When the hunger pain was gnawing there,
And you hid it, for my sake;
I bless you for the pleasant word,
When your heart was sad and sore;
O, I’m thankful you are gone, Mary,
Where grief can’t reach you more.
I’m bidding you a long farewell,
My Mary, kind and true,
But I’ll not forget you, darling,
In the land I’m going to;