American Old Time Song Lyrics: 28 Howards Cradle Song

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 28

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Copyright, 1883. by J. F. Martindale.
Words by Henry J. Savers. Music by Frank Howard.

In a thatch-covered cot at the bend of the road,
That leads to the far distant town,
A mother sits singing her baby to sleep,
For the sun it is fast going down,
And the baby's bright eyes are heavy with sleep,
Still a white chubby arm fondly clings
Round that tired mother's neck, as she rocks to and fro,
And this old-fashioned lullaby sings:

Bye-low, baby Bunting, papa's gone a hunting
To get a little rabbit-skin to wrap his baby in

Now the twilight's gray shadows are shading the day,
And the hills wear a sun-guilded crest.
The mother stops singing, sweet smiles light her face.
And the baby lifts his head from her breast,
An echoing foot-fall is heard drawing near,
The door opens wide, baby springs
Into papa's strong arms, that will hold baby close
To his heart while for baby he sings:-Chorus.
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