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Show AFTER TWENTY YEARS. Although you've bjen a Imsband truo, 'lis many a year gono by, John, And I'm a faithful wifo to you (And will be till I die, Johuj; Wo led a lonely sort of life, "With no sweet child to bless us, Till Bessy came, last Ohruluiasday, To comfort and caress us. Our baby has a father gray, A mother none too young, John, And yet it teems the time iI May, K'er since our birdling sang, John, She brought new life into the bouse, The little, prattliog stranger, And, John, sha binds you to your borne, Who might have been a ranger. Once every chair was in itn place, And nota thing awry, John, Yet we two, sitting fuce to face, "Would often breathe a tigb, John; But now upon our ample board. Is daily placed between us A picture-plato and porringer, From lonulintsi to wean us. While she, our little baby queen, With eyes so like your own, John, (The brightest, bluest ever eeen), iiats with us on her tbrone, John. Heaven guaid our precious little ono Hay angels fair, that brought her, Protect from evory threat'ning ill The "old folks" little daughter. |