A mother’s love’s a blessing, song

Theresa Houten, singing in English
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An Irish boy was leaving, leaving his native home
Crossing the broad Atlantic to sail once more from home
As he was leaving his mother, to make his heart feel sore
She threw her arms around my neck
And this is the word she […]

A mother’s love’s a blessing no matter where you roam
Keep her while she’s living, you’ll miss her while she’s gone
Love her as in childhood to she’s feeble old and grey
Never will miss a mother’s love to she’s buried beneath the clay.

As the years roll onwards, to settle down in life
Choose some decent Irish girl to come and be my wife
As the kids grow older to crool around my knee
Teach to them the very same lesson my mother have taught to me.

Your mother’s love’s a blessing, no matter where you roam
Keep her while she’s living you’ll miss her when sh (spoken).