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 The devil and his subtile ways, Are hard to understanhunderstand [sic].

After you persueperuse [sic] this book, I hope that you will guard, Against a similar overthrow, You see what’s my reward.

To die upon the gallows tree For what I never did. May it not happen unto there. I pray not, God forbid.

May God still give you grace to choose. While you’re in single life, To fiyfix [sic] upon a proper man, To whom you’ll be a wife.

Oh! you that have not hearts of stone, Attend to what I say, For death has seal’d my eurlyearly [sic] doom, And summon’d me away.

Alas this dreadful fate of minrmine [sic], That I should die in scorn, Although us guiltless of the crime, As is the bebebabe [sic] unborn.

To atone for blood I never shed, In midst of youth and bloom, I to the fatal scaffold led, Must meet the murderer’s doom.

And while I stand exposed there, Before the knot is tied,