In that dear old village church yard
There I see a mossy mound
That is where my mothers sleeping
In that cold and sorrowed ground
As I wander through the church yard
Flowers to plant with tender care
On the grave of my dear mother
Sadness finds me weeping here
I was young but I remember
The sad night my mother died
As I watched her spirits fading
And she
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