If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother oโ mine, O mother oโ mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother oโ mine, O mother oโ mine! If I were drowned in the deepest sea, Mother oโ mine, O mother oโ mine! I know whose tears would come down to me, Mother oโ mine, O mother oโ mine! If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother oโ mine, O mother oโ mine!
Rudyard KiplingI wasted my substance, I know I did, on riotous living, so I did, but there's nothing on record to show I did more than my betters have done.
Rudyard Kipling