Ah, spare me now! and at every door
I’ll cry till I break all hearts!
“But, mother, see, arise, arise!
A carriage comes up the vale;
They cannot, I’m sure, refuse our cries,
Now that you look so pale!”
Thus spake the maid—and the carriage came,
And she stood as with hunger wild;
While suddenly burst from the coach a dame
Crying “my child! my child!”