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Though you promis'd last Sunday to walk in the Mall, With Susan from Deptford, and likewise with Sail, In silence I stood your unkindness to hear, .And only upbraided my Tom with a tear. Why should Sail or should Susan than me be more priz'd ? For the heart that is true, Tom, should ne'er be despis'd; Then be constant and kind, nor your Molly forsake; Still your trousers I'll wash, and your grog too I'll make.
"Dear Molly," cried Tom as she heav'd a deep sigh, And the crystalline tear stood afloat in each eye, " I prithee my love my unkindness forgive, And I ne'er more will slight thee as long as I live, Neither Susan nor Sail shall again grieve my dear, No more from thine eye will thy Tom force a tear, Then be cheerful and gay nor thy Thomas forsake, But his trousers still wash, and his grog too still make."
Tune by Percy. |
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