In a grave­yard lone, near the dear old home,
Lies a form I love so well;
And I’ll ne’er for­get how she cared for me,
Ere she said, My boy, fare­well.

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From this earth dear mo­ther’s gone,
But we’ll meet on Ca­naan’s shore;
There we’ll live while ag­es roll,
Where sad part­ings come no more.

O the dear old home where I used to play,
Is a place most dear to me;
But the one I loved I shall see no more,
Till I cross the jas­per sea.

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Near the dear old home, in the grave­yard lone,
Mother’s form was laid to rest;
But we’ll meet again in the by and by,
And be num­bered with the blest.

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