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They dug a grave deep that day ‘What colour were Daddy's eyes’ a voice was heard to say as they buried him deep in the clay and as a youngster began to pray Later he wrote upon on his slate ‘enlisted on the rebel's side With final words..before he died ‘What colour were Daddy's eyes’ This lad studied hard and long ‘What colour were Daddy's eyes’ became a chorus to a song It was the source of all his fame His Daddy’s heartfelt refrain Look into a mirror, mother had said ,both Daddy & Granpa..you will see Eyes grey-blue,ever -love-filled for thee.


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