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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 the ſilly ſilly fool;
who truſts what man may be!
I wish I was a maid again;
and in my own country.
FINIS.
[Printed by J.Chalmers & Co Caſtlestreet Aberdeen.]
