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1882–1932

An Old Song

Thomas Samuel Jones

Low blowing winds from out a midnight sky, The falling embers and a kettle's croon — These three, but oh what sweeter lullaby Ever awoke beneath the winter's moon.

We know of none the sweeter, you and I, And oft we've heard together that old tune — Low blowing winds from out a midnight sky, The falling embers and a kettle's croon.

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