God,\\nIt s Morning!\\nMorning on the holy hills\\nMeadows that enfold the rills;\\nMorning in the heavens of blue\\nMorning in the eyes of you!\\nIn the dear and dreaming eyes\\nWhere the kind God made my skies\\nIt s Morning!", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0184.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "it s morning\\nFrom a sorrow wild and deep\\nWeariness had led to sleep;\\nSweetest sleep, because I knew\\nIt would bring me dreams of you!\\nDid I dream the dark was here?\\nIt was only dreaming, dear\\nIt s Morning!\\nO the glory of the hills\\nViolet-valleys singing rills\\nMeadows musical and sweet,\\nWhere I hear the world s heart beat!\\nPast the storm, and past the strife:\\nLove hath led us back to life:\\nIt s Morning!\\n5", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0185.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "1\\nTHE LAD WITH THE LITTLE TIN\\nHORN\\nFOR all o the world and its troubles,\\nHe s happy, as sure as you re born;\\nHe s up and away\\nAt the break o the day\\nThe lad with the little tin horn.\\nHe recklessly rouses us all from our rest.\\nBut he s still the dear fellow we re loving the best\\nHe roams neath the red o the hollies\\nWhere wreaths the gay windows adorn\\nHe summons us all with a clarion call\\nThe lad with the little tin horn.\\nAnd for all of his music he s kissed and caressed,\\nFor he s the dear fellow we re loving the best!\\n152", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0186.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "THE LAD WITH THE LITTLE TIN HORN\\nAh, sad were the time o the Christmas\\nIts bright halls forever forlorn,\\nWere it not for the joy\\nOf a dear little boy\\nA boy with a little tin horn\\nIn his mirth and his music the whole world is blest,\\nFor he s the dear fellow we re loving the best!\\n^53", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0187.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "A SONG OF TRUST\\n1KN0W not whether the seed shall be\\nHarvest of tares or wheat to me\\nHarvest of tares\\nIn bitter years\\nOver the sowing I may not see.\\nBut duty is done. With a hopeful song\\nI follow the furrow the field along.\\nIf tares stay the wheat,\\nYet the sowing was sweet,\\nWhy should I sigh for the reaping song?\\nToiled not my neighbor in field and plain.\\nMissing the sunlight reft of the rain?\\nSowing the seeds\\nOf beautiful deeds\\nAnd reaping in sorrow the thorns of pain?\\n154", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0188.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "A SONG OF TRUST\\nYet the deed was dear, and the seed was fair,\\nThough they flowered not in an answered prayer:\\nAnd Duty done\\nIs victory won.\\nAnd still in that harvest his heart shall share.\\nHeart, there are lessons to learn the years\\nCan not hide heaven, for all their tears\\nWhat though I weep\\nWhere my dead hopes sleep\\nStill in the tempest the star appears.\\nAnd Love is living, and life is fed\\nWith Love forever its daily bread\\nAnd Love s own light\\nIllumes the night\\nOver the graves that hide Love s dead!\\n55", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0189.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "FELLOW WHO HAD DONE HIS BEST\\nFELLOW who had done his best\\nWent one morning to his rest;\\nNever lip his forehead pressed\\nNot one rose on his still breast.\\nBut the angels knew that day-\\nHow along the rocky way\\nHe had traveled for that rest\\nFellow who had done his best!\\nNo one, as he trudged along,\\nKnew the sigh was in the song;\\nNo one heard his poor heart beat\\nWhere the sharp thorns pierced his feet.\\nBut that day the day he died\\nThere were angels at his side,\\nAngels singing him to rest\\nFellow who had done his best,\\n156", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0190.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "FELT.OW WHO HAD DONE HIS BEST\\nFor the room was strangely bright,\\nAnd his face, in morning light.\\nHad a smile that seemed to say:\\nAfter darkness comes the day!\\nAll the grief the gloom is past,\\nAnd the morning s mine at last!\\nFar he d traveled for that rest\\nFellow who had done his best.\\nNever sermon, song or sigh\\nWent that day toward the sky;\\nBut God s lilies ^violets sweet.\\nDecked his grave at head and feet;\\nAnd the birds, in shadows dim,\\nSang their sweetest over him.\\nHe that went that way for rest\\nFellow who had done his best.\\n157", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0191.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0192.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "THE PHILOSOPHER\\n159", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0193.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0194.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "A HOMELY PHILOSOPHER\\nTHE craps is all gethered, I reckon\\nHain t made a good show fer the fall;\\nBut what s the use sighin*,\\nAn wailin an cryin\\nThank God, that s enough fer us all\\nWe ve lost some on cotton, I reckon,\\nAn taters air powerful small\\nBut what s the use sighin\\nThe fritters air fryin\\nAn thar s jest bout enough fer us all!\\nWe ll pull through the winter, I reckon\\nWe never have gone to the wall\\nSo, put on the griddle.\\nAn tune up the fiddle\\nThar s room in the quadrille fer all!\\nII i6i", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0195.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "WINTER S COMINM\\nWINTER S comin in fer shore\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBlusterin eroun\\nMollie, san the cabin floor\\nTake the fiddle down.\\nShort on cotton, who s to blame?\\nWe ll be dancin jest the same\\nBoys air comin down the road\\nJest to dance with you.\\nApples What a rosy load\\nJugs o cider, too\\nCorn crap failed us, who s to blame?\\nWe ll be dancin jest the same\\nNever cry fer what we ve missed\\nLet the fire bum steady.\\nAll the gals air to be kissed,\\nAn the boys air ready\\nAll craps poorly,- who s to blame?\\nWe kin dance, dear, jest the same!\\n162", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0196.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "KEEP A-GOINM\\nEF you strike a thorn or rose,\\nKeep a-goin\\nEf it hails, or ef it snows,\\nKeep a-goin\\nTain t no use to sit an whine.\\nWhen the fish ain t on yer line\\nBait yer hook an keep a-tryin\\nKeep a-goin\\nWhen the weather kills yer crop,\\nKeep a-goin\\nWhen you tumble from the top.