Poor little heart, ADA QUEETIE...

Poor little heart, ADA QUEETIE,

O my heart is consumed

In the coffin under ground,

O how I feel for her,

She and I could never part,

She was my own heart within me,

She had more than common love,

And more than common wit.

Poor little heart, BEAUTY LINNA,

She has consumed,

In the coffin under ground,

O how I feel for her,

She was a cunning little heart.

Poor TWEEDLE, TEDEL, BEEBE, PINKY,

Poor dear little heart,

Sore broke in her,

I am left broken-hearted,

She was my own heart within me,

She had more than common wit,

She is taken from the evil to come.

Them that knew me once, know — me — no — more,

Till all things have their end,

And they, and I, do meet in heaven.