MOTHER, STOP HOME.

Tuapeka Times, Volume VII, Issue 385, 26 August 1874, Page 3

MOTHER, STOP HOME.

(From London Punch.) Respectfully Dedicated to the 1.0. G.T. Mother, dear mother, come homo with me, pray * You never stop home with us sow ; 'Tib always the "LoJge" or "Lodge busiuess," you say, . That will not home pleasures allow. Poor father says Temperance is all very well, And your efforts would yield him delight, If they did not take up quite so much of your time, And keep you from home every night. Chorus — Hear the sweet voice of the cliild, All you Good Templar mothers who roam ; Oh, who would resist that most plaintive of , prayers? Please, mother dear mother come home ! Mother, dear mother, stop home with us, pray, Poor father's deserted, he said, And he wept o'er your absence one night till away From our home to your " Lodge Room " I sped. A man with a read collar came up and smiled, And patted my cheeks, cold and blue, And I told him that I was a Good Templar's child, And was waiting, dear mother, for you. Chorus — Hear the sweet voice, &c. Mother, dear mother, come home with me now, You left us before half -past seven, Don't say you'll come " soon," with a frown on your brow, 'Twill soon, mother dear, be eleven ! Your supper is cold, for the fire is quite dead, And father to bed is gone to, And these were the very last words that he said, " I hate those Good Templars, I do ! " Chorus — Hear the sweet voice, &.