The Answer to Little Blossom

Oh dear I'm so sad and heart broken waiting in my prison cell To be trialled for the death of sweet blossom my baby that I love so well Last night as I drank in the barroom through the front door my little girl came I watched as she slowly approached me and trembled as she spoke my name My mind was wounded from drinking as I looked on her face sweet and fair I thought that a demon approached me for I strucked her down with my chair In a flash with my reason returning in pride I looked down at my feet And saw not the foam of a demon but my little blossom so sweet I gathered her close to my bossom her laugh was fast fading away Dear God I have murdered my baby and now with my life I must pay I'm thinking tonight of that June day I walked down isle with my bride When I promised to love and protect her she then was my joy and my pride But soon I had started to drinking and now I drop dead to our home Oh why must the innocence suffer and then reap just what they have sown I pray to my Maker in Glory for this deed I might be forgiven And I hope that the circle I broken will soon be mattered in heaven