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INCE I am deprived of my fancy fo fair, Farewel Malton-Lordip, and all beauties there; Your reets, & your broad-reets, I often have trode, But I can ay no longer there to make my abode.


 * But the leaving of you all, it grieves me full ore.

My true love is one thing that grieves me much more, The dear girl that I love, I never can enjoy, Oh uch a ad lamenting cae would any man detroy.


 * I wi my waddling clothes my grave clothes had been,

My baptim day, my burial had been; I never wou’d have known uch orrow, grief, & woe, This pretty fair maid’s anwer was always no no.


 * Many, many is the time I’ve rapped at the door.

With my holiday clothes, with now all cov'red o’er; But yet e proves to me like the cooling of the day; For the ake of my fale lover, I mu go away.

Woe come on this poverty, for it’s the want of cah, Makes many a bonny laddie to want his bonny las: The emptines of my pocket makes me want my joy, Oh uch a ad tormenting ca, would any lad detroy.

I’ve travell’d thro’ Englaed, thro’ France & Spain, But now I’m return’d to Malton Lordip again: It is far better for to be where cannon bullets fly, Than for to be in any fale woman’s company.