To make him plump she starved her body thin.
And he, he ate the food, and never knew,
He laughed and played as little children do.
When there was little sickness in the place
She took what God would send, and what God sent
Never brought any colour to her face
Nor life into her footsteps when she went
Going, she trembled always withered and bent
For all went to her son, always the same,
He was first served whatever blessing came.