And a helpless girl has the grief and shame.

To the river-bank once I thought to go,

And cast myself in the stream below;

I thought 'twould carry us far out to sea,

Where they'd never find my poor babe and me.

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Sweet Lord, forgive me that wicked mind!

You know I used to be well-inclined.

Oh, take compassion upon my state,

Because my trouble is so very great.

My head turns round with the spinning wheel,

And a heavy cloud on my eyes I feel.

But the worst of all is at my heart's core;

For my innocent days will come back no more.

THE NOBLEMAN'S WEDDING

I once was a guest at a Nobleman's wedding;

Fair was the Bride, but she scarce had been kind,

And now in our mirth, she had tears nigh the shedding

Her former true lover still runs in her mind.

Attired like a minstrel, her former true lover

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