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Show JUST FOLKS baI5 WHEN THB f OUNGSTKBS AM OCT "Don't worry," cry the youngsters, but little do they know . . ' ' ' The heart of age waa fashioned to fret and worry as. And when afar they wander, should wind blow up or rain. The mother heart must worry till they come home again. Brave youth can scarce be lis re it that off where pleasures lie Are countless hurts and dangers which cause the old to sigh. And though the road be rugged, all terrors they dlsdsln. But mother wont sleep soundly till they coma home again. "Don't worry," about the youngsters, snd off to dance they go And wonder what Ufa threatens that old folks worry ao. But love la aver fearful of accident and pain And mother hearta are 111 at ease till they come home again. (Copyright. lttVaUgmi- A. Quest) |