d,

    And their food;

    For me it never did me good.

    A ime it was for me,

    to see the end of all my gains,

    tty ?ock which I had reared

    ith all my care and pains,

    to see it melt like snow away!

    For me it was a woeful day.

    Anotill! and still another!

    A little lamb, and ts mother!

    It  never stoppd,

    Like blood-drops from my  they droppd.

    till ty  left alive

    they dwindled, dwindled, one by one,

    And I may say t many a time

    I wishey all were gone:

    they dwindled one by one away;

    For me it was a woeful day.

    to wicked deeds I was inclined,

    And wicked fancies crossd my mind,

    And every man I co see,

    I t he knew some ill of me

    No peace, no comfort could I ?nd,

    No ease, ,

    And crazily, and wearily,

    I  my .

    Oft-times I t to run away;

    For me it was a woeful day.

    Sir! to me,

    As dear as my own children be;

    For daily ore

    I loved my children more and more.

    Alas! it ime;

    God cursed me in my sore distress,

    I prayed, yet every day I t

    I loved my children less;

    And every week, and every day,

    My ?ock, it seemed to melt away.

    t to see!

    From ten to ?ve, from ?ve to three,

    A lamb, a her, and a ewe;

    And t last, from to two;

    And of my ?fty, yesterday

    I  only one,

    And  lies upon my arm,

    Alas! and