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My Mary.


She struggles out of bed each night
To take me to the loo.
She washes me and wipes me,
The things she has to do.
And when I say, Oh thank you dear,
She smiles and says, Love you.

I know like me she`s getting old,
And spends her life in pain,
Yet still she does so much for me,
And never does complain.
And when I say, Oh thank you dear,
Her smile keeps out the rain.

My Mary cares for me each day,
I`m such a lucky man,
Because for love she serves me well
In every way she can.
And when I say, Oh thank you dear,
She smiles and says, Oh Dan!

When at last God takes me home
I`ll whisper in His ear,
Don`t leave my Mary all alone
Bring her to me up here.
And when I tell my Mary this
She smiles and sheds a tear.




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