Peace, peace, my Father dear,
And of your Speeches set them by;
Tho' they have bereav'd me of my Life,
They cannot bereave me of Heaven so high.
He look'd over his right Shoulder,
To see whom he could see or 'spye;
There was he aware of his Mother dear,
Came tearing her Hair most pitifully.
Pray have me remember'd to Peggy my Wife,
As she and I walk'd over the Moor;