The motherless child
He sat by the well
wearing tartered trousers
which his mother made
that was a long time ago
now she has left him
gone to the great beyond
taking with her everything
his heart mind body and soul
His hair was as rough as a mad man's
he had no shirt and slept in the dew
he went into the bush barefooted
looking for something to eat
someone threw away broken bottles
not knowing he would pass that way
oh! what a pity
he cut himself
and bled to death
with no mother , no doctor, no friend!
wearing tartered trousers
which his mother made
that was a long time ago
now she has left him
gone to the great beyond
taking with her everything
his heart mind body and soul
His hair was as rough as a mad man's
he had no shirt and slept in the dew
he went into the bush barefooted
looking for something to eat
someone threw away broken bottles
not knowing he would pass that way
oh! what a pity
he cut himself
and bled to death
with no mother , no doctor, no friend!
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