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The Words by a Friend. Sung by Miss RAFTOR.
I.
As a poor Lamb, in harmless PlayFearless around its Mother flies,
Some rav'ning Wolf, that chanc'd to stray,
Views it with fell malignant Eyes.
II.
In Ambush first he keeps conceal'd,Ready to dart upon his Prey;
Then in his Terrors stands reveal'd,
And tears the Innocent away.
III.
The hapless Parent's Plaints are vain,Her Darling is in Triumph born;
The Monster swiftly skims the Plain,
And leaves the wretched Dam to mourn.
IV.
To some dark Wood, secure Retreat,Insensible of Pity, flies;
'Till breathless, at his savage Feet,
The pretty, tender Victim lies.
FINIS.
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