"Go not, go not, babe, too far thou wilt roam,
And goest e'er so far, not to thy mother come.
"Now turn and go, dear babe, to the green cemetery,
From out her deep grave thy mother will speak to thee."
"Wo! at my grave who's knocking so wild?"
"Mother! dear mother! it's I, thy poor child!
"Take me to thee, take me,
Ill I fare without thee!"
"Go home, my babe, and thy strange mother tell,
She'll wash thy tattered shirt and comb and clean thee well!"