The Drunkard's Child

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Song performed by: Leslie Beukelman (vocals) and Tara Dirst (piano). Recording engineer: Matt Dotson.

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You ask me why so oft, father,
The tear rolls down my cheek,
And think it strange that I should own
A grief I dare not

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speak;

But O, my soul is very sad,
My brain is almost wild;
It breaks my heart, to think that I
Am call'd a drunkard's child.

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Chorus:
But O, my soul is very sad,
My brain is almost wild;
It breaks my heart, To think that I
Am call'd a drunkard's child.

My playmates shun me now, father,
Or pass me by with scorn,
Because my dress is ragged, and
My shoes are old and torn;
And if I heed them not, "there goes
The drunkard's girl," they cry;
Oh then, how much I wish that God
Would only let me die.

Chorus

You used to love me once, father,
And we had bread to eat;
Mamma and I were warmly clad,
And life seem'd very sweet
You never spoke unkindly then,
Or dealt the angry blow;
Oh father dear, 'tis sad to think
That rum hath chang'd you so.

Chorus

Do not be angry now, father,
Because I tell you this,
But let me feel upon my brow,
Once more thy loving kiss;
And promise me, those lips no more,
With drink shall be defil'd.
That, from a life of want and woe,
Thou'lt save thy weeping child.

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