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 My innocence I will declare, To all the world beside.

Farewell my eagedaged [sic] mother dear, Your tender heart is broke. Alas! you,llyou'll [sic] neuernever [sic] live I feerfear [sic], To bear this craelcruel [sic] stroke.

What would your tender bosom feel, To see your darling child, That you had nourish’d at your breast. Brought to an end so vile.

Before my eyes are clos'd I pray, And Heav'n my prayeasprayers [sic] hear, My innocence may be reveal'd, And be as noon day clear.

And bring the hand to light, Who did the horrid deed, That all may know poor Mary Thomson Was innocent indeed

She met her ignominious death, Resingn’d to hethe [sic] hard fate, But scarce had yielded up her breath, When awful to relate,

A man confess'd unto the crime, For which the maiden died, And now in Irons is confined, His trial to abide.