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Journey is Love my Journey is Love my Journey is Love I becom'd up to town &
my Journey is Love [For...illegible]

Overhead I was sous'd in affection I saw
Nor morn, noon or night a gay moment could bring -

At Threshing at drawing the Team or the Plough
No more the bright [?lay illegible] could whistle or sing

For Fan was my darling a sweet pretty Maid
and she from our village unkindly did leave

So finding her gone & my hopes all betrayed
I be carried up to town & my journey is Love.
3d.

She was kind to me once aye as kind as she b fair
In her [...] I was [?sown?] Ditties I'd for quest thy sing

Which she would admire I vow & declare
She was pleas'd with the notes that I'd whistle & sing

I [...] when I thought her my own pretty maid
But far from our village fair Fanny did rove

So finding her gone & my hopes all betrayed
I'be carr'd up to Town of my Journey is Love