| When the robin builds in the holly tree
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| It’s a sign of life, its gentle victory
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| Well, today as I set to go
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| I saw a nest in a tree hollow
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| Oh Emily, you’re a brave girl
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| With your husband gone to the other world
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| Sing a hymn while I light the fire;
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| We’ll be joined by a heavenly choir
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| Here’s the tansy and the chamomile tea for you to drink
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| As the pain increases, well you only have to think
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| About a baby. |
| We’ll save the baby
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| I placed a holly sprig by the doctor’s door
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| He has done this well and many times before
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| He’ll be careful which way he goes
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| But he’s been kind to us farm widows
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| And this I heard just the other day
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| That they came to buy, and you chose to stay
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| Soon a child will help you reap and sow
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| May he cast a long shadow
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| But you say the trials are coming, you have felt the gathering forces
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| And the galloping you hear is of one too many horses
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| But rest your head my darling girl, there won’t be any danger
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| Any Christian ever loved an infant in a manger
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| Saves the baby. |
| They’ll save the baby
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| Now the pastor comes, shakes the farmer’s hand
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| Says, «The earth will bear like the Promised Land
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| You have heard the stories down below
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| But God will bless this farm hollow.»
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| Now the farmer’s wife shudders, pulls the shawl up to her shoulder
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| Every time she nears the hearth she feels a little colder
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| Where’s the baby? |
| There was a baby |