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Lyr Req: The Organ-Grinder's Serenade |
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Subject: Organgrinder Song/lyr. & ch. From: Mudlark Date: 21 Jul 01 - 02:01 AM I've been searching for the words to a song my m. used to sing to me...don't know what the title is, but it used After the Ball in the refrain. Not a folk song, per se...more a tearjerker musichall turn of the c. number I think. All about this poor old organgrinder than nobody listened to until a little girl came along ("Here is a penny, please sir, play me a tune for this"). Of course, in the end she dies. I used to cry buckets when I heard it. I read (with pleasure) all the way thru the metasong thread hoping it might turn up, looked also here and on google....to no avail. Any help appreciated, including search tippos. |
Subject: RE: Organgrinder Song/lyr. & ch. From: Amergin Date: 21 Jul 01 - 02:57 AM hmm..the thought of an organgrinder sounds rather painful..... |
Subject: RE: Organgrinder Song/lyr. & ch. From: wysiwyg Date: 21 Jul 01 - 11:38 PM refresh |
Subject: RE: Organgrinder Song/lyr. & ch. From: Sorcha Date: 22 Jul 01 - 12:12 AM THE ORGAN GRINDER'S SERENADE at The Lester S. Levy Collection of Sheet Music. At the bottom of the page there are numbers for the next pages. |
Subject: RE: Organgrinder Song/lyr. & ch. From: wysiwyg Date: 23 Jul 01 - 10:54 AM refresh |
Subject: RE: Organgrinder Song/lyr. & ch. From: Mudlark Date: 25 Jul 01 - 10:05 PM To Sorcha...many thanks for unearthing this oldy for me...and to Wissywig...thanks for the refresh...it took me a while to find my way back....my breadcrumbs kept disappearing... Nancy |
Subject: RE: Organgrinder Song/lyr. & ch. From: GUEST Date: 26 Jul 01 - 04:07 PM *G* |
Subject: Lyr Add: THE ORGAN GRINDER'S SERENADE (C K Harris) From: Jim Dixon Date: 02 Nov 10 - 08:51 AM Transcribed from the sheet music at The Lester S. Levy Collection of Sheet Music. (See Sorcha's link above.) THE ORGAN GRINDER'S SERENADE Words and music by Charles K. Harris New York: Chas. K. Harris, 1897 1. Standing alone in the doorway grinds the old hand-organ man, Turning that shiny old handle, playing the best that he can. Not a soul stops, or will listen. Quickly they all pass the door. He heaves a sigh as they go by. They've heard those tunes before. Yet close by the pavement stands a little Miss. "Here's a penny, please sir, play a tune for this." Then the old man looks down at her. "Bless you, my sweet little maid. If you will stay, don't run away, I'll play my serenade." CHORUS: "After the ball is over," softly the organ did play. "After the dancers leaving," "Please, Mister, come every day." "Creep, baby, creep. Mamma will surely catch you. Creep, baby, creep. Mamma is near to watch you." "While the music is playing," was the next strain played. Dear, old, sweet tunes, that were heard morn and noon, 'Twas an old serenade. 2. Time passed and still this wee maiden came to that spot every day. Oh, how the old man's eyes glistened, and how that organ would play! But one day he missed this angel. Poor man, his heart ached with pain. "Why don't she come, my little one?" He waited all in vain. From a pretty cottage, just across the street, There came forth a lady, face so sad and sweet. "Baby is longing to see you. Come in, sir. Don't be afraid. She's going to die. Please sir, don't cry. Play her your serenade." CHORUS: "After the ball is over," softly the organ did play. "After the dancers leaving," "Please, Mister, come every day." "Creep, baby, creep. Mamma will surely catch you. Creep, baby, creep. Mamma is near to watch you." "While the music is playing," was the next strain played. Dear old sweet tunes, softly played in that room, 'Twas her last serenade. |
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