Unto her cruel daughter dear,
That had this sad destruction wrought;
So, parents all, I pray draw near.
She said, "My child, I pray get up,
For your dear father he is dead."
She seem'd amaz'd, and straitway cry'd,
"Oh! then I'm ruined," she cry'd.
"Indeed, no friend I have," she said,
"But you my tender mother dear;"
So then to tell her brothers, they