Can I see anothers woe
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see anothers grief
And not seek for kind relief?

Can I see a falling tear
And not feel my sorrows share?
Can a father see his child
Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd?

Can a mother sit and hear
An infant groan an infant fear?
No no never can it be!
Never never can it be!

And can He who smiles on all
Hear the wren with sorrows small?
Hear the small bird's grief and care
Hear the woes that infants bear

And not sit beside the nest
Pouring pity in their breast
And not sit the cradle near
Weeping tear on infant's tear

And not sit both night and day
Wiping all our tears away?
O! no never can it be!
Never never can it be!