XI

Thereaft I walked the world alone,

Alone, alone!

On his death-day I gave my groan

And dropped his dead-born child.

'Twas nigh the jail, beneath a tree,

None tending me; for Mother Lee

Had died at Glaston, leaving me

Unfriended on the wild.

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