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All promiſed to do their beſt,
yet nothing could ſuffice,
In middle fo the night, to keep
ſad ſlumber from their eyes.
So being all full faſt aſleep.
to them unknown which way,
The child-bed woman, that woeful night,
from thence was borne away!
And to what place no creature knew,
no to this day can tell;
As ſtrange a thing as ever yet!
in any age befel.
You maidens that deſire to love,
and would good huſbands chuſe,
To him that you do vow to love,
by no means do refuſe:
For God, that hears all ſecret oaths,
will dreadful vengeance take
On ſuch that of a lawful vow,
do ſlender reckoning make.
THE CHEVALIER'S LAMENT,
After the Battle of Culloden.
The ſmall birds rejoice
in the green leaves returning
The murmuring ſtreamlet
runs clear thro' the vale;
