That don't hurt, but it hurts to see
Her cryin'—nen I cry; an' nen
We both cry—an' be good again.
She loves me when she cuts and sews
My little cloak and Sunday clothes;
An' when my pa comes home to tea,
She loves him most as much as me.
She laughs an' tells him all I said.
An' grabs me up an' pats my head;
An' I hug her, an' I hug my pa,