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( 4 ) And were at home in my own country, Old England ne'er ſhould ſee me more. If I could reach the Iriſh ſhore O rare, &c. O then I was condemn'd to die For committing of this robbery, Which does my heart and conſcience ſting, For I on Tyburn now muſt hing, O poor Jeany Diver, O poor Jeany O,

LORD DOUGLAS's TRAGEDY,

RISE up riſe up Lord Douglas ſhe ſays, and draw to your arms ſo bright, Let it never be ſaid that a daughter of yours ſhall go with a lord or a knight Riſe up riſe up my ſeven bold ſons, and draw to your arms ſo bright, Let it never be ſaid that a ſiſter of yours ſhall go with a lord or a knight, Light down light dowm Lady Marg'rot he and hold my ſteed in thy hand, ſaid. That I may go and fight with your ſeven brethern bold. and your father who loyes you ſo dear. He looked o'er his left ſhoulder to ſee what he could ſpy. And there he ſpy'd her ſeven brethern bold. and her father who lov'd her ſo dear.