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NO NATURAL MOTHER
To this bad thought of mine The Deuill did incline, To any ill designe, he lends assistance.
7 Not long before my date
was expir'd, was expir'd, To dwell it was my fate,
in a good seruice, With people of good note, All thereabout doe know't, Where this foule fact I wrought,
to my destruction.
8 When the full time drew nigh,
woe is me, woe is me, Of my deliuery,
unhappy labour, Into the yard I ran, Where sudden pangs began, There was no woman than,
neere to assist me.
9 With little pain or smart,
strange to think, strange to think I with my child did part
poore harmelesse Infant, Being where none me saw, Quite against natures law, I hid it in the straw,
where it was smother'd.
io Then in againe I went, speedily, speedily, Hoping thus to preuent any suspition,