All I have to comfort me is,
She is taken from the evil to come.
I hope I never shall have a hen, to set so much by again,
From over sea, she was brought to me, one week old,
I raised her in my lap,
She loved me dreadful dearly.
She would jam close to me,
Every chance she could get,
And talk to me, and want to get in my lap,
And set down close.