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Come cripple, 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 beautious and fair,
they say I am scornful and proud:
Alas! I must now despair,
for ah! 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.
FINIS.
