Out in this 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 to small they say, On the damp ground I must now lay my head, Father's a drunkord [sic] and Mother is dead.
Chorus. Mother, 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 drunkards lone child.
We were so happy till father drank rum, Then all our trouble and sorrow began, Mother grew paler and wept every day, Baby and I were to [sic] hungry to play, Slowly the [sic] 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.
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.
Wm. J. SCHMIDT, Song and Hymn Publisher, No. 479 Pennsylvania Avenue.
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