\\nKeep a-goin\\nS pose you re out o every dime,\\nBein so ain t any crime;\\nTell the world you re feelin prifne-\\nKeep a-goin\\n163", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0197.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "KEEP A-GOIN*\\nWhen it looks like all is up,\\nKeep a-goin\\nDrain the sweetness from the cup,\\nKeep a-goin\\nSee the wild birds on the wing,\\nHear the bells that sweetly ring,\\nWhen you feel like sighin sing\\nKeep a-goin\\n164", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0198.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "WHEN A FELLER HAS THE BLUES\\nWHEN a feller has the blues,\\nTaint no use to ask his views\\nBout the country how it goes:\\nEf it hails, or ef it snows\\nCotton up or cotton down\\nWorl stopped still, or whirlin roun\\nNever keers fer any news\\nThat poor feller with the blues\\nSun may do his best to shine\\nBlossoms purple on the vine\\nWin s may sing in music sweet,\\nRivers ripple at his feet\\nAn the birds the boughs erlong\\nJest may split their throats with song,\\nBut he s lonesome as you choose\\nThat ere feller with the blues\\n165", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0199.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "WHEN A FELLER HAS THE BLUES\\nWhar d they come from? Day by day,\\nYou kin see em on the way,\\nJest a-trudgin up the slope\\nDrownin all the bells o Hope\\nComin in the door to chide you\\nDrawin up a chair beside you,\\nSayin Hello! What s the news?\\nThem exasperatin blues!\\nThen it is we know we re human\\nThen it is the smile o woman\\nIs the only welcome light\\nThat comes twinklin through the night!\\nEf that smile o hers has boun you\\nEf you feel her arms eroun you,\\nBe as happy as you choose.\\nWith Good mornin to the blues!\\ni66", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0200.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "THE USUAL WAY\\nIT S all right, I reckon, an ef they must go\\nThar s no use persuadin an takin on so;\\nFer Boys will be boys, is the sayin an they\\nAin t diff runt from others that s shoutin Hoo-\\nray!\\nIt s the usual way\\nIt s the usual way!\\nI see the old man limpin roun on a peg,\\nAn I p ints em the moral that s thar in one leg\\nHe left one in battle. But what kin I say.\\nWhen the regiment fellers air shoutin Hooray\\nIt s the usual way\\nIt s the usual way!\\nIt s all right, I reckon fer fightin has joys\\nFer devil-keer sperrits an Boys will be boys!\\nSo I kiss em goodby; fer they never will stay\\nWhen the regiment fellers air shoutin Hooray!\\nIt s the usual way\\nIt s the usual way!\\n167", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0201.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "SETTIN BY THE FIRE\\nNEVER much on stirrin roun\\n(Sich warn t his desire),\\nAllers certain to be foun\\nSettin by the fire.\\nWhen the frost wuz comin down\\nCol win creepin nigher,\\nSpent each day jest thataway\\nSettin by the fire.\\nWhen the dancin shook the groun\\nRaised the ol roof higher,\\nNever swung the gals eroun\\nSot thar by the fire.\\n1 68", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0202.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "SETTIN BY THE FIRE\\nSame ol corner night an day\\nNever peared to tire\\nNot a blessed word to say!\\nJest sot by the fire.\\nWhen he died, by slow degrees,\\nFolks said: He s gone higher;\\nBut it s my opinion he s\\nSettin by the fire.\\n169", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0203.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "THE HAZY, DAISY WEATHER\\nTHE way this hazy, mazy, daisy kind o weather\\ngoes\\nThe wind is all too lazy f er to rumple up a rose\\nIt s sighin jest so soft-like its voice is lost away,\\nLost some rs in the blossoms whar the honeysuck-\\nles stay.\\nDream time.\\nDream time\\nTime to take yer ease,\\nIn the green, sweet clover\\nA brother to the breeze\\nNoises o the city life faint as faint kin be;\\nShadders o the maples an the mossed-oaks over\\nme.\\nRills that sing in sunshine an ripple through the\\ndells\\nTo the drowsy tinkle, tinkle o the sleepy cattle-\\nbells.\\n170", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0204.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "THE HAZY, DAISY WEATHER\\nDream time,\\nDream time\\nTime to take yer ease.\\nIn the green, sweet clover\\nA brother to the breeze\\nDon t want any lover. They air sweet to see\\nBut thar s more in life, I m thinkin than red lips\\nbring to me.\\nI m whar the lilies know me, an the rivers sing\\nan shine\\nI m married to the meadow, an the parson is the\\npine\\nDream time,\\nDream time\\nTime to take yer ease,\\nIn the green, sweet clover\\nA brother to the breeze\\n171", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0205.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "A HALLELUIA FELLOW\\nI AIN T so much on talkin when they re axin\\nfolks to rise\\nAn sorter read their titles clear to mansions in\\nthe skies;\\nI mostly sets thar quiet, till the Sperrit moves me\\nthen\\nI hollers Halleluia! an the brotherin says\\nAmen!\\nI don t object to talkin to stan an testify\\nTo Canaan s fair an happy Ian whar my posses-\\nsions lie\\nBut I never wuz a orator; you ve got to rouse\\nme; then\\nI jest shouts Halleluial an the brotherin\\nsays Amen!\\n17:5", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0206.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0207.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0208.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "A HALLELUIA FELLOW\\nAin t much on long experiences, wharever they\\nmay be,\\nThough fond o that amazin grace that saved a\\nwretch like me,\\nI jest sets still an listens till the fire burns me\\nthen\\nI gives em Halleluia! an the brotherin says\\nAmen!\\nThough, of course, it makes some fellers in the\\nbig revivals smile,\\nI says more in a minute than they gits to in a mile.\\nAn when I gits to glory, an the gates air swing-\\nin then\\nI ll holler ^Halleluia! till the angels say Amen!\\n173", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0209.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "NONE FOR HIM\\nDON T want no bullets swishin\\nFer peace is hard to beat;\\nThe river s ripe fer fishin\\nAn the birds air singin sweet;\\nAn a feller falls to dreamin\\nWith the daisies at his feet.\\nDon t want no captains callin\\nTo charge, or to retreat;\\nThe springtime blooms air fallin\\nOn the medder an the street;\\nAn the bees air sippin honey\\nFrom the hearts o roses sweet.