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getting along.
GETTING ALONG.
WE trudge on together, my good man and I,
Our steps growing slow as the years hasten by;
Our children are healthy, our neighbors are kind,
And with the world round us we 've no fault to find,
Our steps growing slow as the years hasten by;
Our children are healthy, our neighbors are kind,
And with the world round us we 've no fault to find,
'T is true that he sometimes will choose the worst way
For sore feet to walk in, a weary hot day;
But then my wise husband can scarcely go wrong,
And, somehow or other, we 're getting along.
For sore feet to walk in, a weary hot day;
But then my wise husband can scarcely go wrong,
And, somehow or other, we 're getting along.
There are soft summer shadows beneath our home-trees:
How handsome he looks, sitting there at his ease!
We watch the flocks coming while sunset grows dim,
His thoughts on the cattle, and mine upon him.
How handsome he looks, sitting there at his ease!
We watch the flocks coming while sunset grows dim,
His thoughts on the cattle, and mine upon him.
The blackbirds and thrushes come chattering near;
I love the thieves' music, but listen with fear:
I love the thieves' music, but listen with fear:
