No
doubt you’ve heard the saddest tale
E’er told in song or story;
How
many a girl has left her home
Uncrowned with love or glory.
You’ve
heard it o’er and o’er again,
How through harsh words that sever,
A
boy has left his father dear,
And left maybe forever.
And
then the blow when mother left!
Tho’ she, perhaps, was glad to;
You
see, my father wouldn’t work,
And so my mother had to.
c.
March 23, ‘99
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