Mother, I Cannot Mind My Wheel. 
By Landor, Walter Savage. 


Mother, I cannot mind my wheel;
My fingers ache, my lips are dry;
O, if you felt the pain I feel!
But O, who ever felt as I?

No longer could I doubt him true - 
All other men may use deceit.
He always said my eyes were blue,
And often swore my lips were sweet.