The Ring Your Mother Wore
1: For it's a ring your mother wore,
In the day she took my name;
It's just a plain gold band,
That I placed on her hand
An it's as welcome as whit you became.
2: And now our joy is at an end,
And I’m so glad that you have came,
An it may bring you joy,
To you and your boy,
As it brought to my mother and me.
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