Parody On Mother, I've Come Home to Die

J. WRIGLEY. Publisher, of Songs, Ballad’s, and Toy Books, Conversation, Age and Small Playing Cards. Alphabet Wood Blocks, Valentines, Motto Verses, and Cut Motto Paper, &c. No. 27 Chatham Street. (OPPOSITE CITY HALL PARK) NEW YORK.

Parody on Mother, i’ve comd home to die.

Dear Mother, I remember well
“That nice young gal from New Jersey”
She said “Oh kiss but never tell!”
“How are you, black horse cavalry?”
“Then let me like a soldier fall,”
“When the swallows homeward fly;”
“Come landlord fill the flowing bowl”
“Dear Mother, I’ve come home to die.”

“Oh, hark! I hear an angel sing”
“I’ll be free and easy still,”
“My love he is a sailor boy,”
With “The sword of Bunker-Hill.”
Oh “Happy happy be thy dreams,”
When you’re “Coming thro’ the rye;”
“I wish I was in Dixie’s land”
“Dear Mother, I’ve come home to die.”

“Dear Tom,” “’Twas my grand-ma’s advice”
“Don’t ever fly your kite too high;”
“I’m over young to marry yet”
“Says the spider to the fly.”
“We met by chance” at “Donoybrook fair”
Where “No Irish need apply:”
“I dream’t I dwelt in marble halls”
“Dear Mother I’ve come home to die.”

“Yes dearest I will love thee more,”
“I’ll hang my harp on a willow tree,”
“Our Billy was a butcher boy,”
And “Sally is the gal for me.”
“A dainty plant’s the ivy green”
“Then comrades raise your banners high;”
“I wish I had a fat contract,”
“Dear Mother, I’ve come home to die.”

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