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An old man he gazed at a photograph
In a locket he'd worn for years;
His nephew then asked him the reason why
That picture had caused him tears.
Come listen, he said, I will tell you, lad,
A story that's strange but true:
Your father and I at the school one day
Met two little girls in blue.
Two little girls in blue, lad,
Two little girls in blue,
They were sisters and we were brothers,
We learned to love the two;
One little girl in blue, lad,
Became your father's eyes,
She became your mother, I married the other,
Now we have drifted apart.
This picture is one of those girls, you see,
And to me she was once my wife.
I thought her unfaithful, we quarreled, lad,
She parted from me for life;
My fancy of jealousy wronged a heart,
A heart that was good and true,
For two better girls never lived than they,
Those two little girls in blue.
Two little girls in blue, lad,
Two little girls in blue,
They were sisters and we were brothers,
We learned to love the two;
One little girl in blue, lad,
Became your father's eyes,
She became your mother, I married the other,
Now we have drifted apart.
