Song—In The Character Of A Ruined Farmer
song—in the character of a ruined farmer
tune—“go from my window, love, do.”
the sun he is sunk in the west,
all creatures retired to rest,
while here i sit, all sore beset,
with sorrow, grief, and woe:
and it's o, fickle fortune, o!
the prosperous man is asleep,
nor hears how the whirlwinds sweep;
but misery and i must watch
the surly tempest blow:
and it's o, fickle fortune, o!
there lies the dear partner of my breast;
her cares for a moment at rest:
must i see thee, my youthful pride,
thus brought so very low!
and it's o
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