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The babes they were christen'd without joy or mirth,
And the flower of old England was laid in the earth.
Black was the kitchen and black was the hall,
And black were the ladies who attended them all
Black were their aprons and black were their fans,
And black were the gloves that they wore on their hands.
Six and six coaches, and six coaches more,
While royal King Henry went mourning beforo
With a cloak of black velvet hung down to his heels
And the flower of old England was laid in the ground
The Happy Lovers.
Or, JAMIE and ALLIE'S Farewell.
Air—Banks of the Dee.
FAREWELL to Balbirnie, farewell to my Allie,
Farewell fellow servants, farewell to you a';
For I must away to be drill'd at Dunfermline,
And leave my dear Allie the flower of you a'.
Adieu ye sweet bow'rs that surround us sae bonny,
