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 (8) THE BEGGAR GIRL, Over the mountain, and over the moor, Hungry and barefoot I wander forlorn. My father is dead, and my mother is poor, And she grieves for the days that will never return. Pity, kind gentlement, friends to humanity, Cold Blows the wind, and the night's coming on; Give me some food. for my mother, in charity Give me some food, and then I will be gone. Call me not lazy-back beggar. & bold enough, Fain would I learn both to knit & to sew; I've two little brothers at home, when they're old enough ! They will work hard for the gifts you bestow. Pity, kind gentlemen, &c. O think, while you revel so careless and free; Secure from the wind. & well clothed&fed; Should fortune so change it, how hard it. would be, To beg at a door for a morsel of bread Pity, kind gentlemen, &c. FINIS Falkirk-T. Jobston, Printed