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I wonder ef all wimmin air

Like Lizzie is when we go out

To theaters an' concerts where

Is things the papers talk about.

Do other wimmin fret and stew

Like they wuz bein' crucified —

Frettin' a show or a concert through,

With wonderin' ef the baby cried?

Now Lizzie knows that gran'ma's there

To see that everything is right,

Yet Lizzie thinks that gran'ma's care

Ain't good enuf f'r baby, quite;

Yet what am I to answer when

She kind uv fidgets at my side,

An' every now and then;

"I wonder ef the baby cried?"

Seems like she seen two little eyes

A-pinin' f'r their mother's smile —

Seems like she heern the pleadin' cries

Uv one she thinks uv all the while;

An' she's sorry that she come,

'An' though she allus tries to hide

The truth, she'd ruther stay to hum

Than wonder ef the baby cried.

Yes, wimmin folks is all alike —

By Lizzie you kin jedge the rest.

There never was a little tyke,

But that his mother loved him best,

And nex' to bein' what I be —

The husband of my gentle bride —

I'd wisht I wuz that croodlin' wee,

With Lizzie wonderin' ef I cried.