HOWARD'S CRADLE SONG.
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.