Gambling for Gold 

 

One year ago since my sunny haired darling 

Left his old home to gobout in the world. 

When he had kissed his dear Mother and started, 

I told him to never give honor for gold. 

 

Chorus: 

 

Gambling for gold, 

Gambling for gold. 

That's what my boy is doing, I'm told. 

Breaking the heart of his old gray haired mother, 

Yes, breaking and crushing for gold. 

 

But a letter last week from a stranger, 

Brought the sad news that must kill me, I'm sure. 

For it said that my boy was drunkard and gambler, 

When I thought he was honest and pure. 

 

I'll go tonight to that far distant city; 

God, hear my prayers and help me find my boy. 

I'll bring him back to the old Church yard yonder. 

He'll again be my pride and my joy. 

 

Dear Mothers, I beg, watch over you children. 

Don't let them feel that your love can grow cold, 

But teach them that gold is all worthless, 

Lest they gamble their homor for gold.