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THE FARMER'S LAMENT.

POOR Trusty was the best of dogs,

And still was he

But now he's gone and hanged 'tis true

Upon a :

O woful day that him I lost,

And woful will it be.

For all my sheep will wander off,

And stolen will they be.

My curse them every one,

have you will see

For I my best of dogs,

His I ne er did see.

He kept my from the corn,

rats would all retire,

How happy I sit end sing,

my pleasing fire.

But now alas! from me he's gone,

They have forced him away,

Which me grieve and very sad,

Oh! woful was that day,

My all I pray attend,

And listen to what I say,

Your trusty Curs you now must par,

Or else for them must pay,