Be My Mother Till I Die

Johnson, Song Publisher, 7 N. 10th St., Philadelphia.

Be My Mother Till I Die.

Ladies, some one be my mother;
Then ’twill seem that I am home;
I’ll imagine I’m a brother,
Hearing each familiar tone;
But I want a mother near me,
With that heaven in her eye:
Ladies, some one be my mother,
Be my mother till I die.

Long before I was a soldier,
Long before I fought and bled,
In our cottage all the dear ones
Thus would gather round my bed.
Do not treat me as a stranger;
Let me feel a brother’s tie:
One of you I want as mother,
Be my mother till I die.

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