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The Maid of Lodi.
I IN G the mai d of Lodi,
who ſweetly ſung to me,
Whoſe brows were never cloudy,
nor e'er diſtort with glee.
She values not the wealthy,
unleſs they're great and good,
For ſke is ſtrong and healthy,
and by labour earns her food.
who ſweetly ſung to me,
Whoſe brows were never cloudy,
nor e'er diſtort with glee.
She values not the wealthy,
unleſs they're great and good,
For ſke is ſtrong and healthy,
and by labour earns her food.
And when her day's work's over,
around a cheerful fire,
She ſings or reſts contented,
what more can man deſire?
Let thoſe who ſquander millions,
review her happy lot,
They'll find their proud pavillions,
far inferior to her cot.
around a cheerful fire,
She ſings or reſts contented,
what more can man deſire?
Let thoſe who ſquander millions,
review her happy lot,
They'll find their proud pavillions,
far inferior to her cot.
Between the Po and Parma
ſome villians ſeiz'd my coach,
And dragg'd me to a cavern,
moſt dreadful to approach;
Paſt which the Maid of Lodi
came trotting from the fair;
She paus'd to hear my wailings,
and ſee me tear my hair.
ſome villians ſeiz'd my coach,
And dragg'd me to a cavern,
moſt dreadful to approach;
Paſt which the Maid of Lodi
came trotting from the fair;
She paus'd to hear my wailings,
and ſee me tear my hair.
Then to her market baſket
ſhe tied her poney's rein;
I thus by female courage
was dragg'd to life again.
ſhe tied her poney's rein;
I thus by female courage
was dragg'd to life again.
