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.
Chorus. - Mother, oh, why did you leave me alone, With no one to love me, no friends and no home, Dark is the night, the storm rages wild, God pity Bessie, the drunkard's lone child.
We were so happy till Father drank rum, Then all sorrows and troubles began, Mother grew paler and wept every day, Baby and I were to [sic] hungry to play, Slowly they faded and one summer 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. - Cho.
Oh, if some temp'rance men only could find Poor, wretched Father and speak very kind, If they could stop him from drinking, why then I should feel very happy again. Is it too late? Men of temp'rance please try, For little Bessie will soon starve and die, All the day long I've been begging for Bread, - Father's a drunkard and Mother is dead.
Bummers Hotel, Rules for Bummers, I've only been Down to the Club, Bring home your money to-night, Drunkard's Lament, Ma's gone out to pray.
Wm. J. Schmidt, 360 Mulberry Street, Baltimore. Publisher of American, English, Irish, Dutch, Negro, Sailor, Soldier, Comic, Humorous, College, Sentimental, Social and Religious Choice Selected Songs.
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