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Literary
March 17, 1879
Gold Hill Daily News
Gold Hill, Storey County, Nevada
What is this article about?
A repetitive lullaby poem where a mother soothes her baby while expressing frustration over the father's chronic drinking, absences, and the resulting family hardship.
OCR Quality
85%
Good
Full Text
Baby mine, baby mine:
He's coming home or he's a liar,
Baby mine, baby mine:
He'll pour chuck full of wine
He's coming o'er the Rhine.
He had better hide his oig.
Baby mine, baby mine.
He had better come home soon,
Baby mine, baby mine:
I've been waiting since high noon,
Baby mine, baby mine;
I am waiting with a broom
I will chase him round the roo',
While his nose shines through the gloom,
Baby mine, baby mine.
As I hold you on my knee,
Baby mine, baby mine,
Wonder where your dad can be?
Baby mine, baby mine;
Off on another spree,
And I'm sure we'll never see
That V he took from me,
Baby mine, baby mine.
Oh! I wonder where he's been?
Baby mine, baby mine,
All night he's not been in.
Baby mine, baby mine.
Oh! isn't it a sin
That all your father's "tin"
Should go for nasty gin?
Baby mine, baby mine.
He'll come home by and by.
Baby mine, baby mine,
With an oof! big black eye.
Baby mine, baby mine.
He will then be full of rye,
And the crockery will fly:
Oh! how is that for high?
Baby mine, baby mine.
Some day in my despair,
Baby mine, baby mine,
I'll go down to see the Mayor,
Baby mine, baby mine.
And I'll have him put somewhere
Where the city pays his fare-
Then we'll be a happy pair,
Baby mine, baby mine.
He's coming home or he's a liar,
Baby mine, baby mine:
He'll pour chuck full of wine
He's coming o'er the Rhine.
He had better hide his oig.
Baby mine, baby mine.
He had better come home soon,
Baby mine, baby mine:
I've been waiting since high noon,
Baby mine, baby mine;
I am waiting with a broom
I will chase him round the roo',
While his nose shines through the gloom,
Baby mine, baby mine.
As I hold you on my knee,
Baby mine, baby mine,
Wonder where your dad can be?
Baby mine, baby mine;
Off on another spree,
And I'm sure we'll never see
That V he took from me,
Baby mine, baby mine.
Oh! I wonder where he's been?
Baby mine, baby mine,
All night he's not been in.
Baby mine, baby mine.
Oh! isn't it a sin
That all your father's "tin"
Should go for nasty gin?
Baby mine, baby mine.
He'll come home by and by.
Baby mine, baby mine,
With an oof! big black eye.
Baby mine, baby mine.
He will then be full of rye,
And the crockery will fly:
Oh! how is that for high?
Baby mine, baby mine.
Some day in my despair,
Baby mine, baby mine,
I'll go down to see the Mayor,
Baby mine, baby mine.
And I'll have him put somewhere
Where the city pays his fare-
Then we'll be a happy pair,
Baby mine, baby mine.
What sub-type of article is it?
Poem
What themes does it cover?
Temperance
Social Manners
What keywords are associated?
Lullaby
Drunken Husband
Domestic Strife
Alcoholism
Family Complaint
Literary Details
Subject
Mother's Lament About Drunken Husband
Key Lines
Baby Mine, Baby Mine:
He's Coming Home Or He's A Liar,
I've Been Waiting Since High Noon,
Oh! Isn't It A Sin
He'll Come Home By And By.