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l Refrain: 66. SANTA LUCIA (48) %,31‘{ ’;‘or g‘le wagon, Now ‘neath the silver moon ocean is ait for the wagon lowin: m Wait for the wagon’, O’gr theg’calm billow soft winds are And we‘ll all take a ride. blowing; & Whers thg Hiver sgus Hike sil He;re‘tbalmy breezes blow, pure JOYS I ike silver invite us. And the birds they sing so swe’et, Hark, how the sailor‘s ery I have a cabin, Phyllis, Joyously echoes nigh: And something good to eat. Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia! Come, listen to my story, now, It will relieve my heart, When o‘er thy waters light winds are SAU ClJump into the wagon, playing, ¢ And off we will start. Thy spell can soothe us, all care allaying; To thee, sweet Napoli, what charms are given, 5L Where smiles creation, toil blest by 63. ALOHA OE (99) Hheavefn-f isp ome 0: air Poesy, Proudly swept the rain cloud by the cliff, â€" Realm of pure Harr)x’mny, Borne swiftly on the western gale, Santa Lucia! Santa Lucia! While the song of lovers‘ parting grief Sadly echoed amid the flowery vale. Refrain: 67. SILVER THREADS AMONG THE * GOLD (18) Farewell to thee, farewell to thee, ; ¢ f ; $ 3 Darling, I am growing old; Th};);lwigxs'ely one who dwells among the Stiver Threads mlr)mm: Tthe gold y . . , . Shine upon my brow toâ€"day; 82:1113:]2 eI:'lebétage :i?nfoxc we have to part, Life is fading fast away; ho But, my darling, you will be, will be, Always young and fair to me, Yes! my darling, you will be 64. MY SWERTHEARTS THE MAN Always young and fair to me. IN THE MOON (123) Refrain: My sweetheart‘s the man in the moon. Darling, I am growing old, I‘m going to marry him soon, . Silver threads among the gold ‘T;\lz'ould fillk_me with bliss just to give Shine upoé] myfbrow today, im one kiss, Life is fading fast away. But I know that a dozen I never would § miss. Love is always young and fair. I‘ll go up in a great big balloon What to us is silver hair, And see my sweetheart in the moon, _ Faded cheeks or steps grown slow, Then behind a dark cloud where no one is To the hearts that beat below? allow‘d ; Since I kiss‘d you, mine alone, alone, I‘ll make love to the man in the moon. You have never older grown, Since I kiss‘d you, mine alone, You have never older grown. 65. PACK UP YOUR TROUBLES IN YOUR OLD KIT BAG 68. SINGâ€"Aâ€"LINGâ€"Aâ€"LING (137) Pack up your troubleslin your old kit bag, %},t}i\fi?lter W}ilng,twet singâ€"aâ€"lingâ€"aâ€"ling And smile, smile, smile, ith all our hearts to you; Whille Is;ou’veha ,lucifi'er ;collight your fag, Wle. hoIt)fi zhere’ll bg S%)mething-a-ling-a» Smile boys that‘s the style, ing that we can do for you. What‘s the use ofthwoilj%zing, In alllmlintnh’ wtlntler, sprxr;lg-a-lix}xlg»a-ling It never was worthwhile, and a e whole years through, Sobpack up your troubles in your old kit X_/r;e(’lllt‘nng-al-‘lmg-al-.hng, ag ingâ€"aâ€"lingâ€"aâ€"ling And smile, smile, smile. ‘And chingâ€"aâ€"lingâ€"aâ€"ling for you. "oE V E R Y B 0 D Y § I N G $ " _ _ l l _ _ _ n________ f Page Thirteen