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Aunt Beatie was a sweetie, God bless her soul
Well over ninety and that's not very old
For a spunky lady with a will to survive
It might be just in my mind but she's still alive
Now she lived in a one bedroom house on a hill
Just a quarter of a mile from my dad's sawmill
Where she gathered scrap wood for the old Franklin stove
Every day she walked, to and from Butchers cove
Many times she walked through our village each day
And when she heard town gossip she had nothing to say
There was a church in her front yard, and the Felthams next door
And she did all her shopping at John Nobles store
Aunt Beatie was a sweetie, God bless her soul
Well over ninety and that's not very old
For a spunky lady with a will to survive
It might be just in my mind but she's still alive
Aunt Beatie was a sweetie, God bless her soul
Well over ninety and that's not very old
For a spunky lady with a will to survive
When we're all dead and gone she might still be alive
The axe and the bucksaw she used like a pro
To cut the firewood & keep out the cold
She was ready for winter by late in the fall
There was a picture of Joey, on her kitchen wall
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Now some man named Jack came round one time
For the rest of her life he stayed on her mind
But she lived all alone long before I was born
I thought She'd be alive when we're all dead and gone
There's a one bedroom house empty in Dover
And her living alone days are all over
She was with us for a century, and a month or so
Aunt Beatie was a sweetie God rest her soul
Aunt Beatie was a sweetie, God bless her soul
Well over ninety and that's not very old
For a spunky lady with a will to survive
It might be just in my mind but she's still alive
Aunt Beatie was a sweetie God rest her soul
well over ninety and that's not very old
for a spunky sweet lady with a will to survive
it might be just in my mind but she's still alive
it might be just in my mind but she's still alive