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Thread #4520   Message #1866411
Posted By: Lin in Kansas
23-Oct-06 - 09:22 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Don't Sell Daddy Any More Whisky
Subject: Lyr Add: COME HOME FATHER (Henry Clay Work)^^^
There was yet another that I can't remember the name of. Had to do with a little girl in a wheelchair who went to get her daddy out of the bar, but in his drunken rage he knocked her out of her chair and killed her. I know I had it on a CD, but since we didn't play the maudlin thing much, I can't remember who by or the name of the song. Anyway, it was different from any of those posted, or this one below.

Foolesgroupe, is this the one you were thinking of?

Lin

"COME HOME, FATHER."^^^
Words and music by Henry Clay Work
Chicago: Root & Cady, 1864.

"'tis the
Song of Little Mary
Standing at the bar-room door,
While the shameful midnight revel
Rages wildly as before."

1. Father, dear father, come home with me now!
The clock in the steeple strikes one;
You said you were coming right home from the shop,
As soon as your day's work was done.
Our fire has gone out—our house is all dark—
And mother's been watching since tea,
With poor brother Benny so sick in her arms,
And no one to help her but me.
Come home! come home! come home!
Please father, dear father, come home.

CHORUS: Hear the sweet voice of the child,
Which the night-winds repeat as they roam!
Oh who could resist this most plaintive of prayers?
"Please, father, dear father, come home!"

2. Father, dear father, come home with me now!
The clock in the steeple strikes two;
The night has grown colder, and Benny is worse—
But he has been calling for you.
Indeed he is worse—Ma says he will die,
Perhaps before morning shall dawn;
And this is the message she sent me to bring—
"Come quickly, or he will be gone."
Come home! come home! come home!
Please father, dear father, come home. CHORUS

3. Father, dear father, come home with me now!
The clock in the steeple strikes three;
The house is so lonely—the hours are so long
For poor weeping mother and me.
Yes, we are alone—poor Benny is dead,
And gone with the angels of light;
And these were the very last words that he said—
"I want to kiss Papa good night."
Come home! come home! come home!
Please father, dear father, come home. CHORUS