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The Music of Stephen C. Foster .

Foster, Stephen Collins (1826-1864)

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VOLUME 1 1844–1855

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VOLUME 2 1856–1869

The White House Chair

The Abolition Show

I SEE HER STILL IN MY DREAMS.

LINGER IN BLISSFUL REPOSE

WHERE HAS LULA GONE

MY LOVED ONE AND MY OWN

THOU ART THE QUEEN OF MY SONG.

POOR DROOPING MAIDEN.

UNDER THE WILLOW SHE'S SLEEPING.

THE GLENDY BURK

Jenny's Coming O'er the Green.

Beautiful Child of Song.

DOWN AMONG THE CANE-BRAKES.

VIRGINIA BELLE.

The Little Ballad Girl.

MINE IS THE MOURNING HEART.

DON'T BET YOUR MONEY ON DE SHANGHAI.

MOLLY DEAR GOOD NIGHT.

OUR WILLIE DEAR IS DYING.

“Lizzie Dies To-Night.”

OUR BRIGHT, BRIGHT SUMMER DAYS ARE GONE

I'LL BE A SOLDIER

“WHY HAVE MY LOVED ONES GONE?”

OH! TELL ME OF MY MOTHER.

FAREWELL MOTHER DEAR.

SWEET LITTLE MAID OF THE MOUNTAIN

FAREWELL SWEET MOTHER.

LITTLE BELLE BLAIR

“A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS!”

A THOUSAND MILES FROM HOME.

LITTLE JENNY DOW.

I WILL BE TRUE TO THEE.

The Merry, Merry Month of May.

A DREAM OF MY MOTHER AND MY HOME.

“THAT'S WHAT'S THE MATTER.”

BETTER TIMES ARE COMING.

SLUMBER MY DARLING.

MERRY LITTLE BIRDS ARE WE.

NO ONE TO LOVE.

NO HOME, NO HOME.

WAS MY BROTHER IN THE BATTLE?

I'LL BE HOME TO-MORROW.

HAPPY HOURS AT HOME

GENTLE LENA CLARE.

WE'VE A MILLION IN THE FIELD.

Beautiful Dreamer.

THE LOVE I BEAR TO THEE.

BURY ME IN THE MORNING, MOTHER.

LITTLE ELLA'S AN ANGEL!

“SUFFER LITTLE CHILDREN TO COME UNTO ME.”

WILLIE'S GONE TO HEAVEN.

I'M NOTHING BUT A PLAIN OLD SOLDIER

I'D BE A FAIRY.

TEARS BRING THOUGHTS OF HEAVEN.

LEAVE ME WITH MY MOTHER.

GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY BREAD.

SEEK AND YE SHALL FIND.

I WOULD A YOUTHFUL.

WE'LL ALL MEET OUR SAVIOUR.

FRIENDS OF THE POOR.

THE ANGELS ARE SINGING UNTO ME.

ON THE BANKS OF LIFE'S FAIR RIVER.

LENA OUR LOVED ONE IS GONE

TELL ME OF THE ANGELS, MOTHER.

WHILE WE WORK FOR THE LORD.

FOR A WHILE THE HEART GROWS WARM.

SITTING BY MY OWN CABIN DOOR

WHEN DEAR FRIENDS ARE GONE.

TELL ME LOVE OF THY EARLY DREAMS

The Voices That Are Gone

PRAISE THE LORD!

KISS ME DEAR MOTHER ERE I DIE.

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KISS ME DEAR MOTHER ERE I DIE.

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The following poem is scored for music in the source text.

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Bend o'er my pillow my mother dear
Lifes chilling close is now drawing near
Drive from about me these clouds of fear
Breathe o'er my brow a parting sigh,
I have been wayward unto thee
Now I can feel it painfully
Patient and kind wert thou to me
Kiss me dear mother ere I die.

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Tell me of angels that dwell above
Then from my heart will the tear drops move
Whisper to me gentle words of love
While I in gloom and suffring lie,
I have been wayward unto thee
Now I can feel it painfully
Patient and kind wert thou to me
Kiss me dear mother ere I die.