\\nDon t want no bayonets shinin\\nWhar the blossoms orter be\\nWhar woodlan vines air twinin\\nAn rills sing sweet to sea\\nFer springtime s here a-smilin\\nAn loafin roun with me\\n174", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0210.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "SIDE A CABIN FIRE\\nWHAT care we fer wind an storm\\nComin nigh an nigher\\nHelter-skelter\\nHere s a shelter,\\nAn a cabin fire\\nSnow an sleet in windy beat\\nSoon the storm U tire;\\nDon t alarm us:\\nWhat kin harm us\\nSide a cabin fire\\nHere s our world a little space\\nMighty few d admire;\\nBut we re merry!\\nCares we bury\\nSide a cabin fire.", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0211.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "SIDE A CABIN FIRE\\nLet the weather work its will\\nStorm winds blowin higher;\\nSings the fiddle\\nSmokes the griddle\\nSide a cabin fire.\\n176", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0212.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "A POOR UNFORTUNATE\\nHIS boss went dead an his mule went lame\\nHe lost six cows in a poker game\\nA harricane come on a summer s day,\\nAn carried the house whar he lived away\\nThen a airthquake come when that wuz gone,\\nAn swallered the Ian that the house stood on!\\nAn the tax collector, he come roun\\nAn charged him up fer the hole in the groun\\nAn the city marshal he come in view\\nAn said he wanted his street tax, too\\nII\\nDid he moan an sigh? Did he set an cry\\nAn cuss the harricane sweepin by?\\nDid he grieve that his ol friends failed to call\\nWhen the airthquake come an swallered all\\n12 177", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0213.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "A POOR UNFORTUNATE\\nNever a word o blame he said,\\nWith all them troubles on top his head\\nNot hint! He dumb to the top o the hill-\\nWhar standin room wuz left him still,\\nAn barin his head, here s what he said:\\nI reckon it s time to git up an git;\\nBut, Lord, I hain t had the measels yit!\\n178", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0214.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "AN IDLE FELLOW\\nSOME folks, they says I m lazy\\nAn fon o loafin roun\\nThink too much of a daisy\\nTo plow it out the groun\\nWould ruther loll an listen\\nWhar the dews air drippin down\\nAn the rivers sing an glisten,\\nThan drive the mules to town.\\nThe folks air right, I reckon\\nCan t nuthin make me stay\\nWhen I see the green trees beckon\\nFrom the medders fur away.\\nWhen the cattle bells air ringin\\nWhar the grass waves wild and free.\\nAn the mockin birds air singin\\nLike they re singin right at me I\\n179", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0215.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "AN IDLE FELLOW\\nThe good Lord said the lilies\\nDidn t toil an didn t spin,\\nAn I kinder think His will is\\nI should take the lilies in\\nAn I think the world must need em\\nIn the sunshine an the storm,\\nFor He sends His dews to feed em\\nAn His light to keep em warm.\\nI wuz born to be a rover,\\nFer I love the woods the best,\\nAn the dewy bed o clover\\nIs the sweetes fer my rest;\\nAn I d ruther see above me\\nA blue sky bendin down\\nWhar the lilies lean an love me,\\nThan drive the mules to town\\n1 80", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0216.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "LOVE SONGS\\ni8i", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0217.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0218.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "THE SWEET COMMAND\\n^CT OVE thou thy neighbor as thyself:\\n1\u00e2\u0080\u0094/ I ve read it o er and o er.\\nBy Love s dear hand,\\nA sweet command!\\nI love my neighbor more\\nI love her as the light that shines,\\nKissing her red lips through the vines\\nLove thou thy neighbor as thyself:\\nI like that scripture sweet!\\nI do fulfill\\nThat scripture s will\\nWith my heart s every beat!\\nI love her as the glad winds race\\nTo roses smiling in her face\\n183", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0219.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "THE SWEET COMMAND\\nLove thou thy neighbor as thyself:\\nPreach from the text no more\\nThe broad sea rolls\\nBetween our souls,\\nAnd shore is far from shore.\\nYet still in grace my soul shall grow,-\\nI love I love my neighbor so\\n184", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0220.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "MARCELLE S LOVERS\\nFIFTY lovers ay, and more,\\nMarcelle,\\nMarcelle I\\nCount them, mistress, by the score-\\nMarcelle,\\nMarcelle\\nFifty lovers! Well, I wis\\nNever maid knew love like this,\\nStanding tip-toe for a kiss\\nMarcelle,\\nMarcelle\\nFrom the flowering east and west,\\nMarcelle,\\nMarcelle\\nRoses wreathe they for your rest,\\nMarcelle,\\nMarcelle\\n\u00c2\u00bb85", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0221.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "MARCELLE S LOVERS\\nFrom the gardens April-blest\\nBlooms they bring to your dear breast;\\nKiss the lover you love best\\nMarcelle,\\nMarcelle\\nSure, their faiths must faint and fall,\\nMarcelle,\\nMarcelle\\nYou have kisses for them all,\\nMarcelle,\\nMarcelle\\nBut two years have twinkled bright\\nSince your brown eyes saw the light;\\nAnd your kiss is mine to-night\\nMarcelle,\\nMarcelle\\ni86", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0222.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "r\\nIN THE RED DEEPS OF MAY\\nI\\n^HE weary world is lonesome ^so lonesome,\\ndear, alway,\\nAn I would I were with Philip in the red deeps\\nof May\\nFor Summer s sweetest roses seem phantoms cold\\nand gray,\\nAn I would I were with Philip in the red deeps\\nof May!\\nIn the red deeps of May,\\nWhere he d sing my soul away;\\nWith Philip\u00e2\u0080\u0094 oh, with Philip,\\nIn the red deeps of May!\\nII\\nThe red rose and the white rose are woven in\\nmy way.\\nBut I would I were with Philip in the red deeps\\nof May\\n187", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0223.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "IN THE RED DEEPS OF MAY\\nNeath stars that tinged the midnight neath\\nsuns that blessed the day\\nWith Philip oh, with Philip, in the red deeps of\\nMay!\\nIn the red deeps of May\\nWhere he d sing my soul away;\\nWith Philip mine forever,\\nIn the red deeps of May!