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Brother O’ mine?

The hills that we climbed, be they ever so tall,

With never a fear for a hurt or a fall,

Wondering ever if skies did fall,

Brother O’ mine.

Many a hill we’ve climbed since then,

Brother O’ mine.

Been pelted with roses and rinsed with the rain

Of our sorrowing teardrops time and again;

Despair in our hearts and a clutch of pain,

Brother O’ mine.

And there were pebbles that hurt our feet

Brother O’ mine.

But the dust of the highway seemed velvet sweet

Tho’ many a cross and trials we’d meet,

With daisies and graves at our very feet,

Brother O’ mine.{72}

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Father we had in the bygone days,

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