'Twas on a dark and stormy night, the snow was falling fast,
Two darling babes found Mother wandering through the blast.
It was so piercing and so cold, the little ones did cry,
"Oh, MOAB dear, you must keep alive, or you shall surely die.''
"Look out for me, my darling babes, tell me you will post to me,
For Mother has abandoned been, and death to her is nigh!"
They posted as good children should, but she knelt down in the snow:
"Kind God of Heaven, help me now, or I shall surely go."

Toll the village bells, let all Mudcatters know,
That two darling boys could not prevent her perishing in the snow.

Next morning, when the sun came out, the snow was melting fast,
A mother and two darling babes were in one loving clasp.
Mudcatters all heard the sad, sad news
And it grieved their hearts to know,
Not thirty drinks from the Tavern door they perished in the snow.