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63—MIGHTY LIKE A ROSE:

Sweetest li'l' feller,
Ev'ry-body knows;
Dun-no what to call 'im,
But he mighty lak' a rose!
Lookin' at his Mammy
Wid eyes so shiny blue,
Mek' you think that heav'n
Is comin' clost ter you!

When he's dare a sleeping in his li'l' place,
Think I see de Angels lookin through de lace
When de dark is fallin, when de shadows creep
Then they come on tiptoe to kiss him in his sleep
Chorus—Repeat 1st eight lines).