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Halcyon Days Music contains a collection of Early American Music and Vintage Songs from the early 1900s, 1910s and 1920s.

Our archive of vintage music contains a wide assortment of Early American Music and Popular Songs in MIDI music format which you can download and listen to on your computer at home. Each vintage song is accompanied with its vintage sheet music cover and music lyrics.

Every Mother's Son There Sang The Wearing Of The Green

Every Mother's Son There Sang The Wearing Of The Green

Year 1907

Words by Edward Rogers
Music by Joe Hollander

Shapiro Music Publisher
Corner of Broadway and 39th St.
New York

  First Verse
There was fun galore on the parlor floor Down at McVeigh's tenement. Such a time had they, on McVeigh's birthday, With Irish element. Every one of them were drinking Creme de Menthe; Faith and that's the way the evening it was spent. Till Con. O ' Shea says "Come McVeigh, lets have some merriment."

Second Verse
Well, a row began when poor Dan McCann, Got a hugging Murphy's wife. Sure says Mike O' Toole, "Man you are a fool, Faith he's known her all his life". In excitement Tim McVeigh turned out the light; When the copper came, he thought there was a fight. He broke the door then cussed and swore, And all was pinched that night.

Third Verse
To the jail they went, But no bail was sent, So they kept them there all right, Till the Cop says he, You will not get free, For the row you made last night." So, they went before the Judge called Mike McCue, Says he, "Tell me what the devil did you do?" "Why look here Judge, It's just a grudge, We'll sing the song for you."

Chorus
The mother sang, the father sang, The sister sang as well; The parrot sang, the whole she-bang, Let out an awful yell. It really was an Irish night, It's like you've never seen; For every mother's son there sang, the "Wearing Of The Green."

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Meet Me In Bubble Land

Meet Me In Bubble Land

Year 1914

Words by Casper Nathan and Joe Manne
Music by Isham Jones

Waterson, Berlin and Snyder Co.
Strand Theatre Building
New York

  First Verse
I've been dreaming dreams of childhood, And the games we used to play, When my heart knew only sunshine, That was shining thro' the live-long day. Now I know my constant dreaming, Always takes me back to yesterday; If your heart is yearning, Join me in returning, come, and I will show you the way.

Second Verse
You can make this wond'rous journey, Go to Bubble Land tonight, Only you must be real certain, Your heart's beating in a way that's right. Bubble land was made for lovers, Those who'd leave their grieving far behind; There is no despair there, Pleasure's everywhere there, joy's the only thing that you'll find.

Chorus
Meet me tonight in Bubble Land So far away from Trouble Land, Where there is lots of joy That is waiting for each girl and boy. Hearts break like bubbles in the air, But there we'll never know a care; Let all our troubles fade like bubbles, Meet me in Bubble Land.

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Tipperary

Tipperary

Year 1907

Words by Leo Curley
Music by Jas. M. Fulton and J. Fred Helf

Helf and Hager Co. Inc.
43 W. 28th St.
New York City

  First Verse
I'm in love with a slip of a tip-tip-typical Tipperary miss: She's a regular clip with a rosy lip that you'd dearly love to kiss: From the tip of her toes to the tip top of her nose I love her so. I'd like to just take her and squeeze her, I know that it wouldn't displease her. But she lives in Tipperary many miles away from here, If I could just meet her to see her and greet her, I',m thinkin' I'd eat her the little dear. But she's many miles away from here and so I'll wait I fear. Till I take a notion and sail o'er the ocean to Ireland.

Second Verse
Now I'll give ye a tip when I board the ship with me grip to trip away: I'll be there a yell when they ring the bell and I'll shout "hip-hip-hooray." Then the whistle will toot and away we'll shoot with a toot toot down the bay. I'll wave a bye-bye when we're sailin' from over the top of the railin'. Then a cross the briny ocean to the tiny Em'rald Isle I'd give me last penny, if I hadn't any, be-gory, or many to see her smile. As she used to when she sat ferninst me down beside the stile. But I was a rover be-dad and came over from Ireland.

Chorus
Faith it's me that's nearly crazy, From me Tipperary daisy All the day me hearts "undaisy." Sure the thing I find that's on me mind, Is the darlin' girl I left behind, Far off in dear old Tipperary.

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Killarney, My Home O'er The Sea

Killarney, My Home O'er The Sea

Year 1911

Words and music by: Frederic Knight Logan

Leo Feist Inc.
134 W. 37th St.
New York City

  First Verse
There's a place in Old Ireland that's dear to my heart, 'Tis the scene of my childhood so fair; From its hills and it's valleys, 'twas sadness to part, From the Lakes of Killarney, With beauty so rare. Tho' a stranger, alone o'er this wide world I stray, And thy lakes and thy mountains no longer I see. Still the bloom of that valley in mem'ry shall stay, For Erin, Mavourneen, my heart beats for thee.

Second Verse
Sure there ne'er was a land where the grass grew so green, Nor a place where the sky was more fair; With the rocks and the rills one harmonious scene, By the Lakes of Killarney, With beauty so rare. I remember the colleens and lads who were there, As they danced in the glen on a bright summer's night, To the pipers glad tune as it rang on the air, Oh to think of that scene, fills my heart with delight.

Chorus
And I long for dear Ireland, Green Isle of the West, Where the shamrock and flow'rs bloom'd for me. There the Angels of Peace fold their bright wings and rest By the Lakes of Killarney, my home o'er the sea.

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Next Sunday At Nine or Dearie Won't You Call Me Dearie

Next Sunday At Nine or Dearie Won't You Call Me Dearie

Year 1912

By Evan Lloyd

Will Rossiter
136 W. Lake St.
Chicago Illinois

  First Verse
Hello dearie my how sweet you look today Face so fair, golden hair bonnet trimmed with roses. Golden sun beams, on your face just love to play, And your eyes can't disguise love light oft' reposes; Wonder if you knew That I'm so proud of you.

Second Verse
Dream days always since you named the wedding day, All so bright, hearts so light for our honeymooning. Orange blossoms, for the bride along the way, Roses too just for you 'Round the door a blooming; Honey can't you see You're all the world to me.

Chorus
Dearie won't you call me dearie, 'Cause it's drawing "nearie" to our wedding day Next Sunday Dearie don't you let us tarry you and I to marry In the Summer time And the same old chimes We have heard many times And next Sunday at nine You'll forever be mine.

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