We’ve paid for our berths and want rest.”
But never a word said the man with the child,
As he fondled it close to his breast.
“Where is its mother? Go, take it to her—”
This a lady then softly said.
“I wish that I could,” was the man’s sad reply,
“But she’s dead in the coach ahead.”
Every eye filled with tears when his story he told,
Of a wife who was faithful and true.
He told how he’s saved up his earnings for years