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Farewel, farewel, thou falsest youth,
That ever kiss'd a woman's mouth,
Let never any after me,
Submit unto thy country;
Por, if they do, O! cruel thou,
Wilt her abuse and care not how.
Balow, my boy, &c.
I was too cred'lous at the first,
To yield thee all a maiden durs,
Thou swore for ever true to prove,
Thy faith unchang d, unchang'd thy love;
But quick as thought the change is wrought,
Thy love's no more, thy promise nought.
Below, my boy, &c.
I wish I were a maid again,
From young men's flattery I'd refrain,
For now unto my grief I find,
They all are perjar'd and unkind;
Bewitching charms bred all my harms,
Witness my babe lies in my arms,
Balow, my boy, &c.
I take my fate from bad to worse,
That I must needs be now a nurse,
And lull my young son ou my lap,
From me sweet orphan take the pap.
