And her lover was never her groom,
As he wedded a handsomer girl.
To the stranger, old Rachel was ugly indeed,
For her features were grim and distorted;
Tho’ in years long gone by she was lovely and fair,
As the hopes of her life that were thwarted
By the dreadful mishap in the mill.
But beneath the plain calico gown that she wore,
Beat a heart that was loving and tender—
As the villagers knew—and man, woman or child