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 That mamma, I regret to see, Inclines to take your part,— As if a dual monarchy Should rule her gentle heart!

But when the years of youth have sped, The bearded man, I trow, Will quite forget he ever said He'd be his mamma's beau.

Renounce your treason, little son, Leave mamma's heart to me; For there will come another one To claim your loyalty.

And when that other comes to you, God grant her love may shine Through all your life, as fair and true As mamma's does through mine!