“Come back asthore, mother’s no more,

Come back and no longer roam;

Ah! how she drooped when you left here, dear,

Ay, she drooped ’till her poor heart broke,

Watching and waiting for you to return,

Your name was the last she spoke.”

Refrain.

He sinks in tears by the camp-fire,

And breathes to Heaven a prayer,

He thinks of her heart-broken,