Poetry of Kansas

Mother, Come Home.

(Tune: Father, Dear Father, Come Home
    With Me. Now.)
Mother, dear mother, come home from the club,
    You promised to come home at five;
This club business, father in anger Just said,
    He can not much longer survive;
He swore at us children and called us poor brats,
    And furiously kicked poor old TraY,
And said since these crazy card parties began
    The devil is surely to pay.
Come home, come home, come home,
Dear mother, please mother, come home.
Mother, dear mother, come home from the club,
    You told me that you would come soon;
You won in the game, are you stfll in a fight,
    And pulling hair over the spoon ?
I've labored so hard to tidy the house;
    Our supper of cold hash is done,
And papa declares if you do not start now,
    He'll come for you quick with a gun.
__J. M. Cavaness.

Jayhawker Juleps
J. M. Cavaness
(Chanute: Tribune Pub. Co. 1913)
Page 48

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