CRADLE'S EMPTY BABY'S GONE. As Sung at Ford's, by Barlow, Wilson, Primrose & West's Minstrels Words and Music by Harry Kennedy. Author of "A Flower from Mother's Grave"
Little empty cradle, treasured now [with care] Though thy precious burden it has fled. How we miss the locks of curly golden hair, Peeping from thy tiny snow-white bed, When the dimpled cheeks and little laughing eyes From the rumpled pillow shone, Then I gazed with gladness, now I look and sigh; Empty is the cradle, Baby's gone.
Baby left her cradle for the golden shore, O'er the silv'ry waters she has flown, Gone to join the angels peaceful evermore; Empty is the cradle Baby's gone.
Near a shady valley stands a grassy mound, Underneath my little darling sleeps. Blossoms sweet, and roses cluster all around; Over-head the willow silent weeps There I laid my loved one in the long ago, And my heart does sadly moan, Though she's with the angels, still I fain would weep? Empty is the cradle, Baby's gone. - Cho.
Wm. J. Schmidt, 360 Mulberry Street, Baltimore. Publisher of American, English, Irish, Dutch, Negro, Sailor, Soldier, Comic, Humorous, College, Sentimental, Social and Religious Choice Selected Songs.
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