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3 Farewel, farewel, thou falsest youth,

That ever kiss'd a woman's mouth,

Let never any after me,

Submit unto thy country;

Por, if they do, O! cruel thou,

Wilt her abuse and care not how.

Balow, my boy, &c.

I was too cred'lous at the first,

To yield thee all a maiden durs,

Thou swore for ever true to prove,

Thy faith unchang d, unchang'd thy love;

But quick as thought the change is wrought,

Thy love's no more, thy promise nought.

Below, my boy, &c.

I wish I were a maid again,

From young men's flattery I'd refrain,

For now unto my grief I find,

They all are perjar'd and unkind;

Bewitching charms bred all my harms,

Witness my babe lies in my arms,

Balow, my boy, &c.

I take my fate from bad to worse,

That I must needs be now a nurse,

And lull my young son ou my lap,

From me sweet orphan take the pap.