Down At The Baby Store
Composer(s): Alfred Bryan - Harry Von Tilzer



"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"