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BABY BROTHER.
See my baby brother,
Sitting in mamma's lap;
He's just getting ready
To take a little nap.
Sitting in mamma's lap;
He's just getting ready
To take a little nap.
But before in dreamland
My baby brother goes,
I want to count his fingers
And see his chubby toes.
My baby brother goes,
I want to count his fingers
And see his chubby toes.
Mamma, can't you make him
Just talk and laugh again,
So we can find the dimple
In his sweet cheeks and chin?
Just talk and laugh again,
So we can find the dimple
In his sweet cheeks and chin?
Now he talks a little,
And laughs—come quick and see
My baby brother's dimples,
As cunning as can be!
And laughs—come quick and see
My baby brother's dimples,
As cunning as can be!
His eyes shine like diamonds
When he looks up so glad,
O, he's the dearest brother
A sister ever had.
When he looks up so glad,
O, he's the dearest brother
A sister ever had.
The angels love our baby,
He is so very fair;
And so they came and kissed him
And left the dimples there.
He is so very fair;
And so they came and kissed him
And left the dimples there.
January 25th, 1882.
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