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BURY ME IN THE MORNING, MOTHER |
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3 I have heard the songs of the blest, mother, And angels are drawing near To carry me o'er the stream, mother, That mortals dread and fear. |
4 You must promise to come to me, moth-
When life and hope shall fade, [ er,
For there's room for you in the home,
mother,
That's far from the greenwood shade. |
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GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY BREAD |
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