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The post-man has been, dear mam-ma,

And has brought me a let-ter so fine;

And Su-san has one, but it is not, by far,

So pret-ty a let-ter as mine.

And, pray, will you read it to me,

Mam-ma, if I give you a kiss?

I wish very much to know who it can be

That has sent me a let-ter like this.

To the lot of our dear lit-tle Rose

We trust every bless-ing may fall;

And this is the prayer and the fond hope of those

Who love her most dear-ly of all.

So now, lit-tle Rose, can you guess

Who sent you this let-ter by post?

Oh, yes, dear mam-ma, I can tell you; oh, yes!

For you, and pa-pa, love me most.