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[Ha! why is that tear in thine eye]
Ha! why is that tear in thine eye
Gentle maid?—
The tale of thy sorrows unfold—
“My Harry will die,
“And my poor babies cry,
“For they're famish'd and shiv'ring with cold.”
Well-a-day!
Gentle maid?—
The tale of thy sorrows unfold—
“My Harry will die,
“And my poor babies cry,
“For they're famish'd and shiv'ring with cold.”
Well-a-day!
To the Doctor then hastily go
Gentle maid!
And tell him that Harry is worse.—
“The Doctor won't cure
“When a patient is poor,
“For he heeds not the Man but his purse.”
Well-a-day!
Gentle maid!
And tell him that Harry is worse.—
“The Doctor won't cure
“When a patient is poor,
“For he heeds not the Man but his purse.”
Well-a-day!
Hie away to the Tradesman so rich
Gentle maid!
That lives at the mansion you see—
“The Tradesman gets money,
“But never gives any
“To comfort poor sufferers like me.”
Well-a-day!
Gentle maid!
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“The Tradesman gets money,
“But never gives any
“To comfort poor sufferers like me.”
Well-a-day!
Dost thou know the great house in the park
Gentle maid?
Where the great and the affluent live—
“Alas! they've spent all
“In a concert or ball,
“To beggars they've nothing to give.”
Well-a-day!
Gentle maid?
Where the great and the affluent live—
“Alas! they've spent all
“In a concert or ball,
“To beggars they've nothing to give.”
Well-a-day!
Go, go,—'tis thine only resource
Gentle maid!
To the Justice and tell thy distress—
“Ah, and go to be cow'd
“By the taunts of the proud
“Who relieve for a plea to oppress.”
Well-a-day!
Gentle maid!
To the Justice and tell thy distress—
“Ah, and go to be cow'd
“By the taunts of the proud
“Who relieve for a plea to oppress.”
Well-a-day!
Ah! what shall I do, I am poor!—
Gentle maid!
And nip'd by chill misery's breath—
Yet my last penny take
It may buy a small cake
And preserve thee a moment from death,
Well-a-day!
Gentle maid!
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Yet my last penny take
It may buy a small cake
And preserve thee a moment from death,
Well-a-day!
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