| In a room so lonely and cheerless
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| Sits a woman all alone
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| By her a cradle stands empty
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| And by it, she sobs and she moans
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| My husband, he no longer loves me
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| His love and our dear baby died
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| I’ll leave him at home, forever
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| Without him this old world, abide
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| She packed baby’s things in the bundle
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| While the tears rolled down her cheeks
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| I never, no never, would leave him
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| If ever a kind word he’d speak
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| Just then the door softly was opened
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| A man took the bundle away
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| He lay the things out on the table
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| And softly to her he did say
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| One little stockin' for you dear
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| One little blue shoe is for me
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| The baby’s wrap and its smallest cap
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| We’ll keep in memory
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| One lock of hair is for you dear
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| See how the golden curl shines
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| We’ll keep a smile, while she sleeps for
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| She is the tie that binds… |