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There's music in the air
When the noontide's sultry beam
Reflects a golden light
On the distant mountain stream.
Cho.—When beneath some grateful shade,
Sorrow's aching head is laid,
Sweetly to the spirit there;
Comes the music in the air.
There's music in the air
When the twilight's gentle sigh
Is lost on evening's breast, .
As its pensive beauties die.
Cho.—Then, O ! then, the loved ones gone
Wake the pure, celestial song,
Angel voices greet us there
In the music in the air.
Whistle and Hoe. (Pat's Pick, page 66.)
1 snarp.
There's a boy just over the garden fence, Who is whistling a tune all the livelong day, And his work is not a mere pretense, For you see the weeds he has cut away. CHOKUS—Whistle and hoe, sing as you go, Shorten the row by the songs you know; Whistle and hoe, sing as you go, Shorten the row by the songs you know. 4