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 Pity, kind gentlefolks, friends to humanity,
 * Cold blows the wind, and the night's coming o

Give me some food for my mother in charity;
 * Give me some food, and then I'll begone.

Call me not lazy-back, beggar, and bold enough
 * Fain would I learn both to knit and to sew;

I've two little brothers at home, when old enough,
 * They will work hard for the gifts you bestow
 * Pity, kind gentlefolks, &c.

O think, while you revel, so careless and free,
 * Secure from the wind, and well clothed and

Should fortune so change it how hard would it
 * To beg at a door for a morsel of bread.
 * Pity, kind gentlefolks, &c.