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My love has wealth has love and beauty,
the rich attend the door;
My love has wealth and beauty,
and I, alas! am poor.
The ribbon fair that bound her hair,
is all that’s left to me:
Whilst here I die in misery,
beneath the wil w tree.
Willow, &c.
I once had gold and silver,
I thought ’em without end;
I once had gold and silver,
and I thought I had a friend:
My wealth is lost, my friend is false,
my love he stole from me;
And here I lie in misery,
beneath the Willow tree.
Willow, &c.
THE MAID OF THE MILL.
I've talk’d and prattle’d to fifty fair maids,
And chang’d them as oft, do you see ;
I’ve talk’d, &c.
But of all the fair maids that dance on the green,
The Maid of the Mill for me,
The Maid of the Mill for me.
There’s fifty young men have told me fine tales,
And call’d me their fairest she ;
