Copyright, 1896, by A. Scull & Co.
Words and Music by Will F. McNulty.
Beneath a tree In the old church yard
I saw a man kneel in prayer;
I paused to see if his face I knew,
And wondered what brought him there.
His eyes were bleared and tearful,
He rose to turn away;
Again he kneeled o'er a new-made grave,
And thus I heard him pray:
"Our Father who art in Heav'n above,
Hallowed be thy name,
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done."
He 'rose and went away.
'Twas then his face I saw,
And his story well I knew,
Of a man whose heart was broken
By a wife who was untrue;
She robbed him of his love and home,
Cursed and wrecked his life.
He returns to-day to kneel and pray
O'er the grave of a faithless wife.
"I'm only a poor old tramp," he sighed,
As he wiped away a tear;
"I've come to pray o'er a lonely grave,
My sweetheart sleepeth here.
Yes. once she was my sweetheart,
But that was long ago,
Before love's vows were broken, sir,
And I a tramp was known,"
Our Father who art in Heav'n above, etc.