Song—In The Character Of A Ruined Farmer
, fickle fortune, o!
there lie my sweet babies in her arms;
no anxious fear their little hearts arms;
but for their sake my heart does ache,
with many a bitter throe:
and it's o, fickle fortune, o!
i once was by fortune carest:
i once could relieve the distrest:
now life's poor support, hardly earn'd
my fate will scarce bestow:
and it's o, fickle fortune, o!
no fort, no fort i have!
how wele to me were the grave!
but then my wife and children dear—
o, wither would they go!
and it's o, fickle fortune, o!
o whither, o w
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