Rod of the Lone Patrol by H. A. (Hiram Alfred) Cody
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But there was one piece, and the last, which he did remember. It was the way the woman sang it which had such an effect. He was sure that there were tears in her eyes. His own were misty, anyway. She said that she always closed with it, and it was called, "My Little Lad, God Bless Him." That appealed to Rod. So this woman, then, had a little boy, and he wanted to hear what she had to say about him. The very first words arrested his attention. "There's a little lad, God bless him! And he's all the world to me; Guide him, Lord, through life's long journey, Guard him, keep him safe to Thee. REFRAIN: "You're my only little laddie, Golden hair, and eyes of blue; God, who made the birds and flowers, Chose the best when He made you. "Streams may ripple, birds may carol, Twinkling-stars may dance and shine, But life's sweetest joy and rapture Is to know that you are mine. REFRAIN: "You're my only little laddie, etc. |
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