Plankinton House, menu, pages 7-8

PAGE 1 <br> <br> <br> Music <br> <br> <br> 5 <br> <br> <br> THERE’S A GIRL IN THE HEART OF MARYLAND <br> <br> <br> There’s a girl in the heart of Maryland <br> With a heart that belongs to me, <br> As I told her of my love, <br> The oriole above sang from the old Apple Tree <br> Then Maryland was Fairyland, <br> For she promised my bride she’d be, <br> There’s a girl in the heart of Maryland <br> With a heart that belongs to me. <br> <br> <br> 6 <br> <br> <br> GOODNIGHT NURSE <br> <br> <br> Good-night, Nurse - tell the Doctor I’m no better, <br> Good-night Nurse - write my folks a nice long letter, <br> Say, I need a rest and you fear - <br> I had better stay here a year; <br> Feel my pulse, hold my hand a little longer, <br> How’s my heart? Don’t you think it’s getting stronger? <br> Call me in the morning - or I’ll get worse; <br> Kiss your little patient, Good-night, Nurse. <br> <br> <br> 7 <br> <br> <br> AULD LANG SYNE <br> <br> <br> Should auld acquaintance be forgot, <br> And never brought to mind? <br> Should auld acquaintance be forgot, <br> And days of auld lang syne? <br> <br> <br> We twa ha’e run aboot the braes, <br> And pu’d the gowans fine; <br> But we’ve wandered mony a weary foot Sin’ auld lang syne. <br> We twa ha’e sported i’ the burn <br> Frae mornin’ sun till dine. <br> But seas between us braid hae roared Sin’ auld lang syne. <br> <br> <br> And here’s a hand, my trusty frien’ <br> And gie’s a hand o’ thine; <br> We’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet For auld lang syne. <br> <br> <br> For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne; <br> We’ll tak’ a cup o’kindness yet For auld lang syne. <br> <br> <br> There are twenty-five hundred religions <br> So learned men declare <br> But the simplest and best <br> Sums up all the rest <br> In just two words: - “Be Square” <br> <br> <br> PAGE 2 <br> <br> <br> Music <br> <br> <br> 8 <br> <br> <br> HOME, SWEET HOME. <br> <br> <br> ‘Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, <br> Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home; <br> A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, <br> Which, seek thro’ the world, is ne’er met with else-where. <br> <br> <br> I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild, <br> And feel that my mother now thinks of her child; <br> As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door, <br> Thro’ the wood-bine whose fregrance shall cheer me no more. <br> <br> <br> An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain; <br> O, give me my lowly thatched cottage again; <br> The birds singing gaily, that came at my call; <br> Give me them, and that peace of mind, dearer than all. <br> <br> <br> Home, home, sweet, sweet, home. <br> There’s no place like home. Oh, there’s no place like home. <br> <br> <br> 9 <br> <br> <br> AMERICA <br> <br> <br> My country! ‘Tis of thee. <br> Sweet land of liberty. <br> Of thee I sing; <br> Land where my fathers died! <br> Land of the pilgrims pride! <br> From ev’ry mountain side, Let freedom ring. <br> <br> <br> My native country, thee- <br> Land of the noble free- <br> Thy name I love; <br> I love thy rocks and rills, <br> Thy woods and templed hills; <br> My heart with rapture thrills, Like that above, <br> <br> <br> Let music swell the breeze, <br> And ring from all the trees, <br> Sweet freedom’s song; <br> Let mortal tongues awake; <br> Let all that breathe partake; <br> Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong. <br> <br> <br> Our father’s God! to Thee, <br> Author of liberty, <br> To thee we sing; <br> Long may our land be bright <br> With freedom’s holy light; <br> Protect us by Thy might, Great God, our King. <br>