The Exciseman (Stirling)/The Maid of Lodi
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THE MAID OF LODI.
I sing the maid of Lodi,
Who sweetly sung to me,
Whose brows were never cloudy,
Nor e'er distort with glee.
She values not the wealthy,
Unless they're great and good,
For she is strong and healthy,
And by labour earns her food.
Who sweetly sung to me,
Whose brows were never cloudy,
Nor e'er distort with glee.
She values not the wealthy,
Unless they're great and good,
For she is strong and healthy,
And by labour earns her food.
And when her day's work's over;
Around a cheerful fire,
She sings, or rests contented;
What more can man desire?
Let those who squander millions
Review her happy lot,
They'll find their proud pavillions
Far inferior to her cot.
Around a cheerful fire,
She sings, or rests contented;
What more can man desire?
Let those who squander millions
Review her happy lot,
They'll find their proud pavillions
Far inferior to her cot.
Between the Po and Parma
Some villains seiz'd my coach,
And dragg'd me to a cavern,
Most dreadful to approach;
By which the maid of Lodi
Came trotting from the fair:
She paus'd to hear my wailings,
And see me tear my hair.
Some villains seiz'd my coach,
And dragg'd me to a cavern,
Most dreadful to approach;
By which the maid of Lodi
Came trotting from the fair:
She paus'd to hear my wailings,
And see me tear my hair.
Then to her market basket
She tied her poney's rein;
I thus by female courage
Was dragg'd to life again.
Then sing the maid of Lodi,
Who sweetly sung to me;
And when this maid is married,
Still happier may she be.
She tied her poney's rein;
I thus by female courage
Was dragg'd to life again.
Then sing the maid of Lodi,
Who sweetly sung to me;
And when this maid is married,
Still happier may she be.
FINIS.