i
' I
THE OLD GRAY MARE ‘
Oh, the old gray mare, she ain't what she used to be, '
Ain’t what she used to be, _
Ain’t what she used to be.
The Old gray mare, she ain't what she used to be. ,
Man—y long years ago. i
3
l
ARTILLERY SONG (Caisson Song) ~
Then it’s hi! hi! hee! in the field ar—till—er—V
fl)
. Shout out your numbers loud and strong, '
Where e'er 7011 0'o x'ou will always know 2‘
r > b a , ‘ , a
l hat the Calssons are rollmO' a-lonO' l\_ee) them rollinO' '
. P b h
And those Caissons 0'0 rollan a—lonO‘.
a: h b
TILL WE MEET AGAIN .
Smile the while you kiss me sad a—dieu, ,
When the clouds roll, by, 1'11 come to you.
. Then the skies will seem more blue, ,
Down in lov—er’s lane, my dear—ie, I
. VVed—dinO' bells will rinn‘ so mer—ri—lv
’ b . b . ’
EV—ry tear Will be a mem—o—ry, ‘
So wait and pray each night for me, 1
Till we meet a—gain.
! .
l ' .3:
i .
l .
‘g