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" I'm very lonely now, Mary, For the poor make no new friends, But, oh ! they love the better still The few our Father sends ! And you were all I had, Mary, My blessin' and my pride ! There's nothing left to care for now, Since my poor Mary died. "
Dick Wilson, the Rum-seller's Victim: Or, Humanity Pleading for the "Maine ... - Page 389
by John K. Cornyn - 1853 - 384 pages
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The Eclectic review. vol. 1-New [8th]

1839 - 764 pages
...For I've laid you, darling, down to sleep With your baby on your breast. ' I'm very lonely now, Mary, For the poor make no new friends, But, oh ! they love the better still, The few our Father sends ! And you were all / had, Mary, My bl^ssin' and my pride; There's nothing...
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The Eclectic Review, Volume 6; Volume 70

Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1839 - 850 pages
...For I've laid you, darling, down to sleep With your baby on your breast. ' I'm very lonely now, Mary, For the poor make no new friends, But, oh ! they love the better still, The few our Father sends ! And you were all 7 had, Mary, My blessin' and my pride ; There's...
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The Evergreen, Volume 1

1840 - 818 pages
...I 've laid yon, darling ! down to sleep, With your baby on your breast. 1 *m very lonely now, Mary, For the poor make no new friends ; But, oh ! they love the better still The few our Father sends ! And you were all I had Mary—- My blessin' and my pride : There 's...
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The Living Age, Volume 205

1895 - 844 pages
...rest, Where you, my darling, lie asleep, With your baby on your breast. I am very lonely now, Mary, The poor make no new friends, But oh ! they love the better still The few our Father sends. I bless you for the pleasant word, When your heart was sad and sore,...
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The ballad poetry of Ireland. Ed. by C.G. Duffy. 4th ed

sir Charles Gavan Duffy - 1845 - 262 pages
...For I've laid you, darling ! down to sleep With your baby on your breast. I'm very lonely now, Mary, For the poor make no new friends, But, oh ! they love the better still, The few our Father sends 1 And you were all / had, Mary, My blessin* and my pride: Tour's was...
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The Biblical review, and Congregational magazine [formerly The ..., Volume 3

1847 - 468 pages
...I've laid you, darling! down to sleep, With your baby on your breast. ' I'm very lonely now, Mary, For the poor make no new friends, But, oh! they love the better still, The few our Father sends ! And you were all / had, Mary, My blessin' and my pride : There's...
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Dew-drops of the Nineteenth Century: Gathered and Preserved in Their ...

Seba Smith - 1846 - 216 pages
...With your baby on your breast. 488221 100 LAMENT OF THE IRISH EMIGRANT. I'm very lonely now, Mary, For the poor make no new friends ; But, oh ! they love the better still The few our Father sends ! And yon were all I had, Mary — My blessin' and my pride ; There's...
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Songs of Ireland and Other Lands: Being a Collection of the Most Popular ...

1847 - 906 pages
...For I've laid you, darling ! down to sleep With your baby on your breast. I'm very lonely now, Mary, For the poor make no new friends, But, oh ! they love the better still The few our Father sends ! And you were all / had, Mary, My blessin ' and my pride : There's...
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The Fountain: A Gift: "to Stir Up the Pure Mind by Way of Remembrance" ...

Horatio Hastings Weld - 1847 - 294 pages
...the dearest hopes And clouding with deep gloom life's brightest days. "OUR ELSIE." BY ALICE G. LEE. "The poor make no new friends, But oh, they love the better still The few our Father »endi !" DREAMS are strange things, and it is my opinion that one travels...
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The Mothers' friend, ed. by Ann Jane, Volumes 8-12

Ann Jane - 1855 - 1198 pages
...For I've laid you, darling, down to sleep, With your baby on your breast. I'm very lonely now, Mary, For the poor make no new friends ; But oh ! they love the better still The few our Father sends ! And you were all 1 had, Mary, My blessing and my pride ; There's nothing...
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