I was a child still, when he went from us.
My sister was a tiny new-born babe.
My mother died of grief in no long time.
My sister was adopted by good folk
Who later moved away from my old home.
And of her fate I never more heard tell.
Some relatives assisted me to learn
A miner’s work, in which I expert grew,
So that I found employment where I wished.
The hope that some day I should once more find