MY TRUNDLE BED; OR, RECOLLECTIONS OF A CHILDHOOD
BALLAD
AS SUNG BY Lizzie Hutchinson, of the Hutchinson family.
COMPOSED BY JOHN C BAKER.
CHICAGO: Published by H.M. Higgins, 117 Randolph St.
Entered according to Act of Congress, A.D. 1860, by H.M. HIGGINS, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Northern District of Illinois.
MY TRUNDLE BED.
Moderato. J. C. BAKER
1. As I rummag'd thro' the attic, List'ning to the falling rain, As it patter'd on the shingles And against the window pane; Peeping over chests and boxes, Which with dust were thickly spread; Saw I in the farthest corner What was once my trundle bed.
2. So I drew it from the recess, Where it
had remain'd so long, Hearing all the while the music Of my
mother's voice in song; As she sung in sweetest accents,
What I since have often read--Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber,
Holy angels guard thy bed."
3. As I listen'd, recollections, That I thought had been forgot, Came with all the gush of mem'ry, Rushing, thronging to the spot; And I wander'd back to childhood, To those merry days of yore, When I knelt beside my mother, By this bed upon the floor.
4. Then it was with hands so gently Placed up on my infant head, That she taught my lips to utter Carefully the words she said; Never can they be forgotten, Deep are they in mem'ry riven--"Hallowed be thy name, O, Father! Father! thou who are in heaven."
5. This she taught me, then she told me Of its
import, great and deep--After which I learned to utter "Now I
lay me down to sleep:" Then it was with hands uplifted,
And in accents soft and mild, That my mother asked--"Our Father!
Father! do you bless my child!"
6. Years have pass'd, and that dear mother, Long has
moulder'd 'neath the sod, And I trust her sainted spirit Revels
in the home of God: But that scene at summer twilight,
Never has from mem'ry fled, And it comes in all its freshness
When I see my trundle bed.
Entered according to Act of Congress A.D. 1860, by H.M. HIGGINS, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Northern District of Illinois
My Trundle Bed.
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Rag-Cake Walk. March-Two-Step 50.
By C. N. BUCHANAN Author of Sons of Love. K.M.K.C. March
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C. N. BUCHANAN
Tempo di Marcia.
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Copyright 1899 by C. N. Buchanan.
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DOUGLAS FUNERAL MARCH
Composed by H. GRANTE, Chicago.
Published by A. JUDSON HIGGINS
Entered according to Act of Congress A.D. 1861 by A. Judson Higgins in the Clerks Office of U.S. District Court of the Northern Districts
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DOUGLAS FUNERAL MARCH
H. Grante
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IN MEMORY OF SERGEANT ALFRED A. WALKER. 72 Regt Ills (Illinois) Vols (Volunteers)
We shall miss you Dearest Brother. SONG & CHORUS
Words by Chas. Haynes. Music by Edward Haynes.
CHICAGO. Published by ROOT & CADY 95 Clark St.
Eastern Agency--W.B. Bradbury 425 Broome St. New York. Entered according to Act of Congress AD 1864 by Root-Cady in the Clerks Office of the Dist Court (?) for the North Dist of Illinois----
WE SHALL MISS YOU, DEAREST BROTHER.
Words by Chas Haynes -- Music by Edward Haynes
Tenderly Piano
1. We shall miss you, dearest brother, When the boys come back again; For they left you, noble brother, On the field among the slain. When your country called you, brother, Forth you went for her to fight; But in the first great battle, brother, You fell bleeding for the right.
2. When the charge was ordered, brother, You feared not to face the foe; But amid the bravest, brother. Met the shaft that laid you low. When the fireside group assemble, There will be one vacant seat; Up on their lips your name will tremble, But you ne'er can with them meet.
3. But in heaven, dearest brother, We shall meet when life is o'er; And from you, our noble soldier, We shall ne'er be parted more. In those peaceful mansions, brother, Death and sorrow cannot come. And war shall not disturb us, brother, In that blessed happy home.
Chorus.
Air. Alto. Tenor. Base. Piano.
Dying for your country brother, for your country brother, dying for your country brother, for your country brother. Dying on the battle plain....O sweet will be your mem'ry. Dying on the battle plain....O sweet will be your mem'ry brother, 'Till in heav'n we meet again. sweet your mem'ry brother, brother, sweet your mem'ry brother, 'Till in hea'vn we meet again.