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are six sorrows in my heart— Red Allen, Clare, and Joan, Sweet Bet, and Jock, and little Roy; Six sorrows all my own.

Red Allen was my first-born son, How dear he was to see, The first sweet babe—and now he lies Beneath the church-yard tree.

My little Clare, and pretty Joan, Sleep, too, in wind and rain, But never do I wake at night To wish them home again. Oh, never do I wake at night To call them home again.

I have three sorrows in my breast To drown my heart in tears, My Betty, Jock, and little Roy, To shade my waning years.