MY LAD YOUR MOTHER'S
This Popular Song, can always be had at the Poet's Box,
180 and 192 Overgste, Dundee.
A soldier he returned again,
Back from a foreign shore.,
He longed to see those loving ones,
For them he did adore,
All things they wore changed to him,
In that spot where ho was born,
No, none was there to welcome him,
They were all dead and gone.
Just as the bells were ringing,
Upon that Sabbath mourn,
He knocked at the door,
Of the cot where he was born,
His heart it was nigh broken,
When a neighbour to him said,
She's sleeping over yonder there,
My lad your mother dead.
He left his humble village home
His mother dear in tears,
It breke her poor old aged heart
She had not seen her son for years,
He thought to meet her once again,
After sailing o'er the seas,
That soldier laddie brave and true,
He fought for victory.
Upon the field of battle,
He's seen his comrades lay,
All on the plains of Egypt there.,
In lands far far away,
Yet still his heart grew sadder,
When he heard she was no more.
His fond and loving mother dear,
Dwells on a happier shore,
His sunburnt face grew paler,
As upward he bent his way,
Towards the village churchyard there,
Where his poor mother lay.
He kneeled down by her silent grave,
And like a child he cried.
He gentle whispered soon I shall,
Be sleeping by her side.
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Probable period of publication:
1880-1900 shelfmark: L.C.Fol.70(101a)
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