Cabin Tale, A
Change Has Come, The
Chris'mus Is a-Comin'
Chrismus On The Plantation
Christmas Folksong, A
Christmas In The Heart
Circumstances Alter Cases
Colored Band, The
Colored Soldiers, The
Conscience and Remorse
Coquette Conquered, A
Corn-Stalk Fiddle, The
Creed and Not a Creed, A
Tim Murphy's gon' walkin' wid Maggie O'Neill
If I was her muther, I'd frown on sich foolin',
I'm sure its unmutherlike, darin' an' wrong
To let a gyrul hear tell the sass an' the song
Of every young felly that happens along,
An' Murphy, the things that's be'n sed of his doin',
'Tis a cud that no dacent folks wants to be chewin',
If he came to my door wid his cane on a twirl,
Fur to thry to make love to you, Biddy, my girl,
Ah, wouldn't I send him away with a whirl,
They say the gossoon is indecent and dirty, O chone!
In spite of his dressin' so.
Let him dress up ez foine ez a king or a queen,
Let him put on more wrinkles than ever was seen,
You'll be sure he's no match for my little colleen,
Faith the two is comin' back an' their walk is all over,
'Twas a pretty short walk fur to take wid a lover,
Why, I believe that Tim Murphy's a kumin' this way,
Ah, Biddy jest look at him steppin' so gay,
I'd niver belave what the gossipers say,
He's turned in the gate an' he's coming a-caperin',
Go Biddy, go quick an' put on a clane apern,
Be quick as ye kin fur he's right at the dure;
Come in, master Tim, fur ye're welcome I'm shure.
We were talkin' o' ye jest a minute before.