Huldy sot pale ez ashes,
All kin’ o’ smily roun’ the lips
An’ teary roun’ the lashes....
The blood clost roun’ her heart felt glued
Too tight for all expressin’,
Till mother see how metters stood,
An’ gin ’em both her blessin’.
Then her red come back like the tide,
Down to the Bay o’ Fundy,
An’ all I know is they was cried