AN OLD BRASS LOCKET.
Copyright, 1894, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words and Music by Harry Dacre.
Wand'ring by the margin of the sailors' graves,
Gazing on the powerful and heartless waves,
Thinking of the souls at sea, how they all might envy me;
As I pause and ponder o'er the storm-toss'd ships,
With a prayer for mercy on my trembling lips,
Suddenly a billow casts upon the shore
An old brass locket, from one who is no more.
An old brass locket, cast up by the waves:
An old brass locket from the sailors' graves;
Inside there's a portrait, stained by ocean foam.
Of a sweetheart who is wailing in a distant home.
Twined around the portrait is a golden tress,
Treasured in sweet memory of happiness:
Truth and beauty here we trace, in the maiden's fair, young face.
Maybe she is wailing for him day by day,
Little she may dream his soul has passed away.
I will keep the locket, brazen, stained and old-
A priceless emblem of love unsoiled by gold.- Chorus.