Mother from Smallworld by Dallahan

Mother
Lyrics traditional, music Jack Badcock

Give me three grains of corn, Mother
Only three grains of corn
To keep what little life I have,
'till the coming of the morn
Mother, oh

I'm dying of hunger and cold, Mother
Dying of hunger and cold
The agony of such a death
My lips have never told
Mother, oh
Mother, oh

What has old Ireland done, Mother?
What has old Ireland done?
The world looks on and sees them starve
Perishing one by one,
Mother, oh

I dreamed of bread in my sleep, Mother
The sight was a heaven to see
Awoke with an eager and famishing heart
And you had no bread for me
Mother, oh
Mother, oh

There's many a brave heart Mother
That’s dying of hunger and cold
While only across the channel, Mother
Thousands are rolling their gold
Mother, oh
Mother, oh

How can i look to you?, Mother
How can i look to you?
For bread to feed your starving child
While you are starving too

Mother, oh
Mother, oh

• World
• acoustic
• folk-rock. singer-songwriter
• fusion
• pop
• Germany