Standard Songs by VARIOUS AUTHORS In addition to our standard works, we have just issued a new method for the Piano-forte called THE MUSICAL CURRICULUM. As its name indicates, it is a COURSE OF MUSICAL STUDY. BY GEO. F. ROOT. The MUSICAL CURRICULUM is something ENTIRELY NEW, And will, we are confident, inaugurate AN ERA In the study and practice of the PIANO-FORTE. And the subjects that are connected with it. RETAIL PRICE $4.50. Sent, postpaid, on receipt of marked price. No one will think the price too large after examining it. ROOT & CADY. 5 out dar— don't you un - der - stand? Bab - y - lon is fall - en! out dar— don't you un - der - stand? Bab - y - lon is fall - en! out dar— don't you un - der - stand? Oh, don't you know dat Bab - y - lon is fall - en! Repeat the Chorus somewhat softly. Bab - y - lon is fall - en! And we's a gwine to oc - cu - py de land. Bab - y - lon is fall - en! And we's a gwine to oc - cu - py de land. Bab - y - lon is fall - en! And we's a gwine to oc - cu - py de land. 4. Massa was de Kernel In de rebel army, Ebber sence he went an' run away; But his lubly darkeys, Dey has been a watchin', An' dey take him pris'ner tudder day. Chorus—Look out dar, &c. 5. We will be massa, He will be de sarvant— Try him how he like it for a spell; So we crack de Butt'nuts, So we take de Kernel, So de cannon carry back de shell Chorus—Look our dar, &c. BABYLON IS FALLEN! Sequel to "Kingdom Coming." Words and Music by HENRY C. WORK. No. 21. Piano 1. Don't you see de black clouds Ris - in' o - ber yon - der, 2. Don't you see de light - nin' Flash - in' in de cane - brake, 3. Way up in de corn - field, Whar you hear de tun - der, 4 Whar de Mas - sa's ole plan - ta - tion am? Neb - ber you fright - ened— Like as if we gwine to hab a storm? No! you is mis - ta - ken— Dat is our ole for - ty - pounder gun; When de shells are miss - in', Dem is on - ly dar - keys, Come to jine an' fight for Un - cle Sam. 'Tis de dar - key's bay - 'nets, An' de but - tons on dar u - ni - form. Den we load wid punk - ins, All de same to make de cow - ards run. CHORUS. AIR. Look out dar, now! We's a gwine to shoot! Look ALTO. Look out dar, now! We's a gwine to shoot! Look TENOR. Look out dar, now! We's a gwine to shoot! Look BASE. 329—4 4 3d. They say we have no officers, But ah! they are mistaken; And soon you'll see the rebels run With all the fuss they're makin' For there is one who just sprung up, He'll show the foe no quarter, (McClellan is the man I mean) You know he had'nt ought er, For he's gone down to Washington To fight for Abraham's daughter. 4th. We'll have a spree with Johnny Bull, Perhaps, some day or other, And wont he have his fingers full, If not a deal of bother; For Yankee boys are just the lads Upon the land or water, And wont we have a "bully" fight And dont you think we ought er, If he is caught at any time Insulting Abraham's daughter. 5th But let us lay all jokes aside, It is a sorry question, The man who would these States divide, Should hang for his suggestion. One Country and one Flag, I say - Who e'er the war may slaughter; So I'm goin' as a Fire Zou a And dont you think I ought er Im going down to Washington To fight for Abrahams daughter. 5806 3 all a - bout a vol - un - teer, Who's goin' to fight for glor - - y; Now is the child of A - - bra - ham, Or Un - - cle Sam, the same, sir. Now CHORUS dont you think that I am right, For I am noth - in' short - er, And if I fight, why aint I right, And dont you think I ought er, The I be - long to the Fire Zou, Zous, And dont you think I ought ter, We're vol - un - teers are a pour - ing in, From ev - - ry loy - - al quar - ter, And go - - in' down to Wash - ing - ton To fight for A - bra - ham's daught - er. I'm goin' long to Wash - ing - ton To fight for A - bra - ham's daught - er. 5206 5 ABRAHAMS DAUGHTER AS SUNG BY BRYANTS MINSTRELS. Moderato. Some years a ⋅ go, I sup ⋅ pose you know, John ⋅ ny Bull sent Now there's Na ⋅ po ⋅ leon right from France, Who swears he'll be re ⋅ Now John ⋅ ny Bull has gone to grass, To fat ⋅ ten up his Now John ⋅ ny Bull may put on airs, But what care we for mis ⋅ sion ⋅ ⋅ ers To the North and South of A ⋅ mer ⋅ i ⋅ ca, To ⋅ ven ⋅ ged, oh, If John ⋅ ny Bull sends his farm ⋅ yard To the calves, sir; He talks of send ⋅ ing a shil ⋅ ling a day that sir; He's been itch ⋅ ⋅ ing now for some time To sep ⋅ er ⋅ ate the U ⋅ ⋅ nion; But he tried it quite, with South ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ern ports, oh! He'll jump right in and Sol ⋅ diers to the South, sir, But we licked him well in have a lit ⋅ ⋅ tle spat, sir, But if he will but all his might, But we will give him a warm ⋅ er, oh, oh, oh! tan his skin, Kil ⋅ ⋅ ken ⋅ ny is be ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ hind him, oh, oh, oh! Eight ⋅ een ⋅ twelve, And we can lick him wel ⋅ ler, oh, oh, oh! just keep cool Till we've set ⋅ tled our fam ⋅ 'ly quar ⋅ rel, oh, oh, oh! CHORUS in unison. And when he comes here to in ⋅ ter ⋅ fere, Wont we give him a warm ⋅ er; Then march right down to Wash ⋅ ing ⋅ ton To fight for A ⋅ bra ⋅ ham's daugh ⋅ ter. 5206 Transcribed and reviewed by contributors participating in the By The People project at crowd.loc.gov.