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O where tell me where has my little brother gone

O where tell me where has my little brother gone

Tune: THE LITTLE MOURNER
Published in 3 hymnals

Representative Text

Eliza.
1 O where, tell me where, has my little brother gone?
O where, tell me where, has my little brother gone?
The morning lark awakes, and sings at early dawn of day,
But yet I cannot play alone; where doth my brother stay?

2 O where, tell me where, has my little brother gone?
O where, tell me where, has my little brother gone?
The butterfly is glancing bright across the sunbeam's track
Yet now no more I chase its flight, call my brother back?

3 O where, tell me where, has my little brother gone?
O where, tell me where, has my little brother gone?
The flowers are blooming sweetly that we sow'd around the tree,
And pretty clusters load the vine, O call him back to me!

4 O where, tell me where, has my little brother gone?
O where, tell me where, has my little brother gone?

Mother.
He cannot hear thy voice, my child, he cannot come to thee,
And that sweet face that oft hath smiled, no more on earth thoul't see.

Eliza.
5 O where, tell me where, has my little brother gone?
O where, tell me where, has my little brother gone?

Mother.
A rose's short, bright life of joy was only to him given,
And thou must play alone, my child, thy brother is in heaven.

Eliza.
6 Alone! all alone! O I cannot play alone!
Alone! all alone! O I cannot play alone!
And has he left his birds and flowers, and must I call in vain,
And through the long long summer hours will he ne'er come again?

7 Alone! all alone! O I cannot play alone!
Alone! all alone! O I cannot play alone!
And by the brook and in the glade are all our wand'rings o'er!
O while my brother with me play'd, would I had loved him more.


Source: Linden Harp: a rare collection of popular melodies adapted to sacred and moral songs, original and selected. Illustrated. Also a manual of... #142

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First Line: O where tell me where has my little brother gone
Copyright: Public Domain

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Linden Harp #d115

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Linden Harp #142

The Church Harp. Rev. ed. #d94

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