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She said, that when the war was o'er,
Perhaps we might our Father see,
But if we never saw him more,
That God our Father then would be.
She kiss'd us both- and then she died-
So we no more a mother have.
Here many a day we've sat and cried,
Together on poor Mother's grave.
But when our Father came not here,
I thought if we could find the sea,
We should be sure to find him there,
And once again might happy be.
We, hand in hand, went many a mile,
And ask'd our way of all we met,
And some did sigh and some did smile,
And we of some did: victuals get.
But when we reach'd the sea, and found
'Twas one great water round us spread,
We thought that Father must be drown'd.
And cried, and wish'd we both were dead.
