THE LITTLE OLD RED SHAWL MY MOTHER WORE
or
MY MOTHER'S OLD RED SHAWL.
Song
Charles Moreland.


1. It now lies on the shelf, it is faded and torn,
That dear old shawl my mother worn,
'Tis all that is left for this heart to adore,
To bring to mind those happy days of yore;
How often the hands to these folds have been press'd,
That now beneath the daisies are at rest;
The tears come unbidden and silently fall,
To gleam like gems on Mother's old red shawl.

CHORUS

It is useful no more,
Yet I fondly adore
That dear old shawl my mother wore;
And thro' life it shall be
A loved treasure to me,
That little old red shawl my mother wore.

2. Oh, my heart often aches with a dull throbbing pain,
When childhood visions come again,
And sadly I think of the days that are past,
Too joyous and too beautiful to last;
Oh, fond, lovely childhood, made bright by the smile
Of one whose love could ev'ry care beguile;
How gladly I'd fly from the world's bitter thrall,
To seek the heart of that throbb'd beneath this shawl.

3. Oh, how brightly her face to my mem'ry appears,--
That face, so dear to childhood's years,
How sweet sounds her voice, with a cadence of love,
Though now 'tis tuned to melodies above;
For life glides away like a tale that is told,
But joys of childhood never can grow old;
And visions of mother, so dear to us all,
Come back whene'er I see her old red shawl.

Copyright, MDCCCLXXXV [1885], by G.W. Warren & Co

Sheet music online here:

https://archive.org/details/1885-old-red-shawl-aka-red-flannel-drawers