Travellin' round the country so.
'Spect she'll be a mighty lady,
Shinin' jewels in her ears;
But I hope she won't forget us,—
Dat is what dis poor heart fears."
"'Deed she won't," then spoke the brother,
"Martha'll love us just as well
As before she parted from us,—
Trust me, mammy, I can tell."
Then he passed a hand in silence