Don’t be Angry Mother.
Don’t be angry mother, mother,
Let thy smiles be smiles of joy,
Don’t be angry, mother, mother,
Don’t be angry with thy boy.
Years have flown since we have travers’d
The dark and stormy sea;
Whilst your boy quite broken-heart’d,
Ne’er has ceased to think of thee.
Don’t be angry mother, mother,
Let the world say what it will,
Though I don’t deserve thy favor,
Yet I fondly love thee still;
We have lived and loved together,
And our hearts ne’er knew a pain
But forgive me, mother, mother,
Oh, forgive thy boy again.
Pray, remember, mother, mother,
I’ve been kneeling at thy feet,
And I am dreaming of thee nightly,
While reclining in my sleep;
But forgive me, mother, mother,
It will ease thy heart of pain,
But forgive me, mother, mother,
Oh, forgive thy boy again.
I am not Angry.
I am not angry, dearest boy,
No cloud is on my brow,
Thou seest only smiles of joy,
I am not angry now.
A mother’s heart has yearn’d for thee,
A mother’s tears have flown,
A mother’s prayers been offer’d up
To the eternal throne:
And though thou hast been wayward, boy,
Misguided by thy will,
A mother’s love is thine, my boy
Thou art my darling still.