Don’t be angry mother, mother, Let thy smiles be smiles of joy, Don’t be angry, mother, mother, Don’t be angry with thy boy. Years have flown since we have travers’d The dark and stormy sea; Whilst your boy quite broken-heart’d, Ne’er has ceased to think of thee. Don’t be angry mother, mother, Let the world say what it will, Though I don’t deserve thy favor, Yet I fondly love thee still; We have lived and loved together, And our hearts ne’er knew a pain But forgive me, mother, mother, Oh, forgive thy boy again. Pray, remember, mother, mother, I’ve been kneeling at thy feet, And I am dreaming of thee nightly, While reclining in my sleep; But forgive me, mother, mother, It will ease thy heart of pain, But forgive me, mother, mother, Oh, forgive thy boy again. I am not Angry. 33 I am not angry, dearest boy, No cloud is on my brow, Thou seest only smiles of joy, I am not angry now. A mother’s heart has yearn’d for thee, A mother’s tears have flown, A mother’s prayers been offer’d up To the eternal throne: And though thou hast been wayward, boy, Misguided by thy will, A mother’s love is thine, my boy Thou art my darling still. While thou wert on the rolling deep, Toss’d by the rugged sea, My only comfort was to weep-- To weep and pray for thee. Over thy follies I have shed, Ah! many a bitter tear, And I have mourn’d for thee as dead Through all the passing year; Yet I have pray’d that thou, my son, Might’st catch my latest breath, That thy dear hands, and thine alone, Might close my eyes in death. I do forgive thee now, my boy, It frees my heart from pain, My bosom throbs alone with joy To see thy face again. Though thou hast wander’d far from me, I’ll yet forgive the past, For I am happy, boy, to see Thou hast return’d at last. Yes, now this heart is fill’d with joy, My sororws are all o’er, For thou art here again, my boy, And we shall part no more. My Home in Kentuck. 34