“A rare good gal, too, in the main,
’Twere fine to yeer ’er pray!
“So in the ground, sir, she was laid,
Then Bill the fever caught;
A rare good workman with ’is spade,
And good in deed an’ thought!
“It seemed a despard cruel blow!”—
And here the old man sighed—
“For ’fore the ground was white with snow,
God help us! all ’ad died!”