Patrick Regan has kindly shared the material from his George Heath site with readers of the Victorian Web, who may wish to consult the original

Mother dear! sometimes you'll come,
When the fields are all in bloom;
When the blossomed chestnuts wave,
Come and sit beside my grave.
For, alas! I soon must lie,
Where the willows wave and sigh;
Slumber 'neath the mouldy stone,
All unheeded, all unknown.

Come and strew my grave with flowers,
Culled from Nature's wildest bowers;
Those I love, the modest ones,
Hiding 'mongst the moss and stones.
          For alas! etc.

Come when waves of sorrow roll,
Fiercely o'er your shrinking soul;
And, if sainted spirits may,
I will soothe you while you pray.
          For alas! etc.

Come when age has flecked your hair,
Seamed your brow with lines of care;
Sit and muse upon the time,
When we'll meet in yonder clime.
          For alas! etc.

You will not forget, I know,
Where my "mortal" sleeps below;
Though the proud may pause and sneer,
You will hold it sacred, dear!
          For alas! etc.

Last modified 3 September 2002