1.

The melodies of many Lands
Erewhile have charmed mine ear,
Yet there's but one among them all
Which still my heart holds dear;
I heard it first from lips I loved,
My tears it then beguiled,
It was the song my mother sang,
When I was but a child,
It was the song my mother sang,
When I was but a child.

2.

Its words I well remember now,
Were fraught with precepts old,
And ev'ry line a maxim held,
Of far more worth than gold;
A lesson 'twas, though simply taught,
That cannon pass away;
It is my guiding star by night,
My comfort in the day;
It is my guiding star by night,
My comfort in the day;

3.

It told me in the hour of need
To seek a solace there,
Where only sticken hearts could find
Sweet answer to their prayer;
Ah! much I owe that gentle voice,
Whose words my tears beguiled,
That song of songs my mother sang,
When I was but a child,
That song of songs my mother sang,
When I was but a child.