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 8 FOR LACK OF GOLD. For lack of gold ſhe's left me O, And of all thats dear bereſt me O! She me foriock for a great. Duke And to endleſs care has let me ! A Star and Garter has more art, Than yonth, a true and faithful heart, For empty titles we muſt part, And for glittering ſhew the's left me o! No cruel fair ſhall ever move My injured heart again to love; Thro' diſtant climes I muſt rove, Since Jeanie ſhe has left me O. Ye Papers above, I to your care, Commit my lovely, charming fair; Tour choiceſt bleſſings en her ſhares, The ſhe's for ever left me O! FINIS