Who sat and watched my infant head,
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweat affection shed?
My Mother.

Who dressed me in clothes nice and gay,
And fondly taught me how to play,
And minded all I had to say?
My Mother.

Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story to tell,
Or kiss my head to make me well?
My Mother.

And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who was so very kind to me?
My Mother.

When thou art feeble, old and grey
My healthy arm shall be thy stay
And I will soothe thy pains away.
My Mother.