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8 Last time that I went to my prayers, I pray'd for haif a day, Come crippJe, come lame, come blind, come somebody, take me away. For its O dear, &c.

My father's a hedger and ditcher. my mother does nothing but spin, And I am a handsome young girl, but the money comes slowly in. For its O dear, &c.

They say I am beauteous and fair, they say I am scornful and proud; Alas! must now despair, for now I am grown very old. For its O dear, &c.

And now I must die an old maid, O dear how shocking a thought! And all my beauty must fade, but I’m sure it is not my own fault For its O dear, &c.

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