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5 Four strapping fellows may bear me on shoulders; and all the way sipping and singing a song.

While the young do sing, the vallies shall ring, which will rattle a chorus both gallant & brave, Then lay me down flat on the broad of my back, so away goes the merry man down to his grave.

BELIEVE MY SIGHS.

BELIEVE my sighs, my tears, my dear, believe a heart you ve won, Believe my vows to you sincere, or Jenny I'm undone. You I’m fickle, and apt to change, at every face that’s new: Of all the girls I ever saw, I lov’d one like you.

CHORUS. I ne'er lov’d one like you my dear, I ne’er lov’d one like you; Of all the girls I ever saw, I ne'er lov'd one like you.

My heart was like a lump of ice, till warm'd by your bright eye, And then it kindle in a trice, a flame that ne'er can die. Then take and try me you shall find, that I've a heart that's true; Of all the girls that e'er I saw, I ne'er lov'd one like you, I ne'er lov'd, &c.