1 They’re mourning tonight at the old hearthstone,
Give them a ray of hope;
Their weary hearts are sad and lone,
Thro’ deep’ning sorrow grope.

May are the heart that are mourning tonight,
Mourning over ruined boys;
Many are the hearts praying for the right,
Tho’ robb’d of all life’s joys.
Mourning tonight, mourning tonight,
mourning at the old hearthstone,
Mourning tonight, mourning tonight,
mourning at the old hearthstone.

2 They’re weeping tonight at the old hearthstone,
Weeping for loved ones lost;
Bright music hushed to wail and moan—
The licensed grogshop’s cost.

May are the heart that are mourning tonight,
Mourning over ruined boys;
Many are the hearts praying for the right,
Tho’ robb’d of all life’s joys.
Mourning tonight, mourning tonight,
mourning at the old hearthstone,
Mourning tonight, mourning tonight,
mourning at the old hearthstone.

3 There’s anguish tonight at the old hearthstone,
For lov’d ones they await
Are lured and wretched by murder-mills,
Maintained by church and state.

May are the heart that are mourning tonight,
Mourning over ruined boys;
Many are the hearts praying for the right,
Tho’ robb’d of all life’s joys.
Mourning tonight, mourning tonight,
mourning at the old hearthstone,
Mourning tonight, mourning tonight,
mourning at the old hearthstone.

4 They’re calling tonight from the old hearthstone,
List to the plaintive cry;
Pleading to us to protect their boys,
Ere in drunkards’ graves they lie.

May are the heart that are breaking tonight,
Breaking over ruined boys;
Many are the hearts praying for the right,
Tho’ robb’d of all life’s joys.
Breaking tonight, breaking tonight,
breaking at the old hearthstone,
Breaking tonight, breaking tonight,
breaking at the old hearthstone.