Sweet Child

Macy, take thy poor child for granted

His young cold blood bleeds in gloom

But he has hoarded love and concord

Nor did your eyes seen, or ears heard

Macy, why did you kill your poor child?

His pale face, sore eyes know no pain

But he has put a wish to the mankind

And they pierced his chest, ah vicious

O Macy, why have you betrayed him?

Like the prickle thrusting through in

Like the darkness clouding around in

O Mother Macy, why, why have you?

Weep, O Weep, he is dead, just dead