She found I could not go, she would come in again,
She loved her dear friendy so well she could not go out and leave me.
O my dear beloved little heart, she was my own heart within me,
When she was well and I was sick, and made out to sit in my chair,
She knew I was sick, because I didn't say but a very little to her.
She would stand close to me all the time,
And speak to me, I could not take her eyes off my face,
And look as grieved as it her heart must break,
She was so worried for me,
And if I was forced to lay down,