My dear one with the scars
Scars I would have worn for thee
My precious son now marred.
It's a long haul my little Jumpy
The hurdles are so high
The goal line so far from thee
How fast my son passes by!
It's a long haul my little Jumpy
I am in the stands cheering
I hope you can hear me
Run my Son to tapes tearing.
It's a long haul my little Jumpy
From the sand pile and swing
The flowing ole Sopchoppy
Your grand, grand dreams.
It's a long haul my little Jumpy
Mamma still takes your hand
Lifts you from the cedar tree
Hangs your painting so grand.
It's a long haul my little Jumpy
Soon mamma breaks the plane
Outpacing her little running lad
Legs vainly trying to gain.
It's a long haul my little Jumpy
Know when long you have run
Far,far seems the victory
I shall come to cheer my son.
It's a long haul my little Jumpy
Mamma's little gridiron boy
It's a long haul my little Jumpy
Mamma's little hurdling boy.
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