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24 Although in chains you see me fast. No frown upon my friends you'll cast, For my relations were not to blame, And I brought my parents to grief and shame.

Now, all you ramblers, in mourning go, For the Prince of Ramblers is lying low; And all you maidens, who love the Put on your mourning veils again.

And all you powers of music chaunt, To the memory of my dying rant— A song of melancholy sing, Till you make the very rafters ring.

Farewell relations, and friends also, The time is come that I must go; As for foes, I have but one, But to the same I’ve done no wrong.

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