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Bone of my Bone.
Oh, Biddy, dear Biddy, I'm waiting for you:
There's your father he's feeding the hogs;
Oh, your mo’her has gone the old cow to pursue,
And is sticking quite fast in the bogs.
Then jump from the window right into my arms,
And we'll run off to Father Malone,
Whare, my darling, my jewel, I’ll gaze on your charms,
And we’ll then become bone of one bone.
Oh, don't be afraid of the leap my delight,
For below there's a large heap of hay,
And no one can see you, because it is night;
So jump down to me, Biddy, I pray:
For I’m sure, if you don’t, I shall die with the pain,
I shall sigh, I shall grunt, I shall groan.
Since you never can get such a sweetheart again,
Arrah, come and be bone of my bone.
In the midst, &c.
In the midst of our happiness, love,
Why thus turn away with a sigh?
Is‘t the fear lest inconstant I prove,
That bids the tear gush in that eye?
Believe me, that fear is all vain,
For o'er the whole world should I wander,
I never could love so again,
