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THE LONDON BALLADS.

I am forsaken for another,
All on with golden store.
Fare you well, mother and father.
I am despised because I am poor.


We have lived and loved in childhood,
And vowed we would never part;
Spent many hours in the wild woods.
Where she nearly broke my heart.


Then came a wealthy stranger,
All from a foreign shore;
And soon he gained her from me.
Because I am poor.


When wed, the bells were ringing.
And the carriages they passed by
The lads; and last she smiled.
With a tear beneath her eye.


Fare you well, false girl of the ocean,
We will part us for evermore;
And loving with devotion.
And scorned because I am poor.


Never more will I behold her,
Nor hear her sweet voice again;
I am going to 'list for a soldier,
To die on the battle plain.


My sorrow shall never distress her,
Nor happiness in store;
But while I live I will bless her,
I am scorned because I am poor.


THE BROWN GIRL.

"O mother, O mother, come read this to me.
And regulate all as one.
Whether I shall wed fair Ellinter or no,
Or fetch you the brown girl home."


"Fair Ellinter she has houses and wealth.
The brown girl she has none;
But before I am charged with that blessing,
Go fetch me the brown girl home."