“Good-bye, darling, good-bye, dear,
Don’t forget the loving heart that’s waiting for you here,
When you’re sad and weary and no more you wish to roam,
Your mother still will welcome you, at ‘Home, sweet home!’”
The foolish boy went off to sea,
Despite his mother’s tears,
No letter reached her from the lad
For many weary years.
He led a wild and reckless life,
But sometimes in his sleep