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The frowns uf fate I calmly bear,
In humble sphere I move,
Content and blest whene'er I hear,
The voice of her I love.
MUTTON CHOPS: OR DRIPPING PAN LOVERS.
A soldier and a sailor once,
By cupid were betrayed;
Both fell in love—(illegible text) dire mischance,
Wih tte same blac-eyed maid.
The sailor by a cannon shot,
Was of a leg bereſt.
And from that time it was his lot,
To have but one leg left.
Tol, lol de rol de rol, dol lol, tol de rol,
Dol dol de rol de rol dol lol.
'Twas Molly Cook their love possess'd,
For she plump and round,
And then such nire roast beef she drest,
With chickens ham and tongue.
