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Telephone to Heaven.
A little child with her aunty came
Into a certain store,
But the merchant was busy waiting
On those who came before;
The child asked many questions and her
Aunty would reply:
“That's so and so. You must be quiet,”
And then she'd give a sigh.
Into a certain store,
But the merchant was busy waiting
On those who came before;
The child asked many questions and her
Aunty would reply:
“That's so and so. You must be quiet,”
And then she'd give a sigh.
“Well, aunty, wat is dat nittle box wid
All dem strings tummin down?”
“Why, baby, that's a telephone where they
Talk all over town.”
“I want to talk dat telephone.” “No
Darling, not today.”
“Well, net dat man tum talk for me
I tell him wat to say.”
All dem strings tummin down?”
“Why, baby, that's a telephone where they
Talk all over town.”
“I want to talk dat telephone.” “No
Darling, not today.”
“Well, net dat man tum talk for me
I tell him wat to say.”
The merchant overheard all this and
With a pleasant smile,
He thought within himself what he
Would say to please the child.
And the child had concentrated
All its thoughts upon the 'phone,
'Till the merchant and the woman
And the child were all alone.
With a pleasant smile,
He thought within himself what he
Would say to please the child.
And the child had concentrated
All its thoughts upon the 'phone,
'Till the merchant and the woman
And the child were all alone.
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“Now I can wait on baby,” the
Smiling merchant said,
As he stooped and softly toyed with
The curly little head.
“I want oo to tall up mama,” came
The answer full and free,
“Wif zo telephone and ast her when
She's tummin back to me.”
Smiling merchant said,
As he stooped and softly toyed with
The curly little head.
“I want oo to tall up mama,” came
The answer full and free,
“Wif zo telephone and ast her when
She's tummin back to me.”
“Tell her I so lonesome 'at I don't know
What to do,
And papa cries so much I dess he must
Be lonesome too.
Tell her to tum dis eve'ing, tause at night
I dit so fraid.
Wif no mama here to take me when the
Night dins to fade.
What to do,
And papa cries so much I dess he must
Be lonesome too.
Tell her to tum dis eve'ing, tause at night
I dit so fraid.
Wif no mama here to take me when the
Night dins to fade.
And ebry day I want her, for my
Dolly's dot so tored,
From the awful punchen buddy give it
Wif his little sword,
And aint no body to fix it since
Mama went away,
And poor little lonesome kittie's ditten
Thinner every day.”
Dolly's dot so tored,
From the awful punchen buddy give it
Wif his little sword,
And aint no body to fix it since
Mama went away,
And poor little lonesome kittie's ditten
Thinner every day.”
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“Sweet child,” the merchant murmured as
He touched its anxious brow,
There's no telephone connection where
Your mama's living now.”
“Aint no telephone in heaven?” and
Tears came to her eyes,
“I fought dat God had everthing wif
Him up in the skies.”
He touched its anxious brow,
There's no telephone connection where
Your mama's living now.”
“Aint no telephone in heaven?” and
Tears came to her eyes,
“I fought dat God had everthing wif
Him up in the skies.”
The woman with a heavy sigh, and
Child walked out the door,
And the merchant he was puzzled as
He'd never been before,
And he said, I'll ever strive to make
Myself a telephone,
Through which the little children can
All “know as they are known.”
Child walked out the door,
And the merchant he was puzzled as
He'd never been before,
And he said, I'll ever strive to make
Myself a telephone,
Through which the little children can
All “know as they are known.”
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