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The Letter Edged in Black

I was standing by my window yesterday morning
Without a throught of worry or a care
When I saw the postman swinging up the pathway
With such a cherry smile and jaunty air

He rang the bell and whistled while he waited
And then he said good morning to you Jack
But he little knew the sorrow he had brought me
When he handed me a letter edged in black

With a trebling hand I took the letter from him
I broke the seal and this is what it said
Come home my boy your poor old father wants you
Come home my boy your dear old mothers dead

The last words your mother ever spoke were
Tell my boy I want him to come back
My eyes are blurred my poor old heart is breaking
As Im writing you this letter edged in black

Those angry words I wish I had never spoken
You know I did not mean them don’t you Jack
May the Angels carry with them am asking
Your forgiveness in this letter edged in black

I bow my head in silence and in sorrow
The sunshine of my life it all has fled
Since the postman brought that letter yesterday morning
Stayin come home my boy your dear old mothers dead

Poor Little Joe

While strolling one night through New Yorks gay throng
I met a poor boy who was singing a song
And although he was smiling he wanted for bread
And although he was singing he wished himself dead
I spoke to this poor boy out in the snow
He had no place to shelter him no where to go
No Mother to guide him in the grave she is low
Lost on the cold street was poor little Joe

Cold blew the blast down came the snow
He had no place to shelter him no where to go
No MOther to guide him in the grave she was low
Died on the cold street did poor little Joe

A carriage passed by with a lady inside
I looked on poor Joes face and saw that he cried
He followed the carriage she not even smilied
but fondly caressing her own darling child
I looked on this wail and I thought it was odd
If this poor ragged urchin forgotten by God
And I saw by the firelight that shone in the snow
The pale deathly features of poor little Joe

The lights had gone out and the clock had struck one
Along came a policeman whos duty was done
I could tell by the sound of his duty heavy feet
You’d think he was sinking the grave of the deep
Oh what is this the policeman said
It was poor little Joe on the ground he was dead
With his face turned to heaven all covered with snow
Died on the cold street did poor little Joe

The Little Old Church in The Valley

In the little old church in the valley
Where I first learned of sorrow and joy
I can see mother there with her head bowed in prayer
As she prayed for her wandering boy
Oh twas there that I first found my Sally
Like an angel on earth so it seems
As she sang sweet and low in the long long ago
In the little old church of my dreams

The Butcher’s Boy

In London City where I did dwell
A butcher’s boy I loved so well
He courted me my life away
And with me then he would not stay

I went up stairs to go to bed
And nothing to my mother said
But mother said your acting queer
What is the trouble my daughter dear

Oh mother dear you need not know
The pain and sorrow grief and woe
Give me a chair and set me down
With pen and ink to write words down

Oh dig my grave both wide and deep
And place a marble at my feet
Upon my breast a snow white dove
To show the world that I died for love

And when her father first came home
Where is my girl where has she gone
He went upstairs the door he broke
And found her hanging to a rope

He took his knife and cut her down
And in her bosom these words he found
A silly girl am I you know
To hang myself for the butchers boy

When Its Lamp Lighting Time In The Valley

There’s a lamp shining bright in a cabin
In the window it’s shining for me
I know my dear mother is praying
For the boy she is longing to see

When its lamp lighting time in the valley
And In dreams I go back to my home
I can see that old lamp in the window tonight
It will guide me wherever I roam

In the lamp light each night I can see her
As she rocks in her chair to and fro
Tho she prays that I’ll come back to see her
But I no that I never can go

As she lights up the lamp and sitts waiting
Though she knows not the crime I have done
Tho I hope to meet her again sometime
Up in Heaven where life’s race is won

When its lap lighting time in the valley
Then in dreams I go back to my home
But Ive sinned against my friends and my loved ones
And now I must ever more roam

Your As Welcome As The Flowers In May

Las night I dreamed a sweet sweet dream
I thought I saw my home sweet home
And oh how grand it all did seem
I made a vow no more to roam
By the dear old village church I strolled
While the bell in the steeple sadly told
I saw my Daddy old and gray
I thought I heard my Mother say

Your as welcom as the flowers in May
And we love you in the same old way
We’ve been waiting for you day by day
Your as welcome as the flowers in May

I thought I saw my sweetheart Bess
And once again we pledged our love
I listened to her low sweet yes
The moon was shinning from above
We talked of happy days of yore
And the day that I left my home heart sore
My thoughts are many mines away
I long to hear my Sweetheart say

