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THE DRUNKARD'S LONE CHILD
See Spaeth, Weep Some More, My Lady, p. 191.
"Bessie." Obtained from Mrs. William Franklin, Crossnore, Avery County, North Carolina, July, 1930, who learned it from her brother, EdÂmund Malone Johnson.
1. Out in the gloomy night sadly I roam. I've no mother, no friends, and no home. Nobody cares for me; nobody would cry, Even if poor little Bessie should die.
Bare foot and tired I have wandered all day, Asking for work, but I am too small they say. On the damp ground I must now lay my head. Father 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 and the storm rages wild; God pity Bessie, the drukard's lone child.
2. We were so happy till father drank rum; Then all our sorrow and trouble begun; Mother grew paler and wept every day; Bobbie and I were too hungry to pray; Slowly they faded till one summer night Found their sweet faces all silent and white And with big tears slowly 1 said: "Father a drunkard and mother is dead."
Chorus:
3. Oh, if some temperance man only could find Poor, wretched father and speak very kind; If they could stop him from drinking, Only then I would feel very happy again.
Is it too late ? Men temperance, please try For litde Bessie will soon starve and die. All day long Pve been calling for bread. Father a drunkard and mother is dead. Chorus: |
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