| I WAS a peasant girl from Germany, | |
| Blue-eyed, rosy, happy and strong. | |
| And the first place I worked was at Thomas Greene’s. | |
| On a summer’s day when she was away | |
| He stole into the kitchen and took me | 5 |
| Right in his arms and kissed me on my throat, | |
| I turning my head. Then neither of us | |
| Seemed to know what happened. | |
| And I cried for what would become of me. | |
| And cried and cried as my secret began to show. | 10 |
| One day Mrs. Greene said she understood, | |
| And would make no trouble for me, | |
| And, being childless, would adopt it. | |
| (He had given her a farm to be still.) | |
| So she hid in the house and sent out rumors, | 15 |
| As if it were going to happen to her. | |
| And all went well and the child was born—They were so kind to me. | |
| Later I married Gus Wertman, and years passed. | |
| But—at political rallies when sitters-by thought I was crying | |
| At the eloquence of Hamilton Greene— | 20 |
| That was not it. | |
| No! I wanted to say: | |
| That’s my son! That’s my son! | |
