Mother’s song

He smiled at me  so broadly I was mazed
He thought I was his mother,not the case
He asked me where I’d spent my honeymoon
I  don’t know.Oh Scarborough,flowers bloomed
Why  did your boss sport a wooden leg?
He got in  in the war,  he lost his head
Mother you look stunning, on he  smiled
Where is Dad? I’m sorry, he has died
So why have you not married since that time?
He gazed on me  entranced, and not by rhymes
No-one ‘s asked me yet;he seemed surprised
Never mind that, is the washing dry?
Mother,  now you ‘re blessed with big  blue eyes
I felt so sad,I  would have sobbed and cried.
If it made him happy,was I  wrong
Being like a mother till  the end?