For rocks and rills and mountain side,
Where dwelt the queen who'd be his bride.
So much for selfish, erring man;
He'll do the best where e'er he can.
Time, time rolled on, when Sadie's sire,
With renewed youth and boyhood ire,
Took to himself another wife,
And tried anew to live his life.
The new-made mistress of the home
(Who had no place she called her own)
Was mother of a daughter fair,
With dimpled cheeks and flowing hair.
The madame's name was Maria;
Her daughter's was Sarah.
She soon was boss of all the house,
And Sadie driven like a mouse
Into the cold and cheerless world.
Sadie, with a broken heart,
Prayed her father take her part;
But he, with proud and dire disdain,
Forever did refrain.