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God’s Richest Blessing
Backward, turn backward, Oh, time in your flight,
Give us a maiden with skirts not so tight
Give us a girl whose charms many or few,
Are not exposed by so much peek-a-boo.
Give us a maiden no matter what age,
Who won’t use the street for a vaudeville stage.
Give us a girl not so sharply in view,
Dress her in skirts that the sun won’t shine through.