Oh Darling Mother
Oh Darling Mother, Dear
dying Mother
You wished me to stay and to
win
But I’d give up the fame and
the fortune Dear Mother
For a look from your dear
eyes before they grow dim.
In the great Game of Life
let us play though our heart aches
Let us each do our part then
the victory will win
Then we’ll meet over yonder
where the playing is finished
Where the games are all won
and eyes never grow dim.