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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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