THE
Whip-Poor-Will's
Echo Song.
Composed by H. MILLARD,
Author of "Viva l'America!" "Why does my heart still sigh," &c.
[The echo of the Whip-poor-will may be repeated by another voice at a distance, or
in another room, with very fine effect.]
Oh, meet me when daylight is fading
And is darkened into the night,
When song birds are singing their vespers,
And the day has far vanished from sight,
And then I will tell you darling,
All the love I have cherished so long,
If you will but meet at evening,
When you hear the first whip-poor-will's song,
Cho - Whip-poor-will! Whip-poor-will!
You hear the first whip-poor-will's song;
Oh, meet me; oh, meet me
When you hear the first whip-poor-will's song.
'Tis said that whatever sweet feelings
May be throbbing within a fond heart,
When list'ning to whip-poor-will' [sic] singing,
For a twelve-month will never depart;
So then we will meet in the woodland,
Far away from the hurrying throng,
And whisper our love to each other,
When we hear the first whip-poor-will's song.
Whip-poor-will, &c.
And in the long years of the future,
Though our duties may part us awhile,
And on the return of this evening,
We be severed by many a mile;
Yet deep in our bosoms we'll cherish
The affection, so fervant [sic] and strong,
We pledged to each other this evening,
When we heard the first whip-poor-will's song.
Whip-poor-will, &c.
THE MUSIC OF THIS SONG CAN BE OBTAINED OF
W. J. SCHMIDT, 118 Fayette St. Cor. of Park,
Book[seller,] Stationer, &c.
SONGS WHOLE[SALE ONLY.] T. A. RHODES, PR.
