God save my son,

For I cannot.

And the winters are cold,

And the summers are hot,

And the livin' ain't easy,

My boy's gone away;

Life ain't easier,

Livin' his way.

Patrick come home,

Why did you go?

The desire of being

a newsie, I'll never know.

I'll never understand,

But I still live every day;

Searching for my son...

For my son, pray.