 | When life is young |  |
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MOTHER'S ARM
From the low, wide, sheltering wall
Baby drops his pretty ball;
Baby wants it, that is all.
Baby drops his pretty ball;
Baby wants it, that is all.
Why should mother hinder so,
Why not let the baby go?
Baby's wish is law, you know.
Why not let the baby go?
Baby's wish is law, you know.
'T will not always be the way;
Baby'll go alone some day.
Mother cannot always stay,—
Well-a-day.
Baby'll go alone some day.
Mother cannot always stay,—
Well-a-day.
| When life is young | |