Last night as i lay dreaming; upon my feather bed
An angel came from heaven; and to-old me mum was dead.
I woke up in the mornin' to see if it was true; me mum was up in hea-ven be-si-de the sky so blue.
So children obey your mother; and do as you are told.
For when you lose your moth-er; you lo-se a heart of gold.