It is the day of all the year, of all the year the one day
That I shall see my mother dear and bring her cheer a mothering on Sunday
So I'll put on my Sunday coat and in my hat a feather
And get the lines I writ by note with many a note that I've a-strung together
And now to fetch my wheaten cake, to fetch it from the baker
He promised me for mother's sake, the best he'd bake for me to fetch and take her
My sister Jane is waiting maid along with Squire's lady
And year by year her part she's played, and home she's stayed to get the dinner ready
For mother comes to church, you see, of all the year it's the day
"The one," she'll say, "that's made for me!" And so it be - it's every mother's free day
The boys will all come home from town, not one will miss that one day
And every maid will bustle down to show her gown, a-mothering on Sunday
It is the day of all the year, of all the year the one day
And here come I, my mother dear, to bring you cheer a-mothering on Sunday