When The Works All Done This Fall

A group of jolly cowboys discusing plans at ease
Says one I’ll tell you something boys if you will listen please
I am an old cow puncher and tho here Im dressed in rags
I used to be a tough one and take on great big jogs
But Ive got a home boys a good one you all know
Although I haven’t seen it since very long ago
But Im going back to [Dixie] once more to see them all
I’m going to see my mother when the works all done this fall

After the round ups over after the shippings done
Im going straight home boys ere all my moneys gone
Ive changed my ways boys no more will I fall
And Im going home to mother when the works all done this fall
When I left my home boys my mother for me cried
She begged me not to go boys for me she would have died
Mothers heart is breaking its breaking for me thats all
So Im going to see my mother when the works all done this fall

That very night this cowboy went out to stand his guard
The weather it was strong and raining very hard
The cattle they got frightened and rushed a wild stampede
The cowboy tried to herd them while riding at full speed
While riding in the darkness so loudly he did shout
The saddle horse did stumble and on him did fall
And he’ll not see his mother when the works done this fall

His body was so mangled
The boys all through him dead
They picked him up so gently and laid him on his bed
He opened wide his blue eyes and looking all around
He motioned to his comrads to sit near him on the ground
Boys send my mother my wages the wages I have earned
For Im afraid boys my last star that I have turned
Im going to a new range I hear my masters call
And I’ll not see my mother when the works all done this fall

Joe take my saddle Bill you take my bed
Pete you take my pistol after I am dead
Think of them kindly as you gaze up on them all
And give my love to mother when the works all done next fall
Poor Charlie was burried at sunrise no toombstone at his head
Nothing but a little board and this is what it said
Poor Charlie died at daybreak he died from a fall
And he’ll not see his mother when the works all done this fall

A Gangster’s Warning

I was brought up by kind parents
I once was their pride and joy
I got to drinking and gambling
Wild life got the best of their boy
Some pals took me out on a robbery
I thought just for once would be fun
But one crime led to another
Till it led to the use of a gun

In my pocket I carry a pistol
Its never away from my side
The notches thats carved in the handle
Tell how more than one man has died
Im leading a trail that is crooked
My foul lay around every den
I no that some day this will get me
I dread to think of the end

It seems there’s no hope for a gangster
Not a moment of peace to be found
Wherever I go I am hunted
LIke a fox that is chased by a hound
Its true I would like to be honest
But I know its too late to begin
For when you join with a ganster
Its a game that is played to the end

I wish I had listened to mother
She said there would be days like this
I lost all my true friends and sweethearts
No more shall I know their sweet bliss
So young men keep way from that company
Thats how I troded in wrong
And don’t let your pals try to kid your
Remember the words of this song.

The Dying Cowboy

One evening at sunset as I rode o-re the prairie
The nightengales singing and all things so gay
I chanced as I spied there a handsom young cowboy
All dressed in white linen and this he did say

Oho beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly
And play the “Dead March” as you bare me along
Take me to the prairie and turn the sod o’re me
For Im a wild cowboy and I know I did wrong

Oh once in my saddle I used to go dashing
Oh once in my saddle I used to go gay
But I first took to drinking and then to card playing
Got shot in the breast and Im dying today

Go gather together my friends ‘mong the cowboys’
And bit them lament their companion’s sad fate
And go tell the others this warning I give them
Go quit their wild roving before its to late

Will somebody write to my poor aged mother
And send the sad news to my sister so dear
And still there’s another more dear than the other
Who would bitterly weef if she knew I were here

Get six gay young cowboys to carry my coffin
And six fair young maids to go singing along
Let each of them carry a bunch of red roses
To strew ore the grave of a boy who done wrong

Will somebody fetch me a cup of cold water
A cup of cold water the poor fellow said
But ere they had brought it his sould had departed
And fled to it’s Maker the Cowboy was dead

The Mansion of Aching Hearts

The last dance was over the music had ceased
And the dancers were leaving the hall
A few men were saying their last good-byes
To the beautiful belle of the ball
Alone by the window a man sadly stands
His heart she has stolen away
And just as he gazed on her beautiful face
He was startled to hear someone say

She lives in a mansion of aching hearts
She’s one of a restless throng
The diamonds that glitter around her throat
Speak both of sorrow and song
The smile on her face is only a mask
And many the tear that starts
For sadden it seems when of Mother she dreams
In a Mansion of aching hearts

Alone by the fireside a man sadly looks
At a picture that hangs on the wall
He has never fogotten the sad sweet face
of the beatiful belle of the ball
Hes reading fher letter my picture I send
I have loved you but only in vain
Only to forget that we ever have met
Then he thinks with a heart full of pain