I am a traveling creature, traveling through this land. I serve as but a warning to woman and to man. I met a weeping woman in a far off distant land. I gave to her my warning and she gave to me her hand.
Oh mother come and hold my head. Oh mother hold up my dying hand. For this death has lay his hand on me.
I asked that weeping woman if she ever tried to pray. She said: \"I tried this morning, but the spirit said too late\". Now my parents, they never once taught me, all about the ways of hell. But the way, that this death has called me, no human tongue can tell.
Oh mother come and hold my head. Oh mother hold up my dying hand. Oh mother come and hold my head. Oh mother hold up my dying hand. For this death has layed his hand on me. For this death has layed his hand on me.