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 But little do they ever say, They do not feel the self-same way; He seems indifferent and grim And yet he’s very proud of him.”

Indifferent and grim! Oh, heart, Be brave enough to play the part, Let not the grief in you be shown, Keep all your loneliness unknown, To you the women folks must turn For comfort when their sorrows burn. You must not at this time reveal The pain and anguish that you feel.

Oh, tongue, be silent through the years, And, eyes, keep back always the tears, And let them never see or know My hidden weight of grief and woe. Though every golden dream I had Was centered in my little lad, Alone my sorrow I must bear. They must not know how much I care.

Though women folks may talk and weep, A man, unseen, his grief must keep,