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“And did you really think me lost?
How could you be so silly?
For though I’m grown up ’most a man
I’m still your little Willy,

“Who’ll always love you just the same,
And some day, Auntie, may be
You’ll love me every bit as much
As you have loved that baby.”

Dear little man, a wistful note
Into his voice is creeping,
Which warns me that the boyish heart
Is full almost to weeping.

And so with tender words I haste
To soothe his heart’s dejection,
And strive with many a loving kiss
To prove my fond affection.

Dear lad, I take you to my heart,
To hold you there forever
And pray that stern misfortune’s frown
May rest upon you never.

But there’s one chamber in my heart,
Deep in the inmost center,
From all the rest it stands apart,
Within it none may enter.

And there on Memory’s golden shrine
Is pictured bright and clearly,
The image of the baby boy
I used to love so dearly.