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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS 207
As she was alone in her cottage one day, When business had called her fond husband away, Young Randall the haughty came in at the door, And clasped in his arms this young fair Fanny Moore.
"Now Fanny, O Fanny, reflect on your fate, And accept of my offer before 'tis too late; For one thing tonight I am bound to secure, 'Tis the love or the life of the fair Fanny Moore."
"Spare me, 0 spare me," the fair Fanny cries, While the tears swiftly flow from her beautiful eyes; "O no," says young Randall, "Go home to your rest," And he buried his knife in her snowy white breast.
So Fanny all blooming in her bright beauty died, Young Randall the haughty was taken and tried; At length he was hung on a tree at the door, For shedding the blood of the fair Fanny Moore.
Young Henry the shepherd, distracted and wild,
Did wander away from his own native isle;
Till at length claimed by death, he was brought to
the shore And laid by the side of his fair Fanny Moore.
I WISH I WAS SINGLE AGAIN
When I was single, 0 then, 0 then, When I was single, 0 then,