1900 in Music - Recorded Popular Music

Recorded Popular Music

  • "American Patrol"
    - Sousa's Band
  • "A Bird in a Gilded Cage"
    - Harry Macdonough
  • "Doan Ye Cry, Mah Honey"
    - S. H. Dudley
  • "The Duchess Of Central Park"
    - Harry Macdonough
  • "For Old Time's Sake"
    - Will F. Denny
  • "Just Because She Made Dem Goo-Goo Eyes"
    - Dan W. Quinn
  • "Lead, Kindly Light"
    - The Haydn Quartet
  • "A Love-Lorn Lily"
    - Harry Macdonough
  • "Ma Blushin' Rosie"
    - Albert C. Campbell
  • "My Sunflower Sue"
    - Arthur Collins with The Metropolitan Orchestra
  • "O! That We Two Were Maying"
    - Harry Macdonough & Florence Hayward
  • "Strike Up the Band"
    - Dan W. Quinn
  • "Tell Me Pretty Maiden"
    - Lyric Theatre Chorus p. Paul Rubens
  • "When Reuben Comes To Town"
    - Dan W. Quinn on Victor Records
  • "When You Were Sweet Sixteen"
    - Jere Mahoney
  • "Where The Sweet Magnolias Grow"
    - Haydn Quartet

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