| My father is a drunkard,
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| My mother, she is dead;
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| And I am just an orphan child,
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| No place to lay my head;
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| All thru this world I wander,
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| They drive me from their door,
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| Some day I’ll find a welcome
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| On Heaven’s golden shore.
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| Now if to me you’ll listen,
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| I’ll tell my story sad;
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| How drinking rum and gambling
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| Hell Has stole away my dad;
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| My mother is in heaven,
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| Where God and the angels smile;
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| And now I know she’s watching
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| Her lonely orphan child.
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| We all were once so happy,
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| And had a happy home;
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| Till dad, he went to drinking rum,
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| And then he gambled some;
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| He left my darling mother,
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| She died of a broken heart;
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| And as I tell my story,
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| I see your tear-drops start.
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| Don’t weep for me and mother,
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| Altho' I know 'tis said;
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| But try to get someone to cheer
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| And save my poor lonely dad;
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| «I'm awful cold and hungry,»
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| She closed her eyes and sighed;
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| Then those who heard her story,
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| Knew the orphan child has died. |