I'm Dying, Mother

One summer eve as the sun was setting The wind blew soft and cold A young man lay on a bed of Fever and tears stood in his eye Mother I'm surely dying The other night as I left the meeting The spirit, he bid me pay I said not tonight next week only I will go, and bang to the day Mother I'm surely dying Mother dear go and tell my comrades Not to do what I have done When my spirit comes down and calls you Do not reject this honest plea Mother I'm surely dying Mother I'm surely dying