The Christmas Tree.

(Tune, "When Johnny Comes Marching Home." page 29.)

Pat's Pick, 2 Flats.

We've planted a beautiful Christmas tree, Hurrah! hurrah! Its branches are strong as strong can be, Hurrah! hurrah! But won't they bend with the fruitage fair, That good St. Nicholas makes them bear, And we'll all be glad that we planted the Christmas tree. We'll serve St. Nicholas all we can, Hurrah! hurrah! And he shall be our nursery man, Hurrah! hurrah! There's lovely fruit in summer and fall, But the Christmas crop is the best of all, And we'll all be glad that we planted the Christmas tree.

There's Music Everywhere. (Pat's Pick, page 1; Franklin Square No. 1, page 84.) 4 Flats There's music in the air When the infant morn is nigh, And faint its blush is seen On the bright and laughing sky. Chokus—Many a harp's ecstatic sound, With its thrill of joy profound, While we list enchanted there. To the music in the air