In a room so lonely and cherless sits a woman all alone
By her a cradle stands empty and Dorrit she sobs and she moans
My husband he no longer loves me his love and our dear baby died
I'll leave him at home forever without him this old world abide
She packed baby's things in the bundle while the tears rolled down her cheeks
I never no never would leave him if ever a kind word he'd speak
Just then the door softly was open a man took the bandle away
He lay the things out on the table and softly to her he did say
One little stockin' for our dear one little blue shoe is for me
The baby's wrap and its smallest cup we'll keep in memory
One lock of hair is for you dear see how the golden curl shines
We'll keep a smile while she sleeps for she is the tie that binds