Carried off,
Ripped away from mother’s breast,
Then taken ,
Carried off,
Mother killed with all the rest,
Forsaken.

Slave girl with her eyes cast down,
Just worthless,
Less value than the hard ground.
silent gopher hides away,
Just worthless,
She is told this every day.

Sleeps in the back of kitchen
Stokes the stove,
She brings the morning wood in,
starts the first water boiling
Just worthless,
They tell her in her toiling.

Days go by, she works so hard,
Just worthless,
Years go by, she works so hard.

Then the mistress dies at night.
In passing,
She is homeless at morning light;
Cast out without anything,
What’s wearing,
Was all that she had to bring;
She walked away unknowing
With no one,
And no place for her going.

Darkness falls,
A ditch is her sleeping place,
Comes the cold,
the man calls,
she looks for a kindly face,
but is cold.

In the morning with the trash,
Once again
She finds herself roughly cast,
Bruised battered and hungers too
More worthless,
Lost with not for her to do.