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Alexander did prove more constant in love,
had he been as constant to me,
As ever young Fressey was unto his dear,
when Cupid did set on her knee,
Her knee, when Cupid did fet on her knee.
I'll silently mourn for the loss of my love,
As the turtle that mourns for his mate,
Altho’ at present he is sharp and severe,
he’ll repent when it will be too late,
Too late, he’ll repent when it will be too late.
Altho' I do love him, he never shall know,
that e’er he disturbed my heart,
But after my burial, the paper will shew,
how Cupid has acted his part,
His part, how Cupid has acted his part.
Farewel my false love I no longer can write,
no longer can I hold my pen,
My senses are gone and I cannot indite,
so adieu to the falsest of men, of men, so, etc.
There was a bold cripple, who kept the highway,
Who begg’d for his living all times of the day,
Night coming on, at the evening went he,
This cripple of Cornwall, so nimble was he.
But as he was begging at a nobleman’s gate,
Tidings came to him, his Lordship was late;
What time, and what hour his journey might be;
Reply’d this bold Beggar, here’s a bounty for me.
Being clothed with canvas all down to the ground,
Drew to him his standard, and stood as he found,
At last he perceiv’d him, draw nigh to a strand,
And in the dark ev’ning he caus’d him to stand.
