Mirth and Metre consisting of Poems, Serious, Humorous, and Satirical; Songs, Sonnets, Ballads & Bagatelles. Written by C. Dibdin, Jun |
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ORPHAN SUE.
I'm Orphan Sue, the ballad girl,
A little ragged rover;
With my fol, lol, lol,
And my fal, lal, lal,
I stray the town all over.
Tho' hot or cold, or wet or dry,
If I've but ballads, what care I?
Tho' scant my store, my heart is light,
And I sing away from morn till night:
My ballads gone, and spent my store,
Oh, then I'm forc'd to beg for more;
With, “Do, sweet lady! dearest lady!
Pray, your honour! bless your honour!
Remember little Sue.”
A little ragged rover;
With my fol, lol, lol,
And my fal, lal, lal,
I stray the town all over.
Tho' hot or cold, or wet or dry,
If I've but ballads, what care I?
Tho' scant my store, my heart is light,
And I sing away from morn till night:
My ballads gone, and spent my store,
Oh, then I'm forc'd to beg for more;
With, “Do, sweet lady! dearest lady!
Pray, your honour! bless your honour!
Remember little Sue.”
And though a little ragged girl,
Fine gentlefolks oft treat me,
And for fol, lol, lol, &c.
Won't let the beadle beat me;
For still that ugly spiteful man,
Will try to hurt me if he can;
But spite of him my heart, &c.
Fine gentlefolks oft treat me,
And for fol, lol, lol, &c.
Won't let the beadle beat me;
For still that ugly spiteful man,
Will try to hurt me if he can;
But spite of him my heart, &c.
Then help a little orphan girl!
Indeed I would not teaze you;
For with fol, &c.
I always try to please you!
But Heav'n bless you, if you won't,
Heav'n loves the poor when rich folks don't;
So in spite of all, &c.
Indeed I would not teaze you;
For with fol, &c.
I always try to please you!
But Heav'n bless you, if you won't,
Heav'n loves the poor when rich folks don't;
So in spite of all, &c.
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