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I can't wait on, baby, the smiling merchant said,
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as he stooped and softly toyed with his golden curly head.
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want to call up mamma, came the answer full and free,
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you telephone and ask her when she's coming back to me.
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child, the merchant murmured as he stroked the anxious brow,
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telephone connection, where your mother lives at now.
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telephone in heaven? and a tear sprang in her eyes.
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thought God had everything with him up in the sky.
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her that I get so lonesome, that I don't know what to do,
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and papa cries so much I guess, he must be lonesome too.
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Tell her to come to baby, 'cause at night I get so 'fraid,
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with no one there to kiss me, when the lights begin to fade.
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All through the day I want her since my dolly's got so sore,
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with the awful punching brother give it with his little sword.
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There ain no one to fix it since mamma's gone away,
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and poor little lonesome dolly's getting thinner every day.
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