A crowd of young fellows one night in a club,
Were talking of sweethearts they had;
They all seemed so gay with the exception of one,
He seemed so downhearted and sad.
"Come join up as comrades like others," they said,
"For surely somebody loves you!"
And Jack turned his head and he proudly said,
"Oh, yes, I'm in love with two!"
For one has hair of silvery grey,
And the other is just like gold;
One is gay and youthful,
While the other is bent and old.
They are the pride of my life to me,
And from them I never will part;
For one is my mother, God bless her, I love her,
The other is my sweetheart.
My sweetheart is one of those hardworking girls,
And to her I intend to be wed;
But father says, "No, it can never be so,
You must marry a lady instead.
Your mother is old now and that's quite enough,
For I married her when she was poor."
But mother says, "Yes, Jack, she'll be your wife yet,
And father will consent I am sure!"
For one has hair of silvery grey,
And the other is just like gold;
One is gay and youthful,
While the other is bent and old.
They are the pride of my life to me,
And from them I never will part;
For one is my mother, God bless her, I love her,
The other is my sweetheart.