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My babe in years, my warrior boy !
O ! if a mother's tears Could call thee back to be my joy,
And still these anxious fears, I'd dash the traitor drops away,
That would unnerve thy hand, Now raised to strike in Freedom's cause,
For thy dear native land. |
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'Come back to me my darling son, And light my life again." |
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