THE BABY THAT NEVER CAME.
Copyright, 1888, by E. J. H. Stecher.
A baby here for me? was the question that he asked
Of his wifey at the closing or the day;
And he turned with a sigh as a tear stood in his eye,
Then he bowed his head and slowly sneaked away;
Then he murmured can it be, will it never come to me,
Had he waited all these many years in vain
Yet from early morning bright he would watch till late at night,
For that baby, but alas! it never came.
Then he called upon his mother, his sister and his brother,
But they told him that they thought he was to blame.
Yet from early morning bright he had watched with all his might.
For the baby, but alas! it never came.
He had waited many years, beers had mingled with his tears,
While his wifey met him often with a smile;
How his features they would brighten and his sad heart seem to lighten.
But his vain hopes lasted but a little while;
When his wifey she would say there is nothing here to-day,
He would walk away and say, "Oh, what a shame!"
Then he murmured surely she is forever kidding me.
And he wondered why the baby never came.-Chorus.
So one day upon the floor he was found in grief, galore,
His poor wifey she had gone out for a ride;
In his hand they found a note with the last words that he wrote,
Should a baby come, please tan its little hide;
Sweet flowers twine around o'er the spot where he was found.
On which was scrawled his wish, also his name;
Many a night has passed to day since his wifey ran away,
But the baby that he longed for never came. -Chorus.