For God’s sake save my poor brother.
The most mournful part remains to be told,
As the bodies to the dead-house were taken,
At the workhouse gate two thousand young and old,
The scene it was truly heart-breaking;
One body was owned by an old gentleman,
My son can’t be dead, he said, while crying,
He left me but two hours, was strong and cheerful then,
For a father so old it’s very trying.
The doctors did their best in saving many lives,