This is some of the words of a song my Grandfather used to sing. I would appreciate the rest if anyone knows it.

Come all ye young comrades
And listen unto me
And I'll sing you a sad story
Of some bad company

I was born in Pennsylvania
Among those beautiful hills
And the memory of my childhood
Goes lingering with me still

I had a king old mother
As loving as kind could be
And on her knees before me
She wept and she prayed for me

I know bits and pieces of some other verses. There's about fifteen of them all together.