When the hunger pain was gnawin’ there,
And you hid it for my sake!
I bless you for the pleasant word,
When your heart was sad and sore—
O, I’m thankful you are gone, Mary,
Where grief can’t reach you more.
I’m biddin’ you a long farewell,
My Mary, kind and true!
But I’ll not forget you, darling!
In the land I’m goin’ to;