I often wish you had a son Who could share your heavy sk, While you might at our cottage ioor In the evening sunshine bask Father, a stout and willing heart I know of one would gladly share Father, he's at the door! MISS PARDOE. THE END, |
I often wish you had a son Who could share your heavy sk, While you might at our cottage ioor In the evening sunshine bask Father, a stout and willing heart I know of one would gladly share Father, he's at the door! MISS PARDOE. THE END, |