“ Such trinket she bought me, such ribbands & gear
that trust me my pockets run o'er:
Some ballads he bought me the best he could find
and sweetly the burthen he sung;
Faith he’s so witty so handsome and kind,
that I would, I wou’d I wou'd, etc. ”

“ My father's a hedger and ditcher
My mother does nothing but spin
And I am a pretty young girl,
But the money comes slowly in.
And it's oh dear, &c.
They says I am beauteous and fair;
They say I am scornful and bold;
Alas! I must now despair,
For oh! I am grown very old.
And it's oh dear, &c.
But now I must die an old maid,
Oh dear hew shocking the thought,
And all my beauty must fade,
For I'm sure it's no my own fault.
And it's oh dear &c.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”