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m While you watch them with your eye. And was always his treasure and p.ride;' 3. (Heads up) But it stopp‘d short never to go ag@Ms m(r-"l?nf\‘ghllilx?él?)ld shake a leg there, sir! When the old man died. Now step forward, backwardâ€"as you Chorus: were. (Step back and forth) Ninety years without slumbering» Then reach right out to someâ€"one near, (tick, tock, tick, tock,) (Shake hands with your neighbor) His life seconds numbering, Shake his hand and smile i i a + (tick, tock, tick, tock,) (All amile) Tt stopp‘d short never to go again When the old man died. 52. THE BAND PLAYED ON (120) My gran@father said that of those he Calfleoz‘d:vould waltz with a strawberry N(;:ta gic};}::r,]t so faithful he found; And the 'band piayed on. For it wasted not time, and had but one Hid ;%ided’cross She floor with the girl M‘.diilé‘cczlwe of each week to be wound e 4 s s And &enf)?a.nd played on. And it kept in its place, not a frown upon bat };isd l()irain was so loaded it nearly Arllfisi{;che;mds never hung by its side; exploded, Td a 2 The poor girl would shake with al But it stopp‘d short never to go again, H%’d ne‘er leave the gi?‘l ivji‘gh ]'C}z‘:eag?l’l';l\\'â€" When the old man dicd. erry curl, 5 R And i£. Tt rang an alarm in the dead of the night B e band played on. An alarm that for years had been dumb; ‘ C A)},rcl vgg 1Imew that his spirit was pluming its flight, 53. DAISY BELL (116) That his hour of departure had come. }?aisgf,]?aisy, Give me your answer, do. Stlalrluith,ilfi-l}?ecg cl‘iffi’,fethe gprevuoce. m hall crazy, As we silently stood by his side; All for the love of you But it sto id & c o go i tR N. s pp‘d short never to go again, %tc:;])’ltl’tatsf)grg ;tsc]};;}}iamgrrmge’ When the old man died. £ ge, But you‘ll look sweet upon the seat Of a bieycle built for two. 56. THE QUILTING PARTY (87) 54. I DON‘T WANT TO PLAY IN In the sky the bright stars glittered, YOUR YARD (124) (‘zn 1thfet bankfthe paAe rré(u}; sh]oneâ€" it nd ‘twas from Aun inah‘s quilti I don‘t want to play in your yard, party on yde I don‘t like you any more. I was seeing Nellie home. You‘ll be sorry when you see me Sliding down our cellar door. Chorus: You can‘t holler down our rainâ€"barrel, i ; You can‘t climb our apple tree. I was seeing Nellhe home, T don‘t want to play in your yard I was seeing Nellie home. If you won‘t be good to me. And ;twas from Aunt Dinah‘s quilting party I was seeing Nellie home. 55. GRANDFATHER‘S CLOCK (39) My grandfather‘s clock was too large for the shelf, _ 57. REUBEN AND RACHEL (147) So it stood ninety years on the floor; It was taller by half than the old man Reuben (Rachel), Reuben (Rachel) I‘ve himself, been thinking Tho‘ it weighed not a pennyweight more. _ What a queer world this would be, It was bought on the morn of the day If the men (women) were all transported that he was born, Far beyond the Northern Sea! 1 ___ " oE v E R Y B 0 D Y S I N G S " _ _ _nn_______ Page Eleven