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SUSAN’S Complaint and Remedy.
AS down in the meadows I chanced to pass,
O there I beheld a young beautiful lass,
Her age, I am sure, it was scarcely fifteen,
And she on her head wore a garland of green.
Her lips were like rubies, and as for her eyes,
They sparkled like diamonds, or stars in the skies,
And as for her voice it was charming and clear,
And she sung a song for the loss of her dear.
Why does my love Willy prove false and unkind?
Ah! why does he change like the wav'ring wind,
From one that is loyal in ev'ry degree?
Ah! why does he change to another from me?
Or does he take pleasure to torment me so?
Or does he delight in my sad overthrow?
Susanna will always prove true to her trust,
’Tis pity lov'd Willy shou'd prove so unjust.
In the meadows as we were a making of hay,
There did we pass the soft minutes away;
Then was I kiss'd, and sat down on his knee,
No man in the world was so loving as he.
And as he went forth to harrow and plow,
I milk'd him sweet sillybubs under my cow:
O then I was kiss'd as I sat on his knee,
No man in the world was so loving as he.
But now he has left me, and Fanny the fair,
Employs all his wishes, his thoughts and his care;
He kisses her lips as she sits on his knee,
And says all the sweet things he once said to me.
