"Poor orphans to a father's care,
By villain's shot your father died,
And left us hopeless, friendless here.
"Why on my heart such sudden fear
Came icy cold I cannot tell;
When loud the shot pealed on mine ear,
I thought by it my husband fell.
"He was I fear too rashly brave!
His heart was bold tho' warm and kind,
But now it moulders in the grave,