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He asked me whither I was going so soon,
I made him an answer, no where but to school,
The fittest place for such a youth as I,
But with my reasoning he would not comply.
He fain would have me go unto a fair,
Saying it was better than to come here,
Which I refused, and for it him reprov'd,
Saying such things are what I never lov'd.
Then finding that he could not me entice,
Out of his pocket he pulled in a trice,
A purse of gold, which he offered unto me,
If I to his advice would but agree.
But all his wicked snares they were in vain,
I told him a just God in heaven did reign,
Whom I should serve as long as I had life,
And all such vain discourse I'd banish quite.
I told him what our Saviour dear,
Had suffered for us sinful mortals here,
All for to save the precious souls of men,
I said you'd have me crucify my Lord again.
By advising me to shun God's heaveny grace,
You'd have me run a sinful wicked race,
As other children in this world have done,
And daily do, but there at last will come.
