large/1281/lovesongs_sv_librivox_64kb_mp3/love-songs_field_07_64kb_3
large/1281/lovesongs_sv_librivox_64kb_mp3/love-songs_field_07_64kb
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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! 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
vin' been a boy hisself, suspicions me When, jest 'fore Christmas, I'm as good as I kin be! For Christmas, with its lots an' lots of candies, cakes, an' toys, Was made, they say, for proper kids an' not for naughty boys; So wash yer face an' bresh yer hair, an' mind yer p's and q's, An' don't bust out yer pantaloons, and don't wear out yer shoes; Say "Yessum" to the ladies, an' "Yessur" to the men, An' when they's company, don'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!  LOVE BEARD AND BABY FROM LOVE SONGS OF CHILDHOOD THIS IS THE LIBERVOX RECORDING ALL LIEUBERVOX RECORDINGS ARE 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
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