\\nIll\\nO maiden, with the lover, and lover with the ring,\\nSing all the sweetest melodies that lips of you can\\nsing!\\nBut nothing e er so sweet can be as sweet songs\\nlost away\\nFrom the lips the lips of Philip, in the red deeps\\nof May\\nIn the red deeps of May\\nWhere my heart must beat away\\nWith Philip\u00e2\u0080\u0094 oh, with Philip,\\nIn the red deeps of May!\\ni88", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0224.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "A NECKLACE OF LOVE\\nNO rubies of red for my lady\\nNo jewel that glitters and charms,\\nBut the light of the skies in a little one s eyes,\\nAnd a necklace of two little arms.\\nOf two little arms that are clinging\\n(Oh, ne er was a necklace like this!)\\nAnd the wealth o the world and love s sweetness\\nimpearled\\nIn the joy of a little one s kiss.\\nA necklace of love for my lady\\nThat was linked by the angels above.\\nNo other but this and the tender, sweet kiss\\nThat sealeth a little one s love.\\n189", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0225.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "THE RING AND THE ROSE\\nA RING and a rose, Jean a velvety tress,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnd I love you no more, and I love you no\\nless:\\nBut still, in the light of a cynical day,\\nI can hold your white hand while I m going your\\nway.\\nAre these all that life has to brighten and bless\\nA ring, and a rose, and a velvety tress?\\nA ring and a rose Twere a wonderful thing\\nIf we shackled Love s liberty, dear, with a ring!\\nIf he went the unvarying pathway he knows\\nFor the sake of a soft tress the kiss of a rose\\nI love you no more, dear, I love you no less,\\nFor a ring, and a rose, and a velvety tress.\\nSee, how the stars beckon! That way, dear, lies\\nfame\\nThe glory we sigh for a wreath and a name\\n190", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0226.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "THE RING AND THE ROSE\\nAnd how may I win them if neath the bright\\nskies\\nI revel and rest in the light of your eyes\\nOh, yet for some word from the life-stars above\\nAnd shall it be fame, Jean or shall it be love?\\nI fear for the answer Nay, let your eyes dawn\\nWould the light in them fade if my lips were\\nwithdrawn\\nIf I gained the far summit in splendor of light,\\nWould a woman s heart miss me and dwell with\\nthe Night\\nWould I still to my bosom in memory pfess\\nA ring, and a rose, and a velvety tress?\\nHold fast to my hand, Jean It s love that is true\\nHold fast to my hand am going with you I\\nI am going to trample all else in the dust\\nSave your love I believe it! your beautiful\\ntrust\\nWith never a sigh, or the mist of a tear,\\nI am giving the world and its wealth for you,\\ndear!\\n191", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0227.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "THE RING AND THE ROSE\\nHold fast to my hand, Jean! Though humble\\nthe way,\\nIt shall lead us at last to a lovelier day;\\nWe shall face the far skies with their blackness\\nand blue,\\nAnd if heights may be won, I shall win them with\\nyou!\\nThere are tears of the years on the wreath round\\na name:\\nIt is love, dear, that lives o er the ashes of Fame!\\n192", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0228.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "MARCELLE\\n1LOVE her well\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMarcelle, Marcelle!\\nFor hints of heaven seem to dwell\\nWithin her eyes her violet eyes;\\nAnd in her hair soft, sunset dyes,\\nAs from far fields of Paradise.\\nI may not sing, I may not say.\\nBy starry night, or sun-swept day;\\nHow well how well\\nI love Marcelle\\nI love her well\\nMarcelle, Marcelle!\\nHer voice is like a silver bell\\nThat summons souls to worship she\\nIs on Love s throne and Love leads me\\nWhere smiles his priestess radiantly\\nI may not say, I may not sing\\nHow wintry days are kissed to spring\\nNor ever tell\\nHow passing well\\nI love Marcelle I love Marcelle\\n13 193", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0229.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "A SONG IN SPRINGTIME\\nI HEAR the world s heart beat\\nIn the grasses at my feet.\\nAre you somewhere in the woodlands, that the\\nthrush is singing, Sweet?\\nspeak rejoicing plain!\\nAnd gardens, green for rain:\\nIs she somewhere in the meadows, where the\\nbees the honey drain?\\n1 hear the world s heart beat:\\nFor the wintry storms retreat.\\nAre you somewhere in the blossoms, that the\\nlight has found them. Sweet?\\nO speak exulting hills\\nWhere a great Heart throbs and thrills:\\nIs she somewhere in the music of the ripple of\\nthe rills?\\n194", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0230.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "A SONG IN SPRINGTIME\\nO God, Thy world is sweeter!\\nIt has mastered heaven s own meter.\\nIs she where the unseen angels rest unwearied\\nwings to greet her?\\nSure sure her step is near me,\\nFor the robins do not fear me,\\nAnd viewless chariots of the air to blissful Aid-\\nens bear me.\\nDear world so new, so sweet!\\nGrown glad her grace to greet.\\nO darken not your sunflowers till they light me\\nto her feet!\\n195", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0231.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "LETITIA S LIKENESS\\nTHE likeness of Letltia:\\nShe lived so long ago\\nO er the dead lilies of her dust\\nUndreaming daisies grow.\\nNo marble to her memory;\\nOnly this writing saith\\nThe faded legend of her love:\\nThine to the gates of Death!\\nWhose? Knights that rode in tourney\\nO er meadows of romance,\\nWho bowed them at her footstool\\nOr battled for a glance?\\nOr yet, some humbler lover,\\nUnskilled in war and art,\\nWho heard in summer silences\\nThe beating of her heart?\\n196", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0232.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "LETITIA S LIKENESS\\nThe world cares not; unheeding\\nPass unremembering years;\\nHer love her trust, are things of dust,-\\nHer triumphs and her tears.\\nYet, all to-day that Love can say\\nThat faded legend saith:\\nWhat more? To be her lover s\\nUnto the gates of Death!\\n197", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0233.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT\\nI II 7 HEN the lights go out when the lights go\\nAnd the trembling hand is groping in the darkness\\nround about\\nFor the gentle clasp it misses\\nFor the lips with last, sweet kisses,\\nMay I find you then, my dearie, when the lights\\ngo out!