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 Be ye stedfast in time,

For what’s to come ye kenna;

May be, your race may end

At the Isle St. Helena.





I was a rake and a rambling boy,

both free from toil and care;

The lasses all admired me,

as I rov’d from fair to fair:

The lasses they admired me,

as I rov’d from town to town;

But now I’m married to a wife,

and the world’s turn’d upside-down.

As I went out one May-morning,

to rake and make some hay,

I met with an old acquaintance,

which caused me to stay;

We had not drank a gill but one,

till my wife came to the town;

To scold and brawl she did begin,

and the world turn’d upside-down.