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 And for three weeks and better,

he did her close attend,

The last words that she spoke,

her voice was slow but clear:

All goodness be my darling's guide,

he s the boy that I love dear.

I am a sporting young man,

scarce 18 years of age,

And many a pretty girl,

did with me engage;

Many a pretty girl has,

fallen in love with me:

But the weaver’s daughter lov’d me best

she died for love of me.

One evening as I walked.

down by her father’s land,

A Waft came o’er my shoulder,

which put me to a stand,

The neighbours they do say,

that her spirit it haunts me,

But I am sure they’er wrong,

she left no blame on me.

It’s straightway in bedlam,

this young man was confin’d,

Quite bereft of senses,

and in iron chains bound,