THE DOCTOR CAME TOO LATE.
Copyright, 1894, by Jas. Horton.
Words by Horton & Kershaw. Music by James Horton.
Romping 'neath a cottage window, was a pretty boy so fair;
On his cheeks the bloom of roses, with a wealth of golden hair,
Mamma smiled upon her darling, as none but a mother can,
Thinking of the distant future when her boy would be a man.
The mamma's little darling son. bright angel boy,
Just one sweet, little kiss, oh, what heavenly bliss, papa's little joy;
You tiny, cupid boy, you are admired by all; soothing, healing many a pain;
The sun seems to smile with delight, as he jumps around with glee.
Then she breathed a tender blessing for her dear bright angel lad.
Never dreaming for one moment that her heart would soon be sad,
But her fondest hopes were blighted, and that mother mourned her fate,
For a passing cur struck down her child, and the doctor said too iate.
The doctor came too late, too late, to save her darling lad;
The mother, frantic, tore her hair, and friends around were sad;
God spare my child, the mother shrieked: don't let him pass the gate;
The poor boy smiled, then all was still, the doctor came too late.
Chorus & 3d Verse.
The mother she could not believe her darling boy was dead;
She brought his little playthings out and put the'm on his bed;
She kissed his fair and pallid cheeks, then wiped away a tear
That trickled down the face of him whom she had loved so dear.
The father, coming home from work, looked for his fair-haired boy;
He missed that bonnie, laughing face, which was his only joy;
It was the good old Christmas time, when every heart was glad,
And In each pocket be had hid a present for his lad.
The doctor came too late, too late, those loving hands are cold,
That little tongue no more will wag, nor baby tales unfold;
Those little feet no more will romp outside the garden gate;
Two loving hearts are broken now, the doctor came too late.