Look me up!

Look me up, ye passing man,
Whilst your busy chores all day
For I want no tears or grief for me,
Just that I, my troubles they weigh.
Would you share my thoughts? A plea.

Look me up, ye pass man,
Tread not, on me, with mighty boots,
Many a year I, tried standing, alas,
I know not, where lie my roots,
Smile me up, ye men of class.

Look me up, ye passing man,
Don’t’ bury me beneath the ground,
A woman, a home, a meal, I never had,
A cross of oak an earthy mound,
At least a choice in life, I wish I had.