THE MOTHER OF THE GIRL I LOVE.
Copyright, 1897, by Wm. B. Gray.
Words and music by Wm. B. Gray.
The old court house was crowed, all within began to stare,
When a gray-haired woman charged with theft sat in the pris'ner's chair:
Her lawyer said, "My client is a widow, old and poor,
And of the crime with which she's charged, is Innocent, I'm sure."
The judge then to the woman said, "If innocent you be,
And very poor, as stated by your counselor to me,
I'd like to have you tell me how can you afford to pay
This bright, young, able lawyer for defending you to-day."
Silence was her answer, low she bowed her head,
When the boyish looking counselor arose and softly said,
"'Tis not for gold I'm here, sir, but a value far above,
For the pris'ner is the mother of the girl I love."
The bright young lawyer pleaded on and proved conclusively,
By time and date the aged pris'ner guilty could not be:
The judge said, "Lady, yon're discharged, "then wiped away a tear,
And added," 'Twas a pity and a shame to bring you here."
A gray-haired man then took the youthful lawyer by the band,
And said, "You've acted nobly, sir, the speech you made was grand;"
Then turning to the lady he said, "Madam, I will pay
This manly fellow's charges for his services to-day"-Chorus.