PLAYING TAG WITH BABY.
Copyright, 1893, by Spaulding & Kornder.
Words by Wm. B. Glenroy. Music by Henry Lamb.
As Sung by Ramon Moore.
When evening's dawn approaches and my daily toils are o'er,
Anxiously I hasten to my little cottage door:
A wife's caress to greet me fills my heart with joyous bliss,
And little baby's welcome for his papa is a kiss;
Soon we seat ourselves for tea prepared by mamma dear,
And when we finish, baby knows the time is near
When 'round the room he'll run and say you can't catch papa's boy;
And in that happy little home I find my greatest joy.
Playing tag with baby, running to and fro.
See the little darling laughing as we go
Around the chair and the table, beans aglow with glee-
Playing tag with baby, that's the game for me.
With friends I've spent my idle time, and often I would roam,
Now my only thought is little baby, wife and home:
My love for them no words could tell, no pen describe the scene
Which one can see each night within my homestead so serene;
Baby's laugh and chatter is a pleasure to behold.
And many times this story o'er and o'er I've told-
A smiling babe, a loving wife, can make each home so bright.
And that a the very reason why you'll find me every night-Refrain.