Henry Clay Work
Henry Clay Work Poems
- Come Home, Father! 'Tis The SONG OF LITTLE MARY, Standing...
- Grand-Father's Clock My grand-father's clock was too large ...
- Grandmother Told Me So The declaration has been spoken, For ...
- Wake Nicodemus! Nicodemus, the slave was of African ...
- The Days When We Were Young Sister! Sister! don't you ...
- Brave Boys Are They! Heavily falls the rain; Wild are the ...
- Farewell, My Loved One! Round me now, beneath the weeping ...
Henry Clay Work was an American composer and songwriter.
He was born in Middletown, Connecticut, to Alanson and Amelia (Forbes) Work. His father opposed slavery, and Work was himself an active abolitionist and Union supporter. His family's home became a stop on the Underground Railroad, assisting runaway slaves to freedom in Canada, for which his father was once imprisoned.
Work was self taught in music. By the time he was 23, he worked as a printer in Chicago, specializing in setting musical type. He allegedly composed in his head as he worked, without a piano, using the noise of the machinery as an inspiration. His first published song was ... more »
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Come Home, Father!
SONG OF LITTLE MARY,
Standing at the bar-room door
While the shameful midnight revel
Rages wildly as before.
Father, dear father, come home with me now!
The clock in the steeple strikes one;
You said you were coming right home from the shop,
As soon as your day's work was done.
Our fire has gone out our house is all dark
And mother's been watching since tea, --
With poor brother Benny so sick in her arms,
And no one to help her but me. --
Come home! come home! come home! --
Please, father, dear father, come home. --
Hear the ...