Oh, dear, I'm so tired and so lonesome

I wonder why mama don't come

She told me to close my pretty blue eyes

And when I awoke, she'll be home

I guess I'll go out and find papa

He must've stopped in at the store

That great long room filled with bottles

I wish he would go there no more

Sometimes he's so sick when he comes home

He staggers and falls on the stairs

And once when he came in the parlor

He kicked at my poor little chair

But I love him, I guess I'll go find him

I know he will gladly come home

And then it won't be so lonesome

Waiting for mama to come

Oh, daddy, she cried when she reached him

Her voice ringing out, sweet and clear

I knew if I come, I would find you

And now I am glad I am here

For a moment, the red eyes gazed wildly

Into that face sweet and fair

And just as a demon possessed him

He grabbed for the back of a chair

In a moment, the whole thing was over

The work of his deed was complete

And poor little innocent blossom

Lay quivering and crushed at his feet

He clasped a bright arm to his bosom

And fondled her sweet curly hair

For a moment, the baby's lips trembled

And then little blossom was dead