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LAUGHIN', LOVIN', LAZY, I'm a laughin' sort of, chaffin' sort of, lazy sort of chap, With a crowi'n' little, gooin' little baby in my lap; With a curly little, lovin' little head ag'in’ my breast I have got my share o' happiness, Who will can have the rest; With a bunch o' lovin' kisses waitin' me most every. wheres I turn around the cottage, an' a clutter of wee chairs, An' a clutter of wee playthings, dolls an' dishes, 'round the floor, I am happy till I, honest, wouldn't ask for any more. I just wouldn't ask, I couldn't ask, I shouldn't ask, I hold, For no more 0' this earth's treasure than my lovin' arms enfold When I'm settln' In my rocker, done with work an' done with chores, With the house So full 0' laughter that It's spillin' out o' doors; Just a'fillin' o' the yard up, ripplin' off across the lawn Through the palin's to the sidewalk, up an' down the street an' gone. An' my gladness goin' with It, not a-carin'; tor I find That the more of It I scatter all the more is left be- hind. With my arms as full 0' babies as they can be. an' the floor Cluttered up with books an' playthings, till there couldn't be no more Of them got Into the cottage. less'n you Should pile 'em up, An' the sideboard lookin' splendid with a little silver cup For each last one of .th' babies set tin' on it, an' the chairs At each place sized up to fit 'em. Oh, the world is full o' cares. An' o' griefs an' tribulations. just as full as it can be, So I've heard, but somehow, someway trouble never troubles me. I suppose that I'm so busy doin' nothin' but take care Of the treasures God has give me, strokin' of the yellow hair Of my oldest laughin' girlie as she stands beside my knee Lovin' of me, that old Trouble sort of shakes his head at me, An' goes on about his business with his loads o' care an' fret, Satisfied that where I'm livin' there ain't nothin' do- in' yet; Fame an' riches? Fame ain't nothin' to the babies In my lap; Oh, I'm just a laughin', chaffin', lovin', lazy sort o' chap.
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