Sung by: Mary Frances (Mrs. G.H.) Caldwell
Recorded in Pine Bluff, AR 11/10/62

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(Comment by Dr. Wolf: "She learned these songs . . . Where'd you say you learned them? . . . All right. She learned these songs around Fordyce, Arkansas.")

A passing policeman
Found a little child.
She walked beside him,
Dried her tears, and smiled.
Said he to her kindly,
"Darling, do not cry.
I will find your mother
For you by and by."

At the station, when he
Asked her for her name,
She answered, "Jenny."
It caused him to exclaim,
"At last of your mother,
I now have a trace.
Your little features
Bring back her sweet face."

"Do not cry, my little darling;
I will take you right home.
Come and sit down close beside me;
Nevermore from me you shall roam.
For you were a babe in arms
When your mother left me one day,
Left me alone,
Deserted my home,
And took you, my child, away.

"'Twas all through a quarrel,
Mad . . . jealousy.
She vowed then to leave me,
Womanlike, you see.
Oh, how I loved her.
Grief near drove me wild.
"Papa, you are crying,"
Lisped the little child.

Suddenly the door at
The station opened wide.
"Have you seen my darling?"
An anxious mother cried.
Husband and wife then,
Meeting face to face.
All is soon forgiven,
In one fond embrace.

(Dr. Wolf: "Did you learn that from your father?"
Mrs. Caldwell: "No, no, I didn't."
Dr. Wolf: "Do you remember who taught you that one?"
Mrs. Caldwell: "John Owens, my brother-in-law. He was my brother-in-law. He was a musician, and he loved to play the violin and the guitar."
Dr. Wolf: "What's the name of that song?"
Mrs. Caldwell: "It's just called 'Passing Policeman.')

Also found in Randolph, Vol. IV, #728, "The Lost Child."

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