Break the News to Mother Gently.
Copyright, 18M, by Frank Harding.
Words by Ed. R Marks. Music by Will. H. Fox.
There on the ground he lay, a fireman so brave;
He'd risked his life, he'd fallen, a little child to save;
Life's stream was ebbing fast away, his comrades all stood by,
And listened to his dying words, while tears bedimmed each eye:
Break the news to mother gently, tell her how her brave son died;
Tell her that he did his duty, as in life he ever tried;
Treat her Kindly, boys, a friend be to her when I'm dead and gone,
Break the news to mother gently, do not let her weep or mourn.
There in her home she rests, that mother old and gray,
She lost a son, but others they took his place that day;
And nobly do they care for her And honor her gray head.
In mem'ry of their comrade and the last words that he paid:-Chorus
There on the wall it bangs, within the engine room,
The picture of the bravest lad that ever faced his doom;
And, as they point it out and speak the virtues of the dead.
They tell about that awful night and the last words that he said:-Chorus.