Mother Dear!
(1)
" Mother dear, I slept, I saw a vision:
Ramazan was over, Mother dear;
Everyone in clover, Mother dear!
But my dream was a delusion, Mother dear!
All delusion and confusion, Mother dear!
(2)
" Mother dear, I slept, I saw a vision:
The Constitution flourished, Mother dear;
All the poor were housed and nourished, Mother dear!
But my dream was a delusion, Mother dear!
All delusion and confusion, Mother dear!
(3)
" Mother dear, I slept, I saw a vision:
Spacious street and splendid square, Mother dear;
Like some Frankish city rare, Mother dear!
But my dream was a delusion, Mother dear!
All delusion and confusion, Mother dear!
(4)
" Mother dear, I slept, I saw a vision:
The baths were clean and sweet, Mother dear;
" Snap your fingers, stamp your feet," Mother dear!
But my dream was a delusion, Mother dear!
All delusion and confusion, Mother dear!
(5)
" Weep not, Mother dear, I pray, nor worry:
I will buy you sugar-loaves and sweets untold,
And a pretty out-door mantle stitched with gold,
For when crushed by household care, Mother dear!
You fill me with despair, Mother dear! "
" Mother dear, I slept, I saw a vision:
Ramazan was over, Mother dear;
Everyone in clover, Mother dear!
But my dream was a delusion, Mother dear!
All delusion and confusion, Mother dear!
(2)
" Mother dear, I slept, I saw a vision:
The Constitution flourished, Mother dear;
All the poor were housed and nourished, Mother dear!
But my dream was a delusion, Mother dear!
All delusion and confusion, Mother dear!
(3)
" Mother dear, I slept, I saw a vision:
Spacious street and splendid square, Mother dear;
Like some Frankish city rare, Mother dear!
But my dream was a delusion, Mother dear!
All delusion and confusion, Mother dear!
(4)
" Mother dear, I slept, I saw a vision:
The baths were clean and sweet, Mother dear;
" Snap your fingers, stamp your feet," Mother dear!
But my dream was a delusion, Mother dear!
All delusion and confusion, Mother dear!
(5)
" Weep not, Mother dear, I pray, nor worry:
I will buy you sugar-loaves and sweets untold,
And a pretty out-door mantle stitched with gold,
For when crushed by household care, Mother dear!
You fill me with despair, Mother dear! "
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