Letter edged in black
I was stnding by my window yesterday morning Without a thought of worry or of care When I saw the postman coming up the pathway With such a jolly self and happy air We rang the bell and whistled while he waited Then he said good morning to you Jack But he little knew the sorrow that he brought me As he handed me a letter edged in black With trembling hands I took the letter from him Opened it and this is what it said Come home my boy your poor old father wants you Come home my boy your dear old mother's dead The last words that your mother ever uttered Was tell my boy I want him to come back My eyes are blurred my poor old heart is breaking While I'm writing you this letter edged in black