\\nWhen the lights go out when the lights go out\\nWhen the bright stars fade from heaven and the\\ndarkness is a doubt.\\nMay your heart the first to love me\\nIn that moment beat above me\\nMay I find you then, my dearie, when the lights\\ngo out\\n198", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0234.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT\\nWhen the lights go out when the lights go out,\\nWill your dear lips whisper faith, dear will they\\nkiss away the doubt?\\nOh, my soul though unforgiven.\\nShall with dying eyes see heaven\\nIf my darling is but near me when the lights go\\nout!\\n199", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0235.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "THE WIND O THE NIGHT\\nTHE wind s at the casement. O wind o the\\nnight!\\nDo you envy this shelter this flickering light\\nYou have stormed the pale stars from the heaven\\nabove\\nWould you hound this lone hearth, with its ashes\\nof love\\nFar far be your flight,\\nO wind o the night.\\nTo the terrified seas, with their billows of white\\nTo the fearful seas, where the black skies frown.\\nAnd the gray gulls scream as the ships go down\\nFast in flight\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nO wind o the night.\\nFrom the ashes of love and the phantom of light!\\n200", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0236.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "THE WIND O THE NIGHT\\nII\\nThe wind s at the casement, O wind o the night,\\nBeat down the rude portals in wrath and in might\\nYou have blown the bleak stars from the heaven\\nabove:-\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWreak your rage on this hearth, with its ashes of\\nlove!\\nNay, wing not your flight,\\nO wind o the night.\\nTo the seas where the drowned souls are shrouded\\nin white\\nFor the seas they lie east, and the seas they lie\\nwest\\nBut the stormiest sea s in the human breast!\\nStay your flight,\\nO wind o the night:\\nHere are ashes of love for you embers of light!\\nIll\\nThe wind s at the casement. O wind o the night,\\nToss o er my bleak bosom lost tresses of light!\\n201", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0237.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "THE WIND O THE NIGHT\\nReveal through the clouds through the shrouds\\no the skies,\\nThe smile on her dear lips the light of her eyes\\nI am weary to-night\\nAs your wings in their flight,\\nFor the fall of her beautiful tresses of light\\nFor the seas they lie east, and the seas they lie\\nwest,\\nBut they bring her no more to the love of my\\nbreast\\nStay your flight,\\nO wind o the night:\\nHere are ashes of love for you embers of light\\n202", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0238.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "A BALLAD OF LETITIA\\nLETITIA had lovers a score ay, and more\\nAnd this one brought riches and splendor;\\nAnd that one brought fame\\nAnd the light of a name\\nTo plead for her heart s love so tender.\\nBut it s ho! for the dreamer w^ith nothing to bring\\nWith never a necklace or round of a ring,\\nWho dwelt in the vales where the mocking-birds\\nsing.\\nWith nothing but true love to render\\nII\\nO fair were the lovers, and many and sweet\\nWere the love words they brought to the wooing\\nAnd gold hath a glitter.\\nAnd poverty s bitter\\nA phantom forever pursuing.\\n203", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0239.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "A BALLAD OF LETITIA\\nBut ho for the dreamer with nothing to bring\\nSave a rose from the reddened sweet lips o the\\nspring\\nA rose O my masters a rose for a ring!\\nA rose for a rival s undoing\\nIll\\nAnd whither, Letitia ah, whither away\\nFrom the skies that bend brightly above you\\nAnd hark you, bright eyes,\\nTo the words o the wise\\nLet the gifts of your glad lovers move you\\nBut ho for the dreamer with nothing to bring\\nIn the blossomy vales where the mocking-birds sing!\\nAnd the rose to her lips, and Goodby to the ring!\\nAnd I love you I love you I love you\\n204", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0240.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "BEFORE THE GATES\\nAT heaven s high gate each mortal told his story,\\nAnd one came crowned with gold, and one\\nwith glory.\\nII\\nOne said: I built great temples that arise\\nWith spires that point the pathway to the skies.\\nIll\\nAnd one: I scattered gold before my door\\nWhen rose the rage of all the rabble poor.\\nIV\\nAnd yet another: On the heights of Fame,\\nToiling obscme, I carved a deathless name.\\nAnd then came one in meek and lowly guise\\nNor to the angel did he lift his eyes.\\n205", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0241.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "BEFORE THE GATES\\nVI\\nWhat hast thou done to gain the courts above?\\nNothing, he said. All that I knew was love;\\nVII\\nThat love which was that love which is to be;\\nAnd love I gave, and love returned to me!\\nVIII\\nThen said the angel: Lift thou up thine eyes:\\nEnter the shining gates of Paradise!\\n206", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0242.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "IP LOVE BE THINE\\nBE thou content\\nIf Love be thine. Let not thy robe be rent^\\nNor sigh in sackcloth that he kneels not here,\\nOr wreathes for thee no living laurel there.\\nBe thou content\\nIf that one star shine in Love s firmament.\\nOnly to know one glance of Love is thine\\nIs to make life immortal and divine\\n207", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0243.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "LET THE DREAM PASS\\nLIFE hath its burdens\\nBitter, alas\\nStill we can bear them:\\nLet the dream pass\\nVanishing ever\\nThe sands in the glass\\nTime will not linger:\\nLet the dream pass\\nWhy, in the shadow\\nWhy, in the gleam,\\nShould we sit sighing\\nOver a dream?\\nPhantoms pursuing\\nVainly, alas!\\nDeeds for the doing!\\nLet the dream pass!\\n2oS", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0244.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "LET THE DREAM PASS\\nEver and ever\\nSome flaw in the strain\\nNever oh, never\\nThe old dreams again!\\nLife-lights are dying-\\nNight comes alas\\nHeart, cease thy sighing\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nLet the dream pass\\n14 209", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0245.