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Driven from Home. Out in the cold world, out in the street, Asking a penny of each one I meet, Shoeless I wander about through the day, Wearing my young life in sorrow away ; No one to help me, no one to bless, No one to pity me, none to caress; Fatherless, motherless, sadly I roam, A child of misfortune, I'm driven from home. Chorus. No one to help me, no one to bless, No one to pity me, none to caress ; Fatherless, motherless, sadly I roam, Nursed by my poverty, driven from home. Christians, pray pity a drunkard's poor child, Homeless I wander about in the cold; My clothes they are ragged and tattered and torn, I'm friendless, and wish I had never been born. No one to speak kind words to me now, No kiss of affection is pressed on my brow ; Mother, dear mother, oh ! hear me and come ; Save your poor child?I am driven from home. The flowers that bloomed that I once loved to see, Seem bowing their heads as if pitying me; The music that mingles with voices of mirth, From the windows of pleasure and plenty on earth, Makes me think what it is to be friendless and poor, And I feel I shall faint when I knock at the door; Turn a deaf ear, there's no one will come To help a poor wanderer driven from home. O, where shall I go to, or what can I do ? I've no one to tell me what course to pursue ; I'm weary and foot-sore, I'm hungry and weak, I know not what shelter to-night I may seek; The Friend of all friends, who rules earth and sea, Will look with pitying eye upon me ; I'll wander about till His messengers come To lead me to father and mother at home.
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Probable period of publication:
1850-1880 shelfmark: L.C.Fol.70(82b)
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