Gambling for Gold
One year ago since my sunny haired darling
Left his old home to gobout in the world.
When he had kissed his dear Mother and started,
I told him to never give honor for gold.
Gambling for gold,
Gambling for gold.
That's what my boy is doing, I'm told.
Breaking the heart of his old gray haired mother,
Yes, breaking and crushing for gold.
But a letter last week from a stranger,
Brought the sad news that must kill me, I'm sure.
For it said that my boy was drunkard and gambler,
When I thought he was honest and pure.
I'll go tonight to that far distant city,
God, hear my prayers and help me find my boy.
I'll bring him back to the old Church yard yonder.
He'll again be my pride and my joy.
Dear Mothers, I beg, watch over you children.
Don't let them feel that your love can grow cold,
But teach them that gold is all worthless,
Lest they gamble their homor for gold.