She had more than common wit,
And more than common love,
Her heart was full of love for me,
O do consider my Poor little heart.
She was my dear and nearest friend, to love and pity me,
And to believe that I was sick,
She spoke to me, and looked at me most all the time,
And could not go from me.
Poor little heart, she used to jump down to the door to go out,
She would look around, and call to me to go with her,