| Momma loved us, every one.
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| Every daughter, every son.
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| She gave herself so happily,
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| That’s just the way she was, you see.
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| From dawn to dark she’d find a chore.
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| And work it 'til it was no more.
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| And every day until she died,
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| In the evening, Momma cried.
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| Momma cried;
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| There was mourning in the evening.
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| And Momma cried;
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| 'Cos her little girl was gone.
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| Her little girl was snatched away.
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| She was there and then just gone one day.
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| And Momma blamed herself, I’d say,
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| But all of us had debts to pay.
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| Momma cried;
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| There was mourning in the evening.
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| And Momma cried;
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| 'Cos her little girl was gone.
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| I did my best to cheer her pride.
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| That day that something broke inside.
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| I swore I’d find her and I tried.
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| In the evening, Momma cried.
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| Momma cried;
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| There was mourning in the evening.
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| And Momma cried;
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| 'Cos her little girl was gone.
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| Momma cried;
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| There was mourning in the evening.
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| And Momma cried;
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| 'Cos her little girl was gone. |