Oh, dear, I'm so tired and so lonesomeI wonder why mama don't comeShe told me to close my pretty blue eyesAnd when I awoke, she'll be homeI guess I'll go out and find papaHe must've stopped in at the storeThat great long room filled with bottlesI wish he would go there no moreSometimes he's so sick when he comes homeHe staggers and falls on the stairsAnd once when he came in the parlorHe kicked at my poor little chairBut I love him, I guess I'll go find himI know he will gladly come homeAnd then it won't be so lonesomeWaiting for mama to comeOh, daddy, she cried when she reached himHer voice ringing out, sweet and clearI knew if I come, I would find youAnd now I am glad I am hereFor a moment, the red eyes gazed wildlyInto that face sweet and fairAnd just as a demon possessed himHe grabbed for the back of a chairIn a moment, the whole thing was overThe work of his deed was completeAnd poor little innocent blossomLay quivering and crushed at his feetHe clasped a bright arm to his bosomAnd fondled her sweet curly hairFor a moment, the baby's lips trembledAnd then little blossom was dead
