Tears the babe from its Mother and sells it for Gold;
While the Infant and Mother, loud shriek for each other,
In sorrow and woe.
At last came the parting of Mother and Child,
Her brain reel'd with madness, that mother was wild;
Then the Lash could not smother, the shrieks of that Mother,
Of sorrow and woe.
The child was borne off to a far distant clime,
While the Mother was left in anguish to pine;
But reason departed, and she sunk broken-hearted,