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THE LEGEND OF THE BABOUSHKA
She feeds the poor and hungry,
And on her tender breast
She soothes all suffering children
To softest, sweetest rest.
And on her tender breast
She soothes all suffering children
To softest, sweetest rest.
Attend her, holy Angels!
Guard her, ye Cherubim!
For whatsoe'er she does for these
She does it as to Him!
Guard her, ye Cherubim!
For whatsoe'er she does for these
She does it as to Him!
