DOWN AT THE BABY STORE
(Alfred Bryan / Harry Von Tilzer,   1904)


"Mamma" sighs a lad, "I'm lonely, since our baby's gone away," 
As he looks toward a mansion, where some children are at play; 
"Can't I have a little sister, tell me ain't there any more?" 
Mamma hides her tears and answers, "Yes dear, at the baby store;" 
'Cause we're poor I have no playmates;" says the lad with tear dimmed eyes, 
"Some one there will surely love me," 
Then he drops his toys and sighs:

By an orphan home he pauses, sees the children round the door, 
In a childish voice he whispers, "This must be the baby store;" 
Spies a lonesome little lassie, golden hair and eyes of blue, 
Takes her by the hand to mamma, says "I've brought her home to you; 
For like me she's poor and lonely, and her mamma dear is dead," 
Then he puts his arms around her, 
As with childish pride he said:

Down at the baby store, 
Down at the baby store, I'll find a girlie that looks like you, 
Nice golden hair and sweet eyes of blue, 
I'll bring her home to stay, 
With me she'll always play; 
There's one I am sure, 
Who'll love me though I'm poor, 
Down at the baby store."