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 They parted and Richard his paſtimes begun, 'Twas Richard the Jovial, the ſoul of all fun; Each dancing bout, drinking bout, Dick would attend, And he fung and he ſwore—nor once thought of the End.

Young Molly he courted, the pride of the plain, He promis' her marriage, but promis'd in vain; She truſted his vows, but ſhe ſoon was undone, And when ſhe fell weeping he thought it good fun.

Thus ſcorn'd by her Richard fad Molly run wild, And roam'd thro' the woods with her deſtitute child; 'Till poor Molly and Molly's poor Baby were found One evening in Richard's own mill pond both drown'd.

Then his conſcience grew troubl'd by night and by day, But it's clamour he drown'd in more drink and more play; Still Robert exhorted, and like a true friend, He warn'd him he pray'd- him to think on the End.