When she ailed
Dependent child, you
Moved back home
To care for her

Free room and board
But doomed to toil
O woe is me
You cried and sighed

O poor dear child
My helpful soul,
She prayed your aid
Was not in vain

I’m sorry Child
Should I linger
Lest your burdens grow
In toil for me.

O woe is me
You cried and sighed
She was no angel
In her pain

She’s gone, poor soul
I did my best
I gave myself
To her

O woe is me
O woe is me
God blesses those
Who help others.