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An Irish boy was leaving, leaving his own native home
Crossing the broad Atlantic, once more he wished to roam
And as he was leaving his mother, while standing on the key
She threw her arms around his neck adn these were the words she said
A mother's love's a blessing no matter where you roam
Keep her while she's living you'll miss her when shes gone
Love her as in childhood though feeble, old and grey
For you'll never miss your mother when shes buried beneath the clay
And as the years go onward, I'll settle down in life
I'll find a nice young Irish girl, and make her my sweet wife
and as the kids grow older and climb around my knee
I'll teach them the very same lesson that my mother once taught to me
A mother's love's a blessing no matter where you roam
Keep her while she's living you'll miss her when shes gone
Love her as in childhood though feeble, old and grey
For you'll never miss your mother when shes buried beneath the clay