Who sat and watched my infant head,
When sleeping on my cradle bed
And tears of sweet affection shed?
MY MOTHER. .
WHO dressed me in clothes nice and gay,
And fondly taught me how to play
And minded all I had to say?
WHO ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss my head to make me well?
When thou art feeble,old n grey
My healthy arm shall be thy stay
And I will soothe thy pains away
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