She Framed that Loving Picture of Her Boy.
As she kissed her boy that fond good-bye she started for her home,
She knew that they would never meet again;
She prayed that he might have his health while far from her he roamed,
And thought of him as he plowed the raging main.
But patiently she waited for his coming day by day,
And oftimes she would mention his dear "name;
And as that stranger handed her that picture of her boy,
To morrow it shall be within a frame.
She framed that loving picture, she framed that loving picture.
And to treasure it was her aim;
For it was her joy and of her darling boy,
And now she has placed it in a frame.
And after years it faded, though 'twas dear to her as gold.
And often she would gaze on it and cry-
And when his name was mentioned and his tale of life was told,
Then from her heart would come a mournful sigh.
At last the time it came when her life of sorrow was done,
As she bid this world good-bye amidst her pain;
And the last words she whispered while upon her dying bed:
Oh, God, protect that picture in the frame.-Chorus.