MOTHER MINE
Mother, you’ve never to grow too old To play and romp with mo, For you’ro just the very greatest pal That I have got, you see. You’re never too tired to bat or bowl, You always have a smile, You’ro everything that goes to make A pal that is worth while. I love to roam o’er the hills with vou, I love to hear vou tell The story of each small bird that sings Down in the leafy dell. Mother, you’ve never to grow too old— Too old to understand I want you ever so close to me So I can take your hand. For, when I’m afraid or feeling tired, Always I’ll need yon there. Mother,_jou’ve never to grow too old To understand or care. Jean Hamilton Lennox,
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Evening Star, Issue 20137, 30 March 1929, Page 20
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131MOTHER MINE Evening Star, Issue 20137, 30 March 1929, Page 20
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