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SONGS OF THE FLORENCES.
Authorized bdcht(?SP) W. J. Florence.
As Sung BY
MRS. W. J. FLORENCE.
THROUGHTOUT THE VARIOUS THEATRES IN EUROPE AND AMERICA.
WAY DOWN IN MAINE. THE CAPTAIN.
JOHNEY WAS A SHOEMAKER. EMMER JANE.
J. H. Bufford's lath.
BOSTON.
Published by OLIVER DITSON & CO 277 Washington St.
C. C. CLAPP & CO Boston. BECK & LAWTON Philada. FIRTH, POND & CO. N. York. JOHN CHURCH JR. Cinn.
Entered according to act of Congress in the year 1859 by Oliver Ditson & Co. in the Clerks Office of the District of Mass.
THE CAPTAIN.
Written by W. J. FLORENCE Arranged by T. COMER.
Allegretto.
1. As they marched thro' the town with their ban-ners so gay, I ran to the window t hear the band play; I peeped thro' the blinds ve-ry cau-tious-ly then, Lest the neigh-bors should say I was look-ing at the men. Oh! I heard the drums beat, and the mu-sic so..... sweet, But my eyes at the time caught a much great-er treat; The Troop was the fin-est I ev-er did see, And the Captain with his whis-kers took a sly glance at me. me.
2. When we met at the Ball I of course thought' twas right, to pre-tend that we nev-er had met be-fore that night. But he knew me at once I per-ceived by his glance, And I hung down my head when he asked me to dance. Oh! he sat..... by my side at the end... of the sett, And the sweet word he spoke I shall nev-er for-get; For my heart was en-list-ed and could not get free, As the Cap-tain with his whis-kers took a sly glance at me. me.
3. But he march'd from the town, and I see him no more, Yet I think of him oft and the whiskers he word, I dream all the night, and I talk all the day, Of the love of a Captain who went far away. I remember with super-abundant delight, When we met in the street, and we danced all the night, And keep in my mind, how my heart jumped with glee, As the Captain with his whiskers took a sly glance at me.
4. But there's hope....for a friend just ten minutes ago, Said the Captain's returned from the war, and I know He'll be searching for me with considerable zest, And when I am found_but_ah_you know all the rest, Perhaps he is here_ let me look around the house_ Keep still, every one of you_still as a mouse_ For if the dear creature is here, he will be With his whiskers a-taking sly glances at me.