| I was standing by my window yesterday morning
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| Without a thought a worry or of care
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| When I saw the postman coming up the pathway
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| With such a jolly face and jolly hair
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| He rang the bell and he whistled as he waited
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| He smiled and said good morning to you Jack
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| He little knew the sorrow that he brought me When he handed me that letter edged in black
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| With trembling hands I took the letter from him I opened it and this is how it read
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| Come home my boy your dear old father needs you
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| Come home my boy your dear old mother’s dead
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| I’m sorry that harsh words were ever spoken
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| You know I didn’t mean them don’t you Jack
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| My eyes are blurred my poor old hand is shaking
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| As I’m writing you this letter edged in black
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| The last words that your mother ever uttered
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| Was tell my boy I want him to come back
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| The angels bear me witness as I’m asking
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| Your forgiveness in this letter edged in black |