Those good old days back home / words by Joe McCarthy music by Jimmie V. Monaco
MLA Citation
Monaco, James V., 1885-1945. “Those good old days back home / words by Joe McCarthy music by Jimmie V. Monaco.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 23 May 2022, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/collections/item/36724. Accessed 28 Mar. 2024.
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Title | Those good old days back home / words by Joe McCarthy music by Jimmie V. Monaco |
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Subject | Weber, Dolan & Frazer (Musical group) -- Portraits;Popular music -- 1911-1920 |
Description | For voice and piano;Caption title;Cover illustrated by Rose Starmer;Cover photo of Weber, Dolan & Frazer on copy 1 photo of Sophie Tucker on copy 2;Back cover: Musical excerpts of "Beatrice Fairfax" and "The Glory of the moonlight" on both copies |
Creator | Monaco, James V., 1885-1945 |
Publisher | New York : Leo Feist Inc. |
Date | 1916 |
Contributor | McCarthy, Joseph, 1885-1943. Lyricist.;Starmer. Illustrator. |
Rights | |
Format | Sheet music |
Published works | |
image/jpeg | |
Type | Image |
Text | |
Identifier | SMC02297b |
3327 Leo Feist | |
https://digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/collections/item/36724 | |
Alternative Title | First line of text: I left my sweetheart in old New Hampshire;First line of chorus: My heart is sighing now for the good old days back home |
Is Part Of | Sheet Music Collection, Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives, University Libraries, Bowling Green State University |
References | https://maurice.bgsu.edu:443/record=b2437512~S9 |
VERSE 1: I left my sweetheart in old New Hampshire, waving to my train,/ I sort of reckoned that old New Hampshire Would never see me again;/ I got "kinder" tired of my hometown, Had a lot of silly dreams,/ Mighty disappointed looking 'round, This life ain't what it seems. CHORUS 1: My heart is signing now for the good old days back home,/ I'm crying now, I was foolish kid to roam,/ You could live around the city years or more, and never get aquainted with the folks next door./ Way back home you rise at dawning, You meet a stranger and he'll say "Good Mornin',"/ I'm longing now for the fields, I used to plow,/ I want to see the bumble bees a buzzin' 'round the comb. (I've been a drone)/ And in the homestead on the hill, I wonder if they're waiting still,/ Oh, my heart is sighing, and I'm just dying for the good old days back home./ Maple syrup flowing from the shady maple trees,/ Hear the rooster crowing, hear the humming of the bees, see the corn awaving in the fields of new mown hay,/ That is why I'm craving, why I'm leaving here today. CHORUS 2: My heart is signing now for the good old days back home,/ I'm crying now, I was foolish kid to roam,/ You could live around the city years or more, and never even know the folks that live next door./ Way back home you rise at dawning, You meet a stranger and he'll say "Good Mornin',"/ I'm sighing now for the fields, I used to plow,/ I want to see the bumble bees a buzzin' 'round the comb. (I've been a drone)/ I want to ride for miles, I'm through with butter cakes and Childs,/ Oh, my heart is sighing, and I'm just dying for the good old days back home./ Maple syrup flowing from the shady maple trees,/ Hear the rooster crowing, hear the humming of the bees, see the corn awaving in the fields of new mown hay,/ That is why I'm craving, why I'm leaving here today. | |
Original Format | 1 score (5 pages) 35 cm |