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It is the day of all the year
Of all the year the one day
When I shall see my mother dear
And bring her cheer
A-mothering on Sunday.
And I'll put on my Sunday coat
And in my cap a feather
And get the lines I writ by rote
With many a note
I put them all together.
And I'll go fetch my simul cake
Go fetch it from the baker
He promised me for mother's sake
The best he'd bake
For me to fetch and take her.
My sister Jane is serving-maid
Along with Squire's lady
And year by year her part she's played
And home she stayed
To get the dinner ready.
For mother comes to church, you'll see
Of all the year it's the day
The one, she'll say, that's made for me'
And so it be
It's every mother's free day.
It is the day of all the year,
Of all the year the one day;
And here come I, my mother dear
To bring you cheer
A-mothering on Sunday.
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