Classic Poem

The poor mother she must die
Leaving two little boys to cry.

The father quickly marries another,
Giving his children a stepmother.

The new wife does a cruel thing;
She leaves the children perishing.

The baby on his bed is lying,
Without a nurse, and always crying.

The elder son is left in the street,
With nothing to drink and nothing to eat;

Without a cap for his little head,
Or shoes for his feet, now his mother 's dead.

So loud and long the little boy cries,
The mother hears him where she lies.

So loud and long the little boy weeps,
Out of her grave the mother creeps.

His supper she feeds to her elder son,
And sweetly kisses the little one.

She combs the boy's tangled locks,
The baby in her arms she rocks.