Father\u27s A Drunkard And Mother Is Dead

Out in the gloomy night, sadly I roam,I have no Mother dear, no pleasant home;No body cares for me no one would cryEven if poor little Bessie should die.Barefoot and tir\u27d, I\u27ve wanderd all day Asking for work but I\u27m too small they say;On the damp ground I must now lay my head. CHORUSMother, why did you leave me all 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 Drunkard\u27s lone child! We were so happy till Father drank rum,Then all our sorrow and trouble begun;Mother grew paler, and wept every day,Baby and I were too hungry to play.Slowly they faded, and one Summer\u27s nightFound their dear faces all silent and white;Then with big tears slowly dropping I said: Father\u27d a Drunkard, and Mother is dead! Oh! if the Temp\u27rance men only could findPoor, wretched Father, and talk very kindIf they could stop him from drinking why, thenI should be so very happy again!Is it too late? men of Temp\u27rance, please try,Or poor little Bessie may soon starve and die.All the day long I\u27ve been begging for bread