Mother dear come bathe my forehead. For I'm growing very weak. Mother let one drop of water. Fall upon my burning cheek. . I'm going away to leave you mother darling.
Wine is sweet and gin is bitter. Drink all you can but you won't forget her. You talk too much, you laugh too loud. You see her face in every crowd. .
Mother dear come bathe my forehead for I'm growing very weak. Mother let one drop of water fall upon my burning cheek. Tell my loving little playmates that I never more shall play.
Now, come and bathe my forehead, mother. For I'm growing very weak. Let one drop of water, mother. Fall upon my burning cheek. . Go and tell my little playmates.