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "OVER THE GREEN HILLS\\nTO E. W. M.\\nOVER the green hills that climb to the blue\\nThis message to you\\nLife, dear, is mingled with daisies and dust,\\nBitter its burdens, though bear them we must;\\nBut sweet is its love, dear, and tender its trust\\nOver the green hills this message to you\\nII\\nOver the pathways of rose and of rue\\nThis message to you\\nLife, dear, is shadow, though silvered by sun\\nSweet is the joy, dear, of duty well done\\nWhat of the strife, if the victory s won?\\nOver the green hills this message to you\\n2IO", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0246.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "THE PORTRAIT\\nHERE S Laura wrinkled now, and old:\\nNo dye the gray hair covers;\\nThere is no hint of curls of gold\\nAdored by countless lovers.\\nWhere are those lips that shamed the rose?\\nThe dimpled cheek the smile? God knows!\\nAn old man with thin locks of white\\n(What, now, can he admire?)\\nBroods o er her pictured face to-night\\nBeside a dying fire.\\nWhere are the eyes of amethyst.\\nAnd where the white, sweet hands he kissed?\\nFore God, the world has slipped away\\nDim skies are now above him:\\nTwere mockery if these lips should say\\nThey love him still they love him!\\nYet, these were lips that shamed the rose:\\nHow came they drawn and white God knows\\n311", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0247.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "THE PORTRAIT\\nAnd this was once a woman fair\\nAs dewy sunrise gleaming;\\nLove kissed her lips, her hands, her hair,\\nAnd in her smile went dreaming.\\nHow could the years such havoc make?\\nOnce men died for this woman s sake!\\nHer lovers now are wan and old!\\nNo joy their pathway blesses\\nWhat hand that wrinkled hand shall hold,\\nOr smooth the dim, gray tresses?\\nFore God, the world has slipped away,\\nAnd even Love is old and gray.\\nAnd Mistress Margaret matron sweet\\nFar fairer ties have bound her;\\nShe hears her children s pattering feet\\nChild-arms are necklaced round her.\\nIn her sweet, tranquil face appears\\nLove, smiling on you through glad years.\\n213", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0248.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "THE PORTRAIT\\nBut Laura! Like a bauble thing\\nA weak and withering blossom,\\nTossed love in life s delicious spring\\nFrom her unfeeling bosom.\\nMen died for her- chained, trampled slaves-\\nAnd now what has she but their graves?\\nAnd Laura is a ghost that seems\\nTo glide from years long perished;\\nThe gods be gentle with her dreams\\nWith the dead hopes she cherished!\\nAn old man with thin locks of white,\\nBreathes this last prayer for her to-night!\\n213", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0249.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "IN HARVEST DAYS\\nTHE wheat bends down\\nWith its golden crown,\\nAnd it s ho for the lass that loves me\\nIt s a brief, bright way\\nTo the parson s town,\\nThen ho! for the lass that loves me!\\nFor her eyes are bright\\nAs the twinklin light\\nOf the stars o er the wheat fields shinin\\nAn never I roam\\nBut they light me home\\nWhere the lass for me is pinin\\nLet the golden crown\\nOf the wheat bend down\\nIt s all for the lass that loves me\\nThe parson s town\\nAn the weddin gown,\\nAn the lips of the lass that loves me\\n214", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0250.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "MY SHAKESPEARE\\nI LAY my gentle Shakespeare down\\nEven where there runs a rumor\\nThat Portia fareth unto town\\nTo plead with grace and humor.\\nFor when her fair, sweet face I see\\nA dearer Portia pleads for me\\nAnother Imogen, O sweet!\\nAnother scene stands brave in,\\nAnd fareth faithfully to meet\\nHer lord at Milford Haven.\\nI read her beauteous soul, and then\\nI think of thee my Imogen\\nAnd Isabella, clothed with grace,\\nFrom weeping couch hath risen\\nAnd with the lovelight in her face\\nPleads for the soul in prison.\\nI hail her sweet, and pure and wise,\\nBut find a fairer in thine eyes!\\n215", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0251.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "MY SHAKESPEARE\\nAnd then Cordelia in the night\\nAnd tempest rude hath found me.\\nAre these her lips her eyes of light,\\nAnd these her arms around me\\nBefore me, with sweet, saving hands,\\nDear heart! a new Cordelia stands.\\nI lay my gentle Shakespeare down\\nWho never pleadeth vainly.\\nHow could he write in London Town\\nAnd picture thee so plainly?\\nO Night, fly to the Morning sweet,\\nAnd Morning find me at thy feet\\nZi6", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0252.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "THE SWEETHEART OF A SOLDIER\\nr\\n^HE sweetheart of a soldier she kissed his lips\\nthat day\\nWhen the silver bugles summoned to the red wrath\\nof the fray;\\nAnd Go, she cried, to glory where falls the\\ncrimson rain.\\nAnd Love will wait with tears and prayers till Love\\ncomes home again!\\nThe sweetheart of a soldier and forth the soldier\\nwent,\\nWhere the flowering fields were reddened and the\\nrippling banners rent\\nAnd Come, she cried, from glory, where Love\\nall yearning dwells.\\nFor all the battle-flags are furled and Peace rings\\nin the bells!\\n217", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0253.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "THE SWEETHEART OF A SOLDIER\\nBut white and still beneath the stars on the red\\nfield he lies,\\nWhere Death, that heeds not glory, kissed down\\nhis dreaming eyes.\\nAnd the sweetheart of the soldier must wait and\\nwatch in vain\\nMust wait with tears and prayers for Love that\\ncomes not home again\\n3i8", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0254.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "SONGS OF OTHER DAYS\\n219", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0255.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0256.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "AN OLD-FASHIONED GENTLEMAN\\nA N old-fashioned gentleman that s what\\ni\\\\ they said\\nThe last of his race like a ghost from the dead\\nHe seemed to the many among them he passed\\nIn honor a gentleman born, to the last!\\nIt was seen by the way that he carried his head\\nBy his dignified mien and his soldierly tread\\nBy his scorn of all offers of wealth and fame\\nBy his robe never soiled in the shadows of shame.