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42 Sad case for such a brain to hold

Communion with a stirring child!

Sad case, as you may think, for one

Who had a brain so wild!

Last Christmas when we talked of this,

Old farmer Simpson did maintain,

That in her womb the infant wrought

About its mother's heart, and brought

Her senses back again:

And when at last her time drew near,

Her looks were calm, her senses clear.

No more I know, I wish I did,

And I would tell it all to you;

For what became of this poor child

There's none that ever knew:

And if a child was born or no,

There's no one that could ever tell;

And if 'twas born alive or dead,

There's no one knows, as I have said;

But some remember well,

That Martha Ray about this time

Would up the mountain often climb.