l, and bour to sustain me, o;
to plough and sow, to reap and mow, my father bred me early, o;
for one, he said, to bour bred, was a match for fortune fairly, o.
thus all obscure, unknooor, thro' life i'm doom'd to wander, o,
till down my weary bones i y iing slumber, o:
no view nor care, but shun whate'er might breed me pain or sorrow, o;
i live to-day as well's i may, regardless of to-morrow, o.
but cheerful still, i am as well as a monar his pace, o,
tho' fortune's frown still hunts me down, with all her wonted malice, o:
i make indeed my daily bread, bu
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