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A mother's love is a blessing, do not treat her with scorn,
Don't miss her while she's living for you'll miss her when she's gone;
Do not speak hasty to her, cause her no moment's pain,
For remember she's your mother, and she loves you just the same.
And in that cot there dwells beside a mother old and kind;
No love like hers upon this earth you never more shall find.
A mother's love is a blessing, do not treat her with scorn,
Don't miss her while she's living for you'll miss her when she's gone;
Do not speak hasty to her, cause her no moment's pain,
For remember she's your mother, and she loves you just the same.
When trouble comes upon you, and you know not what to do,
Your mother understands it all, and she will help you through;
But now she's old and feeble, and her hair is turning grey,
For you'll never miss her value till she's placed beneath the clay.
A mother's love is a blessing, do not treat her with scorn,
Don't miss her while she's living for you'll miss her when she's gone;
Do not speak hasty to her, cause her no moment's pain,
For remember she's your mother, and she loves you just the same.
Sung by Mary Powers [b.1933] of Flatrock, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).
