Consider those dear hearts, that loved me so well,
And depended all on me to be their true friend.
Poor little Beauty Linna, departed this life,
My hands around her by the fire, my heart aching,
I wept steady from that time, till next day,
I took the best of care of her, days and nights,
I did everything could be done,
I did the best I could do,
I sat up nights with her, till it made me very lame,
Then I fixed her in her bed, warm, close by the fire,