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Identifier | SM00017 |
Title | Girl of my heart |
Composer | Bafunno, Antonio |
Lyricist | Price, A. (Alonzo) |
Contributors | Hammerstein, Arthur, 1872-1955 |
Original Publisher | T. B. Harms ; Francis, Day and Hunter |
Description of Cover Art | Pink and white cover featuring white, pink, and red roses, with green leaves on brownish-gray branches. The title of the musical, composer, and lyricist are featured in a brown box outlined in green in the middle of the cover. |
Performance Medium | Piano ; Vocal |
Featured In | The musical comedy "Somebody's Sweetheart" |
Publication Date | 1918 |
Source | 9 x 12 ; sheet music |
Type | Image/Text |
Language | English |
Genre | Musical ; Popular Music ; Vocal Music |
Subject Terms | Musicals--Excerpts--Vocal scores with piano ; Popular music--United States--1911-1920 |
Publisher | Electronic version published by Houston Public Library, Houston, Texas |
Collection | Sheet Music Collection of the Houston Public Library |
HPL Location | SHEET MUSIC BAFUN GIRL |
Rights | This material is in the public domain. Please credit the Houston Metropolitan Research Center, Houston, Texas. |
Date Digital | 2013 |
Format | |
Digitization Specifications | 300dpi ; tiff ; Digitized with i2s CopiBook scanner. |
Notes | Moderato |
Text of Song | First Verse: When I was a little bit o' baby, when I was just so high, mammy used to tell me a story 'bout a bold bad man up in the sky. And ev'ry night when shadows were a creeping and 'round the house the sighing winds they blew, I'd sit down by her knee and then she'd say to me "Here's the story of the Jingaboo." Refrain: He's got great bit shiny eyes. He's got a great bit mouth that size. He walks like this and like that. He eats up children both lean and fat. He goes out only at night. He is dressed in nothing but white. Run, run, run as fast as you can and hide yourself away from the Jingaboo Man. Jingaboo Man. Second Verse: One night when I was comin' cross the meadows, just about a mile from home, 'twas then I heard a rustle in the bushes and heard a low, low moan. I started for my Ma and home a-flying; I ran that mile in nothing honest true. And as I reached the door to my Mammy did I roar, Ma I saw the great big Jingaboo. |
Filename | SM00017.cpd |
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Identifier | SM00017-001 |
Title | Page 1 |
Filename | SM00017-001.pdf |
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