THE STRANGER(It's a Baby)
Copyright, 1891, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Composed by Al. W. Filson.
But yesterday, I really thought of joy I had my fill;
My prospects bright, a darling wife-my own, my cherished Lil;
For in the marriage lottery I'd drawn a perfect prize-
A tender, loving woman, and she's pretty, in my eyes.
But what is better far, her heart is pure and true as steel,
The kind of woman that's the same in bitter woe or weal;
But yesterday I owned her heart, it all belonged to me;
But now I'm jealous, for I have a rival, don't you see?
There's a strange voice in the house, it's a baby, it's a baby;
I'm as quiet as a mouse, for fear I will wake the child.
It's a comfort and a joy, it's a baby, my first baby;
I'm sure you'll say, when you see the boy, it's the picture of its dad.
My Lil's a wife with nature's noblest, kindest gifts endowed;
No wonder, then, of my dear wife I feel a little proud.
She will not shirk, if trouble comes, or weep or moan or sigh,
But by her husband bravely stand, and the whole world defy.
And though another now has come to steal into her heart,
I oughtn't to he jealous, for it's of myself a part,
To prove but one more binding link between my Lil and I;
I can't say more, for, don't you see, it's just begun to cry.
There's a strange voice in the house, etc.