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Christmas came—we 'tended church; learned once more that we was sinners;
Had a mother-meal at home—food enough for fifteen dinners;
Fed the horses, stalled the cattle, soothed small pains that shot across us,
An' went up to bed at nine, by the clock that helped to boss us.
Had a mother-meal at home—food enough for fifteen dinners;
Fed the horses, stalled the cattle, soothed small pains that shot across us,
An' went up to bed at nine, by the clock that helped to boss us.
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