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| Just send my baby's picture, the one I have never seen A few words from it's mother, with memories in between And while I am at rest camp,after the battles dim Gazeing upon it's likeness will help our cause to win. I left her sad and lonely, there was nothing else to do She cheered me when I went away, and promised to be true The beast is routed from his lair,we chase him day by day Could I see my baby's picture, t'would help me on my way Please tell my baby's mother, that my love will never die And if I don't come back to them, there'll be a reason why I'll keep watching and waiting, whenever the mail is due If you'll send my baby's picture, I'll be grateful to you. by Frank Hance my Great-Uncle Written during the Spanish American War (Information as to author came from my Grandmother Hance) |
