No burial these pretty babes Did cover them with leaves. 17. And now the heavy wrath of God, Yea, fearful fiends did haunt his house, His barns were fired, his goods consumed, His lands were barren made, His cattle died within the field, And nothing with him stayed. 18. And in the voyage of Portugal And to conclude, himself was brought, He pawned and mortgaged all his land And now at length this wicked act 19. The fellow that did take in hand The which is here expressed : WHO fed me from her gentle breast, 2. When sleep forsook my open eye, Who was it sung sweet lullaby, 3. My Mother. Who sat and watched my infant head, My Mother. 4. When pain and sickness made me cry, Who gazed upon my heavy eye, And wept for fear that I should die ? B My Mother. 5. Who dressed my doll in clothes so gay, And minded all I had to say? 6. My Mother. Who ran to help me when I fell, 7. My Mother. Who taught my infant lips to pray, 8. And can I ever cease to be, Who wast so very kind to me, My Mother. My Mother? 9. Oh no! the thought I cannot bear : 10. My Mother. When thou art feeble, old, and gray, My Mother. |