Oh brother, where art thou?
You hath stole my timepiece yet,
Brother, put it in your pocket;
I don my mem'ry, and you my locket.

Oh sister, thou cryest alone
For no one spake of your goodness,
Sister, for none be there to see;
Thy tears art thou own, not of me.

Oh mother, where art thou?
Father, hither thee come!
For the babe cries, the son lies,
and don't mind me, my heart dies.