my father was a farmer
tuhe weaver and his shuttle, o.”
my father was a farmer upon the carrick border, o,
and carefully he bred me in ded order, o;
he bade me act a manly part, though i had ne'er a farthing, o;
for without an ho manly heart, no man was worth regarding, o.
then out into the world my course i did determine, o;
tho' to be rich was not my wish, yet to be great was charming, o;
my talents they were not the worst, nor yet my education, o:
resolv'd was i at least to try to mend my situation, o.
in many a way, and vain essay, i courted fortune's favo
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