A gentleman he heard her, his breast for her did burn,
Crying, Come in my lovely creature, he view’d each drooping feature,
You’re a poor little fisherman’s girl, whose friends are dead and gone.
He took her to the fire, and when he’d warmed and fed her,
The tears began to fall; he fell on her breast forlorn,
Crying, Live with me forever, we part again—no never,
You are my dearest sister—our friends are dead and gone.
So now she’s got a home, she’s living with her brother,
Now she’s got a home, and the needy ne’er does scorn,
For God was her protector, likewise a kind conductor,