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I am forsaken for another, All on with golden store. Fare you well, mother and father, I am despised because I am poor.

We have lived and loved in childhood, And vowed we would never part; Spent many hours in the wild woods, Where she nearly broke my heart.

Then came a wealthy stranger, All from a foreign shore; And soon he gained her from me, Because I am poor.

When wed, the bells were ringing, And the carriages they passed by The lads; and last she smiled, With a tear beneath her eye.

Fare you well, false girl of the ocean, We will part us for evermore; And loving with devotion, And scorned because I am poor.

Never more will I behold her, Nor hear her sweet voice again; I am going to 'list for a soldier, To die on the battle plain.

My sorrow shall never distress her, Nor happiness in store; But while I live I will bless her, I am scorned because I am poor.

THE BROWN GIRL.

O mother, O mother, come read this to me,
 * And regulate all as one,

Whether I shall wed fair Ellinter or no,
 * Or fetch you the brown girl home."

Fair Ellinter she has houses and wealth,
 * The brown girl she has none;

But before I am charged with that blessing,
 * Go fetch me the brown girl home."