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05 Jan 10 - 09:34 PM (#2804468) Subject: Lyr Req: Drunkard's Lone Child - Dock Boggs From: sean tiller I think i got most of them, but i need a little help on the 3rd verse. anybody? DRUNKARDS LONE CHILD I'm alone all alone, my friends have all fled My father he's a drunkard, my mother she is dead I'm a poor little child and i wander and weep for the voice of my mother to sing me to sleep Chorus I'm alone all alone in this cold world so wide God look down and pitty a drunkard's lone child in pitty look down and hasten to me and take me to dwell with mother and thee She sleeps on a hill in a bed of cold clay how sad it did seem to lay mother away she is gone with the angels and ?none do i see? so dear is the face of my mother to me Chorus It is spring time on earth and the birds are so glad i listen and i wander my heart is so sad ????? fly all around? and strangers pass by But the ?form??Farm?? of my mother no longer is ?mine?nigh? Chorus Last night in my dreams she seemed to draw near she kissed me as sweetly as when she was here She smiled on me true and fondled my brow and she whispered sweet boy I'm a watchin you now. |
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06 Jan 10 - 01:30 AM (#2804543) Subject: Lyr Add: THE DRUNKARD'S LONE CHILD (Dock Boggs) From: GUEST,999--from the www Drunkard's Lone Child (traditional?) I'm alone, all alone, my friends all have fled. My father, he's a drunkard; my mother, she is dead. I'm a poor little child and I wander and weep For the voice of my mother to sing me to sleep. I'm alone, all alone, in this cold world so wild; God look down and pity a drunkard's child. In pity look down and hasten to me And take me to dwell with mother and thee. She sleeps on a hill in a bed of cold clay; How sad it did seem to lay mother away. She is gone with the angels and none do I see; So dear is the face of my mother to me. I'm alone, all alone, in this cold world so wild; God look down and pity a drunkard's child. In pity look down and hasten to me And take me to dwell with mother and thee. It is springtime on earth and the birds are so glad; I listen and I wonder, my heart is so sad. Sweet flowers around and strangers pass by, But the form of my mother no longer is nigh. |