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THE SIX SORROWS
My sunshine Bet, she made her choice—
A good man he, and true;
And 'neath my fond contented eyes
Their pretty courtship grew.
When, from the winding road, a foot
Stole by my garden gate,
And by my door a honey voice
Did whisper long and late.
And oft a cloth of lavender
Young pedlar John would bear,
And oft a silken ribbon long
To bind my child’s soft hair.
Oh, bitter was the secret shame
He hid beneath his load,
My sunshine Bet is far away
Upon the gypsies' road.
My pretty Bet has strayed away
Upon the winding road.
I have two sorrows in my heart,
To wear me night and day—
My Jock, and little Roy, who runs
Beside my knee at play.
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