DRUNKARD'S LONE CHILD.
Out in the gloomy night sadly I roam.
I've no mother now, no friends, no home;
Nobody cares for me, no one would cry,
Even if poor little Bessie should die.
Barefoot and tired, I've wandered all day,
Asking for work; but I'm too small, they say.
On the damp ground I must now lay my head,
Father's a drunkard, and mother is dead,
Mother, oh! why did you leave me alone,
With no one to love me, no friends and no home? .
Dark is the night, and the storm rages wild!-
God pity Bessie, the drunkard's lone child!
We were so happy, till father drank rum,
Then all our sorrows And troubles begun;
Mother grew paler and wept every day;
Baby and I were too hungry to play.
Slowly they faded, and one summer's night
Found their sweet faces all silent and white,
And, with big tears slowly dropping, I said:
Father's a drunkard, and mother is dead.- Chorus.
Oh, if some temperance men only could find
Poor wretched father, and speak very kind;
If they could stop him from drinking, why, then
I would feel very happy again.
Is it too lute? Men of temperance, please try,
For little Bessie will soon starve and die.
All the day long I've been begging for bread-
Fathers a drunkard, and mother is dead.-Cho.