[by Johnny Patterson]
Just twenty years ago today, I grasped my mother's hand,
She kissed and blessed her only son,
going to a foreign land;
The neighbours took me from her breast and told her I must go,
But I could hear my mother's voice, though
her words were sweet and low.
Goodbye, Johnny dear, when you're far away,
Don't forget your dear old mother far across the
sea;
Write a letter now and then and send her all you can,
And don't forget where e'er you roam that you're an Irishman.
I
sailed away from Queenstown, that is the cove of Cork,
A very pleasant voyage we had and soon we're in New York;
I'd plenty of
friends to meet me there and work I got next day,
But with all the hospitality I could hear my mother say.
Goodbye, Johnny dear,
when you're far away,
Don't forget your dear old mother far across the sea;
Write a letter now and then and send her all you
can,
And don't forget where e'er you roam that you're an Irishman.
One day a letter came to me, it came from Ireland,
The
postmark showed it came from home, it was not my mother's hand;
'Twas father who had wrote to say that she had passed away,
And just
as if from Heaven above I could hear my mother say.
Goodbye, Johnny dear, when you're far away,
Don't forget your dear old
mother far across the sea;
Write a letter now and then and send her all you can,
And don't forget where e'er you roam that you're an
Irishman.
