Looking down from this old cradle
I cry as much as I'm able
I set thy bed on fire
To get my heart desire
And thou wilt always be there
To cuddle snag with tender care
I scarce can take in the bore
For I'm needing something more
That thang thing in yonder mud
Where yon kids do chew the cud
Not this fluid pressed down the gland
Nor the cuddle with the hand
Try I did to leave sweet home
Till I got lost here in Rome
How is it that still I see
This great love thou hast for me
