Flo flung herself down upon me, and then I woke from my daze,
We smoth’rd the flames with a rug, but Flo was all a blaze.
I flung the blanket upon her, I seemed to go off my ’ead;
But when I got back to my senses, they told me that Flo was dead.
She’d given her life for her father, for such a wretch as me,
And mainly because she knew, sir, that I warn’t fit to die.
When I got better they told me the last words ’o little Flo
“They wouldn’t have ’im in ’eaven, if he was drunk, you know.”
On my word, sir, that fetched me, I never drank since that night;