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Be ye stedfast in time,
For what’s to come ye kenna;
May be, your race may end
At the Isle St. Helena.
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THE RAMBLING BOY.
I was a rake and a rambling boy,
both free from toil and care;
The lasses all admired me,
as I rov’d from fair to fair:
The lasses they admired me,
as I rov’d from town to town;
But now I’m married to a wife,
and the world’s turn’d upside-down.
As I went out one May-morning,
to rake and make some hay,
I met with an old acquaintance,
which caused me to stay;
We had not drank a gill but one,
till my wife came to the town;
To scold and brawl she did begin,
and the world turn’d upside-down.
