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 I in came doctor Richeson,

likewise his brother John,

Likewise the doctor’s prentice,

for they all came in:

They stood before her bed,

they stood all in a row,

But when she saw young Stafford,

her colour pale did grow.

She lifted up her head from,

the pillow where she lay,

She said young doctor Stafford,

love use me tenderly;

He handed her a drink,

and not one word did say,

Tears came rolling down his cheeks,

on the pillow where she lay.

She lifted up her head,

with a heavy sigh said she,

I pray young doctor Stafford,

love, use me tenderly;

For I’m sick and very bad,

and in a deep decay,

He said my dear if you be spar’d,

it’s marry’d we will be,

He slipped off his shoes,

and softly went behind,