Oh, do not, do not hurt me now,
There is no one to see me cry!
“Oh, mother, why do you beat me so?
And why do we walk all day,
And rest at night, if it rain or snow,
In cold, wet beds of hay?
“Oh, why do the village children play
And seem so very glad?
And why are they dressed so clean and gay
While I am so meanly clad?