Sung by Nora Hicks 

Copied by Addie Hicks

Given me by Edith Walker



LITTLE BLOSSOM





Oh, Dear, I am so tired and lonesome

And I wonder why Mama don’t come

But she told me to close up my blue eyes

And afore I awake she’d be home.



She said she was going down to see grandma

Who lived by the river so bright

But I guess my Mama fell in ther 

And won’t be home to night.



But I guess I will go out and find Papa

I guess he has stopped at the store

A store all filled with bottles

I wish he wouldn’t stop there anymore.



So out in the night went the baby

Her little heart beating with fear

And soon she reached that great pallious 

All readent with music and light.



Her tiny hands pushed the door open 

Her heart was as light as a breath 

And into that offel big bar room 

That leads to distrungs and death.



“Oh, Papa”, she cried as she spide him

Her voice ring out sweet and clair

“I thought if I come I’d find you

And I am so glad you are here.



The lights are so pretty, dear Papa

I think the music is sweet

But is must be my supper time, Papa

For Blossom wants something to eat.”



Just then his eyes glazed wildly

But the baby she had no fear 

But, oh, the devil might pity

He reached for a back of a chair. 



In a moment the secret was over

To worke for  funrell compleet

And poor little inesont Blossom

Lay quivered and cherished at his feet.



He raised the fair face to his bosum

He pushed back her bright golden head

For a moment the baby’s lips trimbled 

And poor little Blossom was dead. 



In came the laws of Justis 

To show him the crime he had done

Be only a fellow and mad man

That would murder a child in that way.