When they was both alive, and I had fire in the north room,
And it came up too cold for them,
They would go in the east room, and call me to come to them,
They would stand side and side, and look at the fire place, and look at me,
Deaning me to make fire there for them,
Then I would make fire there, and they and I sat down together,
Now they are gone and I am left broken hearted.
When Poor little Ada Queetie
Departed this life,
That was the first cause