My Mother

Who sat and watched my infant's head,

When sleeping on my cradle bed,

And tears of sweet affection shed?

My Mother.

Who dressed my doll in clothes so gay,

And fondly taught me how to play,

And minded all I had to say?

My Mother.

Who ran and help me when I fell,

And would some pretty story tell,

Or kiss the place to make it well?

My Mother.

And can I ever cease to be

Affectionate and kind to these,

Who was very kind to me

My Mother.