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Rh The birds are singing sweet and clear,
 * Their songs are full of gladness,

The sun is shining bright, but still
 * My heart is filled with sadness.

It matters not how glad the birds,
 * Or fair the sunny day be.

My heart is heavy with its grief,
 * I’ve lost my little baby.

Oh have you seen him passing by,
 * A bonnie little fellow,

With eyes as blue as summer’s sky
 * And silky curls of yellow?

He disappeared quite suddenly
 * And left no sign or token

To let me know where he has gone;
 * My heart is almost broken.

A manly lad is in his place,
 * Much taller and much older,

With boots and pockets, sun-burned face,
 * A school-bag on his shoulder.

Who clasps his arms around my neck,
 * And laughs with boyish vigor—

“Why Auntie, dear, that baby’s me,
 * Only I’m grown up bigger.” [sic]