Mother by the tree
It is my mother by the tree... She is pretty....so pretty cant you see She was born in the month of may.. so was I u may say. The leap in my feet the nails not so neat the hair never fussed like mom never flushed It is my mother by the tree So pretty...so pretty can u see The red on her lips the sway of her hips the curls of her hair bosom oh so fair It is my mother by the tree So pretty as pretty can be The curls by her ears some wet with her tears Its joy says she to me fine daughter like u, cant be! It is my mother by the tree White marble said johny Mc.Spree The white of her teeth bloodied by his feet sweet sweat on her brow let nobody know It is..It is my mother by the tree so pretty...so pretty can you see It is my pretty mother by the tree who taught me grammer like it should be 'Is' for the present 'was' for the past your self comes later put the ass in the last Oh! It was my pretty mother by the tree Who was as li