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Rh On woman next I set my heart, Hurrah! From them I suffered many a smart, Ah, ah! The false one sought another lord. With the true one I was greatly bored, The best could not afford.

To travel next I did apply, Hurrah! From house and kindred off did fly, Ah, ah! I'm pleased with nothing I have seen,— The food was coarse, the bed not clean, None knew what I did mean.

On honours next my heart I set, Hurrah! But lo! my neighbour more did get, Ah, ah! And when I had advanced my name The folks did look askance, and blame As though I hurt their fame.

I set my heart on fighting then, Hurrah! And many a battle we did gain, Ah, ah! We marched the foeman's country through, Much profit there did not accrue,— My leg's loss there I rue.

Now I have set my heart on nought. Hurrah! The whole world to my feet is brought. Ah, ah!