LISTEN TO THE ORIOLE BIRD.
Air - Listen to the Mocking Bird.
I'm dreaming now of Sally, sweet Sally, sweet Sally,
I'm dreaming now of Sally' [sic]
For the thought of her is one that never dies;
She's sleeping in the valley, the valley, the valley,
She's sleeping in the valley,
And the Oriole bird was singing where she lies.
Cho. - Listen to the Oriole bird,
Listen to the Oriole bird,
The Oriole bird still singing o'er the grave;
Listen to the Oriole bird,
Listen to the Oriole bird,
Still singing where the weeping willows wave.
Ah! well I yet remember, remember, remember,
Ah! well I yet remember,
When we gathered in the cotton side by side;
'Twas in the mild October, October, October,
'Twas in the mild October,
And the Oriole bird was singing far and wide. - Cho.
When the charms of fall awaken, awaken, awaken,
When the charms of fall awaken,
And the Oriole bird is singing on the bough,
I feel like one forsaken, forsaken, forsaken,
I feel like one forsaken,
Since my Sally is no longer with me now. - Cho.
Wm. J. Schmidt, 360 Mulberry Street, Baltimore.