\\nAn old-fashioned gentleman! that s what they\\nsaid\\nThe last of his race like a ghost from the dead!\\nAn old-fashioned gentleman! Well for the\\nways\\nWhere we walked in these thorny and wearisome\\ndays,\\n331", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0257.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "AN OLD-FASHIONED GENTLEMAN\\nThat such are beside us, with souls that are white\\nAnd they drift with the dreams down the valleys\\nof Night.\\nThey speak from the past they are true to the\\nlast\\nLike the oaks of the forest, they brave every blast;\\nThe same in misfortune as in the bright gleam\\nOf years that were music and passed like a dream\\nAn old-fashioned gentleman that s what they\\nsaid\\nThe last of his race like a ghost from the dead!\\n223", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0258.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "///////A/r7\\n^,^1\\nf", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0259.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "4", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0260.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "THE OLD BOOKS\\nTHEY are gray with the gray of ages,\\nBorrowed, and begged, and sold;\\nThumb-marked of saints and sages,\\nIn the scholarly days of old.\\nRose leaves pressed for a lover\\nRest in their pages dim,\\nThough silent centuries cover\\nAll that is left of him.\\nAnd I feel in the library s shadows,\\nWith this ghostly company,\\nThe breath of forgotten meadows\\nAnd the centuries over me\\nAnd when twilight bells are calling\\nWhen the day with its strifes is o er\\nThere are ghostly footsteps falling\\nFaint on the library floor.\\n223", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0261.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "THE OLD BOOKS\\nSingers, and saints and sages\\nIn the fame of a name we trust,\\nBut time will cover our pages.\\nAs even our tombs, with dust.\\nFor here, in the library s shadows,\\nWhere the famed and fameless be,\\nI roam in forgotten meadows.\\nWith the centuries over me\\n224", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0262.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "THE FALLEN OF THE FIGHT\\nOH, the story and the glory of the fallen of the\\nfight\\nBeneath the drooped flags dreaming in the laurels\\nand the light.\\nIs there rumor of the strife now\\nDo their bright swords leap to life now\\nDo they hear the far-rolled thunder of the grim\\nguns in the night?\\nOh, the story and the glory of the fallen of the\\nfight!\\nDoes the clamor of the captains reach their ranks\\nall ghostly white\\nNay they rest with rusting blades,\\nAll the glory-starred brigades,\\nAnd the peace of God is on them in the splendor\\nof the light.\\n225", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0263.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "THE FALLEN OF THE FIGHT\\nIn the peace of God they sleep, while the battle\\nthunders sweep\\nOver the echoing oceans where deep calleth unto\\ndeep\\nWhere from stormy sea to sea\\nWaves the starred flag of the free,\\nAnd their comrades, armed in honor, their vigil-\\nfires keep.\\nOh, the story and their glory! Let the red stripes\\no er them wave,\\nRed as the blood that crimsoned them the life-\\nblood that they gave\\nBlow, bugles, east and west.\\nOver their rose-wreathed rest.\\nAnd the love of a common country, like a garland\\non their grave.\\n226", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0264.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "THE DEAD SINGER\\n(H. J.)\\nDEAD Let no saintly hands be lifted\\nwhere\\nShrouded and still he lies\\nTo bar and ban the pallid dreamer there\\nFrom Faith s illumined skies.\\nBetter the battle, where his sword flashed bright,\\nHad known his dying breath,\\nThan this! But he, aweary of the light,\\nChallenged the gates of Death.\\nWho shall upbraid him? Who shall prate of\\nwrong\\nHis from his earliest youth\\nThe sweetness and the tenderness of song\\nThe love of Love and Truth.\\n327", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0265.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "THE DEAD SINGER\\nFor song dwelt with him in his life s dark night\\nHe caught from far, bright spheres\\nA mystery of melody the light\\nThat glimmered through his tears.\\nAnd who shall say in Death s dim presence now\\nHis life was incomplete?\\nHands have been laid upon that thorn-wreathed\\nbrow\\nIn benediction sweet.\\nHands he uplifted hearts that he sustained\\nCome now, not to condemn\\nWhat bitter cup life gave to him he drained.\\nAnd left life s sweets to them.\\nSo now, still resting in the eternal rest.\\nBeyond the morning s beams.\\nFold the tired hands in peace above the breast\\nAnd leave him with the dreams.\\n228", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0266.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "THE DEAR OLD TUNES\\nWHEN the dear old tunes come ringing,\\nFrom the band,\\nFrom the band,\\nI can hear a far-off singing\\nFrom a dim and ghostly land,\\nWhere the phantom tents are shining.\\nAnd stacked the rifles stand.\\nWhen the dear old tunes come ringing\\nFrom the band,\\nFrom the band.\\nThere are spectral soldiers swinging\\nInto line on every hand.\\nGrim veterans form in columns.\\nAnd shout the captains grand\\nWhen the dear old tunes come ringing\\nFrom the band,\\nFrom the band,\\n239", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0267.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "THE DEAR OLD TUNES\\nTorn battle-flags seem flinging\\nTheir glory o er the land.\\nThe dead rise up and answer\\nTo the roll-call of the bandl\\n230", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0268.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "IN THE NIGHT\\nTO E. W. M.\\nONLY the Night and the stormy skies\\nThe Night, so dark and wild,\\nAnd in the gloom of a lonely room\\nThe breathing of a child.\\nA little child that the angels led\\nFrom a land we deem divine\\nWho came to me when the prayer was said\\nAnd laid his lips on mine.\\nThe smile of God on his dreaming face\\nIn the lamplight s fitful gleams;\\nAnd I know that the angels lift the lace\\nAnd kiss him into the dreams.\\nI wonder why, in the silence here,\\nMy heart, with quickened beat.\\nEchoes the sound of a falling tear\\nOn his beautiful face and sweet!