Upon his bed, with brinish tears,
He said, "Farewell, here now I dye."
A cruel landlord the next day,
Turn'd her and children out of door,
Where in a field all night they lay;
This griev'd the widow's heart full sore.
Poor soul, she was in sad distress.
Full seven children at her feet,
With hunger, cold and comfortless,
And not one bit of bread to eat.