text: I was only eight years old;
  And before I grew up and knew what it meant
  I had no words for it, except
  That I was frightened and told my
  Mother; And that my Father got a pistol
  And would have killed Charlie, who was a big boy,
  Fifteen years old, except for his Mother.
  Nevertheless the story clung to me.
  But the man who married me, a widower of thirty-five,
  Was a newcomer and never heard it
  Till two years after we were married.
  Then he considered himself cheated,
  And the village agreed that I was not really a virgin.
  Well, he deserted me, and I died
  The following winter.