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Y son!… Them words, jist like a blessed song, Is singin' in me 'eart the 'ole day long; Over an' over; while I'm scared I'll wake Out of a dream, to find it all a fake.

My son! Two little words, that, yesterdee, Wus jist two simple, senseless words to me; An' now—no man, not since the world begun, Made any better pray'r than that.… My son!

My son an' bloomin' 'eir… Ours!… 'Ers an' mine! The finest kid in—Aw, the sun don't shine— Ther' ain't no joy fer me beneath the blue Unless I'm gazin' lovin' at them two.

A little while ago it was jist "me"— A lonely, longin' streak o' misery. An' then 'twas "'er an' me"—Doreen, my wife! An' now it's "'im an' us" an'—sich is life.


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