As I Sat Upon My Dear Old Monthers Knee

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I've a tender recollection that I have cherished all my life, and time but makes it e'er day by day by day by day. And the memory of a mother whose smiling days have gone, gone, gone, throw all my troubled childhood thoughts away. I remember in the evening when the fire was burning bright, she'd call me to her side and say to me, be brave my boy and truthful and never be ashamed of the teachings that you learned on mother's knees.

She was gentle and so kind, and I'll ever bear in mind the many golden lessons she taught me. I have wear old mother's knees. She was gentle and so kind, and I'll ever bear in mind the many golden lessons she taught me.

I have welded her hand-me-downs when I came on for my own. I stand upon my dear mother's knees. How her loving smile would cheer me when that evening I'd return from toiling in the bed all the day.

Each gentle word brought comfort, but that point is silent now. The mother that I love has passed away. In the quiet Philippian yard, yet lovers marry here, and the only treasure life holds here to me.

In the mountain office, my life I have moistened with my tears and the lessons that I learned on mother's knees. She was gentle and so kind, and I'll ever bear in mind the many golden lessons she taught me. I have welded her sleeve-collars if I feel old for one hour, but I stand upon my dear old mother's knees.

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