| Oh, dear the eye that softly looks
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| Oh, dear the heart that fondly loves
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| Oh, but a tender babe, thou art
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| The graces all grow up with thee
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| Oh, dear the wind that pulls the trees
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| Oh, dear the rain that softly falls
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| Oh, but a tender babe, thou art
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| The graces all grow up with thee
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| Oh, sweet the night that holds your name
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| Oh, sweet the star that truly shines
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| Oh, but a tender babe, thou art
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| The graces all grow up with thee
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| Oh, dear the eye that softly looks
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| Oh, dear the heart that fondly loves
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| Oh, but a tender babe, thou art
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| The graces all grow up with thee |