Mother's left her home;
The ainjulls come and took her up on high.
But if I'm good and kindly, sir,
And never off do roam,
I 'll meet her in the sweet by-and-by.'”=
Beveridge rose uncertainly to his feet. The song went on:—=
“'Tell me your name, my lit-tull child,' the gentlemun did
say,
And when the words she lisping did repeat,
He staggered back in horror with remorse wrote on his face,