‘ Dame, we should know before we go to rest,
‘ Whence comes this Girl, and how she came distrest.
‘ Wake her, and ask; for she is sorely bruis'd:
‘ I long to know by whom she's thus misus'd.
The Stranger bursting into tears, look'd pale,
And this the purport of her artless tale.
‘ I have no Parents; and no friends beside:
‘ I well remember when my Mother died:
‘ My Brother cried; and so did I that day:
‘ We had no Father;— he was gone away;
‘ That night we left our home new cloaths to wear:
‘ The Work-house found them; we were carried there.
‘ We lov'd each other dearly; when we met
‘ We always shar'd what trifles we could get.