THE SONGS OF LONG AGO.
Copyright, 1893, by Geo. T. Worth St Co.
Words by Roland Hennessy. Music by Chas. J. Wilson.
I sat In evening's twilight gloom and heeded not time's fleeting,
Sweet melody filled all the room, which set my heart a-beating.
I loved the dear old-fashioned airs the player was a-thrumming,
They drove away the thought of cares, I found myself a-humming:
"Maxwelton braes are bonnie, where early fa's the dew,
And it's there that Annie Laurie gie'd me her promise true."
The songs of long ago, sweet mem'ries of the past,
Their music, soft and low, makes weary hearts beat fast.
We list while gently fall the notes we so well know,
Ah me! I love them all, the songs of long ago.
My childhood's home I saw once more, my eyes were then a-blinking,
I wandered back to days of yore, which started me a-thinking,
I found myself at mother's knee and heard her sweetly singing,
Her saintly features I could see, while in my heart was ringing:
"Hush! my babe, lie still and slumber,
Holy angels guard thy bed." - Chorus.
I thought I was at school again, and saw the same old faces,
All things appeared as they were then, in old familiar places;
While sweetest fancies filled my brain, my mind was calmly straying,
I wakened in the twilight when the music stopped a-playing:
"The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,
The moss-covered bucket that hung in the well." - Chorus.