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 And when the gallows-tree he trode,

He own’d that he the murder did;

Four of them in one grave did ly,

Ard for the murder I muſt die.

O if I could their life reſtore,

Ten thouſand worlds I’d give therefore,

From wicked ways I would remove,

That I might die in peace and love.

May this be a warning to mankind,

In courtſhip that they may be kind;

I promis’d marriage but did not wed,

The gallows proves my marriage-bed.

Arewel to the pleaſures of wooing,

the bank and the lilly fo gay,

Till once my poor heart was deluded,

and by a falſe man ſtole away.

Young women beware of deluſion,

and be not o’er fond of young men,

Forſoon they'll prove your confuſion,

if once your affection they gain.

For firſt they'll ſhorten your apron,

and then they’ll ſhorten your gown,

But woes me for my bonny laſſie,

when once ſhe begins to look down,