The Old-Fashioned Parents
The good old-fashioned mothers and the good
old-fashioned dads,
With their good old-fashioned lassies and their
good old-fashioned lads,
Still walk the lanes of loving in their simple,
tender ways,
As they used to do back yonder in the good old-
fashioned days.
They dwell in every city and they live in every
town,
Contented ly arid happy and not hungry for
renown ;
On every street you’ll find ‘em in their simple
garments clad,
The good old-fashioned mother and the good
old-fashioned dad.
There are some who sigh for riches, there are
some who yearn for fame,
And a few misguided people who no longer blush
at shame;
But the world is full of mothers, and the world is
full of dads,
Who are making sacrifices for their little girls
and lads.
They are growing old together, arm in arm they
walk along,
And their hearts with love are beating and their
voices sweet with song;
They still share their disappointments and they
share their pleasures, too,
And whatever be their fortune, to each other
they are true.
They are watching at the bedside of a baby pale
and white,
And they kneel and pray together for the care
of God at night;
They are romping with their children in the fields
of clover sweet,
And devotedly they guard them from the perils
of the street.
They are here in countless numbers, just as they
have always been,
And their glory is untainted by the selfish and
the mean.
And I’d hate to still be living, it would dismal be
and sad,
If we’d no old-fashioned mother and we’d no
old-fashioned dad.
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