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When I was but a little lad	A
One thing I could not bear	B
It was to stand at mother's knee	C
And have her comb my hair	B
	-
They didn't keep boys' hair as short	D
As it's kept now a days	E
And mine was always tangled up	F
In twenty different ways	E
	-
I'd twist my mouth and grit my teeth	G
And say it wasn't fair	B
It was a trial and no mistake	H
When mother combed my hair	B
	-
She'd brush and brush each stubborn curl	I
That grew upon my pate	J
And with her scissors nip and clip	K
To make the edges straight	J
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Then smooth it down until it shone	L
While I would grin and bear	B
And feel a martyr through and through	M
When mother combed my hair	B
	-
She'd take my round chin in her hand	N
And hold it there the while	O
She made the parting carefully	C
Then tell me with a smile	O
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Don't push your cap down on your curls	P
And spoil my work and care	B
He is a pretty little lad	A
When mother combs his hair	B
	-
I'd hurry out and rumple up	F
That mop of hair so thick	Q
A vandal I for she had worked	R
So hard to make it slick	Q
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And wish I were a grown up man	S
So nobody would dare	B
To put a washrag in my ears	T
Or comb my tangled hair	B
	-
Heigho now that I'm bald and gray	U
Methinks I would be glad	A
To have her smooth my brow and cheeks	V
And whisper Mother's lad	A
	-
A longing for the care free days	E
Doth take me unaware	B
To stand a boy at mother's knee	C
And have her comb my hair	B

Jean Blewett

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