Matilda with your calloused hands   Where Will goes you will follow in search of better land      Matilda never mind where you have been   Forget about Missouri forget about your kin      Matilda it's too bad your baby's gone   But he's rested in his cradle by the river   Neath a simple grave of stone      Matilda musn't let Will see you cry   Covered wagons keep on rolling never question or ask why      Matilda work your fingers to the bone   Read your Bible pray the Indians might spare you   Till you and Will reach your new home      Matilda just five hundred miles to go   You know Will's so proud of you though he never tells you so   Matilda Matilda