As an Irish boy
was leaving
Leaving his
native home
Crossing the broad
Atlantic waves
Once more he
wished to roam
And as he was
leaving his mother
While walking
o'er the Quay
He threw his arms
around her waist
And these are
the words he'd say
A mother's
love's a blessing
No matter
where you roam
Keep her while
she's living
You'll miss her
when she's gone
Love her as
in childhood
When feeble
old and grey
For you'll never miss
your mother's love
'til she's buried
beneath the clay
And as the years
roll onwards
I'll settle
down in life
I'll choose a nice
young Irish girl
And take her
for my wife
And as the
kids grow older
They'll play
around my knee
And I'll teach them
the very same lesson
That my mother
taught to me
A mother's
love's a blessing
No matter
where you roam
Keep her while
she's living
You'll miss her
when she's gone
Love her as
in childhood
When feeble
old and grey
You'll never miss
your mother's love
'til she's buried
beneath the clay