And if he will in the Way walk right,
Some day Mammy may point with pride
To the little man who once walked by her side
In the dear Southern town,
Where such happy memories cluster "roun."
"MAMMY'S" BOY
"Mammy" strolled about the town
Her kerchief and cap so neat, and so trim her gown,
And by her side with collar big and trowsers small
Was her little charge, now grown tall.
"Mos a man" Mammy would say
In her fond caressing way.
Her kerchief and cap so neat, and so trim her gown,
And by her side with collar big and trowsers small
Was her little charge, now grown tall.
"Mos a man" Mammy would say
In her fond caressing way.
Mammy would like to see her boy
And hear about his latest "toy."
At school he soon tired and would not stay
And now in an office is making his way.
He likes his work,
And does not his duty shirk—
"Mammy's boy."
His promise for the future is bright And hear about his latest "toy."
At school he soon tired and would not stay
And now in an office is making his way.
He likes his work,
And does not his duty shirk—
"Mammy's boy."
And if he will in the Way walk right,
Some day Mammy may point with pride
To the little man who once walked by her side
In the dear Southern town,
Where such happy memories cluster "roun."