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 The Savoyard Boy A FAVOURITE SONG.

I came from a land far away,

My parents to keep me were poor

To pleaſe you I ſing and I play

Yet a living can ſcarcely procures

About ſad and hungry I go,

Though ſmiling, as if 'twere with joy,

Then a trifle in pity beſtow,

To relieve a poor Savoyard boy.

when round me the children I ſee

So careleſs and happy appear,

I ſigh while they liſten to me,

And oft as I ſigh drop a tear!

I cannot help thinking that they

Can fly to their parents with joy,

While mine, they are far, far away,

Then relieve a poor Savoyard boy.

Should I return to that land far away,

My poor helpleſs parents to ſee,

With me, they for ever would pray

For the kindneſs you laviſhed on me.

Oh had I the means to repay

Their kindneſs, I would then with joy

Then turn not in pity away,

But relieve a poor Savoyard boy.