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They brought him her clothes, they found in the field,
Which made his believe that his child was kill'd,
Now Heaven he cry'd, I ſee it is juſt,
The innocent Babe which I had to my ⟨truſt⟩,
His blood cries for vengeance, I have my deſert,
I have loſt my Daughter, the joy of my heart.
So now let us leave the falſe traitor to mourn,
Who wand'ring about like a man that's forlorn,
And turn to young Jemmy and Suſan alſo,
Who along with the reſt a mumping did go.
The Beggar he then for his children does own,
The dutifulleſt Babies that ever was known;
Which pleas'd him ſo well, to Doll he did ſay,
The money was given this Babe for to ſtay.
He ſhall have for a portion, and twice as much more,
And ſince that each other they ſo much adore,
If that they do live to the age of eighteen.
We'll have the fineſt wedding that ever was ſeen.
For Jemmy and Suſan in marriage we'll join,
Do not me ⟨controul⟩ for this frolick is mine:
A ſcore of fine ſuitors I mean to have there,
And we'll keep this wedding in fair Dorſetſhire.
We'll blaze it about, that upon ſuch a day,
A brave beggar's wedding there is for to be;
The gentry will be ready to ſee ſuch a ſight,
And if he be living that perjured Knight,
When that the wedding is done and all o'er,
I'll take the young couple unto his own door;
And make him a preſent of his own Daughter fair,
And tell him it is Jemmy his own son and Heir.
Old Doll was well pleaſed to hear him ſay ſo,
So merrily they out a cruiſing did go.
For thirteen long years at this rate they did run,
At length the time for this wedding did come.
