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Show BABY'S GOT A BEAU. Che ain't nutUtn' but bsbrl 'Twsro't but yisUdiUy 1 wow It don't grain so inc them blue eye ex blue e they be now, fust looked up In bar old diuVi here. From her mother's bosom I Bbot ' fisn't trew, now 'tain't in natur . That our baby's ffota beau I ' " Why, we're lluz called her "Baby," Me and mother. Teenty tot, . Land alive! 6heU the baby V the big an' blooniin' lot! TXliera they'd graved up, an' moathy Lighted out, when one day, la! Thar she win In their ole crad la An' now Baby's got a beau I Why, taint no time since I sea her Lay a-playin' Kith her toes I Gala will grow up inter wimraen Mine's like all the roat, I s'puse; Migbty queer, tho', when I hear her Or atlU think I hear her crow From her cradle at ray comfn' "'. To think Baby's got a beau I t kin see her glttln' bigger, ' See her toddlui' at ray siile, Jea' the ciitaet little oritter, Teasln' "papa" for "a ride," ( I kin see her glttln' bigger Can't help aaein' Baby grow-But grow-But 1 can't see how It's come ter This that Baby s got a beau : ' Course I wouldn't keap her aingla When she really is growed up; Mother "u me her bin too happy Sot to want the Burnt sweet cup Ct good married lore to sweeten Her life, too but It's a blow An' thar ain't no glrtin round it To think Baby's got a beau I Boston Globe. |