Papa, oh papa come home with me now The clock in the steeple strikes one You said you were coming right home from the shop As soon as your day’s work was done 
Chorus Come Home, come home, come home Oh papa, dear papa come home 
Poor Benny is sick and Ma says he will die Perhaps before morning shall dawn And this is the message she sent me to bring Come quickly ’fore Benny be gone 
The fire is all out and the house is so cold And Mama’s been watching since tea With poor brother Benny so sick in her arms And no one to help her but me 
Now we are alone and poor Benny is dead And gone with the angels to fly And these were the very last words that he said "I want to kiss papa good night." 
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