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Preserve that old kettle, so blackened and worn, It belonged to my father before I was born, It hung in a corner, beyant on a nail, 'Twas an emblem of labor, was Dad's dinner pail.
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Preserve that old kettle, so blackened and worn, It belonged to my father before I was born, It hung in a corner, beyant on a nail, 'Twas an emblem of labor, was Dad's dinner pail.
Product Information My Dad's Dinner Pail from Cordelia's Aspirations - Digital Sheet Music