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'Twas rum that spoiled my boy

I have seen a mother weeping

Author: L. F. Cole
Tune: [I have seen a mother weeping]
Published in 10 hymnals

Audio files: MIDI

Representative Text

1 I have seen a mother weeping,
O’er a little pallid face;
I have seen her kiss the forehead,
Seen the last, sad, fond embrace;
I have seen her heavy, heart-sore,
Turning toward her home again;
And I’ve envied her her sadness,
There was much to soothe her pain.

Refrain:
Oh, ‘twas rum that spoil’d my darling,
Rum, enthron’d but to destroy;
Drive the monster from the nation,
Then you’ll shout, “We’ve sav’d the boy!”

2 I have known a mother waiting,
Waiting while the years roll’d by,
Starting from her dreams at midnight,
Waiting, watching eagerly,
For her boy, long lost and wand’ring
In some strange and distant land,
And I’ve tho’t, oh blest the watcher!
Hoping yet to clasp his hand. [Refrain]

3 I have seen a mother pacing
On the shore where breaks the sea,
Pleading with the stormy waters,
“Give, oh give my boy to me!”
But by waves by far more cruel,
Waves that drowned my sweetest joy,
I am sitting and lamenting,
Oh, ‘twas rum that spoiled my boy! [Refrain]

4 Gaze into the eyes cherubic;
Rain your kisses on his cheek;
Clasp him fondly to your bosom,
Feel the thrill you cannot speak;
Link yourself to God and heaven,
All your mother-love employ,
That your lips may never falter,
Oh, ‘twas rum that spoiled my boy! [Refrain]

Source: Triumphant Songs No.3 #52

Author: L. F. Cole

Rev. L. F. Cole served churches in Indiana, Minnesota and Wisconsin. He was active in the Temperance movement and wrote several hymns. Dianne Shapiro Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: I have seen a mother weeping
Title: 'Twas rum that spoiled my boy
Author: L. F. Cole
Refrain First Line: O, 'twas rum that spoiled my darling

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Diadems #200

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Fount of Blessing #100

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Great Joy! #95

Inspiring Hymns #d109

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Loving Voices #128

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Songs of the New Crusade #28

The Anti-Saloon League Song Book #d32

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The Revival No. 2 #234

The Sabbath School Queen #d30

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Triumphant Songs No.3 #52

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