FATHER, STOP HOME.

Thames Star, Volume VI, Issue 1775, 10 September 1874, Page 3

FATHER, STOP HOME.

' (from: lokdon _ukoii.) Roapfotl'ully dedicnted to t^e 1.0. G.T. irather, dear father, corno homo with me, pray, You novor stop homo with us now ; 'Tis always the "L-.dgti" or "Lodge busir osu," you say, Th'it will not home pleasures allow. Poor mo! her soys temperance is all Tory woll, And your efforts would yield'her delight, If they did not tako up quite bo much of your time, And keep you from home evert/ night. Chorus— Hear the sweet voice of the child, All your Good Templar fathers who roam ; Oh, who could resist that most plaintiff of prayers, 'Please, father, doar father, come home! Fisher, dear father, stop home wilh us pray, ,/>'" Poor mother's deserted, she said, And she wept o'er your absence ono night till awny From our home to your "Lodge Room" I sped. A man with a r«d col'ar eamo up and smiled, And patted my cheeks, cold and blue, And I told him that I was a Good Templar* child, And waiting, dear fathtr, for you.

Father, dear father, come home with mo now, You left us beforo half-past gcren, Don't s.iy you'll \C3mo " »oon," with a frown on your brow, 'Twill soon, father dear, bo eleven ! Your snppcr is cold, for tho fire is quita dead, And mother her bod is gone to; And theee were tho rery last words that she

said, " I hate those Good Templars, I do!"