"There's a great big family of us all
 In Number even twenty, 
I don't see how we lived at all But we always had a plenty.

Martha was the first girl's name 
She bore no one no hate 
She was everyday in life the same 
And died at forty-eight. 
Who bore a mother's share 
She was left a home, us kids to train, 
She used a mother's care.

The next a boy whose name was Marve 
Of him I can not tell, 
He left home young his name to carve 
And now he's living well.

The next a boy whose name was Will, 
Who had a spirit bold 
He stayed at home the farm to till, 
And shield us from the cold.

Then comes Henry, such a lad 
I never saw before, 
He had the patience we all had 
And just as many more.

The next a boy whose name was Frank 
I can't say much for him, 
I think he was a slender plank, 
But then his chance was slim.

Allie was the next girl's name, 
Who was not afraid of work, 
Nor matter when the hardships came, 
She was never known to shirk.

The next was Annie, bless that girl, 
She had a vim of wit, 
Wher'er in this wide world, 
She will always show her grit.

Then comes Hettie, next in line, 
Who had a spirit sweet, 
Just like our mother always had 
For those she chanced to meet.

Then there's Leathy, with her twin, 
Who has a heart will melt 
I often thought she knew no sin 
Or any evil felt.

The next was Mary, but she died 
While just a little thing 
And went to join the glorified 
And help the angels sing.

The next a boy whose name was Haynes 
Whose morals were the best, 
Yet this is not so very strange 
For no bad habits he possessed.

Then comes Stella, next in line, 
Who has a heart of love 
That reaches out to all mankind 
And points them up above.

The next is Tanzy, with a will, 
Though it isn't very strong 
But then he helped a home to fill, 
So we all have got along.

The next is Virdie, with a smile 
For all about the place, 
She's doing something all the while, 
But wears a cheerful face.

The next is May, although she's small, 
She has her place to fill 
What'er she finds to do at all, 
She does it with a will.

The next a boy whose name is Roy 
Who has a powerful will, 
He seems to be our father's joy, 
The last the farm to till.

The next is Ray, a little tot, 
Who has a cheerful face, 
But he'd make just as big a vacant spot 
As any on the place.

The next is Rosia, last of all, 
A flower in full bloom, 
We handle her just like a ball, 
And still there's lots of room."