As ’e can’t ’ear me? Not the word I’d say
To tell ’e how I loved ’e?
Ah, now I be in ’ell, I be in ’ell!
And ’a won’t never know.
(Her hand falls out across chair, pointing toward the crib)
What’s that to say?
Oh, the dear hand. Yes, I’ll look after ’em.
They shan’t know want—and I won’t go away——
The way I’d wish to go. I’ll bear my life
And all the burden of it. There, there, my lass,