Weeping the whole night through.
Poor little Ada Queetie's sickness and death,
Destroyed my health at an unknown rate,
With my heart breaking and weeping,
I kept fire going night after night, to keep Poor little dear warm,
I kept getting up nights to see how she was,
And see what I could do for her.
Three her last days and nights,
She breathed the breath of life here on earth,
She was taken down very sick, then I was up all night long,