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THE FARMER'S LAMENT.
POOR Trusty was the best of dogs,
And ⟨faithful⟩ still was he
But now he's gone and hanged 'tis true
Upon a ⟨fatal tree⟩:
O woful day that him I lost,
And woful will it be.
For all my sheep will wander off,
And stolen will they be.
My curse ⟨attend⟩ them every one,
⟨They'll⟩ have ⟨it⟩ you will see
For I ⟨have lost⟩ my best of dogs,
His ⟨like⟩ I ne er did see.
He kept my ⟨cattle⟩ from the corn,
⟨and⟩ rats would all retire,
How happy I ⟨could⟩ sit end sing,
⟨Before⟩ my pleasing fire.
But now alas! from me he's gone,
They have forced him away,
Which ⟨makes⟩ me grieve and very sad,
Oh! woful was that day,
My ⟨neighbours⟩ all I pray attend,
And listen to what I say,
Your trusty Curs you now must par(illegible text),
Or else for them must pay,
