Dear little boy of mine / lyric by J. Keirn Brennan music by Ernest R. Ball
MLA Citation
Ball, Ernest R., 1878-1927. “Dear little boy of mine / lyric by J. Keirn Brennan music by Ernest R. Ball.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 23 May 2022, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/32850. Accessed 15 Mar. 2025.
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Title | Dear little boy of mine / lyric by J. Keirn Brennan music by Ernest R. Ball |
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Subject | Songs (Medium voice) with piano |
Popular music -- 1911-1920 | |
Description | For voice and piano |
Caption title | |
Lyrics also printed as text on p. [1] | |
Inside back cover: Excerpts of One more day and The night wind | |
Back cover: Excerpt of Mother of pearl | |
Creator | Ball, Ernest R., 1878-1927 |
Source | Sheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University |
Publisher | New York : M. Witmark & Sons |
Date | 1918 |
Contributor | Brennan, J. Keirn, 1873-1948. Lyricist. |
Rights | |
Format | Sheet music |
Published works | |
image/jpeg | |
Type | Image |
Text | |
Identifier | SMC 01390 |
6995 Witmark;M.W.& Sons 15703 Witmark | |
https://digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/32850 | |
Alternative Title | First line of text: Oft when I'm lonely my memory swings back to your baby days;First line of chorus: Boy of mine, boy of mine, altho' my heart was aching |
References | https://maurice.bgsu.edu/record=b2351499~S9 |
VERSE 01: Oft when I’m lonely my memory swings/Back your baby days,/Feeling the joys that a baby brings/Out of God’s wond’rous ways;/Seeming to hear the first pray’r that you said,/Longing to tuck you in bed/There’s no one knows how I long for you now,/Here with my arms outspread. CHORUS: Boy of mine, Boy of mine,/Altho’ my heart was aching,/I seemed to know you’d want to go,/Pride in your manhood waking./I’ll be here, waiting, dear,/Till at a glad dawn’s breaking,/I’ll hear you say you’re home to stay,/Dear little boy of mine,/Dear little boy of mine. VERSE 02: Out of the mist of those wonderful years,/I see your baby smile,/Days when I kissed you and dried your tears/Seem such a little while;/Hearing the words mother taught you to say,/Watch you at your childish play,/for always in dreams, you’re with me it seems,/Just as you’ll be some day. | |
Original Format | 1 score (4 pages) 31 cm |