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And left this young couple ſix thouſand a year,
Who are ſtill call'd the Beggars of fair Dorſetſhire.
Old Doll and her Huſband in ſplendor do dwell,
This couple they loved them heartily well:
You miſers who are of a covetous mind,
Strive not to prevent what Fate has deſign'd,
The Weavers Lamentation.
It was on a Mondy morning with my heart full of woe,
I went down to my cold loom my ſhuttle to throw,
There is nothing that grieves but innocent love,
Still hoping to be ſaved by the girl that I love.
Oh! Sally, oh! Sally it's little do you know
The love I bear to you which if I'd ſhow
And you for to know it your heart would relent,
And oh come lovely Sally and don't cause me repent.
It's my friend and relations they all join in one--
To part us dear Sally they do what they can.
But if you love this Country and go along with me,
A lady in Colley my Sally ſhall be.
If i could command the King's army in one,
And I for to fight love and you to look on.
I would croſs the wide ocean where the billows do roar,
For to ſport with you Sally along Colley ſhore
Whed I riſe in the morning I comb down my hair
Look unto Colley my anguiſh lies there.
There's nothing that grieves me or diſturbes my mind
But the leaving of Sally in Colley behind.
Oh what is the reaſon they baniſhed my ſwain,
Or what is the reaſon ſhe left her own land.
It was the heavy vows ſhe made unto me
That baniſhed my Sally ſo far o'er the ſea.
For when I look to the Highlands my heart it is ſad
When I look to the Lowlands ſhe's not to be had.
I muſt row my long boat unto ſome other ſhore,
Farewell rolling Derry I ſhall ne'er ſee you more
FINIS.
