| Oh dear I’m so tired and so lonesome
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| I wonder why mommy don’t come
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| She told me to shut up my blue eyes
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| And before I woke up she’d be home
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| She said she was going to see Grandma
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| Who lives by the river so wide
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| And I guess my mommy’s feeling bad
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| And perhaps she won’t be home tonight
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| So I guess I’ll go down and meet daddy
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| Perhaps he has stopped at the store
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| It’s a great big store full of bottles
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| And I wish he wouldn’t go there anymore
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| So out in the night with the baby
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| Her little heart beating with pride
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| 'Til her tired feet entered the gin palace
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| With music all radiant with light
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| Oh daddy she cried as she reached him
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| I think that the music’s so sweet
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| But it’s almost suppertime daddy
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| Little blossom wants something to eat
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| A moment his blurred eyes gazed wildly
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| Down into her face sweet and fair
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| And as the demon possessed him
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| He grasped at the back of a chair
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| A moment a second was over
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| He lifted her fair golden head
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| A moment the baby’s left trembled
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| Then poor little blossom was dead |