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Rh In the Morning the Villagers rose with delight And repeated with pleasure the joys of the night And Mary arose among Friends to be free But no Friend from henceforward thou Mary shalt see

Some said she was proud some calld her a whore And some when she passed by shut to the door A damp cold came oer her her blushes all fled Her lillies & roses are blighted & shed

O why was I born with a different Face Why was I not born like this Envious Race Why did Heaven adorn me with bountiful hand And then set me down in an envious Land

To be weak as a Lamb & smooth as a Dove And not to raise Envy is calld Christian Love But if you raise Envy your Merits to blame For planting such spite in the weak & the tame

I will humble my Beauty I will not dress fine I will keep from the Ball & my Eyes shall not shine And if any Girls Lover forsakes her for me I'll refuse him my hand & from Envy be free

She went out in Morning attird plain & neat Proud Marys gone Mad said the Child in the Street She went out in Morning in plain neat attire And came home in Evening bespatterd with mire