SINCE MOTHER'S GONE.
Copyright, 1894, by F. J. Tierney.
Composed by F J. Tierney.
There's such a change in all things 'round-the kettle has a dreary sound,
The willow droops quite to the "round, since dear old mother's gone.
The children go with ragged clothes, there's none to mend their broken toes;
The day seems long, night darker grows, since dear old mother's gone.
Then cherish your mother while she is near,
Do not in anger cause her a tear,
For sadly you'll miss her when she Is gone;
Remember then to comfort her before life's task is done.
The father's there, but dear old man, although he does the best he can,
He hasn't such a tender hand, since dear old mother's gone.
Oh, lonely house, oh, empty chair, in fancy mother's seated there;
It brings our hearts 'most to despair, to think dear mother's gone.-Refrain.