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So we return'd to Mother's grave,
The straightest course we could pursue,
For Goody, when this bread she gave,
Said, father died at Waterloo.
Now since no parents we have here,
We'll go and seek for God around;
Lady-pray can you tell us where
That God our Father may be found.
He lives in heaven; Mother said,
And Goody says that Mother's there,
So if she thinks we want his aid,
I think perhaps she'll send him here."
I clasp'd the prattlers to my breast,
And cried, come both and live with me,
I'll clothe ye, feed ye, and give you rest,
And will a second mother be.
And God will be your Father still,
'Twas he, in mercy, sent me here,
To teach you to obey his will,
Your steps to guide your hearts to cheer.
