KISS MY DEAR OLD MOTHER, JACK.
By George Bruce and Felix McGlennon.
Far away from dear Columbia,
In a land across the foam,
Lies a mother’s darling dying,
Far from kindred, friends and home;
And his comrade kneels beside him,
With the tear-drops in his eye,
Listening to the poor lad’s message
As he says the last good-bye.
Chorus.
Kiss my dear old mother, Jack,
And say it came from me,
The boy who ran away from home,
And went across the sea;
Ask her to forgive me, Jack,
Her wild and erring lad,
And say that I died with a prayer on my lips,
For her and dad.
Ah! the day I well remember,
That I ran away to sea,
Dad and I had hotly quarrelled,
And in passion he struck me,
I struck him back, oh! Heaven, forgive me!
To the docks I made my way,
Stowed myself on board a vessel
That was due to sail that day.—Chorus.
Bear the message to my mother,
How I died a life to save,
How I snatched a helpless infant
From a cruel fiery grave;
An humble cottage fiercely burning,
A frantic mother shrieking wild,
’Mongst the flames I dashed like lightning,
Gave my life but saved the child.—Chorus.
Copyright, 1892, by Frank Tousey. The complete words and music of this song will be sent by mail for 20 cents. Address, Frank Tousey, Publisher, 34 and 36 North Moore Street, New York. Catalogues sent free upon application.