The Mother

'Mother o' mine ; O Mother o' mine '

My Mother rose from her grave last night,

And bent above my bed,

And laid a warm kiss on my lips,

A cool hand on my head;

And ' Come to me and come to me,

My bonny boy,' she said.

And when they found him at the dawn,

His brow with blood defiled,

And gently laid him in the earth,

They wondered why he smiled.