American Old Time Song Lyrics: 46 The Little Toy Drum
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 46
THE LITTLE TOY DRUM.
Copyright, MDCCCXCV, by Henry J. Wehman.
Words and Music by Charles Graham.
"Now, Papa," said Benny, "please tell us again
The tale of the little toy drum Mamma keeps?"
"'Twas your uncle's," he said, "boy, who went to
In a spot far away with brave heroes he sleeps-
On his birthday your dear mother gave it to him;
She was proud of her gay little brother, I know;
He put on a big one when war was declared,
And told us, a drummer boy, with us he'd go."
The little toy drum, with its ribbons and all,
He treasured so much, years ago,
He gave to your mother, and answered the call
For soldiers And heroes, you know;
She placed it away on the very same day
That she heard he would never come back,
And the little toy drum with her always will stay,
That was left by your Uncle Jack.
The rub-a-dub-dub of his drum could be heard
Away in the front and inspiring the men,
But one day it was silent-we found him that night,
With the drum by his side, he would ne'er beat again;
Your mother is sad when she thinks of his fate,
And, although of the story she seldom will speak,
She knows that a brave little hero was he,
And the thought brings the blushes of pride to her
cheek." - Chorus.