Don’t Drink, My Boy, Tonight.

Don’t Drink, My Boy, Tonight.
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I left by mother at the door,
My sister by her side;
Their clasped hands and loving looks
Forbade their hopes to hide.
I left and met with comrades gay,
When the moon brought out her light,

And my loving mother whispered me,
“Don’t drink, my boy, tonight.”

Long years have passed away since then.
My jetty curls are gray. But,
Oh, those words are with me yet.
And will not pass away.
I see my mother’s smiling face,
With goodness radiant bright.
And hear it ringing in my earn
“Don’t drink, my boy, tonight.”