There's no one like a mother, lad, To comfort all our pain; There's no one like a father, lad, To make one smile again; So while we have our mother, boy, Let's drive away her fear; And while we have our father, boy, Let's fill his heart with cheer. There's no one like a mother, lad, To keep us pure within; There's no one like a father, lad, To warn away from sin; So while we have our mother, boy, Oh, let us not rebel; And while we have our father, boy, Let's heed his warnings well. The time is surely coming, lad, When mother will be gone; The time is surely coming, lad, Of father's passing on; So while we have our mother, boy, Let's make her spirit blest; And while we have our father, boy, Let's be our very best. |