219 were would fail, the gray haired mother stroked her daughters head and i faneied i could trace just a tear in the her hibd face as she placed her daughters hand in mum and said. (chums) she was fred in old kentucky where the medow grass in blue see the suns shone of the country in her face and manes too. she was fred in old kentucky tahe her boy your might lucky when you many a girl take jue, (2) many years have passsed away snce that well remembered day. when to that deare old kentucky home i came and the happy mess of my life was my sweetheart friend and wife. for the sunshine in her heart remained the same. iam sitting alone in place we have long call home. for yesterday my darling passed away though in tear of joy i think of that day when but a boy that i took her hand and heard his mother say.