In an’ come her father dear,
Stout steping on the floor;
.....
.....
25.
‘Hold your toung, my doughter dear,
Let a’ your mourning a-bee;
I’le carry the dead corps to the clay,
An’ I’le come back an’ comfort thee.’
26.
In an’ come her father dear,
Stout steping on the floor;
.....
.....
25.
‘Hold your toung, my doughter dear,
Let a’ your mourning a-bee;
I’le carry the dead corps to the clay,
An’ I’le come back an’ comfort thee.’
26.