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Alas, they did not hear, his voice was low,With chill and hunger, Mother turned to go;But Betsey-Jane looked sadly back and thenBeheld him upright in his distant pen.She dropped her Mother’s hand and with a shoutOf “Jocko, Jocko!” ran to get him out;—Two shame-faced men undid at her commandsHis cage and Mother put him in her hands,She clasped him closely, not a word was said,And laid her tearful cheek against his head.
Alas, they did not hear, his voice was low,With chill and hunger, Mother turned to go;But Betsey-Jane looked sadly back and thenBeheld him upright in his distant pen.She dropped her Mother’s hand and with a shoutOf “Jocko, Jocko!” ran to get him out;—Two shame-faced men undid at her commandsHis cage and Mother put him in her hands,She clasped him closely, not a word was said,And laid her tearful cheek against his head.
Alas, they did not hear, his voice was low,With chill and hunger, Mother turned to go;But Betsey-Jane looked sadly back and thenBeheld him upright in his distant pen.She dropped her Mother’s hand and with a shoutOf “Jocko, Jocko!” ran to get him out;—Two shame-faced men undid at her commandsHis cage and Mother put him in her hands,She clasped him closely, not a word was said,And laid her tearful cheek against his head.