I saw an old house of hay
And only of mud was the wall
It was all falling into crumble
And the rain falling on the roof.
Yet there a poor family lived
In a hutch so dismal and rude;
And though burning hunger they felt,
They had not a bit of food.
The baby were crying for milk
And children running to poor mother
‘Oh, give us some food,’ they said,
Regrettably! their poor mother had none.
Mother wiped her tears
with a looks of despair,
She said, "It's not for myself that I care,
But, my poor little children, cannot bear.
O you the wealthy and proud
But see such a hutch as this,
That in a poor house of hay
But filled with love I say.