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 Once I was a lady of fame and renown,

But here like a pilgrim I range up and down.

Without any person my woes to regard,

And this for my folly is a just reward.

Was ever a woman so bewitched as I,

Who had all the pleasures life could enjoy;

Likewise my dear husband he did me adore,

But now I'm forsaken, distressed, and poor.

To beg I'm ashamed my wants to supply,

Likewise my friends I dare not come nigh:

O death come and ease my sad troubled mind,

For here in this country no comfort I find.

So this sorrowful lady a wandering did go.

Till death in a short time put an end to her woe;

In a certain valley her body was found,

There with her sweet baby lying on the cold ground.

This tragical story which here I have told,

May it be a warning to both young and old;

In wedlock be faithful to your marriage vow,

Lest such dreadful examples unto you ensue.