(From a mother to her son (black sheep of the family) going to France in 1915 KSLI)

In the land where you are going, midst the struggle and the din
Sometimes think of your old mother, who would shield you from all sin

Don’t despair boy if you’re lonely, don’t be tempted wrong to do
Just think of your old mother, as your mother thinks of you

When the black sheep is returning, I shall greet him with a smile
In his absence I’ll be weary and be longing all the while.

- Ted Woolley


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