Sang IV., p.220.

[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]

O dear Mother, what shall I do? 

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Sung by Jenny, p. 11. 

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O Dear Peggy love’s beguiling, 

We ought not to trust his smiling, 

Better far to do as I do, 

Left a harder luck betyde you. 

Lasses when their fancy’s carried, 

Think of nought but to be married; 

Running to a life destroys 

Heartsome, free, and youthfu’ joys. 

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