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2nd
He's fresh and fair as flowers in May,
The blithest lao of a the Green;

How sweet the time will pass away
pass away wi bonny Jem of Aberdeen
When e'er we sit & [?]

3rd
Wi joy I leave my father's col-
wi I [?k} a sport of glen or green

Well please to share the humble lot
of bonny Jem of Aberdeen
When o'er we sit & [?]

Sung by Mrs. Jordan in the Spoil'd Child
Since then I'm doom'd this sad reverse to prove, to quit each ob-ject of my infant
care, torn from an hon--our'd parent's tender love, and drow'n the keenert, keenert storms of gabe to bear-
Ah. but forgive pitied let me past Ah but forgive me, pitied let me part your T'rowns too sure
would you break your sinking heart your frowns too sure would break my sinking, sinking heart.

2nd
Wher'er I ga what'er my lonely state,
yet grateful memory [?] shall linger here;

And when perhaps you're missing o'er Fake
you still may greet me with a tender tear,

Ah then forgive me pitied let me past,
your frowns too sure would breaking sinking heart