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Arewel my dear, farewel Mis Roach,
 * Since Tyburn-tree mut part us both;

With heavy igh, and look in vain, We only part to meet again.


 * What! ay you true, my dear Jack Rand

In love we’ll part, then let’s ake hand! May Angels guard you from all rocks, That we may join in Cupid’s flocks.


 * I wi I’d been ome country girl,

My cows to milk, and ewes to tell; A lover I’ll ne’er take in hand, Unles it be my dear Jack Rand.


 * Farewel ye woods, farewel ye plains,

No more alone Mi Roach will range, Ye roadmen all, adieu to ye, Likewie to Shakepear’s jubilee.


 * No lark nor linnet, nor turtle dove

Was e'er o robbed of their love. I rove to rie, but could not fly, For which I mut; in Newgate ly.


 * When I am carted, and going to die,

What numbers will ee me pas by! My ining gold will not ave me, Nor guard me from the gallows tree.