DON'T SWAT YOUR MOTHER
(Brian Hooker & Porter Steele (c) 1919)

Homeward to their mother, two working men did come,
Weary from their honest toil and lighted up with rum.
Supper was not ready. One aimed a brutal blow,
When the blue-eyed baby stopped them, saying, "Brothers, don't do so.

Don't swat your mother, boys, just 'cause she's old!
Don't mop the floor with her face.
Think of her love as a treasure of gold,
Shining through shame and disgrace.

Don't put the rocking chair next to her eye.
Don't bounce the lamp off her bean!
Angels are watching you up in the sky.
Don't swat your mother, boys, it's mean!