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Last time that I went to my prayers,
I pray'd for haif a day,
Come crippJe, come lame, come blind,
come somebody, take me away.
For its O dear, &c.
My father's a hedger and ditcher.
my mother does nothing but spin,
And I am a handsome young girl,
but the money comes slowly in.
For its O dear, &c.
They say I am beauteous and fair,
they say I am scornful and proud;
Alas! must now despair,
for now I am grown very old.
For its O dear, &c.
And now I must die an old maid,
O dear how shocking a thought!
And all my beauty must fade,
but I’m sure it is not my own fault
For its O dear, &c.
FINIS.
