Rock-A-Bye Chair
Quite a dear old household treasure,
This rock-a-bye cane seated chair;
No arms to bump the baby’s head
As we rocked with restful pleasure.
Our darling babe so sweet and fair
Liked this chair better than her bed.
The rock-a-bye chair served as well
For a horse and buggy, or train,
As it did to rock babes to sleep.
Of the joy rides I'd like to tell
As they come rushing through my brain,
But my heart o’erflows and I weep.
Memories sweet, are also sad
As the dear past I would relate.
The baby hands holding so fast
To mother’s eardrops, as she had,