And all of our things belonged to her,
To pay up the rent we owe.
"I went to the river to sit down and think,
For no one cared for me now;
I wanted to die like my own dear ma,
But I could not—I did not know how.
"This boy he spoke kindly, and led me away,
He said he would bring me to you;
I knows I am dirty, not fit to be seen,
But, lady, my story is true."