My Trundle Bed or Recollections of Childhood

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Title

My Trundle Bed or Recollections of Childhood

Subject

Sheet music
Songs and music
Hutchinson Family Singers (Minneapolis, Minn.)
Children
Mother-child relationship
Nostalgia
Nostalgia in music
Hutchinson, Lizzie

Description

"As Sung by Lizzie Hutchinson, of the Hutchinson Family"

Lyrics depict singer's childhood memories with mother at their bedside after finding their old bed in an attic.

Creator

 Baker, John C.

Publisher

Abraham Lincoln Presidential Library and Museum

Date

1860

Contributor

 Higgins, H. M.

Format

pdf

Language

eng

Identifier

200180
Illinois Sheet Music Collection
M-N

Coverage

Chicago

Transcription

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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Status

Complete

Percent Completed

100

Weight

20

Original Format

6
34 cm

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