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By Strickland Gillian I had a Mother who read to me Sagas1 of pirates who scoured2 the sea Gulasses clenched3 in their yellow teeth, "Blackbirds" stowed in the hold beneath. I had a Mother who read me lays Of ancient and gallant4 and golden days; Stories of Marmion and Ivanhoe, Which every boy has the right to know. I had a Mother who read me tales Of Gelert teh hound of the hills of Wales, True to his trust till his tragic5 death, Faithfulness blent with his final breath. I had a Mother who read me things That wholesome6 life to the boy heart brings —— Stories that stir with an upward touch, Oh, that each mother of boys were such. You may have tangible7 wealth untold8; Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold. Richer than I can never be —— I had a Mother who read to me. 点击收听单词发音
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