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Show JIM'S BAEY. Jim has treated me pesly moan O' that there's no denyin'. The way he acted about that deal Was aggravatin' and tryin'. And after that, when I passed his house, I walked on the other side: But, somehow, I don't feel quite the same , Since Jim's little baby died. That babe was the purtiest little thing With the sunshine in her hair; And whenever I passed her daddy's house, I seen her a-standin' there At the big front windy a-lookin' out And pertendin' to run and hide: Ah, she alius a sunny smile fer me. But the poor little thing, she died. An' t'other day, on the corner there, I met him, so worn and white, As if he hadn't a slept a wink . Since the baby died that night. Fer that little blue-eyed, laughin' pet Was her daddy's joy and pride. And Jim was kind and lovin' to her. Till the poor little baby died. And somehow, the ranklin' in my heart Seemed to vanish fer away. As I clasped my old pard's hand in mine And looked fer suthin' to say. But there warn't no need of words jest then. We both bust out and cried: Ah. Jim's got a tender, lovin' heart. And Jim's little baby died. MAY GRIGGS VAN VOORHIS. |