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Once I was a lady of fame and renown,
But here like a pilgrim I range up and down.
Without any person my woes to regard,
And this for my folly is a just reward.
Was ever a woman so bewitched as I,
Who had all the pleasures life could enjoy;
Likewise my dear husband he did me adore,
But now I'm forsaken, distressed, and poor.
To beg I'm ashamed my wants to supply,
Likewise my friends I dare not come nigh:
O death come and ease my sad troubled mind,
For here in this country no comfort I find.
So this sorrowful lady a wandering did go.
Till death in a short time put an end to her woe;
In a certain valley her body was found,
There with her sweet baby lying on the cold ground.
This tragical story which here I have told,
May it be a warning to both young and old;
In wedlock be faithful to your marriage vow,
Lest such dreadful examples unto you ensue.
FINIS.
