Rose’s Va-Len-Tine
Rose
The post-man has been, dear mam-ma,
And has brought me a let-ter so fine;
And Su-san has one, but it is not, by far,
So pret-ty a let-ter as mine.
And, pray, will you read it to me,
Mam-ma, if I give you a kiss?
I wish very much to know who it can be
That has sent me a let-ter like this.
MAM-MA.
To the lot of our dear lit-tle Rose
We trust every bless-ing may fall;
And this is the prayer and the fond hope of those
Who love her most dear-ly of all.
So now, lit-tle Rose, can you guess
Who sent you this let-ter by post?
Rose.
Oh, yes, dear mam-ma, I can tell you; oh, yes!
For you, and pa-pa, love me most.
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