| In the world’s mighty gallery of pictures
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| There are scenes that are painted from life
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| Scenes of youth and of beauty
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| Scenes of hardship and strife
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| Scenes of wealth and of plenty
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| Old age and the blushing young bride
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| Hang on the wall but the saddest of all
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| Is a pictures from life’s other side
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| A picture from life’s other side
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| Someone has fell by the way
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| And a life has gone out with the tide
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| That might have been happy someday
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| Some poor mother at home
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| Is watching and a-waiting alone
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| Longing to hear from her loved one, so dear
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| That’s a picture from life’s other side
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| Now the first scene is one of two brothers
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| Their paths them both differently led
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| One lived in luxury and riches
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| And the other one begged for his bread
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| One night they met on the highway
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| «Your money or life, sir», one cried
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| And then with his knife took his own brother’s life
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| That’s a picture from life’s other side
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| The next scene is that of a gambler
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| Who had lost all his money at play
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| An' he draws his dead mother’s ring from his finger
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| That she wore long ago on her wedding day
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| It’s his last earthly treasure but he stakes it
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| Then he bows his head that his shame he may hide
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| But, when they lifted his head they found he was dead
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| That’s a picture from life’s other side
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| A picture from life’s other side
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| Someone has fell by the way
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| And a life has gone out with the tide
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| That might have been happy someday
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| Some poor mother at home
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| Is watching and a-waiting alone
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| Longing to hear from her loved one, so dear
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| That’s a picture from life’s other side
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| Now the last scene is down by the river
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| Of a heart broken mother and babe
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| In the harbor light glare see them shiver
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| Outcasts that no one will save
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| Once she was once a true woman
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| Somebody’s darlin' and pride
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| God help her, she leaps for there’s no one to weep
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| That’s a picture from life’s other side
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| A picture from life’s other side
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| Someone has fell by the way
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| And a life has gone out with the tide
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| That might have been happy someday
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| Some poor mother at home
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| Is watching and a-waiting alone
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| Longing to hear from her loved one, so dear
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| That’s a picture from life’s other side |