| The night was dark and stormy
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| The wind was howling wild
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| As an aged mother gazed upon
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| The portrait of her child
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| As she gazed on the baby’s features
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| That once filled her heart with joy
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| He’s now in this wild world roaming
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| That mother’s long lost boy
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| Your mother still prays for you, Jack
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| Your mother still prays for you
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| In a home far over the ocean
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| Your mother still prays for you
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| At last there came a letter
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| It was deeply edged in black
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| From a comrade long forgotten
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| Who still remembered Jack
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| They have lain your dear old mother
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| In a grave so dark and cold
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| And she wants her boy who is roaming
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| To meet her on the streets of gold
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| His stony heart was broken
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| As he thought of his mother dear
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| And in spite of his comrades laughing
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| He could not keep back his tears
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| In spite of the great temptations
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| That once filled his heart with tears
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| So he started for Heaven that evening
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| As sweetly the people did sing |