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Katharine Tynan - The Mother of Three
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Oh, to have a little farm,
     A little hearth so warm and bright,
And three little boys all safe from harm
     In from the winter night!

A little house with white-washed wall,
     And thatched like any golden rick,
And the little boys within my call,
     And they running so quick.

A garden and an apple tree,
     And me so busy all the day,
And the little boys at home with me,
     Merry out at their play.

There was a woman I`ve heard tell,
     Whose three fine sons were killed. For sure
`Tis good to have them little and well
     And just beyond your door.

This while back there is something wrong --
     It may be that I miss the boys
Who filled the house the whole day long
     With happy laughter and noise!

And often when I sit my lone
     The sadness comes and lies on me
For the poor soul that has no son.
     And me having the three!

And it`s oh, to have the little farm
     Under the golden thatch so bright,
And the little boys safe home from harm
     Shut in with me at night!
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