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The Sheffield Prentice.
I Was brought up in Sheffield,
got of a high degree,
My parents doated on me,
they had no more but me.
I rolled in such pleasure,
just where my fancy led,
Till I was bound apprentice,
then all my joys were fled.
I did not like my master,
he did not use me well,
I took a resolution,
not long with him to dwell.
Unknown to my poor parents,
from him I run away;
I steered my course to London,
O cursed be the day!
A handsome young lady,
from Holland was there,
She offered me great wages,
to serve her for a year.
O then with great persuasions,
with her I did agree
To go to live in Holland,
which proved my destiny.
