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Darlin' Little Joe What will the birds do, mother, in the spring When the little brown birds come to my door? They'll hop on the window, they'll hop on the step Asking why Little Joe roams no more. Mother, love Tiger, love Tiger for me For you know he will mourn for me true, Show him my coat so he will not forget For then his master will be dead; Speak to him often and gently of Joe And pat him on his black shaggy head. What will ole Thomas, the gardner say When you ask him for flowers for me? He'll give you the roses he tended so long The first fairest flowers on the tree. What will the kitten do, mother, all alone Will she in her frolic run and play? Or lie on the rug by the side of my bed As she did when I once went away. Poor Uncle Ben in a far away camp Will be sad o'er the letters that you write, He'll say, mother dear, little Joe's gone to rest Marching nearer and nearer the line. And you, Mother dear, will you miss me for a while But up in Heaven, no larger will I grow And many kind angels will know when you ask At the gate for your own little Joe. From the Max Hunter Collection Collected from Mrs. Rubibow, Seligman, MO Sept 1958 RG
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