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The straw-plaiter's song
Hymnal: Linden Harp #124 (1855) First Line: O, here I sit, and plait my straw Lyrics: 1 O, here I sit, and plait my straw,
Tho' all the live-long day, ma'am,
And neater, never lady saw;
So I am sure you'll say, ma'am;
It is a very poor concern,
'Tis nothing very sprightly,
But yet some pennies I can earn,
To give my mother nightly.
2 O, much I thank the lady there,
'Twas she would have me taught it;
For once I used to romp, and tear,
It was not I who sought it;
O, then in rags I used to go,
I had a sickly mother,
And I could neither knit nor sew,
But only nursed my brother.
3 But now my brother runs alone,
He's able just to totter--
Full long my mother had to groan,
Until her meals I got her.
O, how it cheer'd her languid eye
When first my gains I brought her,
Now oft I hear her sigh and cry--
"God bless thee, my dear daughter."
4 And oft I wish that each poor one
Were taught to do like me, ma'am:
For I am sure, from sun to sun,
Much happiness they'd see, ma'am.
With industry I pass my day--
At night I rest most sweetly,
I'm very glad I know the way
Of plaiting straw so neatly. Languages: English Tune Title: [O, here I sit, and plait my straw]
The straw-plaiter's song
O here I sit and plait my straw
Hymnal: Linden Harp #d102 (1856) Languages: English
O here I sit and plait my straw
