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 And danced, and sung, and sighed and swore

As other lovers do.

But when I came to breathe my flame,

I found her cold as stone

I left the jilt, and tun’d my pipe

To John of Badenyon.

When love had thus my heart betrayed,

With foolish hopes and vain,

To friendship’s port I steer’d my course,

And laugh’d at severe pain

A friend I got by lucky chance,

’Twas something like divine,

An honest friend’s a precious gift,

And such a gift was mine.

And now whatever might betide,

A happy man was I,

In any strait I know to whom

I freely may apply.

A strait soon came, I tried my friend

He heard and spurned my moan,

I tun’d away and pleased myself.

With John of Badenyon.

I thought I should be wiser next.

And would a patriot turn

Began to doat on Johnny Wilkes,

And cry up Parson Horn.

Their manly courage I admired.

Approved their noble zeal.

Who had with public tongue and pen

Maintain’d the public weal.