THE LITTLE MAID ON HER WAY.

O! say little maid whither now are you going--
Whither now are you going this cold winter day?
I'm bound for the North where the cold winds are blowing
For I was a slave, and am running away.

O! say little maiden how far have you traveled--
How far have you traveled this cold winter day?
I have come full ten miles, over mountains and valley,
And I must be making quick speed on my way.

O! say little maid--fear ye not ye will perish--
Fear ye not you will perish this cold winter day?
I'm cold it is true--but a hope I do cherish,
That I shall soon warm me in old Canada.

O! say little maid will you not have some biscuits,
To keep you from starving this cold winter day?
I have some old crust which I stole from my mistress,
And this will support me a while on the way.

O! say little maid, have you no one to guard you?
And how can you travel this cold winter day?
The Lord is my pilot, he's always beside me
And this makes me happy, and blithe on the way.

O! say little maid, can you no longer tarry--
Can you no longer tarry this cold winter day,
O no! I'm afraid, that some wretch will betray me;
I'll bid you farewell, and will haste on my way.