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So the lord had a nurſery made for the babes ;
And has put the horns in his pocket, 'tis ſaid,
the ſquire ſent for the babes fathers ſtraitway;
It’s very well done my boys he did ſay;
And for his recompence it ſhall be paid :
I ſee that you are all maſters of your trade.
the Betray'd Lover.
HOW happy were my days till now ?
I ne’er did ſorrow feel ;
I roſe with joy to milk my cow ;
or take my ſpinning wheel.
My heart was lighter than a fly ;
like any bird I ſung,
till he pretended love, and I.
believ’d his flatt’ring tongue.
Oh ! the fool he ſilly ſilly fool ;
who truſts what man may be !
I with I was a maid again ;
and in my own country.
FINIS.