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. 

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