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NE ev’ning as I walked,

down by the rocks of Moile,

I having all things ready,

just going to see a friend ;

It’s th ere I spied a young man,

of wit and beauty bright,

And to my sad misfortune,

he's prov d my heart’s delight.

I cannot blame this young man,

because he does not know;

I'm afraid the want money,

will be my overthrow:

I'm afraid the want of money,

will my sad ruin prove;

One look from his sweet glances,

would cure the pains of love.

We’ll send for doctor Richeson,

he being a man of skill,

To see the weaver’s daughter,

whose lying very ill:

To see the weaver’s daughter,

on sick-bed where she lay,

All for the doctor’s prentice,

who stole her heart away.