1 My little darling used to stand
Just by my cottage door;
Waiting to kiss me when I came
Each evening from the store;
Her eyes were like two lovely stars,
That shine in heav'n's own blue;
"Papa," she'd call, "you see I's here,
I's lootin' out for you."

Chorus:
"I's lootin' out for you,
I's lootin out for you,
Papa, you see, your darling's here,
I's lootin' out for you."

2 She was my joy, my heart's delight,
In those days long gone by;
But as I'm dreaming o'er the past,
A tear comes in my eye;
She calls no more when I come home,
As oft she used to do;
"Papa," you see your darling's here,
I's lootin' out for you." [Chorus]

3 Alas! how lonely now our life,
As through the world we roam,
Since not sweet voice calls out to me,
To bid me welcome home.
No loving arms thrown round me now,
No eyes so sweetly blue,
No voice now calls from cottage door,
"I's lootin' out for you." [Chorus]

4 Yet oh, what comfort to my heart,
That when I'm called away
From toils below to joys above,
In heaven's eternal day;
That there she'll meet me at the gate,
Just as I'm passing thro',
"Papa," she'll call, with her sweet voice,
"I's lootin' out for you." [Chorus]