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  Take me back to the days, 
               C              G
      When the old red cradle rocked, 
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      In the sunshine of years that have fled; 
            G
     To the good old trusty days 
              C              G
     When the door was never locked, 
            C                     D
     And we judged our neighbours truth 
                G
     By what he said. 
          D
     I re-member of my years, 
           G
     I had numbered almost seven, 
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     The old red cradle stood against the wall. 
           G
     I was youngest of the five 
         C                G
     And two were gone to Heaven, 
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     But the old red cradle rocked us all. 
  
     Chorus: 
                         C           G
       Rocking, rocking, gently rock-ing, 
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       Keeping time with the tick 
                             D
       Of the clock upon the wall; 
       G              C       G
       One by one the seconds marking, 
           C       D                G
       The old red cradle rocked us all. 
 
       By it's side father paused 
       With a little time to spare, 
       And the care lines would soften on his brow; 
       Oh, 'twas but a little while 
       That I knew a father's care, 
       But I fancy in my dreams I see him now. 
       And if there came a day  
       When my cheeks were flushed and hot, 
       When I did not mind my porridge or my play, 
       I would clamber up it's side and the pain would be forgot, 
       While the old red cradle rocked away. 
                        Chorus 
       It cradled one and all 
       Brothers and sisters in it lay, 
       And it gave me the sweetest rest I've known; 
       But tonight the tears will flow, 
       And I'll let them have their way, 
       For the passing years are leaving me alone. 
       By my mother it was rocked 
       When the evening meal was laid, 
       And again I seem to see her as she smiled; 
       When the rest were all in bed 
       It was then she knelt to pray, 
       By the old red cradle and her child. 
                        Chorus 
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