I learned "I'm Dying, Mother" from a recording of Bert Hare. My instrument is a 1940s Bacon "Belmont" banjo (made by Gretsch) tuned ~ fDGCD.
One summer eve as the sun was setting
The wind blew soft and cold,
A young man lay on a bed of fever
And the tears stood in his eyes.
I'm dying mother I'm surely dying
And Hell is my awful doom,
Come take my hand and
Press it tight for my heart is sad with gloom.
The other night as I left the meeting
The Spirit bid me pray,
I said, "Not tonight but next week only
I must go and dance with the gay."
After this I'll get converted
And lead a Christian life,
But alas too late I've seen the folly
Of staying not tonight.
Mother dear go tell my comrades
Not to do as I have done,
When the Spirit calls do not reject Him
Or put Him off in fun.
Clifton Hicks
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