\\n231", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0269.jp2"}, "268": {"fulltext": "IN THE NIGHT\\nIs it a thought of the weary way\\nThe little feet must tread,\\nOr the grief of a soul that can not pray\\nWhere its altar-fires are dead?\\nNever an answer for all the years\\nO storm, and midnight strife,\\nHave ye only the dew of burning tears\\nTo fall on the rose of life\\nOnly the Night and the stormy skies\\nThe Night so dark and wild,\\nAnd in the gloom of a lonely room\\nThe breathing of a child.\\n232", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0270.jp2"}, "269": {"fulltext": "AWAY WITH THE DREAMS\\n(On the death of an ex-confederate soldier, whose fu-\\nneral was attended by Grand Army veterans.)\\nFAR\u00e2\u0080\u0094 far from his sunny-sweet meadows,\\nThe blue hills and sea-singing streams,\\nHe felt the fast gathering shadows\\nAnd drifted away with the dreams.\\nNo sound of the musketry s rattle\\nWar-thunders and glories and gleams\\nIn peace having fought his last battle\\nHe drifted away with the dreams.\\nHe had followed where Jackson was leading\\nHe had blazed a red pathway for Lee,\\nHis sword in the cause he was pleading;\\nHe had battled with Semmes on the sea.\\nBut now, o er his form they were bending\\nOld foes, in a new morning s beams.\\nWith tears for the life that was ending.\\nAs he drifted away with the dreams.\\n233", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0271.jp2"}, "270": {"fulltext": "AWAY WITH THE DREAMS\\nThey saw the red scars on his bosom\\n(The wounds that he gloried to wear),\\nAnd Love, like a lily-white blossom,\\nWas tenderly laid on them there.\\nA soldier! Enough in the knowing:\\nThe light of the far battle streams.\\nNo wonder the quick tears were flowing\\nAs he drifted away with the dreams\\nAnd they tenderly lifted and laid him\\n(Those wounds Honor s stars on his\\nbreast)\\nOn a couch Love had blest and had made him\\nIn the beautiful lilies of rest.\\nStill at home, in a land love-united,\\nThough far from his meadows and streams,\\nThe love-lamps the love-lamps were lighted,\\nAnd he drifted away with the dreams.\\n234", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0272.jp2"}, "271": {"fulltext": "AT BAY\\nAY, come in, if you will ^you froth of the fren-\\nzied night!\\nI shall wreak the rage of my soul as I trample your\\ncrest of white\\nTrample you trample you down, as the world has\\ntrampled me\\nCome in, you wraiths of the clouds you ghosts of\\nthe hills and sea\\nRattle the icy panes where the sleet-drop pelts and\\nreels\\nWind that bites the beggar a baying hound at his\\nheels!\\nAy, come in to this icy hearth, where the fires of\\nlife are dim.\\nAnd rock the roof and the casement with the howl\\nof your hated hymn", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0273.jp2"}, "272": {"fulltext": "AT BAY\\nNe er knock at a beggar s door O Spirit of Storm\\nand Night!\\nHurl your thunders against it and beat it down\\nwith your might!\\nNever a right hath a beggar no word at court\\nshall he win:\\nDown with the doors, I charge you let the wolves\\ncome snarling in!\\nThe beggars crouch by the casements, and the\\nsaintly souls condemn:\\nThey[cry to the Lord for shelter, and He sends His\\nstorms on them\\nA curse on a beggar s crying a curse on his home-\\nless head\\nAnd preach of a far Christ dying for these that\\ntheir hands strike dead\\nI dare the worst I am one with the wind and\\nsnow and dashing sleet\\nEnemies they but I mock them, and fearless their\\nfury meet.\\n236", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0274.jp2"}, "273": {"fulltext": "AT BAY\\nHave they not hounded me far? and when that I\\ngroaned in pain,\\nDid they ever cease for mercy The pang and\\nthe prayer were vain\\nThe world shall slay a man when he dreams that\\nthe gods have given\\nThe unspeakable fire to his soul they shall slay\\nhim in sight of heaven!\\nThey shall grind him down as they grind the stones\\nbeaten, driven and led.\\nThey shall give him rags for his shivering bones\\na crust when he cries for bread\\nThere was a song in my soul of Right in a world\\nof Wrong\\nAnd sweet to me was the singing, though the tears\\nfell with the song\\nSweet as the sound of harbor bells that sing to the\\nships at sea\\nAs the dew is to the clover as the bloom is to the\\nbee.\\n237", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0275.jp2"}, "274": {"fulltext": "AT BAY\\nAnd I sang for the joy of singing not for the\\ncrown of years\\nAnd there was peace in the pain for me, and there\\nwas light in the tears\\nFor a spirit came in a dream and whispered the\\nhidden thing;\\nAnd the stars streamed down in splendor, and I\\nheard the Morning sing!\\nAnd Love came from the copses Love in his\\nApril-youth\\nAnd I sang his praise in the cities, and crowned\\nhis brow with Truth\\nAnd ever a rainbow shone for me over the storm\\nand strife,\\nAnd I saw the light in the darkness, and gar-\\nlanded Death with Life.\\nI gave my tears and my prayers, and the voice of\\nmy soul and lo\\nMy answer comes in the beggar s den in the pit-\\niless pelting snow\\n238", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0276.jp2"}, "275": {"fulltext": "AT BAY\\nIn the roar of the icy winds that envy the feeble\\nflame\\nThat flickers here in the ashes where I trace the\\nSpirit s name!\\nCome in, O Ghosts of the Night! Knock not, O\\nWind, at my door!\\nBatter the barrier down and shake the roof with\\nyour roar\\nWhat right what wrong hath a beggar? No\\nfavor at court he ll win:\\nEnter all foes and hatreds let the wolves come\\nsnarling in\\nAnd this is the end of all of the toiling\\nand the tears\\nBut I face the last undaunted and reck not of the\\nyears\\nIs the love of the world a lie, as the gold of the\\nworld is dross\\nThe bells are ringing the Christ in Come\\non come with the Cross!\\n239", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0277.jp2"}, "276": {"fulltext": "b. 78", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0278.jp2"}, "277": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0279.jp2"}, "278": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0280.jp2"}, "279": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0281.jp2"}, "280": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0282.jp2"}, "281": {"fulltext": "^0^\\n.^o*\\nJ Wl^-\\nA\\nA.\\n^:x\\\\\\nb v.\\nNOV 71\\nMANCHESTER.", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0283.jp2"}, "282": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4341", "width": "2454", "jp2-path": "songsfromdixiela00stan_0284.jp2"}}