A Boy’s Best Friend Is His Mother

A Boy’s Best Friend Is His Mother
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I’ve been thinking of late
Of a time that’s passed away
Of a friends in whom I could confide
Of my dear old mother’s knce,
Around which I used to play,
How I missed her sweat face when she died
How well I loved her no one can tell
Like her I can never love another;
It always gave her joy
To kiss her darling boy,
For a boy’s best friend is his mother

Chorus:
So do wirat you can for her while she’s here,
Don’t trust in your sister or your brother,
On, the triend it my neod Was a friend to me indeed
A boy’s best friend is his mother

When you’re sick in your bed and sour money is all gone
Then by your friends you will be scorned
But your mother she will watch by your bedaide higlit and day,
And may for you every eve and morn
When you are in trouble on your friends you will call-
What good is your sleter or your brother?
From you they’ll turn away
so remembe what I say
A boy’s best friend is his mother

Chorus
So always try and treat your old mother with re sрест,
For she is the one who cares for you,
And when she is laid in her old grave Iite her you will never find another,
And when the scented flowers so sadly o’er her
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You will find your best friend was your mother
Chotus