Oh! dunnot let fowk tak mi mam!
Help me to rouse her up!
An' if shoo wants her physic,
See,--it's in this little cup.

Aw know her heead war bad last neet,
When putting us to bed;
Shoo said, 'God bless yo, little things!'
An' that wor all shoo said.

Aw saw a tear wor in her e'e--
In fact, it's seldom dry:
Sin daddy went shoo allus cries,
But niver tells us why.

Aw think it's coss he isn't here,
'At maks her e'en soa dim;
Shoo says, he'll niver come to us,
But we may goa to him.

But if shoo's gooan an' left us here,
What mun we do or say?--
We cannot follow her unless,
Somebody 'll show us th' way."

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My heart was full to bursting,
When I heard the woeful tale;
I gazed a moment on the face