THE BABY ON THE SHORE
 
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The sun was shining brightly
Yes, shining as it had never shone before
We were thinking of the old folks at home
And we left the baby on the shore
Yes, we left the baby on the shore
A thing, which we had never done before
Oh, way down the old Swannee River
You will find the baby on the shore
We are leaving, leaving now forever
A thing, which we've never done before
If you see the mother tell her gently
She will find her baby on the shore.

In the far, far west the sun was setting
Yes, setting as it never set before
We were thinking of the old folks at home
And we found the baby on the shore
Yes, we found the baby on the shore
A thing, which we've never done before
So get the pipes and whiskey ready
And we'll feed the baby on the shore
A thing, which we've never done before
Oh, way down the Swannee River
We will feed the baby on the shore.

The moon was slowly rising
Yes, rising as it never rose before
We were feeling weary, very weary
And we sat upon the baby on the shore
Yes, we sat upon the baby on the shore
A thing, which we'd never done before
If you see the mother tell her gently
That we sat upon her baby on the shore
The baby's quietly sleeping
A thing, which it never did before
So, after all it is better
To leave the baby on the shore.
 
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Written and performed by George Crossmith Senior (1847-1912)
 
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