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One Evening as I walked down by the rock of Molle,
I Having all things ready juſt going to ſee friends
It’s there I ſpied a young man of wit and beauty bright,
And to my ſad misfortune he prov’d my heart’s delight.

I cannot blame this young man, becauſe he does not know
That he’s enſnar’d my foolliſh heart and cauſed me this woe
I’m afrid the want of money will my ſad ruin prove
One look of his ſweet glances would cure the pains of love.

We’ll ſend for Dr Richiſon, he being a man of ſkill
To ſee the weaver’s daughter, who is lying very ill;
To ſee the weaver’s daughter, on ſick bed where ſhe lay
All for the doctor’s prentice, who ſtole her heart away.

It’s in came doctor Richiſon, likewiſe his brother John,
Alſo the doctors prentice, for they all came in;
They ſtood before her bedſide, they ſtood all a row,
But when ſhe ſaw young Stafford, her colour pale did grow.