Have Pity, Judge, She's My Mother.
Copyright, 1898, by Hamilton S. Gordon.
Written and composed by Gussie L. Davis
She stood at the bar of justice,
A woman with snow-white hair,
Beside her there stood her daughter,
A maiden both young and fair;
For some crime the mother was guilty;
But no lawyer was there to explain.'
Her daughter then tried to defend her.
And said, while her heart ached with pain:
Have pity, Judge, she's my mother: please let her go home with me,
And if some one must go to prison, I'll take her place if you'll agree
Mother is so old and feeble, she never could stand the strain.
Have pity, Judge, she's my mother, don't let me plead in vain
the daughter went home in sorrow,
The mother led to a cell.
While she sat and thought of freedom,
The child who her griefs to tell.
A bright thought then came to her daughter,
To the Judge's wife that night she fled;
The good woman said, "I'll plead for you."
The Judge kissed the child while she said:-Chorus.