MY MOTHERS OLD SLIPPER
Copyright, 1887, by Frank P. Anderson.
How well I remember the days of my childhood,
Its joys and deep sorrows, its pleasures and fears;
But nothing e'er left a more lasting impression,
Than mother's old slipper-its horrors and tears.
My mother's old slipper, the terrible slipper.
That loose fitting slipper my mother did wear;
When ever I think of the days of my childhood.
My mother's old slipper is sure to be there.
I have met with disaster, and braved many dangers.
Been threatened with extermination and death;
Have been shipwrecked and left on a desolate island,
But mother's old slipper! the thought takes my breath!- Chorus.
I ne'er can forget her sweet smiles and caresses,
Her warm loving kisses and tenderly care;
How often she'd cheer me with kind words of comfort,
But mother's old slipper still raises my hair.-Chorus.
If I should displease her, be cross or unruly.
Grow sulky or careless, refuse to obey;
'Twos but for a moment-I knew what was coming-
My mother's old slipper soon carried the day.-Chorus.
I have studied at school, and have struggled to master
My lessons, in fact, I was called rather bright;
But as to real smartness, without hesitation,
My mother's old slipper produced it at at sight.-Chorus.
If I stood at the table while eating my dinner,
And sister should whisper: "Sit down, Charlie, pray!"
I would give such a look of complete desolation,
"My mother's old slipper," was all I could say.-Chorus.