large/1281/lovesongs_sv_librivox_64kb_mp3/love-songs_field_07_64kb_0
large/1281/lovesongs_sv_librivox_64kb_mp3/love-songs_field_07_64kb
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Yes, heavenly music seems to steal Where thought of her forever lingers, And round my heart I always feel The twining of her dimpled fingers! YES HEAVENLY MUSIC SEEMS TO STEAL WHERE THOUGHT OF HER FOR EVER LINGERS AND ROUND MY HEART I ALWAYS FEEL THE TWINING OF HER DIMPLED FINGERS
n't pass yer plate for pie again; But, thinkin' of the things yer'd like to see upon that tree, Jest 'fore Christmas be as good as yer kin be! BEARD AND BABY I say, as one who never feared The wrath of a subscriber's bullet, I pity him who has a beard But has no little girl to pull it! When wife and I have finished tea, Our baby woos me with her prattle, And, perching proudly on my knee, She gives my petted whiskers battle. With both her hands she tugs away, While scolding at me kind o' spiteful; You'll not believe me when I say I find the torture quite delightful! No other would presume, I ween, To trifle with this hirsute wonder, Else would I rise in vengeful mien And rend his vandal frame asunder! But when her baby fingers pull This glossy, sleek, and silky treasure, My cup of happiness is full-- I fairly glow with pride and pleasure! And, sweeter still, through all the day I seem to hear her winsome prattle-- I seem to feel her hands at play, As though they gave me sportive battle. IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN FROM MORE INFORMATION OR TO VOLUNTEER PLEASE VISIT L I B R I VO X DAT OR G RECORDING BY SQUIDVASH LAKOVA LOVE SONGS OF CHILDHOOD BY EUGENE FIELD BEARD AND BABY I SAY AS ONE WHO NEVER FEARED THE WRATH OF A SUBSCRIBER'S BULLET I PITY HIM WHO HAS A BEARD BUT HAS NO LITTLE GIRL TO PULL IT WHEN WIFE AND I HAVE FINISHED TEA A BABY WOOES ME WITH HER PRATTLE AND PERCHED PROUDLY ON MY KNEE SHE GIVES MY PETTED WHISKERS BATTLE WITH BOTH HER HANDS SHE TUGS AWAY WHILE SCOLDING AT ME KIND AND SPITEFUL YOU LL NOT BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY I FIND THE TORTURE QUITE DELIGHTFUL NO OTHER WOULD PRESUME I WEEN TO TRIFLE WITH THIS HER SUIT WONDER ELSE WOULD I RISE A VENGUE MEAN AND RENT HIS VANDAL FRAME ASUNDER BUT WHEN HER BABY FINGERS PULL THIS GALOSS'S SLEEK AND SILKY TREASURE THAT CUP OF HAPPINESS IS FULL AND I FAIRLY GLOW WITH PRIDE AND PLEASURE AND SWEETER STILL THROUGH ALL THE DAY I SEEM TO HEAR HER WINSOME PRATTLE I SEEM TO FEEL HER HANDS AT PLAY AS THOUGH SHE GAVE ME SPORTIVE BATTLE
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