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And danced, and sung, and sighed and swore
As other lovers do.
But when I came to breathe my flame,
I found her cold as stone
I left the jilt, and tun’d my pipe
To John of Badenyon.
When love had thus my heart betrayed,
With foolish hopes and vain,
To friendship’s port I steer’d my course,
And laugh’d at severe pain
A friend I got by lucky chance,
’Twas something like divine,
An honest friend’s a precious gift,
And such a gift was mine.
And now whatever might betide,
A happy man was I,
In any strait I know to whom
I freely may apply.
A strait soon came, I tried my friend
He heard and spurned my moan,
I tun’d away and pleased myself.
With John of Badenyon.
I thought I should be wiser next.
And would a patriot turn
Began to doat on Johnny Wilkes,
And cry up Parson Horn.
Their manly courage I admired.
Approved their noble zeal.
Who had with public tongue and pen
Maintain’d the public weal.
