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EDWARD AND BETSY.
Young Edward was faithful, & Betsy was true,
when war call'd her soldier away,
She parted in tears, and he sigh'd out adieu,
and they never more met from that day.
when war call'd her soldier away,
She parted in tears, and he sigh'd out adieu,
and they never more met from that day.
For courage, with Edward there's few could compare,
but his foes would not favour the brave,
When dying, his Betsy alone was his care,
he blest her, then sunk to his grave.
but his foes would not favour the brave,
When dying, his Betsy alone was his care,
he blest her, then sunk to his grave.
The wars were all over, still constant her heart,
now expected her soldier's return,
Poor maiden, how wilt thou survive the keen smart,
thy Edward in tears thou wilt mourn.
now expected her soldier's return,
Poor maiden, how wilt thou survive the keen smart,
thy Edward in tears thou wilt mourn.
The news soon arriv'd that her soldier was slain,
O Edward! she faultering cry'd,
We'll meet in a world where we'll ne'er part again,
then fainting, she droop'd and she dy'd.
O Edward! she faultering cry'd,
We'll meet in a world where we'll ne'er part again,
then fainting, she droop'd and she dy'd.
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THE LOVER'S DISAPPOINTMENT.
Give ear, O ye Muses, attend to my lay,
While I in soft anguish my tears now convey;
My grief it shall sound to a foreign shore,
While each tender breast for my sufferings deplore.
While I in soft anguish my tears now convey;
My grief it shall sound to a foreign shore,
While each tender breast for my sufferings deplore.
Chorus. O why did I venture o'er,
To forsake or to leave my own native shore.
To forsake or to leave my own native shore.
ln the year ninety-four I to England came over,
To wed then with one that I thought me ador'd,
But now my fond wishes for ever are crost,
His favour and affection for ever are lost.
To wed then with one that I thought me ador'd,
But now my fond wishes for ever are crost,
His favour and affection for ever are lost.
