Classic Poem

Aw Mother o' Moses, what do 'ee think?
The Daughter of Pharaoh is here:
" I do want my awn little boy, " says she —
" My little one so dear. "

Aw Mother o' Moses, make haste, make haste,
They'll dress en up so gay,
And learn en all sorts o' wonderful things,
And make en a King one day.

Aw Mother o' Moses, where are 'ee to?
Here's such a grand coach and four,
And the Daughter of Pharaoh her awn self
Is knockin' to the door.

Aw Mother o' Moses, make haste, make haste,
Can 'ee hear what they do say?
" Bring en forth the beautiful little one,
So beautiful as day. "


The Mother o' Moses sat by the ark —
She never once stirred nor spoke,
The cradle was empty, the child was gone —
And they said her heart was a-broke.