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DON'T LET THEM BURY ME DEEP.
(One Little Girl's Last Words.)
Lift me a bit in my bed, father,
Press your warm lip to my cheek,
Put your arms under my head, father,
I am so tired and so weak!
I cannot stay long awake, now—
Many a night I shall sleep!—
Promise one thing for my sake, now—
Don't let them bury me deep!
Press your warm lip to my cheek,
Put your arms under my head, father,
I am so tired and so weak!
I cannot stay long awake, now—
Many a night I shall sleep!—
Promise one thing for my sake, now—
Don't let them bury me deep!
Look! who has come for me now, father,
Standing so near to my bed?
Some one is kissing my brow, father,
Mother, I thought you were dead!
See! she is smiling so bright to you,
Motions to us not to weep!
'Tis not “good-bye” but “good-night” to you,
They cannot bury me deep!
Standing so near to my bed?
Some one is kissing my brow, father,
Mother, I thought you were dead!
See! she is smiling so bright to you,
Motions to us not to weep!
'Tis not “good-bye” but “good-night” to you,
They cannot bury me deep!
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