Who fed me from her gentle breast, And hush'd me in her arms to rest, And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?                            My Mother. When sleep forsook my open eye, Who was it sung sweet hushaby, And rock'd me that I should not cry?                            My Mother. Who sat and watch'd my infant head, When sleeping on my cradle bed, And tears of sweet affection shed?                            My Mother. Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well?                            My Mother. And can I ever cease to be Affectionate and kind to thee, Who wast so very kind to me,                            My Mother. And when I see thee hang thy head, 'Twill be my turn to watch thy bed, And tears of sweet affection shed,                            My Mother. XXX