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Poor Little Orphaned Boy

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        My mother died when I was young, my sisters they were sad,
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        they lay their hands upon my head and taught me how to pray.
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So now my mother she's gone to rest in the land of purest joy,
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and I wonder if she thinks of me, her poor little orphan boy.

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        When I was only two years old, I never shall forget,
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        a parting kiss she gave to me, I sometimes feel it yet.
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So now my mother she's gone to rest in the land of purest joy,
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and I wonder if she thinks of me, her poor little orphan boy.

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        When I was sick and every hour she watched me as I lay,
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        and with her kind and gentle hand she smoothed me tenderly.
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So now my mother she's gone to rest in the land of purest joy,
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and I wonder if she thinks of me, her poor little orphan boy.

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        So now I press this world alone, her love with me shall stay,
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        and from the throne above the skies her smiles shall rest on me.
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So now my mother she's gone to rest in the land of purest joy,
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and I wonder if she thinks of me, her poor little orphan boy.