The Mother’s Plea for Her Son (Poole) 
Strolling to a courthouse Not many miles from here A boy stood in the prison dark While his mother she stood near The lad was quite a youngster Although he’d gone astray And from his master’s cashbox He’d stolen some coin away 
The lad addressed his honor As the tears flowed down his cheek He said, "Kind sir, would you please allow My mother here to speak" His honor then consented While the boy hung down his head And turning to the jurymen These words his mother said: 
"Remember I’m a widow And the prisoner is my son And gentlemen, remember It is the first crime he has done Don’t send my boy to prison For that would drive me mad Remember I’m a widow And I’m pleading for my lad" 
The widow’s eyes were flashing fire And her cheeks turned deathly pale "The reason why I’m here today Is to save my boy from jail Although I know he’s guilty And I know his crime is bad But remember I’m his mother And I’m pleading for my lad" 
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