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 Come cripple, come lame, come blind, come somebody, take me away. For its O dear, &c.

My father's a hedger and ditcher, my mother does nothing but spin; And I am a handsome young girl, but the money comes slowly in. For its O dear, &c.

They say I am beautious and fair, they say I am scornful and proud: Alas! I must now despair, for ah! I am grown very old. For its O dear, &c.

And now I must die an old maid, O dear, how shocking a thought! And all my beauty must fade, but I'm sure it is not my own fault. For its O dear, &c.