Show Ji e r The Bye Bye-Bye Chair The reign o dad Is the dusky reign mother may hold the throne All the day but tea away daddy comes Into his own Oho then then crown o 0 the tasseled cap robe o the dressing gown Im I'm king at night by honest right though a slave to trade down town What news Is this by Courier Cat One marching to destroy I Invasion led by one o 0 rank rank rank-by by Emperor boy Billy Again tle proved my kingly crown Is parlous thing to wear near Heres Here's siege and scaling rout and sack of Fortress Easy Chair And now retreat My kingly ruse The sofa sota citadel What Mined beneath Then up white flag To kingly hopes farewell Hold 0 O bombarding cushion host I yield to puissant Bill The emperor has won to-night to I live to todo todo todo do his will The victors victor's terms terms' Nor harsh are they a kiss a toss or two My tyrant these I gladly yield to such a alord alord alord lord as you vou Now crib What no no Your Tour mothers mother's arms I grant the boon with joy Ho up the stair Good queen prepare Heres Here's Emperor Billy bo May I sit down in town Slumber and listen lis listen listen lis- lis ten to the tunes That mother voice in cadence soft sott and tender accents croons Let me sit down in this dear realm ream whose throne Is built so fair fair fair- The throne no man man may eer dispute a dispute a mothers mother's Bye le Chair Im I'm hungry for far the quaint old songs old lullabies my dear The Now is dim the Then shines clear as I am here I feel teel the clasp of ot mother arms come i round me in the gloom I II I seem to hear another arother voice within this hallowed room The thrill of ot time old-time melodies is in that mystic sound The sanctity of time old-time love me round The World at times has beat me back in battles I have hav fought Not always has the god Success touched tasks in which I wrought Full oft has Fortune dealt a blow instead of f bent to bless And heartache followed close upon the heels of happiness But often orten when a solemn song of woe my heart intoned And often otten when the spirit writhed and andall andall andall all my nature groaned Then stole refrain that softened pain not phrased by mortal tongue But Dut born of ot old and sweet the sweet the songs my Imy mother sung When in the dusk she held me close and gently stroked my hair And bore me with her down to Sleep In that old Bye Bye-Bye Chair My boyhood's friend went wrong to-day to the same old story dear Temptation yielding sin and fall And thoughtless sneer But Dut I who sit here by your our side and I hear you sing Bing to night And gaze behind me Mme on the years with love and faith alight I do not pride my feet upon the therace therace therace race they've made But Dut search my heart and bless the part that mother love has played I know he lacked the mother hands that fondly press and mold I know he lacked licked the mother smile that turns the dro dross dros s to gold old And at the roads cross where the tracks of Right and Wrong are dim There was no shining mother light to point the way to him The callous cynics of the world gage sin by what is done donto But nut I can measure life lite by love of mother to her son And God who knows knows the human heart has merc mercy dear to spare To him whose strength soul was not won Chair in mothers mother's Bye De Sleep little boy boy my my boy Billy The World is just outside It does docs not fight the pillow fight Us stern in wrath and pride Its blows are blows that shiver strength it smiles to see a fall tall It does s not pity Idle tears nor heed a cravens craven's call Yet victory is not to him who wantonly gives pain Who wrests their weapons from the weak and tramples on the slain For chivalry It is not dead nor honor but a name And bitter scorn be meed of him who brings his mother shame Yet he who harking back to youth y tes es forth and nobly tries To color life lite to match the light that shines from mothers mother's eyes eves And he who with his earnest faith his after atter life lite attunes To those old songs of honest love his mother softly croons May 1 walk ad own the ways was of Life Lire and andIn andin andin in his daily dally prayer Thank God that all his best was born in that old Bye Bye-Bye Chair Holman Day I In iq Pearsons Pearson's for Decem Decem- ber bel 0 |