| I never shall forget the day
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| I heard my dear old mother say
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| «I'm leaving now the old home dear,
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| remember Jack your mother’s prayer».
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| She left me as the golden sun
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| behind the hill top it did hide,
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| And when I found that she had gone
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| I laid my guitar down and cried.
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| And now she’s gone this world is drear,
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| I long to have dear mother here,
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| She’s gone to join the angels there,
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| I’ll not forget my mother’s prayer.
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| The birds were still, no sound was made,
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| The organ sad but sweetly played,
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| As by her side we gathered there,
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| Our heads bowed down in silent prayer.
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| We laid here where the fragrant rose
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| was blooming o’er her lonely grave,
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| And now in answer to her prayer
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| I’ll meet dear mother some sweet day.
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| And now she’s gone this world is drear,
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| I long to have dear mother here,
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| She’s gone to join the angels there,
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| I’ll not forget my mother’s prayer |