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 The gypsy girl, with speaking eyes, Observ'd her pupil's fond surprize, She begg'd that he her hand would cross,
 * With Sixpence; and that He should know

His future scene of gain and loss,
 * His weal and woe.—

complies. And straight he hears That he had many long, long years; That he a maid inconstant, loves, Who, to another slyly roves. That a dark man his bane will be— "And poison his domestic hours; "While a fair woman, treach'rously—
 * "Will dress his brow—with thorns and flow'rs

It happen'd, to confirm his care— was dark,—and was fair! Nay more that "home his bride would bring "A little, alien, prattling thing