She’s a lit­tle old fa­shioned,
That sweet mo­ther of mine;
There are ma­ny whose beau­ty
Will my mo­ther’s out­shine;
She’s a lit­tle old fa­shioned,
As I plain­ly can see,
But she is for ev­er
Sweetest mo­ther to me.

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She’s a lit­tle old fa­shioned,
But she’s sweet­er each day;
I ad­ore her plain fea­tures,
And her thin locks of gray;
There’s a glo­ry around her,
God ab­ides it may be,
And she is for ev­er
Sweetest mo­ther to me.

She’s a lit­tle old fa­shioned,
That sweet mo­ther of mine;
Though even her plain­ness
Now my heart­strings en­twine;
Other hands may be fair­er,
But none oth­er so dear,
For they smoothed my pil­low,
For ma­ny a year.

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She’s a lit­tle old fa­shioned,
She stays close­ly at home,
So calm and con­tent­ed,
Although oth­ers may roam;
And in ten­der young child­hood,
’Twas that home shel­tered me,
And she who so graced it,
Dearest ev­er shall be.

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