The Wayward Boy (Charlie Poole) 
A wayward boy got tired of home He says, ’I’ll go sea I’ll travel this wide world over From home then I’ll be free’ 
His mother says, ’Don’t leave me, Jack For you’re my only joy’ But all in vain, he had his way Though she said to her boy: 
When you are tired and weary, dear boy No longer wish to roam Your dear old mother would welcome you At home, home, sweet home 
The wayward boy got tired at last He longed for peace and rest He longed for his dear old mother Best friend he had on earth But like a flower neglected She had faded away and died The only comfort that he had Was the last words she cried: 
The wayward boy went off to sea Despite his mother’s tears No letter reached her from her son In many weary years He led a wild and reckless life Though sometimes in his sleep He could see his dear old mother’s face And sadly she would weep: 
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