Who ran to help me when I fell And would some pretty story tell Or kiss the place to make it well? My mother.
One honest John Tompkins, a hedger & ditcher, Although he was poor, did not want to be richer; For all such vain wishes in him were prevented By a fortunate habit of being contented.
I thank the goodness and the grace Which on my birth have smiled, And made me, in these Christian days, A happy Christian child.
