DON’T GO OUT TONIGHT, DEAR FATHER
 
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Don't go out to-night, dear Father
Don't refuse this once, I pray
Tell your comrades Mother's dying
Soon her soul will pass away
Tell them, too, of darling Willie
Him we all so much do love
How his little form is drooping
Soon to bloom again above.

Chorus: Don't go out tonight, Dear Father
Think, oh think, how sad 'twill be
When the angels come to take her
Papa won't be there to see.


Tell me that you love dear Mamma
Lying in that cold, cold room
That you don't love your comrades better
Cursing there in that saloon
Oh, dear Father, do not leave us
Think, oh think, how sad 'twill be
When the angels come to take her
Papa won't be there to see.

Chorus:

Morning found the little pleader
Cold and helpless on the floor
Lying where he madly struck her
On that chilly night before
Lying there, with hands uplifted
Feebly uttering words of prayer
Heavenly Father, please forgive him
Reunite us all up there.

Chorus:
 
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Written and composed by M.E. Golding & W.L. Thompson - 1889
Performed by Elsa Lanchester (1902-1986)
 
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