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Show EVERY SUNDAY MORNING. " tegjj 'TIs every Sunday mornin' fejPS 01 tumble out ov bed, The hat that was mo father's i ffig Sits jnuntly on me head, - mJm!' An' o'er the hills ov heather ' jafcj.' An' down where waters croon, jb Oi wake the lazy songsters Wi'us WId mo little bit of tune. iHIeai ijNof 'Tisj everj' Sunday moniln' IS ' She's waltln' be the stolle . Htt? An' all our friendly neighbors ?lht.h) Jlst nod their heads an' smoilo. ?$iu Ah, sure we know their meanln , iit 'TIs plain as if 'there sung, S'1 They're llvln" In their ould hearts SKSi: Those days whin they were - 'rJISe young. irU 'TIs every Sunday mornin' ' 's Wo hurry off to mass : TJ An' oh. the wayside roses. -T Aro whisp'rin' whin we pass. T.O For 'tis no hidden secret, f v They know as well as we f, 'f- Some folno bright Sunday mornin' -Jp-' She'll be walkin' home wld me. g Gordon Johnstono in Hampton- .4 jg. - Columbian Magazine. Sgr ' |