Tune: MASSA'S IN THE COLD, COLD GROUND

'HERE Potomac's stream is flowing

W Virginia's border through,

Where the white-sailed ships are going,

Sailing to the ocean blue;

Hushed the sound of mirth and singing,

Silent every one,

While the solemn bells are ringing

By the tomb of Washington.

Chorus:

Tolling and knelling

With a sad, sweet sound,

O'er the waves the tones are swelling

By Mt. Vernon's sacred ground.

Long ago the warrior slumbered,
Our country's father slept;
Long among the angels numbered,
They the hero soul have kept;
But the children's children love him,
And his name revere;

So while billows roll above him,
Sweetly still his knell you hear.

Sail, O ships, across the ocean,
And bear the story far

How he sleeps beneath the willows,
"First in peace and first in war;"
Tell while sweet adieus are swelling
Till you come again,

He within the hearts is dwelling

Of his loving countrymen.

WELCOME, THOU FESTAL MORN

W

GEORGE HOWLAND

Tune: AMERICA

ELCOME, thou festal morn!.
Never be passed in scorn
Thy rising sun;

Thou day forever bright
With Freedom's holy light,
That gave the world the sight
Of Washington.

Unshaken 'mid the storm,
Behold that noble form—
That peerless one-
With his protecting hand,
Like Freedom's angel, stand,
The guardian of our land,
Our Washington.

Traced there in lines of light,
Where all pure rays unite,
Obscured by none;
Brightest on history's page,
Of any clime or age,
As chieftain, man, and sage,
Stands Washington.

Name at which tyrants pale,
And their proud legions quail,
Their boasting done;

While Freedom lifts her head,
No longer filled with dread,
Her sons to victory led
By Washington.

Now the true patriot see,
The foremost of the free,
The victory won.

In Freedom's presence bow,
While sweetly smiling now,
She wreathes the smiling brow
Of Washington.

Then, with each coming year, Wherever shall appear

That natal sun,

Will we attest the worth

Of one true man to earth,
And celebrate the birth

Of Washington.

L. ROUNTREE SMITH

GIRLS:

T. B. WEAVER

Boys:

1. Who took a hatchet out one day? 2. Who used his hatch - et, bright and new?

GIRLS:

Washington; Who chopped the cher-ry tree in play? Washington; Who chopped the cher-ry tree in two?

Lit tle George Wash-ing-ton; Who saw the white ships tle George Wash-ing-ton; Who loved his hatch - et,

Lit

sailing by? Who raised the bon - nie new and bright? Who was it stood for

banner high? truth and right?

GIRLS:

Boys:

Who was it never told a lie? Lit-tle George Washington. Who al-ways tried to be po-lite? Lit-tle George Washington.

CHORUS:

Chop, chop, chop, chop, Hear the hatch - ets

slowly.

ring;

Chop, chop, chop, chop, How we

love to

sing.