American Ballads and Songs

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There being many ladies
Assembled at that place, With lifted hands to heaven
She begged supporting grace.
" Weep not ye tender ladies,
Shed not a tear for me Whilst my poor body's burning
My soul the Lord shall see.
"Yourselves you need to pity
On Zion's deep decay. Dear ladies, turn to Jesus
No longer make delay."
In comes her raging mother,
Her daughter to behold; And in her hand she brought
An image decked with gold.
" 0 take from me those idols
Remove them from my sight. Restore to me my Bible
In which I take delight.
"Alas, my aged mother
On my ruin bent, It was her that did betray me;
But I am innocent.