Travelling Creature

I am a travelling creature, traveling through this land
I serve as but a warning to woman and to man
I saw a weeping woman in a far-off distant land
I gave to her my warning and she gave to me her hand
Oh Mother, come and hold my hand
Oh Mother, hold up my dying hand
'Fore this death has laid its hand on me
I asked that weeping woman if she ever tried to pray
She said «I tried this morning but the spirit said 'Too late'»
Now my parents, they never once taught me all about the ways of hell
But the ways that this death has taught me no human tongue can tell
Oh Mother, come and hold my head
Oh Mother, hold up my dying hand
Oh Mother, come and hold my hand
Oh Mother, hold up my dying hand
'Fore this death has laid its hand on me
'Fore this death has laid its hand on me