142 SONGS FOR THE

“My stockings there I often knit ;
My ’kerchief there I hem ;
And there upon the ground I sit—
I sit and sing to them.

“ And often after sunset, sir,
When it is light and fair,

I take my little porringer,
And eat my supper there.

“The first that died was little Jane ;
In bed she moaning lay,
Till God released her from her pain,
And then she went away.

“So in the churchyard she was laid ;
And when the grass was dry,
Together round her grave we played,
My brother John and I.

“And when the ground was white with
snow,
And I could run and slide,
My brother John was forced to go
And he lies by her side.”

“How many are you, then,” said I,
“Tf those two are in heaven?”

The little maiden did reply,

“OQ, master, we are seven.”