Poor injured gueſt, thy pardon I crave, And ſoon ſhall follow thee down to the grave. None but the wretch did behold this fad fight, Then raving, diſtracted, he cried in the night, But when that her parents thoſe tidings did hear, They fought for the body of their daughter dear, In a place near Southampton, in a valley ſo deep, The body was found, while many dirt weep (illegible text) At the fall of the das fel and baby f* fair, And in Goſport church yard they buried her there. I hope this will be a warning to all Young men who innocent maids do entiel: You young men be conſtant and true to you love, And bleſſings will attend you be ſure for above THE COLLIER'ſ BONNY LASSIE. The collier has a daughter, and ſhe is wondrous bonny, A lair he was that fought her, rica baith in lands and money. The titans watch'd the motion of this young hobest lover, But love is like the ocean, who can its depth diſcover? He had the art to pleaſo ye,
